Chapter 127 | I Was Just Gathering Herbs, So Why Did I Find a Sword Fairy?

Seventy percent of the reason Su Li had come here was that she truly did not want to let such a golden opportunity slip by—the chance to revitalize the Beast Taming Sect she had inherited from her parents.

The power vacuum in the Central Continent Alliance was plain for all to see. Qingwei was terrible at managing affairs, Zixiao was gone, the Elixir Hall was rotten to the core, and the Sword Sect was already half-crippled.

If she didn't seize this moment to take back what the Beast Taming Sect deserved, she wouldn't be Su Li.

The remaining thirty percent was about Du Qi. She was still wondering why he had taken the blow for her. She was highly reluctant to admit that this matter had captured her attention,

but her actions made it undeniable that she had been affected—coming to the Sword Sect was, to some extent, her way of avoiding Du Qi.

Yet, of all places, she happened to run into Du Qi's brother here. As she walked into the main hall from the end of the corridor, her gaze swept over Du Yi's face, pausing for less than half a second.

This guy's eyes and facial contours bore some resemblance to Du Qi's, but his temperament was entirely different.

Without thinking much of it, she walked straight over and sat down, crossing her legs. Her gaze swept over the teacup Qingwei had used with a hint of disgust. There were no clean cups nearby.

She simply picked up the teapot, tipped it directly into her mouth for a swig, smacked her lips, and spat twice with a frown. “What garbage tea. It doesn't even taste as good as juice squeezed from ordinary fruit.”

Placing the teapot back on the table, she finally lifted her eyelids and looked directly at the fellow who was trying to strike up a conversation with her.

Du Yi's lips twitched. This woman—wasn't she Du Ling's mistress? Why was she here?

What did that old man Qingwei call her just now? Sect Master Su? Du Ling had really latched onto a powerful backer.

His heart swelled with bitter jealousy. How on earth did that guy manage to land a woman who was beautiful, powerful, and influential just by sleeping around?

He suppressed the turbulence in his heart, forcing the bitterness back down. He had long grown used to this sort of thing. He was used to being inferior to Du Ling, and used to relying on his own self-restraint to bridge the gap every time. Restraint and suppression were what he did best.

Forcing a smile he deemed elegant, he set down his cup and spoke slowly, “Sect Master Su is indeed young and... promising?”

Damn it. The second half of his sentence got stuck in his throat. What the hell was this woman doing? How could anyone drink directly from the spout of a teapot?

Where was her upbringing? Where were her manners? Where was her discipline? If you're going to drink, at least do it properly, you bastard! His smile froze on his face as he watched Su Li drain the teapot, even tilting it to catch the last two drops before putting it down.

“...Sect Master Su's way of drinking tea is truly... unique...” Du Yi was almost unable to smile anymore. He could only stiffly tug at the corners of his mouth, barely maintaining his polite facade.

He felt like he was on the verge of snapping, but Su Li did not notice his changing expression at all. She set the teapot down, muttered “What garbage tea” with a frown, and only then looked up at him.

“You are... that... that... Du...” Su Li tapped her fingers on the table twice. “...Du-something?” She racked her brain for a long time but simply could not remember his name.

Forget it. Who cared what his name was? Either way, she was currently the most powerful person in the Central Continent Alliance besides that old man Qingwei. She no longer had to put on airs. She could sit here in her most comfortable posture and say whatever she wanted.

Shifting into an even more relaxed posture, she crossed her legs again. “What are you here for?”

She scrutinized the man before her who claimed to be Du Ling's brother. His features bore some resemblance to Du Ling's, but his proportions were slightly off—his eyes were not as large as Du Ling's, his brow bone was not as high, and his expression was bizarre, as if his face were cramping.

Du Ling possessed a scholarly aura, yet he also carried a sinister, treacherous charm. While his features were upright, they retained the soft elegance of the Jiangnan gentry.

As for this fellow, he might seem gentle and refined at a casual glance, but upon closer inspection... he fell short by a mile. His eyes gleamed with a philistine cunning and calculation, and his smile did not reach his eyes.

What happened? Had Du Ling's previous whip strike paralyzed his face? That was truly pathetic.

The smile Du Yi was forcing himself to maintain was on the verge of collapsing. It was bad enough that she couldn't remember his name, but did she have to say it out loud? And even if she said it out loud, what the hell did she mean by looking at him as if he were an idiot now?

Is this woman crazy? Is she? He took a deep breath, suppressing the rising fury. Since this woman wanted to talk, he would play along.

“Sect Master Su, I hail from the South-Central Du Clan of Moyan Commandery. You must have heard of us.”

He tried to make his tone sound neither servile nor overbearing, attempting to remind her that he was not alone. Behind him lay the weight of his family; he was the representative of the entire South-Central Du Clan.

Su Li shook her head. Was she supposed to have heard of them? It seemed they produced a lot of Confucian cultivators over there... She hadn't paid much attention. Come to think of it, Du Ling seemed to be from there... She would ask him about it when she had the chance.

Du Yi finally snapped. This woman was a complete idiot! Absolutely! He was driven to the brink of madness—why did she have to shut down every single word he said?

Why on earth did Du Ling pick such a partner? Is this woman's IQ negative? He didn't envy Du Qi at all now. To live with a woman like this, her strength and power were exactly what Du Qi deserved for putting up with her.

But the conversation had to continue. He had to tear a piece of fat off the carcass of the Central Continent Alliance.

“Sect Master Su must be having a headache right now because of the 'accident' from a few days ago...”

He continued before Su Li could speak. It wasn't that he was in a rush, but rather he feared that if he didn't say it now, he would never get the chance. After all, this woman had already shut him up more than once.