Chapter 145: I Can’t Control Myself

The immediate crisis resolved, Luo Yun stood up from the ground and lightly patted the dust off his pure white disciple uniform.

Not only did he brush off the dust, but he also deliberately tidied his clothes to make himself look composed and calm.

While tidying his clothes, Luo Yun occasionally glanced at Meng Yingxing, who stood before him with his sword held vertically.

“I remember you. You are that… that useless trash who took second place in the Divine Weapon Trial earlier.”

“Named… named Meng something?”

Although Meng Yingxing had saved Luo Yun from dire straits at a critical moment, Luo Yun looked at him now without any gratitude.

In his words, he pieced together “second place” and “useless trash,” two seemingly contradictory terms.

Meng Yingxing frowned slightly but still cupped his hands toward Luo Yun with his sword lowered.

“Meng Yingxing.”

“Whatever.”

Having finished tidying his clothes, the gaze Luo Yun cast on Meng Yingxing was unfriendly, even carrying a hint of disdain.

“If you hadn’t meddled just now, I would have exterminated these Demon Clan members long ago. The credit for these three Demon Clan heads wouldn’t have fallen to you.”

“I—”

Luo Yun had clearly been in a desperate situation just now. If Meng Yingxing hadn’t acted in time, Luo Yun would likely have already been buried under the sharp claws of those Feather Demon warriors.

He hadn’t expected this intermediate disciple before him to distort the facts like this. He didn’t know if it was intentional or if Luo Yun truly believed it.

Meng Yingxing wanted to explain further but was interrupted by Luo Yun raising his hand.

“Let me introduce myself. I am Luo Yun, High Stage Tiny Star Realm, intermediate disciple.”

As he spoke, Luo Yun deliberately probed Meng Yingxing’s cultivation. Seeing that Meng Yingxing was merely at the Middle Stage Tiny Star Realm, the look of disdain in his eyes became even more apparent.

“Did you hear that? Intermediate disciple! A world of difference from a low-cultivation, useless low-level disciple like you.”

Meng Yingxing didn’t know why Luo Yun emphasized cultivation and rank so much. Was he seeking a sense of superiority?

Based solely on these few sentences, Meng Yingxing put Luo Yun on his list of people he couldn’t be bothered to befriend.

Meng Yingxing didn’t frown anymore; his face just turned cold. He lowered his eyes to look at the ground about a foot in front of him and responded with a simple “Mn.”

Xiu Qingcheng had said before not to live in response to others’ expectations.

And some people didn’t need a response at all, nor did they need to be paid attention to.

Facing Luo Yun, who spoke rudely despite being saved by him, Meng Yingxing chose to ignore him. However, the Ting Tian Sword in his hand suddenly trembled.

Xiu Qingcheng couldn’t suppress her temper again.

“Hey! What is this stinky fart feeling superior about? Who gave him the confidence?”

“My disciple saved you, yet you speak so nastily? If I had known, we wouldn’t have saved you. This kind of person should just obediently be eaten by monsters and turned into monster shit!”

“Believe it or not, I’ll poke your ass with one sword strike and make your butt blossom!”

Listening to Xiu Qingcheng cursing in his mind, Meng Yingxing could actually imagine his master rolling up her sleeves, putting one foot on a stool, and cursing people out.

Although Meng Yingxing didn’t know what “shit” meant in her specific phrasing, judging from the context, it must be a very vulgar and unpleasant word.

“Master, calm down. Such a person isn’t worth your anger.”

“How about I give you an Ice Pear Fruit later to cool your temper?”

Meng Yingxing paused in his mind. He was the one being looked down upon, yet he was patiently coaxing his Sword Spirit master in his hand.

Meng Yingxing naturally knew that his master was angry on his behalf.

“Fine, I’ll eat it!”

Xiu Qingcheng’s anger seemed to come and go quickly. It was unclear if it was because of Meng Yingxing’s words or the Ice Pear Fruit he mentioned.

Meng Yingxing didn’t show much expression on his face. He cupped his hands at Luo Yun again, signaling his departure.

“Since Senior Brother’s cultivation realm is so high, someone with my cultivation should leave, lest I drag you down, Senior Brother.”

After speaking, Meng Yingxing patted Miao Miao beside him, intending to leave.

Hearing the first half of Meng Yingxing’s sentence, Luo Yun seemed to enjoy it very much, even completely erasing the sarcasm in the second half.

Learning that Meng Yingxing was leaving, Luo Yun suddenly thought of something and shouted to stop him.

“Wait a moment. There are so many demonic beasts in Yongning City right now. It’s too dangerous for someone with such low cultivation like you to be alone. You should just follow me for now.”

Meng Yingxing glanced sideways at Luo Yun, seeing a smile on Luo Yun’s lips that wasn’t purely innocent.

