That's What Villains Are Like

As soon as Chu Chan said these words, the meeting hall instantly became quiet.

All the disciples of the Yaochi Sect were stunned, almost doubting their own ears, including Ling Zhuyun, who was also stunned for a moment before they realized what Chu Chan said.

The young master of the Prime Minister's Mansion intends to hold a tea-making party and invite a large number of young people to participate?

Ling Zhuyun had never been in contact with Jiang Lan, but she had heard many rumors related to him, so her first reaction after hearing this was that the second generation ancestor was joking?

As far as she knew, this second-generation ancestor was evil-doing and domineering. Although his subordinates were highly skilled, he himself was a waste who could not practice cultivation.

There is no way of knowing why he is unable to practice, but the only thing that is certain is that he and the so-called young prodigy are incompatible with each other.

At this time, a so-called tea-making conference is suddenly going to be held, and a group of young talents are invited to participate. What does this mean?

Could it be that he also wanted to get involved in the inheritance and creation of Zhenjun Zixia?

There are quite a few disciples of the Yaochi Sect who have the same thoughts as Ling Zhuyun at this moment, but no one dares to ask casually, so they can only hide their doubts deeply.

Especially those who met Jiang Lan in Zuixianju in person, all knew his arrogant and strong nature. If Chu Chan blew wind in his ear afterwards and started a fire...

"I see."

Ling Zhuyun's face quickly returned to normal, she nodded gently, and took the invitation from Chu Chan.

Since she was inviting all the young geniuses in Anyang City, she must have been the only one to receive the invitation, and there was no need to worry about Jiang Lan doing anything.

If she was invited alone, she wouldn't go at all.

Although she is a quasi-saintess of the Yaochi Sect, judging from Jiang Lan's previous behavior, he should not be afraid of her status.

"As for your matter, I have known about it since I came to Anyang City. Bullying fellow disciples is something that the sect cannot tolerate, let alone indulging outsiders and fanning the flames, which is against the sect's rules..."

After Ling Zhuyun accepted the invitation, she did not check it immediately, but looked at Chu Chan.

When Chen Ning and other disciples heard this, their expressions changed, thinking that Ling Zhuyun was going to support Chu Chan and seek justice.

The temperament of this quasi-saintess has always been like this: she hates evil as much as she hates it, and she can't get rid of the sand in her eyes.

But at this time, after hearing this, Chu Chan just smiled carelessly, and then bowed Yingying and said,

"Thank you Saint."

"What happened at Zuixianju that day was just a misunderstanding, and now the misunderstanding has been resolved."

"The saint doesn't have to embarrass the other sisters anymore. They have no choice but to do it. The disciples have never blamed or resented them."

"Now that Zhenjun Zixia's cave is about to be born, the disciples don't want such trivial matters to trouble the saint. After all, inheriting the creation is more important and cannot be distracted..."

"Besides, friction and grudges between disciples are common. Now that the sect is hiring people, the disciple feels that it is best for the saint to focus on the overall situation."

Ling Zhuyun was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then a smile seemed to appear on her face covered by the gauze.

She didn't expect that Chu Chan would act so open-minded, broad-minded, and unconcerned.

At this time, it is indeed the time to recruit people. If a group of disciples are punished, I am afraid that there will be a shortage of manpower.

Zhao Dieyi glanced at Chu Chan with a complicated expression. If she was as open-minded as he said, that would be great.

Unfortunately, in her opinion, Chu Chan had other plans and was unwilling to let Chen Ning go so easily.

Chen Ning's face was extremely gloomy. How could she not guess Chu Chan's intention? But at this time, could she still jump out and scold her for being hypocritical in front of her nose?

"Junior Sister Chu Chan, I am very pleased that you can consider the overall interests of the sect, but you have caused this innocent disaster for no reason. As a senior sister, it would be wrong for me not to seek some justice for you."

"I have a magical weapon that I used in the Zhaoyou Realm. It is very powerful. It has been with me for many years and has been stained with the blood of many evil demons and heretics."

"But now it is of no use to me, so I will give it to you. It can be regarded as a little compensation from me, senior sister." Ling Zhuyun said.

After finishing her words, she raised her hand, and a radiant, crystal-clear, green orb with a lake in the middle appeared in the palm of her hand.

It seems that you can faintly hear the sound of lapping tides and rolling waves, filled with strong mana fluctuations.

Even the Yaochi Sect elder stationed here had surprise on his face, and then he couldn't hide his envy.

The other disciples were even more so. After being shocked, they all looked at this scene with great envy.

The blue sea brings forth pearls from the tide.

