Chapter 17: What the Hell Do You Know About the Du Xian Sect?!

Du Xian Sect.

Three short syllables, lightly uttered from Bai Yue’s mouth, yet they struck like a thunderclap, exploding directly in Xiao Yueluo’s mind.

Xiao Yueluo was stunned.

A cool breeze from outside squeezed through the half-open door, rustling the brand-new green-feather cloud-flowing robe on Xiao Yueluo’s body.

“Did you just say the Du Xian Sect?!”

“Obviously.”

Bai Yue didn’t turn around, casually toying with a white jade teacup on the counter.

“What, are your ears already failing you at such a young age?”

Xiao Yueluo didn’t respond.

Her mind was racing furiously, trying to process the immense impact of those three words.

What kind of power was the Du Xian Sect?

It was the number one sect in the entire Central Continent, the undisputed leader of the cultivation world.

If the spiritual veins of the Central Continent were divided into ten parts, the Du Xian Sect alone possessed seven.

It was the holy land every cultivator dreamed of stepping into, a colossal entity suspended high above the nine heavens, so dazzling that even gazing upon it was blinding.

Among the countless sects in the cultivation world, the Du Xian Sect was a true titan—one that had produced more than one ascended true immortal in its history.

And now, this woman of unknown origin, bizarre behavior, and who had just threatened her moments ago, was claiming to take them to the Du Xian Sect?

After a brief moment of shock, Xiao Yueluo’s gaze instantly turned cold, replaced by the anger of being deceived.

“Liar.”

Bai Yue set down the teacup, turned around, and raised an eyebrow slightly:

“What did you say?”

“I said, you’re a liar spouting nothing but lies!”

Bai Yue looked at her with interest: “Oh?

What exactly have I lied about?”

“Do you take me for a three-year-old who’s never seen the world?!”

Xiao Yueluo took a deep breath, speaking rapidly and articulately as she began to dismantle the other’s claims.

“First, the Du Xian Sect is the foremost righteous sect under heaven.

Its disciples are known for cultivating their hearts and minds, and avoiding worldly entanglements.

What about you?

Forcing purchases and sales, using a contract to coerce Qingyan, and even threatening me just now.

Your behavior is more like that of a demonic sect enchantress—not a trace of a righteous, grand sect’s bearing!”

Bai Yue listened quietly, even nodding in agreement: “Makes sense.

Go on.”

“Second!”

Xiao Yueluo’s voice grew sharper.

“The Du Xian Sect’s disciple selection is extremely stringent.

I am a complete cripple—meridians shattered, dantian damaged, utterly useless.

Would the Du Xian Sect send someone all the way to a backwater like Qinghe City just to pick up a cripple?”

At this point, Xiao Yueluo let out a cold laugh, her gaze fixed on Bai Yue like a blade:

“Even if, for the sake of argument, you really were from the Du Xian Sect, you could have just flown straight back to your immortal mountain.

Why bring me and Qingyan along?

To have us sweep floors for you?

Even the menial disciples who sweep floors in the Du Xian Sect are at least at Foundation Establishment!”

Behind her, Su Qingyan, seeing her dear childhood friend ranting like this, blushed slightly.

She tugged gently at the hem of Xiao Yueluo’s sleeve and whispered:

“Yueluo, um…”

“Qingyan, don’t be fooled by her!”

Xiao Yueluo cut Su Qingyan off, her tone utterly certain.

“Her acting is indeed good—just now, even I was almost fooled by that lofty, imposing act.

Good thing she slipped up herself!”

Bai Yue looked at this sharp-tongued girl who seemed to have seen through everything, and felt a wave of speechlessness.

In truth, Bai Yue’s reasoning was quite simple.

Since her “Common Enemy of the Heaven’s Chosen” fate made her starting favorability with the other party negative, the best way to raise that favorability was to at least see each other every day.

Out of sight, out of mind; but if they were in close proximity, even if Xiao Yueluo had a thousand objections and didn’t want to interact with Bai Yue, she wouldn’t have much choice.

So her original plan was simply to bring this stubborn little cabbage directly back to the Du Xian Sect.

That way, given her status in the sect, she could handle things however she wanted.

Give her the best resources, provide her with the top-tier cultivation techniques, appear before her every single day, and subtly change her impression over time.

Hehehe… the plan was practically perfect.

But who could have guessed this girl’s imagination was this vivid?

“Are you done?”

Bai Yue sighed, a look of pity in her eyes, as if she were looking at a fool.

