As for Sun Yanran, that woman who had once been so glorious and unrivaled, she was currently imprisoned in the Hall of Reflection.
It was said that because of her rage, after entering the Hall of Reflection, she cursed all three elders of the Hall of Reflection one by one, giving them a thorough tongue-lashing.
That cursing ability…
was simply three parts fiercer than a shrew from the marketplace!!
The three elders were all old monsters who had lived for thousands of years, figures who had weathered countless storms, yet they had never been insulted like this!
Having never suffered such stifling anger, their faces turned green!
As a result…
The punishment for Sun Yanran could well be imagined—it was escalated layer by layer, rolling up faster than a snowball.
By the time Sun Yanran had been tormented until she was haggard and barely alive, wishing for death…
and then heard the news that her eight “precious darlings” of husbands had all been “dealt with” by her master, she was so heartbroken on the spot that she cried herself unconscious.
That scene truly left the many disciples sighing endlessly!!
Whether it was love or hate, true or false, or whether she was putting on a tragic act—hoping to soften Murong Mo’s heart and have him take her back—was impossible to know.
Meanwhile, on Lin Qianqian’s side, she walked with light steps, her figure graceful, her sleeves fluttering, like a celestial maiden from the Nine Heavens descending to the mortal realm, heading all the way toward the Main Peak.
Her peerlessly beautiful face seemed to gather all the elegance and spirit of the world!
Wherever she passed along the way, any Mystic Sword Sect disciple who caught sight of her was overwhelmed by her stunning beauty.
One after another, they stood dumbstruck, their souls entranced, as if intoxicated, forgetting the tasks in their hands…
Leaving only dazed gazes to watch this fairy-like figure drift away into the distance.
She headed straight for the main hall where the original host’s father resided. That main hall was towering and solemn, resplendent in gold and jade, ordinarily dignified and austere.
But at this moment, it seemed to shine brilliantly because of her arrival, as if it too had been tinged with a layer of splendor.
However, what surprised her was…
She searched high and low within the main hall, going around and around, up and down, inside and out, searching every corner, yet she still could not find any trace of that cheap father of hers?
Lin Qianqian’s elegant brows furrowed slightly. She slowly walked outside the hall and happened to see an inner sect disciple holding a broom, carefully sweeping the fallen leaves.
She gently called out to that disciple, her voice as crisp and pleasant as an oriole emerging from the valley:
“Junior Brother, do you know where the Sect Master—that is, my father—has gone?”
That inner sect disciple had originally been sweeping the ground with full concentration, when suddenly he heard this voice like heavenly music.
He looked up and was instantly captivated by Lin Qianqian’s breathtaking beauty. For a moment, he was stunned into a daze.
The broom in his hand also stopped, and he stood frozen like a wooden chicken!
After quite a while, he finally came back to his senses, hurriedly bowed, and stammered in reply:
“Little… Little Junior Sister, the Sect Master left the sect two years ago together with Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, and Fourth Senior Brother.
He said it was for training, and perhaps also to handle some important matters. He has not returned to this day.”
Hearing this, Lin Qianqian understood inwardly. So that was how it was!
She continued to ask:
“Then who currently manages the various affairs, big and small, within the sect?”
That inner sect disciple answered:
“Before the Sect Master departed, he instructed that all important matters within the sect be handled on his behalf by First Senior Brother Huangfu Yi.”
Lin Qianqian thought to herself:
“No wonder that Sect Master in the book, who loved his daughter as if she were his life, had no news at all when the original host was punished by that scumbag Murong Mo to kneel on Ink Cloud Peak and was frozen to death alive!”
It turned out he had long since taken the second, third, and fourth senior brothers out for training, so how could he still have time to care about this daughter!
She then asked that inner sect disciple:
“Do you know where First Senior Brother Huangfu Yi is at this moment?”
The disciple thought for a moment, then answered:
“Today is precisely the day First Senior Brother is lecturing to the disciples at Azure Cloud Peak, so at this time he should be at Azure Cloud Peak.”
Having gotten a definite answer, Lin Qianqian did not disturb that inner sect disciple any further. She gave a gentle nod, and with a flicker of her figure, she drifted away like a butterfly…
Leaving only that inner sect disciple standing alone in place, lost and wistful, staring blankly at her retreating figure, unable to calm down for a long time.
Lin Qianqian returned to her courtyard on the Main Peak, the most luxurious place to the left of the Main Peak’s main hall.
Pushing open the courtyard gate, the view suddenly opened up. Golden, resplendent Chinese-style buildings came into view, with flying eaves and upturned corners, carved beams and painted rafters, and pavilions and terraces arranged in an exquisite, well-proportioned manner.
The courtyard was filled with peach trees. It was the blooming season, and the peach blossoms on every tree were at their most vibrant, their delicate pink petals so lovely they seemed about to drip, like clouds and rosy mist…
A breeze brushed past, and the petals trembled lightly, as if in a sea of pink blossoms, a beauty too great to take in all at once.
It was clear just how deeply the original owner’s father had doted on her, to have even bestowed upon her the most precious courtyard on the Main Peak.
After closing the room door, she gently lifted the golden bed canopy and slowly sat down on the comfortable large bed carved from golden jade. She took the communication Jade Slip out of her storage ring and opened the page for her father.
It was filled with messages the original owner’s father had sent her, every line revealing care and expectation.
It was only because the original owner had been angry with him that she had not checked a single one. These messages lay quietly in the Jade Slip, waiting to be read:
“Darling daughter, I heard that you are at Ink Cloud Peak, and that bastard Murong Lin arranged for you to stay in the most worn-down courtyard and house. How could anyone live there?
How about you come back to the Main Peak to stay every day?
The Spiritual Qi on the Main Peak is much richer than at Ink Cloud Peak, and it will greatly benefit your cultivation.”