This is a well-known magic weapon in the Yaochi Sect. It contains one hundred and eight restrictions. It can evolve into vast smoke waves and infinite blue waves, and is extremely powerful when facing the enemy.

When Ling Zhuyun once walked the world, this orb gained a great reputation. Many demons and monsters died under it, and many people are still frightened to this day.

They never imagined that Ling Zhuyun would think so highly of Chu Chan that he would personally give her the magic weapon she had used. Was this an intention to cultivate Chu Chan?

Chen Ning's face was as gloomy as water, and she clenched her jade hands tightly, feeling very unwilling to do so.

She didn't understand what kind of bad luck this Chu Chan had. First, she was favored by the Prime Minister's Mansion and pampered her. Now, even the quasi-saint Ling Zhuyun also valued her.

"Chu Chan, thank you Saint."

Chu Chan was very surprised. Naturally, she had no reason to reject the treasure that was delivered to her, so she hurriedly took it respectfully.

Ling Zhuyun smiled, nodded slightly, and said, "I hope you won't lose your reputation in the future."

"This disciple will definitely live up to the respect of the Saint." Chu Chan said.

After that, she stayed for a short time and said goodbye. Now all the disciples of the Yaochi Sect knew that she had followed Jiang Lan, and her status as a disciple of the Yaochi Sect seemed dispensable.

Ling Zhuyun didn't say much.

From the beginning to the end, Chu Chan never glanced at Chen Ning.

Not long after Chu Chan left, a female disciple outside came forward to report, "Holy girl, there is a strange man outside who calls himself Ye Ming. He claims to be your friend and wants to visit."

Ling Zhuyun seemed to have expected it and was not surprised. She nodded and said, "Let him come in. Please come to the side hall."

A group of Yaochi Sect disciples were a little curious. This name was really unfamiliar. They had never heard of it before. Who was it?

…

"The pearls born from the blue sea are indeed extraordinary. When I was in the Yaochi Sect, I only heard about its reputation. I never thought that one day it would fall into my hands."

"Ling Zhuyun hates evil as much as she hates enemies, and takes it as her own duty to help the common people and uphold justice. Because she grew up in the Yaochi Sect, she cares about the Yaochi Sect very much. She does not allow the disciples in the sect to be bullied, and she does not allow the disciples in the sect to talk to each other. Fighting and bullying.”

"A beautiful girl like her, standing too high, naturally cannot see the darkness and filth beneath her feet..."

In the white jade chariot, Chu Chan was playing with and refining the blue sea pearl, with no ripples on her face.

She didn't feel much gratitude or concern for Ling Zhuyun's high regard and reward.

If in the past, when she was bullied, ridiculed, and looked down upon with indifference, Ling Zhuyun could stand up and seek justice for her, she would naturally be extremely grateful and wish she could do anything to express her gratitude.

But today is different from the past. For her, the pearls born from the blue sea are just a dispensable thing.

"It really is what I said. When you stand at a certain height, you will find that the world is polite to you..." The corner of Chu Chan's mouth curled up with a hint of mockery.

After leaving Chi Yaozong's residence, she did not return to the City Lord's Mansion immediately. Instead, she planned to go to Wanbao Pavilion to select some self-defense weapons for her brother Chu Yun.

Anyang City is the main city of a county. It is very large and covers an extremely wide area.

There are pavilions and palaces in the city, which are divided into two parts: the inner and outer cities.

The inner city is brilliant, with swirling silver waterfalls, steaming clouds, and islands. You can even see some sacred mountains hidden among them, obscured by clouds and mist.

Almost all major immortal sects have territories in these places.

Either it is a stone gambling shop, a weapons shop, a spiritual medicine shop, an auction house, a fairy clothes pavilion, a romantic place... almost everything.

There are also many markets and stalls on the long streets on both sides. Many monks and souls come and go. If you are lucky, you can encounter a lot of good things.

Chu Chan, who was thinking about something in the white jade chariot, suddenly heard the sound of a dispute not far away.

"It's just a broken piece of magic weapon. It's so black and broken. Even if you say it was once used by an immortal, it can't be that expensive..."

"Whether you want to buy it or not, looking at your outfit, you can't afford it."

"Since you don't want to buy it, don't delay my business, there are other customers to see."

"Who are you trying to deceive? I just saw the patterns on this piece of magical artifact. It's a bit old. I want to take it back and study it. You old man, you really think I'm easy to deceive, and you dare to bid me five thousand souls." Shi..." A frustrated man's voice was obviously a little angry.

The lame old man who set up the stall, smoking a dry cigarette, sat there calmly, looking like he didn't want to buy anything.

