Li Yangtian didn't want to provoke him, planning to lead the five away and settle the matter peacefully.
However, Zhang Yuguang, who had been targeting him all along, noticed Wen Li in the group, his eyes brightening slightly.
“Is this a new junior sister too? What’s your name? Why don't I show you around the Zhaixing Sect instead? I know the inner sect much better than Li Yangtian does.”
He walked toward them, his eyes locked onto Wen Li without veering away.
In that instant, Yao Dai and Xie Tinglan looked up, their eyes filled with killing intent as if looking at a dead man, merely awaiting a single order.
Wen Li was indeed very beautiful. Her features were delicate and cold, her nose straight and finely sculpted, and the curve of her brow bone cast a shadow over her eyelids under the sunlight. Her long, fine eyelashes spread like light feather fans, and her eyes were clear and cool, possessing an aloof arrogance that seemed untainted by the mundane world.
Her flawless bone structure transcended mere skin-deep beauty. Yet, her off-putting aura of distant coldness made it easy for people to overlook her appearance, as if something were obscuring it.
Of course, there was another situation where one would overlook it—when they had witnessed her ruthless methods.
Li Yangtian frowned, his eyes turning cold. “There’s no need. Elder Qingyuan told me to take care of the three of them.”
“Li Yangtian, do you really think you’re the head of the outer disciples? You’re just an errand boy for us.” Naturally hearing him try to suppress him with Elder Qingyuan, Zhang Yuguang wasn't afraid in the slightest. “With your low talent, if Elder Qingyuan hadn't been softhearted, do you really think you could have entered the Zhaixing Sect?”
He stepped up to a distance of three meters from Wen Li, his eyes filled with the arrogance of a bully picking on the weak.
“Junior Sister, if you want to enter the inner sect, I can say a few good words on your behalf too.”
Dressed in her pale yellow sect robe, Wen Li tilted her head slightly. She swept her eyes up and down over him, then turned to ask Li Yangtian calmly, “What are the requirements to enter the inner sect?”
“The Tenth Level of Qi Refinement.”
“Then, is beating people up allowed?” Wen Li nodded slightly and followed up.
“The non-lethal kind.”
Li Yangtian felt that something was wrong. He had forgotten to ask about the cultivation levels of the three, so he shook his head honestly.
“No, the sect strictly prohibits internal fighting. You can issue a challenge token, but if you fight privately, you’ll be punished by the Enforcement Hall.” Worried, he added, “Don’t do anything reckless. He’s at Early-Stage Foundation Establishment, and he’s also the Fifth Elder’s grandson.”
Wen Li waved her hand nonchalantly. “You don't need to worry about it. Go eat. Just give me one minute.”
With that, she stepped forward.
Yao Dai and Xie Tinglan curled their lips, wanting to join in on the beating. Unfortunately...
One lacked the strength, while the other was lying about his strength.
“What, do you want to—” Seeing Wen Li walking closer to him, Zhang Yuguang frowned.
Slap!
Before he could even finish speaking, a slap landed squarely on his face, knocking him directly onto the ground.
The inner and outer disciples watching from a distance were stunned, their eyes popping. This new disciple was so fierce! Zhang Yuguang usually relied on his status as the Fifth Elder's grandson to act like a tyrant, making himself widely hated.
“You dare hit me!” Looking at his fallen teeth on the ground, he glared at Wen Li with a face full of hatred.
“Tsk.” Wen Li didn't bother wasting words. She walked over, hauled him up, and slapped him twice more.
Slap! Slap!
She completely shattered all of Zhang Yuguang's teeth, leaving his mouth full of blood and his mind dazed.
Finally, Wen Li tossed him onto the ground like trash and stepped onto his chest. Crack!
Everyone present could hear the sound of two ribs snapping.
“Aaaaaagh!”
Wen Li's expression remained indifferent. “The next time I catch you looking at me with those eyes, I'll gouge out your eyeballs, chop them into pieces, and throw them into the latrine to feed the maggots. Got it?”