“What, caught in your lies, have nothing to say now?”

Xiao Yueluo raised her chin, a hint of regained pride shining through.

“You could have pretended to be anything, yet you chose the Du Xian Sect!

You probably don’t know this, do you?”

Xiao Yueluo straightened her back, confidence gleaming in her eyes:

“The Du Xian Sect has been my most revered cultivation holy land since I was a child.

I can say without exaggeration—in the entire Qinghe City…”

She paused, then declared with great pride:

“No one knows the Du Xian Sect better than I do!”

Watching Xiao Yueluo’s smug expression that said “I’ve seen through all your disguises,” Bai Yue found the situation so rife with absurdity that she didn’t even know where to begin.

No one knows the Du Xian Sect better than you?

What the hell do you know about the Du Xian Sect?!

Bai Yue turned and pulled out a nearby chair, sitting down leisurely.

She crossed her hands under her chin, her tone playful.

“Oh?

Since no one knows better than you, why don’t you tell me—what kind of place is the Du Xian Sect?”

Thinking Bai Yue was just making a last-ditch effort, Xiao Yueluo unceremoniously recited from the Central Continent Secret Records she had bought at a street stall for ten low-grade spirit stones.

“The Du Xian Sect is located on Divine Creation Mountain in the Central Continent.

Its main peak is thirty thousand zhang tall, perpetually covered in snow and shrouded in mist.

It has a total of three thousand six hundred sect rules, extremely strict—violating even one earns you the punishment of the lightning whip.”

Xiao Yueluo clasped her hands behind her back and paced in front of Bai Yue like a lecturing scholar.

“Disciples must practice sword strikes ten thousand times at sunrise, and meditate facing the wall at sunset.

They drink no mortal water, only morning dew.

They sever all emotions and attachments, cutting off worldly ties.

Most importantly, everyone within the Du Xian Sect is an immortal of pure Daoist bearing—unlike you, who is so… so…”

Xiao Yueluo glanced at Bai Yue’s languid posture and curled her lip: “So utterly lacking in decorum!

I’d sooner believe I myself am a Heaven-chosen heroine than believe you’re from the Du Xian Sect!”

The more Xiao Yueluo spoke, the more fluent she became, her confidence nearly overflowing.

Bai Yue’s expression shifted from amused to dumbfounded, finally settling into deep exasperation.

That pirated information you bought at a street stall—are you sure it isn’t just gossip from some third-rate sect slapped onto the Du Xian Sect’s name?

The main peak of Divine Creation Mountain is thirty thousand zhang tall?

That’s just a scenic spot some old lunatic from the back mountain built with earth techniques to fool young girls when he had nothing better to do.

Practicing sword strikes ten thousand times at sunrise?

That’s something only those sword-obsessed blockheads from the Sword Pavilion would do.

What ordinary disciple would be foolish enough to wake up before dawn and swing a sword that many times?

Drinking no mortal water, only morning dew?

The back mountain kitchen slaughters hundreds of spirit pigs every day.

When those little brats fight over the braised pork, they sure don’t claim to only eat morning dew!

As for severing all emotions and attachments…

The Joyous Union Sect receives anonymous love letters from Du Xian Sect disciples every month.

Those pink envelopes are nearly filling several side halls of the sect.

All those who constantly prattle on about severing emotions are just making excuses for not being able to find a Dao companion!

Just what kind of crappy pirated street-stall literature has this girl been reading?!

Bai Yue rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

She really couldn’t be bothered to waste any more words on this “Heaven’s Chosen Maiden,” who was full of paranoid delusions yet thought herself logically airtight.

The best way to deal with a stubborn mule like this, who thought she was so clever, was to directly shove the facts in her face and grind her pride into the dirt.

“Everything you said is correct.”

Bai Yue raised her hand expressionlessly, a faint glimmer of light flickering between her fingers.

Seeing this, Xiao Yueluo’s pupils contracted.

She immediately pushed Su Qingyan behind her with an “I’m ready for battle” stance: “What are you doing?!

Now that I’ve exposed your true colors, are you going to silence me—Ouch!”

Before she could finish, a crisp slap rang out.

A solid object arced perfectly through the air, landing with pinpoint accuracy on Xiao Yueluo’s smooth forehead, then sliding down her cheek and into her arms.

“Throwing hidden weapons at me, what—what…”

Xiao Yueluo clutched her reddened forehead, ready to curse, but her gaze inadvertently fell upon the so-called “hidden weapon” in her arms.

The rest of her words were abruptly choked off in her throat.

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