Once Scorned for My Mixed Spiritual Roots, Now They Weep at My Power! - Chapter 17 - Do You Want to Test My Green Bamboo Sword?

“Senior Brother Yang was just trying to scare you, and yet you dared to disrespect him. Hurry up and apologize to Senior Brother Yang!”

“Exactly, we Spirit Sword Sect disciples have always valued respecting our elders. Even if Senior Brother Yang decided to teach you a lesson, it was because you were in the wrong first. How could you raise your hand against him?”

“I heard that Xiaozhu Peak recently accepted a disciple with Mixed Spiritual Roots. It must be him, right? Poor aptitude is one thing, but to be so unruly-how can someone like that be a disciple of our Spirit Sword Sect? If other sects find out, won’t they laugh at us for having no standards?”

“So, he’s the new disciple with Mixed Spiritual Roots. How did our Spirit Sword Sect end up accepting someone like him?”

“Exactly, it’s outrageous. Senior Brother Yang teaching him a lesson is a blessing for him, yet he dared to strike back. Truly ungrateful.”

The crowd buzzed with criticism, all directed at Xiao Yun.

Wen Qing’s face turned red with frustration. She wasn’t good at arguing. With everyone speaking against Xiao Yun, she wanted to defend him but didn’t know where to start.

All she wanted now was to get Xiao Yun out of there, away from the hurtful words.

Wen Qing grabbed Xiao Yun’s wrist and said, “Junior Brother, let’s go. Don’t pay attention to them. When Master returns, Master will stand up for us!”

Xiao Yun gently placed his hand over Wen Qing’s and said softly, “Senior Sister, we’re still here, and they’re already twisting the truth.”

“If we just leave like this, who knows what kind of nonsense they’ll spread!”

Wen Qing realized he was right. Leaving now would be like admitting everything they said was true.

“So, what do you suggest, Junior Brother?” Wen Qing asked quietly.

“Senior Sister, didn’t you say you’re quite the expert in Spirit Sword Sect? Give this guy a good beating!”

Wen Qing couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She thought her Junior Brother might have a clever solution, but it turned out he was suggesting violence!

“Junior Brother, that’s a terrible idea. Even if I could beat Senior Brother Yang, do you expect me to take on all the Spirit Sword Sect disciples here?”

Xiao Yun chuckled and said, “Senior Sister, don’t take it seriously. I was just joking.”

Xiao Yun scanned the crowd, finally resting his gaze on Yang Xuhao.

This guy looked slick and polished, and even Senior Sister wasn’t confident she could beat him. It seemed blocking his strike earlier was just a stroke of luck.

Xiao Yun slowly spoke, “Senior Brother Yang, you keep saying that slap was just to scare me and not serious.”

“But my arms are still numb. If I hadn’t used all my strength to block it, that slap would have ruined my handsome face!”

Wen Qing was anxious beside him, surprised that Xiao Yun could still joke at a time like this.

Yang Xuhao sneered, “You’re a Mixed Spiritual Roots disciple, just joined our Spirit Sword Sect for a day. Have you even completed Drawing Qi into the Body? Can you sense Spiritual Energy?”

“If I hadn’t held back, do you really think you could have thrown me off?”

Yang Xuhao felt something was off as he spoke. Indeed, Xiao Yun, with his Mixed Spiritual Roots, shouldn’t have been able to withstand even a casual slap from him. How did he end up being thrown off instead?

Reflecting on the fight, Yang Xuhao realized his strike felt like hitting a rushing river, with the force redirected aside. Rather than being tossed by Xiao Yun, it was as if his own strength had propelled him away. This kid must have learned some technique to use force against itself; he was caught off guard this time. If given another chance, such a situation wouldn’t occur.

Yang Xuhao analyzed the situation internally, becoming more convinced of his reasoning. Xiao Yun chuckled and said, “Senior Brother Yang, from what you’re saying, are you looking down on my Mixed Spiritual Roots?”

Yang Xuhao responded with a cold laugh, implicitly confirming it. Among those present, apart from Wen Qing, no one respected his Mixed Spiritual Roots.

“Enough talk! Bow and apologize to Senior Brother Yang and seek his forgiveness, or this matter will be reported to the sect master. Even Aunt-Master Yan won’t be able to protect you!”

“Exactly, a Mixed Spiritual Roots disciple thinking he can withstand a strike from Senior Brother Yang? Stop embarrassing yourself!”

“Spirit Sword Sect accepting a Mixed Spiritual Roots disciple is a joke to other sects. They might think we can’t recruit anyone decent!”

“I heard the Chief Elders of each peak deemed him unfit even as a servant disciple and planned to expel him. The sect master only sent him to Xiaozhu Peak because it lacked members!”

Though Yang Xuhao was a true villain, his father was the Chief Elder of Qingmu Peak. Disciples from all peaks had to show him some respect. Moreover, Yang Xuhao pretended to be a gentleman, maintaining decent relations within Spirit Sword Sect.

Xiao Yun, being new and possessing Mixed Spiritual Roots without strong backing, naturally found everyone siding with Yang Xuhao.

Wen Qing couldn’t bear hearing everyone disparage Xiao Yun, repeatedly mentioning Mixed Spiritual Roots. She finally stepped forward, her voice cold, “Enough! When did Xiaozhu Peak’s disciples become subject to your judgment?”

With a gesture, Wen Qing summoned her Green Bamboo Sword into her hand. “So what if my Junior Brother has Mixed Spiritual Roots? How does that concern you?”

“What kind of Spiritual Roots do you have? Is your cultivation speed impressive?”

“Anyone who thinks they’re strong, step forward and challenge me!”

Her words silenced the crowd instantly. The disciples lowered their heads, lacking the courage and skill to face Wen Qing.

Wen Qing was one of the four top disciples in Spirit Sword Sect, and only three others could rival her under the elders. Known for her beauty and kindness, she was well-regarded, especially among young male disciples who saw her as a goddess.

Seeing Wen Qing angry, everyone obediently shut their mouths. Wen Qing glanced around, ensuring silence before sheathing her Bamboo Sword.

“Junior Brothers and Sisters, rumors can be dangerous. Please refrain from speaking without knowing the truth!”

A disciple from Lieyang Peak, who admired Wen Qing, quickly agreed, “Senior Sister Wen Qing is right; we were too hasty.”

A Qingmu Peak disciple sneered, “Senior Sister Wen Qing, we understand your concern for your Junior Brother, but the incident happened before us… We all witnessed it…”

“Is it forbidden to mention his Mixed Spiritual Roots?”

“If not for Senior Brother Yang’s leniency, how could he throw Senior Brother Yang?”

“He did strike Senior Brother Yang; that’s undeniable. Even if you wish to protect him, we can’t ignore what we’ve seen just because you say so!”

Wen Qing’s face darkened, her Bamboo Sword raised again, “Oh? Do you want to test my Green Bamboo Sword?”

Wen Qing rarely acted unreasonably, but she had no other choice now. The Qingmu Peak disciple quickly waved his hands, “Senior Sister Wen Qing, I wouldn’t dare…”

Yang Xuhao suddenly scoffed, “Junior Sister Wen Qing, if you’re looking for a sparring partner, I’m willing! Why intimidate these ordinary disciples?”

Wen Qing raised an eyebrow, her voice icy, “Senior Brother Yang wants to fight me?”

“Junior Sister Wen Qing, using your superior cultivation level to bully others is unacceptable. As your Senior Brother, I can’t stand by and let it happen!” Yang Xuhao declared righteously, feigning moral integrity.