"Stop."

Chu Chan, who was in the white jade chariot, opened the curtain and saw the broken weapon fragments. She suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart and immediately ordered people to stop.

She walked down and came to the stall. She looked at the weapon fragment and felt that it was very thick and cold, dark and deep, and seemed to be shining with some kind of cold light.

"Five thousand spirit stones, right? I want it." She picked it up, rubbed it gently, and said directly.

The embarrassed old man was stunned for a moment, wondering where he had taken advantage of.

He bought it from some tomb robbers for dozens of spirit stones. He originally wanted to fool people, but he never thought that someone would actually take a fancy to it and be willing to part with five thousand spirit stones.

The furious man on the side was also stunned. He originally thought that a hundred spiritual stones were too expensive, but now someone actually wants five thousand spiritual stones?

"This is my family heirloom, old man. I just mentioned the five thousand spiritual stones casually. This is not for sale..."

Seeing Chu Chan's luxurious dress and beautiful appearance, the lame old man suddenly smiled and quickly changed his words. He finally caught a scapegoat and if he didn't take advantage of her, he felt like he was going to lose a lot of money.

Chu Chan was not surprised that he would suddenly change his tune.

The maid behind her, who was about to pay, had a cold look in her eyes and was about to take a step forward.

Chu Chan waved her hand and asked again, "How much do you want to sell?"

"I won't sell any money." The lame old man shook his head and said firmly, as if he was sure of Chu Chan.

Chu Chan suddenly smiled. This smile was as bright and astonishing, like a fairy flower blooming, which stunned many men around her.

"Yeah?"

"His other leg was also broken." She said calmly.

The lame old man was stunned. He didn't expect Chu Chan to be so cruel and would break his legs if he disagreed.

He was about to struggle and shout to attract the patrol, but when he saw the word "ginger" hanging next to the white jade chariot, his face suddenly turned pale, and he swallowed back all his words.

Everyone watching the show seemed to be gloating over the misfortune.

Soon, Chu Chan, who looked calm and indifferent, dropped a bag of spiritual stones, picked up the dark weapon fragment, returned to the chariot thoughtfully, and left slowly.

…

At the same time, on the other side, Ye Ming, who had disguised himself as a handsome man, was talking to Ling Zhuyun in the Yaochi Sect's side hall.

The two sat across the table from each other. On the jade table in front of them, a female disciple served tea. The fragrance was so fragrant that it made the spiritual platform feel empty.

"Brother Lin is really cautious. Every time we meet, you have a different look. With all your energy, even I can't tell who you are."

"Is there any big enemy in Anyang City?"

Ling Zhuyun spoke, and there seemed to be some doubts and surprise on her face, which was covered by a gauze veil.

She and Ye Ming met in a secret realm. When that secret realm came out, many monks came to fight for it.

However, due to the restrictions left in it, everyone was trapped. In the end, Ye Ming took action, cleverly resolved it, and led everyone out of trouble.

At that time, she thought that Ye Ming was a master of formations. He was very accomplished at a young age. He must be a genius who was rare in formations for thousands of years, so she left a contact jade talisman at that time.

Later, when she was exploring a ruins, because she wanted to crack the surrounding formation, she found some partners, one of whom was Ye Ming.

Ye Ming also helped her a lot, and the two gradually became familiar with each other. She also admired Ye Ming very much, thinking that he was brave, resourceful, determined, and strong.

Although he is a casual cultivator, he is not necessarily inferior to those who are true disciples of great religions.

Ye Ming looked at her, suppressed the admiration in his heart, and shook his head when he heard this, "Not really, but if you show your true face, there will indeed be a lot of trouble."

"The female disciple I just saw outside the Yaochi Sect's residence seems to be in no danger of life..."

"Huh?" Ling Zhuyun was slightly surprised.

Ye Ming didn't talk nonsense. After all, he would rescue Chu Chan because of Ling Zhuyun's face and intended to make her owe him a favor. He would definitely tell her about this.

He didn't expect to see Chu Chan outside just now, so he took this opportunity to inform Ling Zhuyun about the matter.

At that moment, he explained what happened at Zuixian Residence that day.

After hearing this, Ling Zhuyun felt a little enlightened, and there was a burst of gratitude on her face, and she said, "I didn't expect that the assassin who assassinated the Prime Minister's son was actually Brother Ye. Thank you Brother Ye for your help."

Ye Ming trusted her and was not worried that she would reveal her identity.

He smiled and said, "Since I am Zhu Yun, your fellow junior sister, and since I have seen it, I cannot sit idly by."

