Quick Transmigration: Irresistible Beauty

When being faced with a group of old foxes, he was not able to say a word in return. Fury bubbled inside him. His rage naturally could not be vented toward the various sect leaders, so his indignation for Yue Ran was growing stronger and stronger because of this. If it were not for this woman violating the rules and regulations of the sect in the first place, would their Sky Breeze Sect have fallen to this point? It is all her fault!

The more the young man thought about it, the more incensed he became. Qing Xi seemed to perceive his sour mood, so she discreetly pinched his hand. Her cold touch made his irritable mood slightly better. Glancing sideways at Qing Xi's cute and lovely face and the worries revealed in her eyes made Jiang Wen Xiu feel a lot more relaxed.

Thankfully, he still has such a gentle and understanding junior sister by his side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the evil witch has broken the seal of the Sword of the Demon, and we are all responsible for rectifying this mistake," Cheng Mo declared. "Right now, to put the blame on one party for the wrongs is not helping anything." His voice grew stern. "The keys to solving this predicament are to apprehend the evil witch and reseal the Sword of the Demon as soon as possible."

"Yes, what the alliance leader said is right, and we, the Sky Breeze Sect, also know that we are in the wrong for this matter," Jiang Wen Xiu said with an apologetic tone. "Our sect is prepared to dispatch a number of disciples to the Central Plains right away to take down the evil witch and to eliminate the harm the Sword of the Demon may do to the world."

"Okay, I have already sent someone to convey this news to the Central Plains, and the Grand Martial Temple will also send a group of people to the Myriad Pearl City for support and security of the public," Cheng Mo said with a nod.

The heads of other sects were able to suppress the Sky Breeze Sect as they saw fit because Jiang Wen Xiu was still young and inexperienced.

Be that as it may, the one who could speak at will and held the most power was Cheng Mo. When Cheng Mo, the alliance leader of the orthodox faction and the head of the Grand Martial Temple, spoke, everyone else had to respond and concur with his words.

"Alliance leader, the imperial city is in the Central Plains," a man said when the hall had been emptied. "Do you want to inform the imperial family about this?"

Cheng Mo stayed silent for a few beats before saying with a slight frown, "Let me think about it again."

Cheng Mo had a headache.

There were many people in the imperial city who were such busybodies. For the sake of increasing their power and status, they could do just about anything. As long as these people were involved, this matter would not be as simple as distinguishing black from white. If these intrusive individuals can be ignored in this matter, it would be better not to let them step in and stir things up for no reason.

After all, the relationship between the Grand Martial Temple and those from the imperial palace, including those blue-blooded aristocrats, has never been very good.

Hai Bing Tu was still in high spirits these two days, so Yue Ran sent her to go out alone to purchase things and inspect the area and its people around to dwindle all that pent-up energy. Yue Ran and Long Yuan continued to do the same thing they did even when they traveled to another place, which was to sit in a teahouse to inquire about and listen to information around them. Both of them had higher cultivation than an average skilled individual, so naturally, their senses followed suit.

The little teahouse was noisy, and a stage was set up in the center to allow the storytellers to deliver their tales.

The majority of the women in the Central Plains were less restrained in this ancient time.

In a society where strength is respected, the status difference between men and women will also be shortened due to martial arts and immortal cultivation.

At the end of the day, strength and power speak the loudest, and the one with the biggest fist made the rules.

Yue Ran was half-leaning on the couch with a hand supporting her head. If the feudal members of the Sky Breeze Sect were to see her sitting posture, they would yell that the world was going downhill, the sky was collapsing, and that there were no rules and decorum.

Even though the posture Yue Ran had was heroic, she only showed a pair of eyes that looked particularly charming. A translucent crimson veil covered the bottom half of her face, yet one could vaguely make out the thin lips behind it, which made one repeatedly attempt to outline her true features under the veil in their mind with every glance they took of her.

"I am good at chess," Yue Ran said lightly.

The young woman set down the chess piece and looked up at the man across from her with a pair of gorgeous phoenix eyes.

Long Yuan did not dare to glance up at Yue Ran and merely agreed in a low voice, "Yes, the master is very good at it."

He was obviously a man who was extremely cold and powerful, like a god. However, at this moment, he bowed his head submissively and addressed Yue Ran as "master" with his pleasant and magnetic voice.

No one could tell whether Yue Ran was feeling satisfied or not, but her eyes turned into beautiful crescents. Her features lit up brightly, and she lifted a hand to stroke a few strands of her hair in a leisurely manner.

"The chess skill that the young lady has is really exquisite."