“Mm...”
Zhang Yuguang, who was nearly fainting from the intense pain, couldn't answer at all and could only nod purely out of instinct.
“I’m the one who beat you up—Wen Li.”
Wen Li glanced at the other three cultivators who had been laughing along with Zhang Yuguang earlier. They immediately backed away, their faces pale with fear.
“Let’s go. Time to eat.”
Li Yangtian, Li Yudi, and Shuangyuan watched in utter dumbfoundedness—not only amazed by Wen Li's strength, but even more shocked and anxious that she had chosen to strike despite knowing the consequences.
Li Yangtian tried to grab Wen Li. “You’re still thinking about eating? Hurry up and run! Leave the Zhaixing Sect! His grandfather is the Fifth Elder, a Mid-Stage Golden Core cultivator who’s extremely protective and petty. If he comes, you’re finished!”
Wen Li nimbly dodged him. “Don't worry. Since I dared to hit him, I’m not afraid. Let's go, I'm starving.”
With that, she greased her soles and sprinted straight for the dining hall.
“Mas—Sister, wait for me!”
Yao Dai and Xie Tinglan followed with calm expressions—or rather, not entirely calm, as an eager craving for food shone deep within their eyes.
Li Yangtian was completely bewildered. Seriously, what kind of ancestor had he brought back?
By the time he, Li Yudi, and Shuangyuan entered the dining hall, the three had already served themselves an entire table full of dishes.
Wen Li and Yao Dai ate faster than most, while Xie Tinglan simply poured dish after dish straight into his mouth without even needing to swallow!
“Help yourselves to whatever you want, don't be shy.”
At least Wen Li offered a polite greeting.
“Oh.” Li Yangtian and the other two sat down bewilderedly, not daring to say or ask anything as they ate.
“Burp~” After the food on the table was completely devoured, Yao Dai rubbed her belly with a face full of happiness. “Senior Brother Li, the food here is really delicious!”
Wen Li nodded in agreement. “High quality.”
Xie Tinglan wiped his mouth elegantly. “Tasty.”
Thinking that they would be staying here for a while and wouldn't have to cook for themselves, it was quite nice.
Just as Wen Li finished wiping her mouth, an old man with a white beard and a brown robe rushed over aggressively, leading several disciples.
“Who is Wen Li!”
At this commotion, the surrounding inner and outer disciples who had been watching from a distance quickly turned their backs to pretend they saw nothing.
Li Yangtian frowned. “He’s Zhang Yuguang’s grandfather, Zhang Kui, the Fifth Elder of the Zhaixing Sect. He’s at Mid-Stage Golden Core. Can you handle him? If not, I...”
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Li raised her finger and pointed.
“Xie Xiao'er, you go.”
Xie Tinglan, who had just eaten his fill, looked up, his four-year-old face with baby fat showing dissatisfaction. “Didn't you tell me not to make a move? I just ate my fill.”
Wen Li's gaze slowly drifted over to him. “Then should I go?”
“...” Xie Tinglan stood up with a clack. “No need. It just so happens I can digest my food.”
Yao Dai leaned close to Wen Li. “Sister, are we no longer keeping a low profile and developing quietly?”
This was a phrase Wen Li had taught her, and it was quite vivid.
Wen Li sighed. “I want to keep a low profile too, but my strength won't allow it. Remember, as long as you have the strength, don't listen to idiots jabbering—it'll lower your IQ.”
“Oh...” Yao Dai took it to heart. No wonder Master didn't say a word while hitting Zhang Yuguang earlier and only dropped harsh words after finishing the beatdown.
“Who are you? Where is Wen Li? Hiding away, too afraid to see this old man?”
Fifth Elder Zhang Kui's face was dark as ink as he looked down at the four-year-old child walking toward him, not paying him the slightest mind.
The disciple who had reported the news had said that Wen Li was a young female cultivator.
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