Making an example of someone! Yingyue appears!

She realized that no one was paying attention to her anymore.

Shen Xuan, lying on the ground, slowly opened his eyes a crack.

He glanced down at his filthy undergarments and his disheveled appearance.

His lips trembled with anger.

"Strip me of my robes... This is insubordination..."

He glared angrily in Lu Yun's direction, his voice barely audible, "Lu Yun, you're doing just fine!"

He didn't care about his image anymore.

He simply made his clothes even more disheveled, making himself look even more pathetic.

Then he got up and ran straight into the hall.

In the center of the hall, three men and two women sat cross-legged.

It looks the most prestigious.

One of the young men, holding a teacup, spoke.

"The Immortal Hall has a hundred branches and a hundred thousand spirit servants. It is an important part of the Hundred Refinements Immortal Academy. Brother Wang Yue, don't be upset. You are doing your job for the family no matter where you are."

"Brother Hou, I am not unhappy. My family has made arrangements for me, so I will go."

The group spoke casually and relaxedly.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out inside the hall.

Wang Yue frowned and looked up.

A person wearing an undershirt with several large footprints on their body was seen squeezing towards them.

"Senior Brother Wang, I need to see Senior Brother Wang!"

"Let him come over."

Wang Yue recognized the person who came.

He is a disciple of a small family in Zixin City, and his sister has ties to a branch of the Wang family.

"How did you get into such a mess?"

As the others approached, Wang Yue lightly covered his mouth and nose, speaking in a neutral tone.

"Senior Brother Wang, you have to help me—"

Shen Xuan embellished the story and recounted what had just happened.

In his words, Lu Yun became a traitorous slave.

"My sister is on good terms with Senior Brother Wang Chengzhi, and she said she could ask you for advice if she needs anything..."

"No need to say anything more." Wang Yue slammed his hand on the table.

This strips away not only the robes of the monks, but also the face of powerful and influential families.

Even without Shen Xuan's sister's connection, Wang Yue would still have to step up.

A loud shout rang out: "Insubordination! How dare a rogue cultivator insult the scions of noble families! How dare you!"

He was about to make an example of someone when he stood up and his gaze swept across the hall.

"Let's go, we'll stand up for you."

He looked at the other three, "Brother Hou, would you like to come and have some fun?"

"Brother Wang, if you're interested, then go ahead. We won't go."

Wang Yue didn't waste any words.

He rose and led dozens of scions of prominent families out of the palace.

A group of people were acting aggressively.

The large-scale departure of aristocratic scions dressed in ceremonial robes caused an uproar on the deck.

The disciples looked on curiously, but dared not approach, and made way for them.

Finally, the crowd stopped at the edge of the Dharma boat.

"You're Lu Yun?"

Wang Yue stood proudly in front, his gaze lingering on Lu Yun's face for a moment before shifting away.

They didn't take it seriously.

He looked around and immediately launched a sweeping attack on the entire map.

"You rogue cultivator dare to strip a member of my great clan of his robes? Who gave you the audacity?"

Upon hearing this, the onlookers all lowered their heads.

I dare not speak.

No one knew the power of these aristocratic families better than they did.

Anyone wishing to cultivate within the vast expanse of the Azure Mist Domain must rely on them.

They monopolized spiritual veins, cultivation chambers, elixirs, mineral veins, and spiritual fields...

Wang Yue was very satisfied with the reactions of those around him.

His gaze fell back on Lu Yun, and he said, word by word, "Return the robes, compensate Shen Xuan for his losses, and kneel down to beg for forgiveness."

"Only in this way can your sins be forgiven."

Faced with the menacing accusations from a group of people, Lu Yun's back straightened into a taut line.

He sensed the deep malice of the immortal path.

He was initially betrothed to an eighth-rank official, but the engagement was called off.

Now it has become an object for powerful families to assert their authority.

"This trashy immortal path can't stay any longer."

He thought to himself, "I will turn to the holy path as soon as I land."

He could endure the humiliation of annulment, but he could not bear the humiliation of kneeling and begging for mercy.

The opponent was only at the third level of weapon refining.

He stepped forward, his voice neither humble nor arrogant:

"I have a bet with Shen Xuan. Whoever loses has to pay out ten spirit stones."

"The robes are my spoils of war."

"What crime have you committed?"

Third floor.

Yingyue became interested when she saw this scene.

She rested her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed on Lu Yun's straight back.

Her husband doesn't have to be strong; he can even be an ordinary person.

But one must have the unyielding spirit to never bow to power.

"A bet?"

Wang Yue frowned, turned his head to ask the people behind him, "Have you ever heard of any kind of bet?"

"have no idea."

"Never heard of it."

He first asked the people behind him, then turned to the onlookers, "What about you? Did anyone hear that?"

