Turn Waste Into Treasure: Pick Up Medusa In Suspended Animation At The Beginning

"Who said she has nothing to do with our Wanhuamen?"

As Duan Haoming's voice fell, Nangong Jing walked straight to the middle of the hall, her gaze indifferent as she stared at Duan Haoming.

Then she pointed at Murong Qingxue and coldly said, each word emphasized.

"She is a disciple that my master just took in. Do you think you can act so recklessly towards her because you think Wanhuamen is easy to bully?"

After speaking, a cold light flickered in Nangong Jing's eyes, as if she couldn't help but make a move in the next moment.

Murong Qingxue, upon hearing this, looked confused. When did she become a disciple of Wanhuamen?!

"Bullshit!"

Duan Haoming, upon hearing this, became furious and immediately cursed.

"This woman was like a ghost a few days ago, always staying in the Lord's Mansion without ever leaving. How could she become your master's disciple in just a couple of days?!"

"Why don't you say... that her red hair was also cured by your master?!"

As far as he knew, the master of Wanhuamen had been in seclusion for the past two years, seemingly suffering from some backlash in his cultivation.

If Murong Qingxue had really been taken in as a disciple by the master of Wanhuamen, would he allow her to stay alone in the Ziyun Chamber of Commerce?!

"If you're not convinced, let's fight!"

Upon hearing Duan Haoming's vulgar words, Nangong Jing's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she coldly shouted.

In the next moment, without any unnecessary words, Nangong Jing directly unleashed her cultivation, instantly rushing towards Duan Haoming.

"Damn crazy woman, f*ck your grandmother!"

Seeing Nangong Jing rushing towards him, Duan Haoming's expression changed, and he explosively retreated as his cultivation erupted.

At the same time, he shouted at the red-clothed old man.

"Stop her!!"

Nangong Jing's cultivation had reached the Eighth Stage of the Rotating Dan Realm, three small realms higher than him.

If he were to fight this woman, he would only be completely defeated!

Almost as soon as Duan Haoming's voice sounded, the figure of the red-clothed old man had already become blurry, like a ghost, rushing towards Nangong Jing.

But at the same moment, the silent elder of Wanhuamen suddenly scattered petals around him.

He seemed like a ghost among the flowers, and with a flash, he disappeared from his original position.

Boom!

In the next moment, with several figures colliding and intersecting, a dull explosion resounded like thunder.

Duan Haoming was directly slapped far away by Nangong Jing's palm, almost flying out of the hall of the Ziyun Chamber of Commerce like trash.

"Han Xinyue, do you really want to go to war?!"

Seeing Duan Haoming being slapped away by Nangong Jing, the red-clothed old man stared at the elder of Wanhuamen with a cold gaze.

"Do the younger generation need to escalate things to the sect?"

Upon hearing the words of the red-clothed old man, Han Xinyue calmly spoke.

Ever since thirty years ago, when Wanhuamen and the Burning Flame Valley had a falling out, conflicts between the two major sects had frequently erupted.

It was also common for the younger generation to fight each other.

But as long as there were no serious consequences, such as crippling the opponent's cultivation or causing them to explode, the two major sects would not completely break ties again.

"Although you are all guests, is it appropriate for you to fight like this?"

Just as the red-clothed old man's face darkened and his aura became increasingly violent, a cold and clear voice came over, and Ziluo and her protectors also appeared in the hall.

Looking at the shattered floor of the hall and the mess around, Ziluo glanced at Nangong Jing and Duan Haoming, and continued in a somewhat icy tone.

"No matter who started it, all the damages to the Chamber of Commerce today must be compensated at full price!"

"Besides..."

"If anyone dares to cause trouble on the territory of the Ziyun Chamber of Commerce again, the Chamber of Commerce will permanently blacklist that person."

Upon hearing the cold words of Ziluo, Nangong Jing and the others restrained their breath and did not continue to act.

"Damn woman, this account will be settled in the future!"

Duan Haoming stabilized the surging blood in his body and coldly shouted at Nangong Jing before casually throwing a spatial ring to Yunshan.

"Let's go!"

Although they were not afraid of the Ziyun Chamber of Commerce, they couldn't afford to offend them. After all, the Ziyun Chamber of Commerce had connections and resource-gathering abilities that the Fenyang Valley couldn't compare to.

In the current situation, it was impossible to forcibly take Murong Qingxue away. They could only wait until the auction was over and see if they could find an opportunity.

"Miss Ziluo, I apologize for the trouble caused earlier."

Seeing Duan Haoming leave with a frustrated expression, Nangong Jing turned around and said to Ziluo.

"It's alright, I was just putting on a show earlier."

"Miss Murong is a friend of an elder in our Ziyun Chamber of Commerce. If you hadn't intervened in time, she would have encountered a lot of trouble."

Ziluo waved her hand in response.

Yunshan had just informed her of what had happened earlier. She had been a bit negligent in arranging some things behind the scenes of the Chamber of Commerce. Fortunately, Murong Qingxue was unharmed, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to Xiao Chen.

"Thank you all for your help, Miss Murong."

After Ziluo finished speaking, Murong Qingxue bowed to Nangong Jing and the others.

If it weren't for their intervention today, even if Ziluo had arrived later to stop it, she would have suffered from Duan Haoming's harassment. Therefore, Nangong Jing and the others had timely help, which saved her innocence.

"So your name is Murong Qingxue, it's quite a nice name."

Li Wanclear looked at Murong Qingxue curiously, observing her impressive figure that was similar to her own. She even had the urge to pinch her.

Such an exquisite beauty.

Not only did she possess a special pure yin physique like her, but her appearance and figure were no less inferior to her own.

If she could take her as a junior sister, it would definitely be comfortable to sleep together in the future.

"I am Nangong Jing, this is my junior sister Li Wanclear, and this is Han Xinyue, an elder of the Wanhuamen."

After Li Wanclear spoke, Nangong Jing briefly introduced them, staring intently at Murong Qingxue.

"Miss Murong, you possess a special pure yin physique. Are you willing to join the Wanhuamen?"

"Although my master has not come out of seclusion, I can represent her and accept you as a named disciple for now."

"When my master comes out of seclusion, you can formally become her disciple."

After these words were spoken, Murong Qingxue was slightly startled, and the surroundings fell into silence.

Ziluo looked at the group with a strange gaze.

During the past two days when Xiao Chen was in seclusion, she had also noticed Murong Qingxue's extraordinary talent and had extended an invitation to her.

However, Murong Qingxue had rejected her, which was a bit regrettable.

She didn't expect that the Wanhuamen would also have their eyes on this pure yin physique.

"Thank you for your kind offer, but Qingxue has already sworn to follow Young Master Xiao, so I can only disappoint you."

Murong Qingxue shook her head without hesitation and refused.

In this life, she belonged only to Xiao Chen. Unless he explicitly drove her away, she would not leave.

"What?!"

Upon hearing Murong Qingxue's answer, both Nangong Jing and Li Wanclear couldn't help but widen their eyes, their faces showing a shocked expression.

The Wanhuamen...

It was one of the top forces within the Great Qian Dynasty, and it was a sect completely composed of women.

It had a prestigious reputation within the Great Qian Dynasty and was a cultivation sanctuary that countless women dreamed of.

They didn't expect that Murong Qingxue would reject it without even thinking about it, and that too under the condition of becoming a disciple of the sect leader.