Meng Yifei quickly replied.
Yan Zhonghe received the reply, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
To put it nicely, Meng Yifei was cautious; to put it bluntly, he was timid. Yan Zhonghe had always disdained Meng Yifei's various tactics, but unexpectedly, this time, Meng Yifei had shown some courage.
Too bad.
Meng Yifei's rare display of boldness would only lead the younger generation of the Sword Sect into an abyss!
If Meng Yifei had refused, these Sword Sect disciples would at most have been ridiculed.
But he agreed.
Then he couldn't be blamed for letting those pitiful Sword Sect disciples witness what a true genius was!
Yan Zhonghe immediately summoned his three disciples.
His eldest disciple: Ren Gu.
His second disciple: Wu Lingchuan.
His third disciple: Cong Xin.
When the three disciples arrived, Ye Zhaozhao, for some reason, also followed.
As soon as Yan Zhonghe saw his lost-and-found daughter, a doting expression involuntarily appeared in his eyes.
Back then.
He and the rogue cultivator Fang Ling were deeply in love and promised to spend their lives together. Unfortunately, Fang Ling's aptitude was too poor, and the sect did not approve of them becoming Dao companions. The future sect master of the Overlord Blade Sect could not have such an unpresentable Dao companion.
Yan Zhonghe could only temporarily separate from her.
He never expected that at that time, Fang Ling already had a daughter.
It wasn't until recently, when Fang Ling was critically injured, that she found someone to send a token to the Overlord Blade Sect.
Upon receiving the token, Yan Zhonghe immediately set out to find Fang Qingyu. Unfortunately, Fang Qingyu had undergone some change and was no longer at the agreed-upon location. Fortunately, their father-daughter bloodline connection allowed him to find Qingyu in the vast crowd.
When he left Fang Ling, Yan Zhonghe also felt guilt, but this guilt could not compare to his position as sect master or his bright future.
So, although he felt guilty, he never regretted it.
However.
The situation was different now.
He was no longer an ordinary elder as he was back then; he was now a sect master, and he had found a secret technique for the sect, allowing the younger generation to rise rapidly. Now, he held great power within the sect.
Since that was the case.
He had every right to make up for that little regret from back then.
Fang Ling was dead, so he transformed this guilt into doting affection for Fang Qingyu.
For cultivators, the more inner demons they had, the harder it was to overcome tribulations. Being good to Fang Qingyu also helped him resolve some of his own inner demons.
"Qingyu. Why are you here?" Yan Zhonghe looked at Ye Zhaozhao, a loving smile on his face.
"Father." Ye Zhaozhao showed a sweet smile: "I just missed you."
Yan Zhonghe's face immediately broke into a very contented smile.
He was very glad that he had found Qingyu again.
This child was both thoughtful and sensible; in just a few days since her return, she had brought him so much joy.
"It's good that you came," Yan Zhonghe said. "That Lin Qingling from the Sword Sect bullied you so much. This time, I, your father, will personally seek justice for you."
Recalling Fang Qingyu's miserable state that day, a cold glint flashed in Yan Zhonghe's eyes.
How could his daughter be so easily bullied?
The Sword Sect was already a target he had to suppress.
Now, with Fang Qingyu as a reason, even if he impulsively did something, it would be excusable.
From this perspective, his daughter was truly his lucky star!
Ye Zhaozhao's eyes flickered, and she feigned concern, saying, "Father, that Lin Qingling is a powerful cultivator at the Body Integration stage, and the Sword Sect is one of the six great sects. Isn't it bad for us to provoke the Sword Sect? Qingyu is fine now, Father, please don't be angry about what happened before."
Ye Zhaozhao appeared very sensible, which made Yan Zhonghe even more pleased.
This child of his was truly so sensible that it pained him!
To reassure Ye Zhaozhao, Yan Zhonghe sneered and said disdainfully, "What kind of 'six great sects' is the Sword Sect? The sect assembly only happens once every fifty years; otherwise, my Overlord Blade Sect would have long since kicked the Sword Sect out of the ranks of the six sects! You don't have to worry, this time, it doesn't involve high-level combat, just duels between disciples! If their disciples are useless and get crushed by your senior brothers, then that's their own problem."
Yan Zhonghe looked at his three disciples.
"This time, I'm only taking the three of you to the Sword Sect. Ren Gu, you are already at the mid-stage of Soul Transformation. This time, you have only one mission: cripple Jiang Rongyi and Luo Mingyue!"
The flamboyant Ren Gu agreed without hesitation: "Master, rest assured, I will make sure they never dare to look up in front of Overlord Blade Sect disciples again!"
Yan Zhonghe showed a satisfied smile: "That's good. With your strength, I believe you can do it."
Yan Zhonghe then looked at Wu Lingchuan, his divine sense sweeping over him, and his brows furrowed slightly: "Lingchuan! What have you been doing these past few months? Why has your cultivation regressed instead of progressing?"
Wu Lingchuan's face turned slightly pale, and his expression was somewhat bewildered: "Disciple, disciple doesn't know either."
"What's wrong with you now!" Yan Zhonghe couldn't help but say angrily: "I always thought you were the most worry-free. Among the three disciples, you were the one I trusted the most! But ever since Qingyu came, you've been disappointing me more and more."
"Qingyu suffered so much outside, and she finally returned to the sect. I asked you to take care of her more, is that wrong? But you, not only did you not protect her, you even let her fall into the cold pond and suffer serious injuries! If Qingyu hadn't been blessed by heaven, her injuries hadn't fully healed, and with that incident, she might have even lost her life!"
Yan Zhonghe couldn't help but scold him.
He also didn't understand.
What was wrong with his usually most thoughtful second disciple recently!
Wu Lingchuan's face turned pale, and he was about to defend himself.
Ye Zhaozhao had already said softly, "Father, please don't blame Second Senior Brother. My falling into the cold pond was really just a misunderstanding. I slipped and accidentally fell in."
"You're still speaking up for him." Yan Zhonghe looked helpless: "Your Third Senior Brother saw with his own eyes that he pushed you in!"
"No, no," Ye Zhaozhao quickly said, "I begged Second Senior Brother to teach me a set of boxing techniques, and I didn't stand firm myself, which is why I fell in. Father, please, don't blame Second Senior Brother. He was originally your most beloved disciple, but after I came, Father, you gave more than half of your affection to me, and Second Senior Brother must feel bad."
"That's still no reason for him to harm you!" Yan Zhonghe looked coldly at Wu Lingchuan: "Look! Qingyu is still covering for you even now, and what about you? What kind of things have you been doing?"
Wu Lingchuan fell completely silent.
What Fang Qingyu said...
It was all true.
At that time, she had indeed suddenly asked him to demonstrate a set of boxing techniques, and he did so, but for some reason, he accidentally bumped into Fang Qingyu, causing her to fall into the cold pond.
But...
Why did Fang Qingyu's description sound so strange?