Luo Yun was now regretting having dismissed those low-level disciples who were following him earlier. Almost dying here was secondary; the main thing was that there was no one to cheer for his powerful strength and outstanding ability.

They all ran away.

His strength and power needed witnesses!

Low-level disciples were nothing more than stepping stones to highlight Luo Yun.

Meng Yingxing and Xiu Qingcheng exchanged a look in the void, unsure of what this superiority-seeking Luo Yun was plotting.

But Meng Yingxing still put on a formulaic smile and agreed to Luo Yun.

“Then… I’ll have to trouble you, Senior Brother.”

Seeing Meng Yingxing being so polite, an incredibly gratified expression appeared on Luo Yun’s face.

“Follow me closely! Don’t fall behind!”

On the way to other battle lines, Meng Yingxing and Miao Miao followed quietly behind Luo Yun. Occasionally, when demonic beasts jumped out, they were all killed by Luo Yun with a single sword strike.

“Unsteady footing, powerless strikes, empty cultivation with no substance. A complete amateur troupe.”

Xiu Qingcheng watched Luo Yun’s moves casually a few times and lost interest in watching further.

Although Meng Yingxing’s current cultivation was lower than Luo Yun’s, in terms of swordsmanship basics, he was ten thousand times stronger than Luo Yun.

Listening to Xiu Qingcheng’s sharp critique of Luo Yun, her tone cold and disdainful, Meng Yingxing lightly scratched his cheek.

Could it be that when Master first saw him use a sword… she thought the same way?

He felt that he was somewhat embarrassing back then.

Embarrassing in front of his master.

Halfway there, Luo Yun got curious about Miao Miao following Meng Yingxing.

“Is this… a demonic beast?”

Luo Yun glanced at Miao Miao a few times, somewhat suspicious.

“No, it’s my spiritual pet. It just has some blood relation to the golden dogs among demonic beasts.”

Meng Yingxing replied seriously.

Although the Tianfeng Sect didn’t have a rule against taming demonic beasts, Meng Yingxing thought avoiding trouble was better, so he made up an excuse.

Miao Miao followed silently because Meng Yingxing had whispered instructions earlier not to make a sound.

After all, let alone a talking demonic beast, even a talking spiritual pet was an extremely rare existence.

Looking at the majestic golden dog beside Meng Yingxing, a trace of envy appeared in Luo Yun’s eyes.

But he quickly suppressed it, holding his sword and looking away, saying disdainfully, “A spiritual pet… just a plaything that hinders cultivation.”

Meng Yingxing smiled without a word.

Along the way, Luo Yun also righteously saved several struggling low-level disciples and spiritual cultivators not from the Tianfeng Sect. Gradually, Meng Yingxing’s team grew larger.

Luo Yun’s cultivation, which seemed unattainable to other low-level disciples, and his swift moves in helping them, made them feel a reverence for him in their hearts.

Seeing people gathering around him, the smug look on Luo Yun’s face became increasingly unconcealed.

As the team advanced, Meng Yingxing and Xiu Qingcheng listened to Luo Yun brag about how strong he was like a child, making Xiu Qingcheng feel even more disdainful of him in her heart.

Xiu Qingcheng watched Luo Yun’s butt twisting as he walked. Meng Yingxing, walking behind Luo Yun, felt the Ting Tian Sword in his hand seemingly restless.

“Master, calm down.”

Meng Yingxing gripped the hilt of the Ting Tian Sword tightly, preventing Xiu Qingcheng from really losing control and flying out to stab him.

“Causing trouble now isn’t a wise choice.”

“Disciple.”

Xiu Qingcheng spoke unserious words seriously, “I can’t control myself.”

At this moment, Luo Yun continued to show off his might to the surrounding low-level disciples, his face unable to hide his arrogance.

“These demonic beasts in Yongning City, won’t they just obediently submit at my hands?”

“Let alone demonic beasts, even if the Demon Clan comes, they can only be pathetically repelled by me!”

Just as Luo Yun’s voice fell, and Xiu Qingcheng couldn’t help but want to fly the sword to poke his butt, a streak of red fire meteor fell from the sky, smashing with immense power onto the road in front of Luo Yun’s swaggering team.

A monstrous heat wave swept out. Where the red fire meteor landed, broken walls and ruins were melted by the high temperature, and the surrounding air seemed to distort.

A tall man made of flames with horns on his forehead slowly stood up from the fire.

With a wave of the giant blade in his hand, the firelight extinguished, and heat surged.

A pair of dangerous demonic eyes swept over the team of Tianfeng Sect disciples in front of him, and he sneered.

“Who said that if the Demon Clan comes, they can only be repelled by him?”