The one eavesdropping at the corner on Mingyue and Xixi's conversation was precisely Jun Shuxue.
She had her cultivation crippled by Ji Shiyou and was sent back to Jinwu Palace.
The Grand Elder spent an entire night trying to heal her, but to no avail.
Watching herself become a cripple, Jun Shuxue wailed.
Begging her grandfather to avenge her, the Grand Elder was also filled with rage.
The entire Jinwu Palace knew that Jun Shuxue was his cherished granddaughter.
Ji Shiyou's actions were clearly a blatant disregard for him.
This was a naked slap in his face, compounded by Jun Shuxue's cries.
It was like pouring oil onto a fire, causing him to lose all reason.
Thus, he rode his sword out of the palace, intending to kill Ji Shiyou and seek justice for his granddaughter.
Jun Shuxue remained in her room, confined, and waited for several days.
Her grandfather never returned, and she grew worried.
Today, she finally left her room, wanting to gather some news.
From afar, she spotted Mingyue, whom she hated with all her being.
Seeing Mingyue and Xixi walking towards her, chatting and laughing,
She wished she could pounce on Mingyue immediately, flay her alive, and drain her to the bone.
But her cultivation was crippled, and she possessed no power.
Knowing she was no match for Mingyue, she hid in the corner.
She thought to herself, "I won't reveal myself yet; I'll devise a plan later."
To her shock, she overheard that her grandfather had already been burned to death by Ji Shiyou.
Her insides felt as if they were burning, and tears streamed down her face.
She controlled her urge to rush out and fight Mingyue to the death.
Suppressing any sound, she waited until Mingyue and Xixi had walked further away.
Covering her mouth, she rushed out of Jinwu Palace and fled down Mount Wuliang.
She descended Mount Wuliang and arrived at a desolate, uninhabited place.
Jun Shuxue let out a heart-wrenching cry, roaring towards the sky.
"Do you want revenge? I can help you."
Jun Shuxue, exhausted from crying, sat on the ground, as if her soul had left her body.
At this moment, a voice sounded from behind her. She slowly turned her head.
Xixi watched Mingyue busily rummaging through the treasure vault, thinking to himself.
Didn't Senior Uncle Master just say that she preferred simple and elegant things?
Why were the decorations she was choosing even more luxurious and ostentatious than the ones originally in Hanxiang Hall?
However, considering Mingyue's identity, he held back his questions.
Mingyue spent half the day in the treasure vault, like a mouse that had fallen into a rice bin.
Only when her storage bag could no longer hold even a needle did she reluctantly leave, turning back repeatedly, to her own Hanxiang Hall.
"This is truly a life fit for immortals! This is the perfect life."
Three days later, in Hanxiang Hall.
Mingyue rolled around on her bed, carved from a single piece of jade.
Then, she covered herself completely with a quilt woven from silkworm silk.
Breathing in the scent of the priceless Tumi incense filling the room, she sighed with immense satisfaction.
These past few days, apart from eating and talking with the Jinwu Fairy,
She had spent most of her time immersed in the treasure vault of Jinwu Palace.
Even though her storage bag could no longer hold anything else,
She was incredibly happy just to be able to spend time in the treasure vault every day, looking and touching.
Furthermore, at Jinwu Palace, everyone treated her with utmost respect.
For her three meals a day, she ate delicacies.
She drank dew from flowers and immortal springs, and had all sorts of rare treasures to play with.
Mingyue felt she was the happiest person in the world.
The days of immortal bliss passed quickly, and soon it was the day of the recognition ceremony.
The Jinwu Fairy attached great importance to this recognition ceremony.
Ever since she announced it, everyone in Jinwu Palace had been busy preparing for it.
On the day of the ceremony, all disciples changed into new clothes and greeted guests with high spirits.
Because the Jinwu Fairy had once led the immortal disciples to fight against the celestial demons and saved the Yuehua Realm,
She was highly respected and influential throughout the Yuehua Realm.
All sects took her invitation very seriously.
Even before the ceremony began, the summit of Mount Wuliang was already shimmering with divine light.
It was the sect leaders and elders from various sects arriving for the ceremony.
The disciples responsible for reception at Jinwu Palace were in a frenzy, leading the guests to the grand hall where the ceremony would be held.
Three people were already seated in the main guest section: two men and one woman.
This seating arrangement was reserved for the five great sects.
Although today, sect leaders and elders from various sects were present,
Not everyone could occupy this seat; even among sect leaders, there were distinctions.
Among the three, the delicate woman in green.
Was Nong Qing, the Palace Mistress of Baihua Palace. Although she appeared to be only in her twenties,
Everyone knew that Fairy Nong Qing was a begonia flower demon.
She was over eight hundred years old, far from being a young girl.
To her left sat a man in white, appearing to be around thirty, with an upright demeanor.
He wore white robes, black shoes, and a jade crown, looking handsome and refined.
