Chapter 119: Chapter 84: Everyone Curses Jiang Lan, Everyone Hates Not Being Jiang Lan
The moment Chu Chan spoke, the discussion hall instantly fell silent.
All the disciples of the Jasper Pool Sect were stunned, hardly believing what they’d just heard. Even Ling Zhuyun was taken aback for a moment before she processed Chu Chan’s words.
’The son of the Prime Minister intends to host a tea-brewing convention and is extending a broad invitation to the younger generation?’
Ling Zhuyun had never met Jiang Lan, but she had heard many rumors about him. So, her first reaction was to wonder, ’Is this profligate heir just messing around?’
’As far as she knew, this profligate heir was arrogant, tyrannical, and stopped at nothing. Though he had experts as numerous as the clouds under his command, he himself was a good-for-nothing who couldn’t cultivate.’
’Why he couldn’t cultivate was a mystery, but one thing was certain: he and the so-called young Celestial Prides were worlds apart.’
’So what was the meaning of suddenly holding a so-called tea-brewing convention at a time like this and inviting all the young Celestial Prides to attend?’
’Could it be that he also wants to get his hands on the Purple Mist True Monarch’s inheritance?’
At this moment, quite a few disciples from the Jasper Pool Sect shared Ling Zhuyun’s thoughts, but no one dared to ask freely. They could only bury their confusion deep inside.
This was especially true for the few who had personally encountered Jiang Lan at the Drunken Immortal Residence. They were well aware of his arrogant and aggressive nature. ’What if Chu Chan were to whisper poison in his ear later on...’
"I understand."
Ling Zhuyun’s expression quickly returned to normal. She gave a slight nod and took the invitation from Chu Chan’s hand.
’Since it’s a broad invitation to all the young Celestial Prides in Anyang City, I’m surely not the only one who received it. I don’t need to worry about Jiang Lan trying any tricks.’
’If he had only invited me, I wouldn’t go, no matter what.’
’Even though I am the Quasi-Saintess of the Jasper Pool Sect, judging by Jiang Lan’s past behavior, he probably wouldn’t care about my status.’
"I heard about what happened to you after I arrived in Anyang City. Bullying fellow disciples is something the Sect cannot tolerate, to say nothing of allowing an outsider to fan the flames from the sidelines. That’s an even greater violation of the Sect’s rules..."
After taking the invitation, Ling Zhuyun didn’t look at it right away. Instead, she turned her gaze to Chu Chan.
Hearing this, the faces of Chen Ning and the other disciples changed. They thought Ling Zhuyun was going to back Chu Chan and demand justice on her behalf.
The Quasi-Saintess had always been known for such a temperament—she despised evil and would not tolerate the slightest infraction.
But upon hearing this, Chu Chan just smiled nonchalantly, then gave a graceful bow.
"Thank you, Saintess."
"What happened that day at the Drunken Immortal Residence was just a misunderstanding, and it has since been resolved."
"There’s no need for you to make things difficult for my fellow sisters, Saintess. They were forced into it, and I have never blamed or resented them."
"Purple Mist True Monarch’s estate is about to be revealed, and I don’t wish to trouble you with such a trivial matter, Saintess. After all, the inheritance is far more important, and we must not be distracted..."
"Besides, friction and grievances between disciples are common. The Sect needs all hands on deck right now, so I believe it would be best for you to prioritize the bigger picture, Saintess."
Ling Zhuyun was taken aback by these words. Then, a faint smile seemed to appear on her face, hidden behind its light veil.
’I never expected Chu Chan to be so magnanimous and open-minded, not caring in the slightest.’
’It is true that we need all the help we can get right now. If I were to punish these disciples, we might really be short-handed.’
Zhao Dieyi shot Chu Chan a complicated look. ’It would be nice if she were truly as magnanimous as her words suggest.’
’Unfortunately, in my opinion, Chu Chan has other plans. She isn’t willing to let Chen Ning off so easily.’
Chen Ning’s expression was exceptionally dark. ’Of course I know what Chu Chan is planning. But can I really jump out right now and call her a hypocrite to her face?’
"Junior Sister Chu Chan, I am pleased that you can consider the Sect’s bigger picture," Ling Zhuyun said. "However, you suffered this unprovoked disaster. As your Senior Sister, it would be wrong of me not to seek some justice for you."
"I have a Magical Artifact here. It’s one I used when I was in the Illuminating Nether Realm. Its power is considerable, and it accompanied me for many years, stained with the blood of many demons and heretics."
"However, it is of no use to me now, so I will gift it to you. Consider it a small compensation from me, your Senior Sister," Ling Zhuyun said.
As she finished speaking, she raised a fair hand. A shimmering, crystalline, aquamarine Treasure Bead appeared in her palm. It was so translucent it seemed to contain a flowing, boundless ocean within.
One could faintly hear the sound of crashing tides and rolling waves from within it, and it emanated dense fluctuations of Magical Power.
Even the Jasper Pool Sect Elder stationed there showed surprise on her face, followed by unconcealable envy.
The other disciples had an even stronger reaction. After their initial shock, they all watched the scene with immense envy.
The Jade Sea Tide Birth Pearl.
This was a Magical Artifact renowned throughout the Jasper Pool Sect. It contained one hundred and eight Restrictions and could conjure vast, misty waves and endless azure billows, making its power against enemies absolute.
When Ling Zhuyun had traveled the world, this Treasure Bead had earned a fearsome reputation. Many demons and evil cultivators had died by its power, and the memory of it still struck terror into the hearts of many.
They never would have imagined that Ling Zhuyun thought so highly of Chu Chan that she would personally gift her a Magical Artifact she had once used herself. ’Is she intentionally grooming Chu Chan?’
Chen Ning’s face was as dark as a stormy sea. She clenched her fists, her heart filled with bitter resentment.
’I don’t understand what kind of dumb luck this Chu Chan has,’ she thought. ’First, the son of the Prime Minister takes a fancy to her and dotes on her, and now even the Quasi-Saintess, Ling Zhuyun, thinks so highly of her.’