"It's a pity that we couldn't rescue him that day. There were so many experts around the evil thief, but he was really helpless."

Speaking of this, he actually felt a little gloomy, because he guessed that the terrifying young existence he met on the Bloody Plateau was Jiang Lan.

But what about the evidence?

He didn't dare to talk about this kind of thing easily, let alone tell Ling Zhuyun.

Ling Zhuyun has always hated the people of the Blood Immortal Sect. If she knew that he had been to the Bloody Plateau, what would she think of him?

"Brother Ye, there's no need to blame yourself. I'm very grateful that you have this heart."

Ling Zhuyun said that she didn't think much about it, because she had always known Ye Ming to be the kind of person who was chivalrous and courageous, and who would help the weak and act bravely when seeing justice.

"Actually, I came here today to discuss with you Zhu Yun the inheritance and creation of True Lord Zixia. I didn't expect that in just a few days, this matter would spread like wildfire, and I don't know who was behind it. , originally in my expectation, not many people knew about this matter."

"When the time comes when we join forces, the inheritance and creation of True Monarch Zixia will be at hand." Ye Ming thought of business and said.

Ling Zhuyun frowned slightly and said, "It does seem like someone is behind this matter, and the more people know about it, the smaller our chances of getting a chance."

"Even the Prime Minister's Office is interested in intervening in this matter..."

Ye Ming was shocked and confused.

Ling Zhuyun looked at him and informed him that Jiang Lan planned to hold a tea-making party in three days.

This made Ye Ming frown. If he didn't know that Jiang Lan was hiding deeply, he would probably think that this tea-making party was a joke.

But now that he knew that Jiang Lan was terrifying, he vaguely felt that there might be some conspiracy...

"In three days, I will accompany you Zhu Yun." After thinking about it again and again, Ye Ming said.

Anyway, he has changed his appearance and concealed his aura. It is almost impossible for Jiang Lan to discover his identity.

"Brother Ye, are you worried about any accidents?"

Ling Zhuyun was surprised. Judging from her understanding of Ye Ming, he was a very cautious person who would not show up in front of others easily. As for this tea-making conference, all the young geniuses in Anyang City would probably go there.

After all, no one dares not to give face to the prime minister's son.

And when he appears with me, there is no guarantee that he will not attract attention and overthinking...

Ye Ming shook his head and smiled, "I just want to see the world and see what talented people there are in Daxia today."

Ling Zhuyun nodded and said, "Okay, in three days, Brother Ye will come here and wait for me."

Ye Ming nodded and said nothing more. Then he chatted with Ling Zhuyun for a while and then stood up to leave.

Although he admired Ling Zhuyun, he also understood her temperament and did not like to get involved in too many trivial matters. If it was nothing important, disturbing her practice would only make her unhappy.

"Brother Ye's concern for me is a little too much..."

"I can only say sorry about his feelings. I have no intention of having an affair with my children. I only want to be a Taoist. I only appreciate him as a friend."

After Ye Ming left, Ling Zhuyun shook her head gently.

Her words seemed to be talking to herself, and she seemed to be telling someone.

"Zhuyun, you will become the leader of the Yaochi Sect in the future. In you, the Supreme Elder sees the hope of the Yaochi Sect's rise and rejuvenation."

"You probably don't want to disappoint your master."

And not long after she finished speaking, a beautiful woman with still charming appearance and cold appearance appeared and looked at her, as if admonishing and warning her.

Ling Zhuyun nodded lightly and said, "I understand."

"Although this Ye Ming is extraordinary, if he hinders your practice, the sect will definitely not let him go." The beautiful woman said.

"You'd better be just a friend to him, otherwise you'll only hurt him."

…

Three days flew by.

In the past few days, in addition to the mountains outside Anyang City, the purple mist has become increasingly dense and the visions have become more astonishing.

The one that attracted the most attention was Jiang Lan, the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, who held a tea-making party and invited young talents from all over the world to gather at the Star Reaching Platform.

Almost all the monks and creatures are discussing this matter.

All the respectable disciples of the Immortal Sect have received invitations, and young people from all the ancient aristocratic families and clans, as long as they show up in Anyang City, have also received the news.

Regarding this matter, all the young geniuses were surprised and didn't know what it meant, but no one dared to disobey or give him face. No matter how weird and awkward they felt, they could only accept it with pinched noses.

However, many good people speculated that this was a drunkard who was not interested in drinking, and that he might be the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and he was interested in "beauty pageant".

After all, the true successors of the Yaochi Sect and the Goddess Palace have appeared in the Yaochi Sect in the past few days. Each one of them is a stunning beauty with natural beauty and a lot of suitors. As soon as they appeared, they caused a sensation.