A cold jade sword hung from his waist; he was none other than Fan Ye, the Sect Leader of Jianzong.
Despite his appearance as a gentle scholar,
The moment his sword was unsheathed, he would become a berserker.
Therefore, cultivators in the Yuehua Realm called him the Sword Madman.
The dark, cold jade sword at his waist was the renowned Mad Demon Sword of the immortal sects.
The other man, however, seemed completely out of place in this setting.
He was clad in tattered rags, his face deeply wrinkled.
His age was indiscernible, his face etched with misery, and his eyes were cloudy.
A erhu was slung across his back, also worn and tattered.
Some parts were chipped and paint-peeled, looking like something discarded by the roadside.
He clearly resembled an old street performer on his last legs,
Not at all like an immortal cultivator, yet no one in the hall dared to underestimate him.
For he was Ling Ge, the Sect Leader of Tianyin Sect, and the erhu on his back.
Was the treasure of Tianyin Sect, Ye Yu.
Two hundred years ago, Ling Ge, using Ye Yu.
With a single piece called "Flowing Wave Song," he had trapped one hundred thousand demonic cultivators from Tianmo Valley.
He was, besides the Jinwu Fairy, the cultivator the Tianmo Valley most wished to avoid.
"Ling has never known that the Jinwu Fairy had an elder sister.
When I received the invitation, I thought the message was a mistake.
Have any of you seen her? What kind of person is she?"
Ling Ge raised a cup of wine and drank it down in one gulp.
Half the wine went into his mouth, and the other half spilled onto his robes.
He paid it no mind, raising his hand with his worn, color-indiscernible sleeve.
He wiped his mouth and spoke.
"Ling Ge, you're clearly a handsome person.
Why do you insist on presenting yourself in such a filthy manner? It's disgusting.
Looking at you, I can't even drink my wine.
I haven't met Jinwu's sister either. However, according to Gui Zi's report,
Jinwu went to Furong Peak that day and called out to a small pear blossom tree demon as 'sister.'
That should be her, right? We'll see her soon anyway, what's the rush?
Gui Zi also told me that in Furong Town,
Your arrogant junior brother and your presumptuous disciple.
Were scared by Ji Shiyou and abandoned the rare treasure.
They fled back to Tianyin Sect overnight with their tails between their legs.
Why didn't you bring them today? Are they too scared to show their faces?"
Looking at Ling Ge's disheveled appearance, Palace Mistress Nong Qing of Baihua Palace frowned.
She put down her wine cup and joked with Ling Ge.
They were old acquaintances, comrades-in-arms who had fought side by side two hundred years ago.
They had fought against Tianmo Valley together, so they spoke without reservation.
"Long hair, short vision.
You should know that the vulgar is the sublime.
Compared to the elegant 'Spring Snow,' the common folk music is the true Dao.
You women only care about good looks; how superficial.
As for Jinwu taking a good disciple, I should thank him.
If not for him, my precious disciple.
Would not have known that there are always people better than you, and mountains beyond mountains.
Although we didn't obtain the rare treasure this time,
Along with my junior brother, they benefited greatly.
After being intimidated by Ji Shiyou, they have all achieved enlightenment and are in seclusion.
This time, I came to Mount Wuliang not only to congratulate Jinwu.
But also to properly thank that brat Ji Shiyou.
However, speaking of which, why haven't I seen him?
On such an important day, he, the Senior Uncle Master of Jinwu Palace,
Should be at the entrance greeting guests. Why is he nowhere to be seen?"
Ling Ge poured himself another cup of wine, rolling his eyes at Nong Qing.
He looked like he belonged in the marketplace, but his heart was vast.
"He probably hasn't returned yet. The disciples Jinwu Palace sent on this mission.
Many cannot travel by sword for extended periods and can only rely on the Divine Movement technique.
Even without rest, it would take at least ten days.
To return from Furong Peak to Mount Wuliang. I heard from Junior Brother Shi Li and Hu'er.
That the rare treasure this time was obtained by that young girl named Mingyue.
Who is also Jinwu's sister. Aren't you curious.
What the rare treasure looks like? Perhaps after the ceremony, we can stay.
And ask Jinwu's sister to bring it out for us to see?"
Fan Ye, who had been silent all along, suddenly interjected.
Upon hearing about the rare treasure, Ling Ge and Nong Qing both showed interest.
Just as they were engrossed in conversation, they suddenly felt the outside of Mount Wuliang.
The wind and clouds surged, and thunder rumbled.
The entire Mount Wuliang and Jinwu Palace trembled.
"It's the old immortal, that brat Ji Shiyou.
He killed He Hua and the White Tiger Envoy of Tiandao Sect. The old immortal isn't here to congratulate.
He's here to settle a score. This is going to be interesting!"
Fan Ye's expression changed drastically; he already knew who had arrived.