Chapter 75: Chapter 75 Purple Sword Sect Disciples Chapter 75: Chapter 75 Purple Sword Sect Disciples Editor: Atlas Studios To the north of Yuqing Mountain, there lies another great mountain called Taihua.
On the south side of Taihua Mountain, there is a secluded valley that stretches as far as the eye can see, filled with wondrous sights and perpetual spring—it is Xuanji Valley!
On this day, just as noon was striking, two young people arrived at the entrance to Xuanji Valley.
Both were dressed as Jianghu rangers, each with a case strapped diagonally across their backs, and without much effort, they had reached the entrance of Xuanji Valley.
Gazing at the stele inscribed with “Xuanji Valley,” they could not discern who or when had written these words, when suddenly a whooshing sound came from behind.
Both turned around at the same time to see an old man and a youth, both employing their Qinggong skills to arrive nearby.
Landing swiftly, the old man looked at the young man and woman and asked:
“Are you two kids from Xuanji Valley?”
The two exchanged a glance, a mix of mirth and frustration on their faces, and then greeted the elder with clasped hands, “We have seen the older generation. We are not from Xuanji Valley, but are on our way to attend a meeting there.”
“A meeting?”
The old man paused for a moment and scrutinized them carefully before shaking his head gently, “Which Sect do you hail from? Are there no adults in your Sect? Why have they sent two children to join in the fun?”
“We come from the Xiling Purple Sword Sect.”
The two maintained a demeanor of neither humility nor arrogance, with a hint of pride evident as they mentioned their own Sect.
The old man frowned and muttered to himself, “Purple Sword Sect… What kind of Sect is that?”
He was too embarrassed to admit his ignorance when the youngster behind him couldn’t help but stick his head out and blurt out, “Purple Sword Sect? Never heard of it. Why would Master Cang Ming invite someone from an obscure little faction like yours?”
“Absurd!”
The disciples from the Purple Sword Sect were instantly outraged, staring angrily at the youth, “We have neither wronged nor have any grievance with you, so why would you insult us and our Sect?”
Before the young man could retort, the elder slapped him hard on the head.
“How dare you!”
The old man glared at the young man, who looked back at him, feeling wronged. The master, usually kind and benevolent, was not indulging his pupil now:
“Talking nonsense, aren’t you going to apologize to these two from Jianghu?”
After speaking, he didn’t wait for the young man to respond, and just clasped his own hands together, “My disciple has been spoiled since childhood and corrupted by this old fool. His words were inappropriate, please do not take offense, young heroes.”
The two from the Purple Sword Sect were still angry, but they calmed down a bit upon hearing the elder’s words.
The young man was clearly displeased, but seeing his master not support him, he reluctantly clasped his hands and said, “Brother and sister… My vision is lacking, and I spoke out of ignorance, please don’t stoop to my level.”
Hearing this, the Purple Sword Sect duo finally eased up.
The male disciple snorted and said, “Though the Purple Sword Sect may not be a renowned great Sect, it is certainly not one to be humiliated… We’ll let it go this time, but should we hear either of you utter another word disgraceful to our Master’s Sect, we will fight to the death rather than let it pass.”
The elder gave a dry chuckle, “Yes, yes, this disciple of mine, I will reprimand him severely later.”
He had initially shown off as an elder, confident in his senior age and status to command the youngsters.
But once he had insulted the other’s Sect, he knew he was in the wrong, and his tone became more cautious.
Many enmities in Jianghu start from a simple squabble; one must never disrespect friends, ancestors, elders, or one’s Sect… These are all taboos in Jianghu.
The elder was not afraid of these two young disciples from the Purple Sword Sect, but if the matter involved their Sect, it was an entirely different affair.
The older and higher the status, the less justification one has—being ignorant at his age would be laughable to the whole world.
At this point, the atmosphere between them was a bit awkward, but just then, two figures emerged from Xuanji Valley.
Upon seeing both parties, he immediately opened his mouth and said, “May I ask what brings each of you to Xuanji Valley?”
“Hahaha.”
The Old Man laughed heartily, took out an invitation from his bosom, and flung it at the feet of the two men: “Master Cang Ming has sent for us, and though my disciple and I are as carefree as clouds and wild cranes, we cannot just ignore the request.”
The two Xuanji Valley Disciples opened the invitation and immediately feigned surprise:
“So it is the Qingshan Wanderer who has arrived, our juniors have shown disrespect, please do not take offense, Wanderer.”
“It’s nothing, it’s nothing.”
The Qingshan Wanderer waved his hand.
The two from Xuanji Valley then turned their gaze to the two Purple Sword Sect Disciples.
The two hurriedly handed over their invitation.
After examining the invitations, the two from Xuanji Valley were slightly startled: “Purple Sword Sect…”
Upon raising their heads, their eyes showed a hint of confusion.
“The Xiling Purple Sword Sect.”
The two men emphasized.
“So, it’s fellow disciples from the Purple Sword Sect.”
After comparing the handwriting, the two from Xuanji Valley confirmed it was indeed Master Cang Ming’s script. Although they did not know which Sect the Purple Sword Sect was, they figured there would be no mistake, and promptly said with a laugh: “Very well, very well, please come with us inside. Wanderer might not know, Master has been waiting for you for a long time, once we enter the valley, if it’s convenient for the Wanderer, you may go and meet the Master first.”
“Hahaha.”
The Qingshan Wanderer, quite smug, glanced at the two Purple Sword Sect Disciples and his own disciple before saying: “The old Taoist is too kind, considering the world my home, it’s touching he remembers me. Very well, I shall meet him in a bit…”
He paused for a moment, glanced at the two from the Purple Sword Sect: “You two youngsters have come here alone, without any elders to back you up, how about joining me to see the old Taoist, get acquainted? Otherwise, others might not know your background and take advantage of you?”
Actually, this was an apology for his disciple’s previous indiscretions at the entrance to Xuanji Valley.
On one hand, he did not wish to create enmity without reason.
On the other hand, it was to show the demeanor and magnanimity of a senior expert.
As expected, once he spoke out, the two Purple Sword Sect Disciples were both stunned, seemingly overwhelmed.
At a loss for how to reply, the two from Xuanji Valley then spoke: “The Wanderer might not be aware, but Master’s invitation pertains to a matter of great importance…”
The Qingshan Wanderer was taken aback but then nodded: “Very well, very well, I’ll take you to see the old Taoist afterwards.”
“Thank you, Senior.”
Only then did the two Purple Sword Sect Disciples hurriedly express their thanks with clasped fists, feeling relieved.
With the guidance of the Xuanji Valley Disciples, they made their way inside; the valley was indeed full of marvelous sights, with exotic flowers and strange rocks, and buildings nestled within, seemingly chaotic but in reality, ingeniously arranged, providing a sense of ease to the mind.
The two Purple Sword Sect Disciples were settled into a room to rest, while the Xuanji Valley Disciples led the Qingshan Wanderer and his disciple away.
Once the room door was shut, the two heaved a huge sigh of relief.
“We’ve infiltrated successfully, easier than expected.”
“With Master Cang Ming’s handwritten invitation, and having seen the one previously sent to the Luoxing Sect, we could naturally mix the real with the fake and fabricate our Purple Sword Sect from thin air…”
As the two spoke, they exchanged a knowing smile, but were they really Purple Sword Sect Disciples?
They were none other than Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun.