Protect Our Clan Leader

Master Xuanyao looked at Wang Luoqiu with amusement, never growing tired of her gaze, even loath to shift his eyes away.

Having reached the Purple Abode Realm less than two hundred years ago, naturally he had accepted two or three stunning disciples. Perhaps they possessed a higher cultivation base than Wang Luoqiu when they were the same age.

However, those disciples were older now and thus unfit for this event. More importantly, during their youth, they may not have possessed Luo Qiu’s relentless determination to become an emperor.

While talent is generally seen as a boon, the heart of a strong warrior is equally crucial.

“Master Changchun,” Master Xuanyao looked at Master Changchun and bragged once again, “What do you think of my disciple? Is she to your liking?”

“Judging by her outward appearance, she is indeed impressive. Her considerable cultivation base, and the ability to remain calm in the face of honor or disgrace at such a tender age is indeed remarkable,” Master Changchun objectively assessed, “If she maintains this momentum, there will be no obstacle on her path to becoming a celestial being. She may even have the qualifications to challenge the echelons of the Purple Abode Realm.”

“Hahaha~ The Purple Abode Realm seems too far away. The path of the strong begins at one’s feet; she has a long way to go,” Master Xuanyao modestly replied.

Regrettably, the sense of satisfaction in his eyes made his remarks entirely unconvincing.

“Let the two of us old folks watch the new generation make a name for themselves. Come, come, come, this is the Rare Spirit Tea, ‘Leisurely Immortal,’ produced by my Leisure Peak.”

Master Xuanyao invited him to sit as he set out chairs, tables, tea sets, and a full array of items.

In a peculiar twist, the items were all held aloft and suspended in the air by a mysterious force.

“Come, come, Master, please sit.”

With the demeanor of a usurping host, Master Xuanyao invited Master Changchun to sit down for tea.

Master Changchun, helpless as he was, noticed that Master Xuanyao had even brought out the precious spirit tea ‘Leisurely Immortal.’ He must be completely confident and ready for action.

However, the Academic Palace’s tradition is not something that could be overcome overnight.

Feeling helpless, Master Changchun had no choice but to sit down and take a sip of the “Leisurely Immortal” spirit tea.

He had rarely concerned himself with the selection of new disciples, and was unaware of the current batch’s quality.

He only hoped that some of the new disciples would stand out. Even if they lost, a few notable performances could at least uphold some dignity for Changchun Valley.

Setting aside the two high-standing Masters, the gathered disciples from Changchun Valley were abuzz with chatter.

“Who is that girl who made such a grand entrance, she does seem quite remarkable.”

“Judging by her demeanor, she is likely a Sky Pride.”

“This time Leisure Peak is coming in with a strong momentum, it seems a bad situation is on the horizon~”

“Senior Brother Jinshan, quickly think of a solution. We can’t afford to keep losing like this.”

“That’s right, Senior Brother Jinshan, our continuous losses are starting to affect everyone’s morale.”

All eyes were now on Senior Brother Jinshan.

Not too far away, Wang Shouzhe listened to the chatter and cast a long look at Senior Brother Jinshan.

No matter how, he was now a trainee disciple of Changchun Valley and he didn’t want Changchun Valley to lose too disgracefully.

Senior Brother Jinshan, positioned at the center of the crowd of disciples, had a solemn expression. He frowned and said, “Do not panic, everyone, remain calm. Who is in charge of recruiting new disciples this time around?”

“Junior Brother Yuzhe,” someone replied, “Look, Junior Brother Yuzhe and his group are returning.”

“Call Junior Brother Yuzhe over so we can find out about the new disciples,” Jinshan Senior Brother calmly instructed.

Hearing this, a disciple immediately went to summon Junior Brother Yuzhe.

However, before Junior Brother Yuzhe and the new disciples could arrive, an unusual event suddenly occurred in the sky.

All disciples from Changchun Valley and Leisure Peak gazed upward to witness the anomaly, captivated by the sight.

Unseen to all, a multitude of purple butterflies had appeared in the sky.

They fluttered about like spirits released from a secluded valley. The glimmering dust scattering from their wings interwove into a tapestry of dazzling lights in the sky.

A soft celestial music floated down from the void.

The enigmatic music flowed like a bubbling brook and sung like a nightingale, infecting everyone unknowingly, placating all minds.

From the misty illusion, a graceful figure broke free and descended from the sky.

It was an exceedingly beautiful woman.

She had the tender flesh of a young maiden, but also the tantalizing curves of a full-grown woman.

A sheer veil obscured her face, leaving her unique temperament bare for all to see.

Her aura was indescribable, pure and bright as the immaculate moonlight with a touch of playful and clever charm.

When her brows furrowed and eyes closed, she projected the dignity and might of a goddess from ancient paintings; yet, as her gaze fluttered and met others, her charm seemed different, almost capricious, her every frown and smile moving people in ways they could not predict.

She wore a light purple silk dress that hugged her figure, bringing out her enchanting curves and mystical temperament. As she swayed her waist with every step, her alluring charm was on full display.

“Lady Huandie!”

“Could it be her?”

Seeing this woman, the disciples from Changchun Valley were taken aback and began whispering in surprise.

Wang Shouzhe, having previously gathered intelligence on the Academic Palace, reacted quickly to the surrounding discussions.

It must be Lady Huandie, one of the several masters of the Academic Palace.

Lady Huandie, who presided over the Valley of Ten Thousand Butterflies, always remained a mystery and scarcely revealed her true face to others.