The Masked Strength of the Sect's Trash chapter 100

Xiao Yi immediately recognized the powerful aura she was sensing.

It was definitely Nascent Soul level.

She couldn’t believe that Zhang Conglong was accompanied by a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The terrifying pressure pressed down on her like the weight of the heavens, making it hard for her to breathe. The ship beneath her feet rocked violently, as if it were a tiny boat caught in a storm.

"Clang!"

Ji Yan's sword flew out of its sheath, and instantly, the pressure vanished.

Xiao Yi looked up, seeing the sword hovering near her eldest senior brother, feeling reassured.

"My senior brother is also Nascent Soul level," she thought.

Xiao Yi was about to taunt this unknown Nascent Soul cultivator. How dare he act so arrogantly in front of her senior brother? Didn’t he know that Ji Yan could cut down Nascent Souls like vegetables?

At that moment, the disciples on the Guiyuan Pavilion’s ship bowed in unison.

"Greetings, Elder Cang."

Xiao Yi quickly swallowed her words.

Cang Zhengchu from Guiyuan Pavilion.

As a native of Qizhou, Xiao Yi knew the name well. Cang Zhengchu was a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, at the fifth level of that realm, and had been a renowned figure in Qizhou during his younger years.

This realization made her look toward Ji Yan with concern. Cang Zhengchu was a formidable opponent, four minor stages ahead of Ji Yan, who had only just reached the Nascent Soul stage. The difference between them was like heaven and earth, and even Ji Yan, as brilliant as he was, couldn’t bridge that gap.

It was no wonder that Ji Yan had drawn his sword so early, and it explained why Lu Shaoqing had retreated into the cabin immediately.

Had he known?

Suddenly, Xiao Yi heard Lu Shaoqing’s voice in her mind.

"Why are you still out there? Do you want to fight a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Without a second thought, Xiao Yi scampered into the cabin. The moment she entered, the small bird, Xiao Hong, which had been perched on Lu Shaoqing’s shoulder, returned to its familiar spot on her head. Xiao Yi grabbed Xiao Hong, scolding it.

"Xiao Hong, that’s so unfair! You should have told me to come in sooner."

She almost taunted a mid-Nascent Soul elder—it was terrifying to think about.

Xiao Hong rolled its bird eyes, as if to say, "Blame yourself for not being clever enough."

After giving Xiao Hong a stern reprimand, Xiao Yi placed the bird back on her head and looked over at the lying Lu Shaoqing.

With a hint of worry, she asked, "Second senior brother, is everything going to be okay?"

"What do you mean by that?" Lu Shaoqing shot back.

"I mean… that’s a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator. Can senior brother handle it?"

Lu Shaoqing seemed unfazed. "What’s there to be afraid of?"

"But it’s a mid-Nascent Soul level cultivator," Xiao Yi persisted, unable to hold back. "That’s stronger than even our master."

Shaocheng was a Nascent Soul cultivator at the third level, two levels below Cang Zhengchu. If he were here, even he might not be able to defeat Cang Zhengchu. Could Ji Yan really manage?

"I told you, don’t worry," Lu Shaoqing reiterated.

Xiao Yi was taken aback. Was Ji Yan stronger than she had imagined?

"Can senior brother actually win?" she asked hopefully.

Lu Shaoqing shot her a look. "You think every Nascent Soul cultivator is weak, except your senior brother? You think he can just go around chopping them down one after another?"

He sighed. "This isn’t a life-and-death duel. It’s not that easy to defeat Cang Zhengchu."

Xiao Yi felt a bit deflated. She had hoped Ji Yan could beat a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator.

Lu Shaoqing continued, "If Cang Zhengchu were only one or two minor levels higher, your senior brother would’ve already started chopping him up—he loves a challenge."

"But now, is there no other way?" Xiao Yi was anxious. She tugged at Lu Shaoqing’s sleeve. "The Guiyuan Pavilion won’t just let this slide, will they?"

Because of Zhang Conglong’s rivalry with Ji Yan, Guiyuan Pavilion was unlikely to treat Ji Yan kindly. Now that they had a powerful elder on their side, they wouldn’t pass up this chance to humiliate Ji Yan. Xiao Yi couldn’t stand the idea of her senior brother being bullied.

Lu Shaoqing sighed, giving her a light tap on the head before sitting up. "I told you, don’t worry. Didn’t you hear me?"

Xiao Yi blinked, confused by Lu Shaoqing’s confidence.

He asked her, "Where are we?"

"Mount Kui," Xiao Yi replied uncertainly. "We’re close to the sect now."

Mount Kui was less than 10,000 miles from Lingxiao City. With the ship’s speed, it wouldn’t take long to reach the sect.

"Exactly," Lu Shaoqing said. "We’re on our own turf. Are you really worried that Guiyuan Pavilion will dare to cause trouble here?"

Xiao Yi realized what he meant. This was Lingxiao Sect’s territory, and any disturbance would immediately alert the sect’s experts. The sect master himself, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, was stationed nearby. If Cang Zhengchu dared to harm Ji Yan, the sect master would arrive in no time and crush him.

Xiao Yi let out a sigh of relief, her heart finally at ease.

"That’s good," she said, patting her chest as she glanced outside. The two ships were still side by side, neither slowing down despite the confrontation.

At this pace, it wouldn’t be long before they reached the sect.

"We'll be home soon," Xiao Yi smiled.

But then, she noticed the ship’s speed beginning to decrease.

Lu Shaoqing sprang up as if he were a startled cat.

"What the hell? You’re still going to make a move?" he yelled toward the sky. "Are you out of your mind? Wait—let me get off the ship first!"

Before Xiao Yi could react, Ji Yan’s sword intent surged outside.

In an instant, the sky was filled with a tidal wave of sword energy.

On the Guiyuan Pavilion’s ship, Cang Zhengchu laughed heartily.

"Haha, bold indeed!" he said. "I won’t bully you. I’ll use my sword intent as well."

Xiao Yi immediately felt a heavy, suffocating pressure as Cang Zhengchu’s sword intent descended. It wasn’t as sharp as Ji Yan’s, but it was overwhelmingly oppressive, like trying to breathe underwater.

She quickly circulated her spiritual energy, managing to alleviate some of the suffocation.

When she glanced at Lu Shaoqing, he seemed completely unfazed, lying down again as if nothing were happening.

"What now, second senior brother?" she asked.

Lu Shaoqing sighed dramatically. "What can you do? When the sky wants to rain, and a mother wants to remarry, there’s no stopping them."

He continued with a smirk, "Do they not remember that a handsome junior brother and a troublesome junior sister are also on this ship?"

Xiao Yi protested, "I am not troublesome."

Then, more seriously, she asked, "But can senior brother really handle this battle?"

"No problem," Lu Shaoqing reassured her. "If Cang Zhengchu tried anything else, he might have the upper hand. But using sword intent? Heh..."