The onlookers retreated one after another.

Under the intense gaze of Wang Yue and the family members behind him, they all remained silent.

No one dared to utter a sound.

Wang Yue withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

Not quite satisfied, he looked at the people around Lu Yun.

"And you?"

The people of Purple Heart City had never seen such power before.

They scattered like birds and beasts.

Ye Xiu's face turned ashen; the Feng family members had already slipped away.

Feng Yuxi followed behind Wang Yue, looking down at the deck, pretending not to exist.

Ye Xiu gritted his teeth, leaned close to Lu Yun's ear, and whispered:

"As a brother, I can support you."

He paused for a moment, then added, "But I also represent the Ye family."

"sorry."

After he finished speaking, he retreated heavily to the side.

He gripped the fan handle so tightly it creaked, and his knuckles turned white.

In the end, only Qin Yue and Shen He stood on either side of Lu Yun.

Faced with this situation, Qin Yue's legs trembled and his face turned pale.

But he remained defiant, feeling that the other party was bullying him too much.

Looking at the reactions of those around him, Lu Yun felt a chill run down his spine.

Even living in a peaceful era, they underestimated the power and influence of powerful clans.

They can call black white, and no one dares to refute it.

"Obviously, nobody has heard of the bet you made up."

Wang Yue was very satisfied with the scene he had created.

Looking down at Lu Yun from his elevated position, he said, "Your reasoning won't work here."

"Our reasoning is the only true reasoning."

Every word on the deck could be heard clearly.

The rogue cultivators lowered their heads, none of them daring to speak to Lu Yun.

Wang Yue was very satisfied.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

Let these independent cultivators understand that the dignity of aristocratic families is not to be offended.

This applies both within the city and once one enters the Immortal Hall!

At this point, he had already achieved 80% of his goal.

However, that's not enough.

"What you say is useless, but I'm willing to give you a chance to reason with me."

As Wang Yue spoke, he stretched out his arm and took off his robe.

The person next to him immediately cleared a space: "Shen Xuan is my man, and I'm going to stand up for him."

He beckoned to Lu Yun.

"Come on, let's have a fight."

"If you win, we'll let bygones be bygones."

"We lost—"

He paused, then his smile deepened.

"From now on, whenever you see Shen Xuan, you should kneel down obediently and be a good dog."

It was extremely quiet on the deck.

Everyone looked at Lu Yun, some with sympathy, others with schadenfreude.

Most people are numb.

It was as if I were watching something destined to happen.

The scions of prominent families burst into laughter.

"With Senior Brother Wang taking action personally, this rogue cultivator is finished."

"It's his honor!"

Lu Yun looked at Wang Yue expressionlessly.

The anger in my heart had been aroused to its peak.

I'll give you a piece of advice.

He said coldly, "Don't let today's laughter become tomorrow's shame."

Not all disciples of the Immortal Academy cultivate the true methods.

A scion of a noble family who has entered the Immortal Hall probably doesn't have any real magic.

But whether he had practiced combat techniques, he didn't know.

He wasn't 100% sure of victory, but he was willing to give it a try.

When Wang Yue saw that he actually dared to agree, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He then laughed: "Hahaha—"

"Your strength is enough to just talk the talk."

I was even more excited.

He took a serious look at Lu Yun for the first time, determined to destroy this rogue cultivator both mentally and physically.

Let all the independent cultivators see the consequences of opposing the powerful families.

"Brother Yun—"

Shen He grabbed his sleeve, her eyes reddening.

Lu Yun didn't turn around, but simply patted the back of her hand.

Take the package off and let Shen He hold it.

The two men faced off in the open space in the center of the deck.

The atmosphere was tense and on edge.

At that very moment—

A powerful pressure swept down from the sky.

It didn't come from the second floor, it came from the third floor.

Everyone looked up.

On the third floor of the Dharma Boat, the door that had always been tightly closed suddenly opened.

A woman with an ethereal and otherworldly air walked out.

She was ethereal and otherworldly, with a sword at her waist, long hair like a waterfall, and eyes like cold stars.

She stood on high ground, looking down at the deck.

Wherever his gaze fell, the scions of noble families all bowed their heads, and none dared to meet his eyes.

"How did we disturb Fairy Yingyue...?"

Someone murmured.

The young noblemen on the deck, unaware of what was going on, lowered their breathing.

"Apologize."

Yingyue spoke, her words clearly reaching everyone's ears.

This is not a discussion.

It is an order.

Wang Yue and the others instantly felt immense pressure; clearly, the words were addressed to them.

The pressure of the Foundation Establishment stage felt like a mountain pressing down on my shoulders.

Many scions of prominent families collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way.

Wang Yue gritted his teeth and persevered.

My knees are shaking.

He didn't want to lose his composure in front of these rogue cultivators.