Only the cult leader accepted my confession.-Chapter 21 - : You Dare Touch Her Body!

Bai Rourou lifted her head, her face heating up as she locked eyes with Ye Shu, who was currently holding her like some romantic hero from a cheap novel.

For a moment, her brain short-circuited.

Wait, what just happened?

One second, she was displaying her elegant swordsmanship, and the next, she was free-falling through the air like a plucked chicken—only to be caught mid-air by this trouble magnet of a junior brother.

Her first instinct? Blame him.

After all, who told this guy to interrupt her performance? It completely threw her off balance! If he hadn't spoken, she would have landed flawlessly like a celestial fairy instead of... well, this.

But before she could voice her complaints, Ye Shu gently placed her back on her feet, clearly sensing the growing crowd of nosy disciples gawking at them.

And then—

Boom! Instant gossip explosion.

"Wow! A hero saving a damsel in distress! This is straight out of a romance novel!"

"I wish I could be held like that by Master Mozi..."

"Forget it, if Master Mozi ever caught you, it'd be to throw you off a cliff."

"I don't care! It'd be an honorable way to die!"

Bai Rourou's face turned a shade of red that put fresh tomatoes to shame. If this situation kept escalating, misunderstandings would spread faster than wildfire!

And misunderstandings, in Tiansha Palace, could lead to severe consequences.

But before she could shut down the peanut gallery, an enraged voice cut through the murmuring crowd—

"Where did you come from, you thieving scoundrel?! How dare you lay your filthy hands on Rourou?!"

The crowd turned, and so did Ye Shu, squinting at the furious young man who had been watching in silence, his face dark with uncontrollable jealousy.

Ye Shu blinked.

Who is this guy again?

Judging from his expression, he clearly wanted to kill someone. More specifically, him.

Bai Rourou let out an exasperated sigh and spoke up before Ye Shu could respond.

"Qing Yunzi, do you even know who you're talking to?"

Qing Yunzi?

Ye Shu snapped his fingers in realization.

Oh, right! That guy.

Now he remembered. This overconfident sword geek was from Demon Sword Mountain, another demonic sect, currently staying in Tiansha Palace as an exchange student.

Apparently, it was a program where different sects exchanged disciples to promote "cultural understanding" and "mutual learning."

Or, as Ye Shu liked to call it—a glorified hostage trade.

Qing Yunzi was talented, no doubt about that. A twenty-year-old genius who had already reached the Golden Core Stage, trained in swordsmanship, and had a mile-long list of achievements.

But what mattered right now was why he looked ready to explode.

"Of course, I know who he is!" Qing Yunzi spat, his eyes blazing. "He's the so-called Demon Son of your sect!"

The crowd flinched. Did this guy have a death wish?

"You dare speak to Master Mozi like that?" one disciple sneered.

"Do you not understand respect?" another added.

Someone else in the crowd shouted, "According to sect rules, a mere quasi-demon like you should bow when meeting Master Mozi!"

Quasi-demon. The rank below true demons like Ye Shu. Essentially, a benchwarmer in the demon hierarchy.

At this, Qing Yunzi's face twisted with rage. "Me? Bow to him?! You must be joking!"

Then, his fury zeroed in on Ye Shu again.

"You ruined everything! If you hadn't shown up, Rourou would have fallen into my arms, not yours!"

Ye Shu stared at him.

Then turned to Bai Rourou.

Then back at Qing Yunzi.

Then sighed.

Oh.

So this was that kind of situation.

He gave Bai Rourou a knowing look.

Bai Rourou's face burned even brighter. "Don't look at me like that! I had nothing to do with this!"

"Right, right." Ye Shu smirked. "Of course."

Qing Yunzi, meanwhile, looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel.

"You think this is funny?" he snarled.

Ye Shu tilted his head. "A little bit, yeah."

At that moment, the crowd erupted—

"Qing Yunzi, this isn't your sect. Who do you think you are?"

"Trying to steal Senior Sister Bai? Shameless!"

"If you don't bow to Master Mozi, you should just pack up and go back to Demon Sword Mountain!"

Qing Yunzi's jaw clenched.

"Unbelievable," he scoffed. "Is this how Tiansha Palace treats guests?"

Ye Shu yawned. "Oh, don't play the victim. You started this by yelling like a scorned lover."

Qing Yunzi's hands twitched toward his sword. "And what if I did?"

Ye Shu raised an eyebrow. "What? You gonna challenge me to a duel over this?"

The crowd collectively inhaled.

Qing Yunzi grinned. "I would. After all, I didn't come here just for sightseeing. I came here to prove that no one in Tiansha Palace can defeat me."

Someone coughed awkwardly.

Well. He wasn't entirely wrong.

Since his arrival, Qing Yunzi had challenged over thirty disciples—Foundation Establishment, even Golden Core—and won every single match.

If he kept this up, the young generation of Tiansha Palace would look like a bunch of punching bags in comparison.

Even Bai Rourou sighed.

"If this continues..." she muttered, glancing at Ye Shu.

But before she could finish, Ye Shu stretched lazily and took a step forward.

The air changed.

A calm, undisturbed presence settled over the scene as Ye Shu stood in the center, completely unbothered by the tension in the air.

Under the sunlight, his silhouette almost seemed to glow.

Then he spoke.

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"It's a little interesting," he said.

"But not much."