"Elder Sister, I don't know what wicked schemes those few are hatching, but you must be careful!"
Though Xiaolian was young, her mind was sharp. Noticing the shifting expressions on Young Master Baihe, Zhuo Feng, and Ye Rou, she immediately sensed something was amiss.
"I know."
Chen Yue glanced at Baihe and the others, speaking indifferently, "They are likely conspiring to join forces against me."
She could sense that Baihe and the others were communicating via Divine Sense. While she might not know the exact content of their secret messages, she could more or less guess.
Beside her, upon hearing that the three—Baihe and the others—planned to team up against Chen Yue, Xiaolian was instantly terrified, her heart thrown into turmoil. "Then what should we do?"
"It's of no consequence."
Chen Yue showed no trace of fear or dread, not even a hint of apprehension or worry. She appeared supremely confident.
Compared to her, Xiaolian seemed very afraid and anxious. Even though Chen Yue said it was of no consequence, and Xiaolian knew her elder sister's strength was formidable, the world held no absolutes. After all, Baihe and the other two were all geniuses with Nature's Ninefold Flowing Color. One alone was incredibly powerful; three joining forces was unimaginably terrifying. Moreover, Baihe had brought along the two notorious Evil Cultivators, Da Ze and Da Qing, today.
What to do?
Xiaolian's heart felt like ants on a hot pan. Suddenly, she remembered Gu Qingfeng. Turning to look, when she saw Gu Qingfeng sitting on a stone stool, one leg crossed over the other, eating a demon fruit and sipping his Little Tipple, Xiaolian could hardly believe her eyes.
Over here, everyone was vying for the Buddhist Śarīra.
They were practically on the verge of fighting over it.
And this fellow was sitting there drinking his Little Tipple as if nothing was wrong?
"Heavens! You nouveau riche, your heart is far too big! What kind of time is this? How can you still be drinking!"
Xiaolian truly couldn't fathom what kind of person would leisurely drink at such a critical juncture.
"Idle hands are the devil's workshop," Gu Qingfeng replied with a nonchalant smile.
But his words, entering Xiaolian's ears, left her momentarily uncomprehending. She even doubted if she'd heard correctly. What did he mean, 'idle hands are the devil's workshop'?
That's a Buddhist Śarīra!
How could one be idle at a time like this?
Was this fellow out of his mind?
Without dwelling on it, and having no time to dwell, Xiaolian transmitted via Divine Sense, "Do you know or not that those guys are preparing to join forces against my elder sister? If anything happens to her, they won't let you off either!"
"Don't worry, they are no match for your elder sister."
Gu Qingfeng knew Chen Yue had never regarded these people as a threat from the start. Moreover, he could see that this woman Chen Yue was very strong; dealing with these people would be more than sufficient.
"My elder sister is certainly formidable, but after all, two fists are no match for four hands. What if something unexpected happens? You should at least come over and keep an eye out, lend a hand when the time comes!"
Seeing Gu Qingfeng remain unmoved, still sitting there drinking his Little Tipple, Xiaolian was furious.
"You! Are you scared? You're too cowardly! They don't even know you're Young Lord Chiyan, what are you afraid of? With my elder sister here, you can rest assured!"
"Little girl, didn't I tell you? They are no match for your elder sister. There's no need to worry."
Xiaolian hadn't concealed her Divine Sense transmission from Chen Yue, who had been listening to their secret exchange. Hearing this, she couldn't hold back any longer and transmitted, "How can you be so sure they are no match for me?"
Chen Yue was extremely curious.
She truly didn't fear Baihe and the others joining forces and had the confidence for it, but how did this fellow know?
And he said it with such certainty, as if he knew her hidden cards.
Was that possible?
She was disguised; he couldn't possibly know her identity.
Even if he knew her identity, he couldn't know her true strength.
Why did he speak with such conviction?
Could he see through her?
What a joke!
Utterly impossible!
Though she thought this and reason told her it was impossible, when Chen Yue met Gu Qingfeng's deep, dark eyes, for some reason, she felt utterly uncomfortable all over. Especially under his gaze, it was as if she had no secrets left!
How could this be?
She didn't understand.
Nor could she figure it out.
Noticing Gu Qingfeng's eyes brazenly sweeping over her body again, with a hint of amusement in their depths, Chen Yue flushed with anger and shame, berating him, "What are you looking at! Didn't you get enough of a look earlier?"
"Earlier?" Gu Qingfeng was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Let me ask you: when I fought with Baihe earlier, were you watching the show?"
"That's right, that happened. What of it?"
"You!" Chen Yue's expression shifted between dark and light. Just then, she noticed Baihe and the others had stopped their secret communication. Immediately after, she felt the Divine Sense of all six—Baihe and his group—lock onto her. Clearly, the six were preparing to attack together.
Chen Yue looked at the six, her voice cold. "I advise you to abandon any thoughts of joining forces."
Baihe and the others seemed surprised their plan had been seen through by Chen Yue, but whether it was seen through or not no longer mattered; they didn't care. Baihe sneered, "What? Are you afraid?"
"The ones who should be afraid are you."
"Oh?" Zhuo Feng was no longer calm and detached; he turned cold and severe. "It seems the young lady has great confidence in herself."
"Little wench, quite arrogant," Ye Rou was no longer alluring but turned icy, her eyes like those of a venomous scorpion as she sneered, "We don't believe we can't erase you by joining forces!"
"Want to kill me? Heh..." It seemed even Chen Yue had changed, no longer aloof but becoming sly. "Then you'll have to ask if our Young Master agrees or not first."
Young Master?
Hearing this, the six about to make a move—Baihe and his group—were all taken aback. They then released their Divine Sense to sweep the entire ancient pagoda but found no one else.
"Heh, little wench, do you think we're all blind? There's no one else in the ancient pagoda."
"My apologies, Miss Ye Rou, but you are indeed blind, and quite severely so." Chen Yue stared at Ye Rou, smiling. "Our Young Master is right here!"
Here?
Baihe and the six carefully scanned again but still found nothing. Just then, they saw Chen Yue quietly step beside a man in white robes, speaking softly, "Young Master, come, let me pour you some wine."
With that, she picked up the wine pot, poured a cup, and personally handed it over, smiling as she said, "Young Master, haven't you always enjoyed watching the show? Didn't get enough earlier, did you? Make sure to keep your eyes wide open later and watch carefully."
Clearly, Chen Yue was still holding a grudge over Gu Qingfeng treating her as a spectacle earlier and deliberately used this opportunity to push him into the spotlight.
This scene truly caught Gu Qingfeng by surprise. He took the wine cup Chen Yue offered, shook his head, and let out a rather speechless, helpless laugh.
And Chen Yue was smiling too, smiling very smugly, her voice brimming with amusement as she looked at Gu Qingfeng with ill-intent. "Young Master, I keep forgetting to tell you: actually, I also enjoy watching the show."