In addition, among the younger generation of the major immortal sects, there are also beauties with exquisite beauty and alluring beauty.

This statement was unanimously recognized by many monks, and they were secretly cursing and filled with envy and jealousy.

Everyone scolded Jiang Lan, and everyone hated Jiang Lan.

After hearing these news and statements, the faces of the immortal sects of the major aristocratic families turned a little green, but they still felt that it was somewhat possible and reasonable.

Therefore, they all asked their pretty disciples to hide away. It was best not to go out and attract Jiang Lan's attention in the past few days.

"Jiang Lan actually held a so-called tea-making conference and invited many talented people to attend. It's really ridiculous."

"Everyone knows that apart from playing with women, he has made no achievements in spiritual practice. As a good-for-nothing, as the host, he also invited a group of young geniuses..."

"It's so funny."

On a long street, a man with a tall and tall figure, wearing a golden armor and looking majestic, was riding a beast and came here with a group of knights.

There is a golden token hanging from his waist, which is filled with Taoist charm and dragon energy. On the other side, there is a word "Xia" engraved on it, showing his identity as a member of the royal family.

Although the current Xia Emperor is still young, the princes of Da Xia are not simple. Each of them is powerful, has a strong army, and has many masters under his command.

The man in front of him is the third son of Prince Wu Xuan, named Xia Jie.

"Third Master, the people in Anyang City have many eyes, please be careful what you say." Behind Xia Jie, a man with a somewhat elegant temperament stepped forward and advised.

"So what, it's a fact. He doesn't care, so what if I tell him?" Xia Jie said disdainfully, as if he was very familiar with Jiang Lan.

"This time I came to Anyang City, but I helped him find and select several good women. If he didn't thank me properly, could it be possible that he was angry just because I said a few words to him?"

His words were unabashed. After hearing this, many spiritual monks on the long street were filled with contempt and hurriedly avoided him.

People from the royal family are not easy to provoke, especially some people who seem to know Xia Jie's identity and avoid him as if facing Jiang Lan.

"well……"

The man behind Xia Jie sighed and seemed to have a headache.

As if Xia Jie didn't care at all, he led a large number of knights and went to the inner city.

At this time, the star-catching platform located deep in Anyang City was filled with singing and dancing, clouds and mist were surging everywhere, and it was extremely spacious.

There have been maids waiting here for a long time, serving various spiritual wines and delicacies, which were evenly placed in the banquet room. The aroma was fragrant, the wine was mellow, and the fragrance spread far away, making many monks outside twitch their index fingers.

However, for this so-called tea-making conference, only talented people who have received invitations can come.

Ordinary monks are not even qualified to observe the ceremony.

In the center of the star-catching platform, various utensils needed for making tea have been laid out, and several of the most famous tea masters in Anyang City have prepared them.

"It seems that I came early."

A man in gold robes spoke at the table.

He looked very young, about twenty years old, wearing a gold-rimmed robe.

There are dragon horns on his forehead, and even his hair shines like the sun. A faint divine glow appears behind him, and his energy and blood are extremely powerful.

The dragon tribe has the blood of true dragons flowing in their bodies, and their bodies are extremely powerful. They are considered to be one of the top foreign royal families on the land of Kyushu today.

At the same time, it is also an ethnic group that is very close to the Prime Minister's Government. With the support of the Prime Minister's Government, it has annexed many foreign races in the past few decades.

"Since it's the young master who invites me, no one dares not to give me face. Let's wait a little longer."

Another man smiled and said. He was wearing a blue gown and had scales between his eyebrows. He was obviously a foreigner.

Beside them, there are some young beings, both male and female, both human and foreign. They are shrouded in divine brilliance or surging with energy and blood, and are equally powerful.

Obviously, the ethnic group behind them has a very deep connection with the Prime Minister's Mansion, so they came to the tea-making meeting early.

During the conversation, he was very respectful to Jiang Lan and the Prime Minister's Mansion behind him.

"Did you come so early?"

At this time, a slightly surprised voice sounded not far away.

A delicate girl came over. She was casually wearing a dress sewn from animal skins. Her face was exquisite, just like that of a human. However, if you look closely, you will find that her skin is slightly whiter than that of a human, and some of them can be clearly seen. Light blue veins.

"This guy is here too."

The expressions of all the young people here have changed slightly. Even the dragon man wearing a golden robe has something wrong with his expression.

"Ao Xu, why are you here? Where is your sister?" As soon as the delicate girl arrived, she crossed her arms and walked towards the dragon man.