Chapter 79: Are You Even Disciples of the Gui Xu Sect?

Seeing the men approach with obvious hostility, Qianshuang was just about to discreetly signal Bai Feiyu to avoid any conflict when, at that moment, Yang Fan slammed his palm down on the table.

“We’re from the Gui Xu Sect, so what? Since when do our sect’s actions need to be reported to the likes of you?”

“Maybe you should take a good look at yourselves. How dare you come here looking for trouble with us?”

“So what if we insult you? We’re just tired of living, huh? What can you possibly do about it?”

Yang Fan, who had been simmering with anger all along, finally found a target for his frustration. He’d been irritated by Bai Feiyu during their journey, but since Bai Feiyu was his senior brother, Yang Fan could only swallow his resentment. Now, faced with these few fools who didn’t know their place, he could no longer restrain himself.

The men were momentarily stunned upon hearing mention of the Gui Xu Sect, a hint of wariness flickering across their faces. After all, everyone knew that being a disciple of Gui Xu Sect was no easy feat. However, as they studied the group of youths before them, they quickly recovered. Judging by their appearance, these couldn’t possibly be disciples of that great sect. After all, Gui Xu Sect’s disciples devoted themselves entirely to cultivation—how could they be out here escorting goods? These men, hailing from minor sects, had never truly encountered a major sect like the Gui Xu Sect and thus couldn’t imagine such a scenario.

“Hah! Trying to use the tiger’s skin—hoping to associate yourselves with the Gui Xu Sect?”

“Just you lot? You think you’re worthy of the Gui Xu Sect? Calling yourselves disciples, are you?”

“You little brats, don’t think we’re fooled by your tricks. You’re just trying to use the Sect’s name to scare us off. Do you really think we’re that gullible?”

Their laughter grew ever more arrogant, their manner brazen and overbearing.

Qianshuang frowned at their words. In the next instant, she snapped at them, her tone sharp as a blade:

“Who says we’re not members of the Gui Xu Sect? Listen well—we are not only disciples of the Sect, but disciples ranked on the Tian List. I myself am the daughter of the Sect Master.”

“Get out of here now, before I lose my temper. Otherwise, you’ll find yourselves in real trouble!”

Though she normally disliked causing a scene, Qianshuang’s patience had run out—after all, they had been provoked in their own quarters. Moreover, she was accustomed to being pampered since childhood; who would ever dare speak to her in such a tone?

Her declaration was met with uproarious laughter. The men rocked with mirth, treating her words as nothing more than a joke.

“You? The Sect Master’s daughter? Where did this little strumpet come from?”

“Your lies are getting bolder—now you’re the Sect Master’s daughter? You can’t even make up a good story!”

At first, the men had harbored some doubts—what if these strangers truly were Gui Xu Sect disciples? After all, it wasn’t impossible for disciples to be punished by being sent on arduous errands. But upon hearing Qianshuang’s claim, their remaining skepticism vanished. The notion that the Sect Master’s own daughter would personally escort goods was beyond belief. More likely, others would be escorting her. These children were clearly fabricating wild tales.

“Come now, good sirs, please calm your tempers. Don’t stoop to the level of children,” the innkeeper interjected with a sycophantic smile, though a glint of confusion flickered in his eyes—something no one else noticed.

“Out of my way! You dare meddle in my affairs, charging such high prices in this place? Tired of living, are you?” one of the men snapped, shoving the innkeeper aside before turning to Qianshuang with a mocking grin. “The Sect Master’s daughter? How amusing. Why not claim you’re the princess of Zhao while you’re at it?”

Seeing their rudeness, Bai Feiyu glanced at Yang Fan and waved his hand. Yang Fan understood immediately—his senior brother was shirking, leaving it to him to suppress these troublemakers. Though Yang Fan was still somewhat reluctant, knowing it was on behalf of Qianshuang, he pinched his nose and prepared to act.

“Leave—now!” Yang Fan’s voice boomed, a powerful aura erupting from him. In an instant, the cultivation of a Lock Realm master radiated through the room.

The troublemakers’ expressions changed dramatically. Some, unable to withstand the pressure, staggered several steps backward.

“Lock Realm?” they cried in unison.

They knew all too well what the presence of a Lock Realm cultivator meant. They themselves were only at the Hao Qi Realm, most of them having just broken through. They had no qualification whatsoever to challenge someone at the Lock Realm.

Panic drained the color from their faces as the truth dawned—they had picked a fight with people they could not afford to offend. These young ones must truly be from the Gui Xu Sect. Even if the girl was not the Sect Master’s daughter, it hardly mattered; this time, they had kicked an iron plate.

“We’re sorry—please forgive us, young masters!”

“We were blind, truly. Please, let us go...”

“Have mercy, I beg you! Great men do not hold grudges against the small...”

All at once, the group fell to their knees, kowtowing and pleading for forgiveness.

It was terrifying—who would have thought that provoking a few kids would mean offending disciples of the Gui Xu Sect, and one of them even a Lock Realm expert.

“Get out. Today, we don’t want to see you again,” Bai Feiyu said coldly.

He ordered them out of the inn, understanding that, now their identities were revealed and the men had offended them, these troublemakers would never dare set foot here again. Even without his command, they would be too ashamed to stay, and would fear retribution.

“Yes, yes, we’ll leave immediately!” The men bowed repeatedly, hastily gathering their belongings before fleeing the inn.

After all, when you’ve stirred up such dangerous people, even braving the wind and rain outside was better than risking your life.

“Remarkable, young masters. I never would have guessed you were prodigies from such a great sect!” The innkeeper hurried over, beaming. “Tonight’s meal is on the house—allow me to treat you as a gesture of friendship.”

His manner was obsequious, eager to curry favor with Bai Feiyu and his companions. Bai Feiyu merely chuckled and replied,

“No need, we’ll pay as usual. We came prepared for the journey.”

“Disciples of a great sect shouldn’t take advantage of others, especially since we disturbed your business tonight.”

Bai Feiyu knew that people like this innkeeper would never cross paths with them again. Even if they owed him a favor, what difference would it make? Worse, if trouble came to the inn, the owner might immediately seek them out. With their kind hearts, Yang Fan and Qianshuang would feel compelled to repay the debt, unable to refuse.

But helping would cost them time and effort—altogether, not a worthwhile exchange.