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Chapter 569 You used to be so unkempt, how come you're dressed so smartly and presentably now?

Bai Yue looked up and saw Ruogu walking towards her excitedly.

Upon seeing Ruogu, the young disciple in charge of registration immediately stood up, bowed respectfully, and greeted him.

"Uncle-Master Ruogu!"

His gaze then fell on Bai Yue, his eyes filled with doubt.

Upon seeing this, Ruogu immediately waved his hand to explain.

“Fanming, it’s normal that you don’t know him since you joined the sect late. This is Senior Brother Ruozhi, who was personally accepted as a closed-door disciple by the sect leader a few months ago. He has been training outside and only returned to the mountain today.”

"what?!"

Xuanming's face instantly filled with awe, and he quickly bowed deeply to Bai Yue again.

"Disciple Xuanming greets Uncle Ruozhi! I was unaware of your arrival and was quite negligent. Please forgive my rudeness, Uncle!"

But after bowing, he couldn't help but frown again, and cautiously raised his eyes to ask.

"But... since you are the sect leader's personal disciple, why do you still want to establish your own sect and create this 'Protectors of the People Alliance'? This... this seems to be somewhat inconsistent with the sect's rules."

"What? Start your own business?"

Upon hearing this, Ruogu was filled with surprise. He looked at Bai Yue suspiciously, waiting for her explanation.

“Junior Brother Ruogu, this matter is a long story with many implications, and this is not the place to discuss it in detail. Could we find a quiet place where I can talk to you about it further…”

"No need to search anymore!"

Ruogu interrupted her directly, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"It just so happens that our grandmaster has heard that our master has taken in a highly talented disciple and has been saying he wants to meet you. Why don't I lead the way and take you to pay your respects to our grandmaster? Wouldn't it be better to have everything said in front of him?"

Upon hearing the words "True Man of One Thought," Bai Yue subconsciously turned her head to look at Ling Xuzi, who had passed by in disguise beside her. But before she could speak,

Ming Jingxing, who was standing to the side, suddenly spoke up in a very casual manner.

"Oh? That old Taoist priest wants to see Dazhuang? Perfect! I haven't seen that old fellow in a long time either. I'll go with him today and see if his cultivation has improved over the years!"

These words immediately stirred up a hornet's nest!

The Zixiao Temple disciples around him changed their expressions drastically, glaring angrily at Ming Jingxing!

Master Yinian is a highly respected sect leader, yet this old man dares to address him so disrespectfully as "Old Taoist with a bull's nose" right in front of them?!

"Insolence! Who is this madman who dares to insult our master's reputation!"

Fan Ming was the first to curse.

"How dare they! They're utterly ignorant of their own limitations!"

Several more sharp shouts rang out simultaneously, and a few hot-tempered young disciples drew their swords with a clang, the gleaming tips pointing directly at Jingxing as they roared.

"You old scoundrel! Kneel down and apologize to our master immediately! Otherwise, don't blame us for being merciless and making you bleed on the spot!"

Facing his disciples who were filled with indignation, Ming Jingxing showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he curled his lips into a wicked smile, crossed his arms, and spoke with extreme arrogance.

"I've already cursed you, so what? You bunch of brats who haven't even grown their hair yet, what can you do to me?"

"you!"

The leading disciple was thoroughly enraged by his attitude, his sword-like eyebrows furrowing.

"Seeing that you are quite old, we were going to give you some face. If you are willing to apologize immediately, we will let bygones be bygones! If you continue to be stubborn, don't blame us for showing no mercy!"

So what if they remain stubbornly unrepentant?

Ming Jingxing sneered, then suddenly channeled his inner strength, his voice booming like thunder throughout the foot of the mountain, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

"Yin Nian! You old Taoist priest! Where are you?! Do you dare to come out and fight me?! Hiding inside like a coward, what kind of hero are you!"

This blatant provocation and challenge by name completely ignited the fury of all the disciples of Zixiao Temple!

"Capture this madman! Clear our master's name!"

The leading disciple shouted.

"Let him know the power of my Zixiao Temple!"

Several disciples could no longer restrain themselves and attacked Ming Jingxing from different directions with their swords drawn!

The sword flashed, the moves were fierce, and the sword wind howled across the ground, stirring up clouds of dust.

However, Ming Jingxing merely curled his lip in disdain when faced with the attack.

He didn't even bother to use his weapons, casually breaking off a wrist-thick dry branch from a nearby shrub, and his figure swayed like a ghost.

With a series of crisp "snap snap snap" sounds, the seemingly fragile withered branch in his hand became like a divine weapon, accurately striking the acupoints on the wrists of several disciples holding swords!

"Ouch!"

"My hand! It's numb!"

Several cries of pain rose and fell. The disciples felt a numbness in their wrists, and they could no longer hold their longswords, which clattered to the ground.

They clutched their numb wrists, staring at Ming Jingxing in horror. This old man's martial arts were too bizarre!

Just as the other disciples were shocked and furious, drawing their swords and preparing to rush forward, a clear and cheerful laugh suddenly came from above, instantly drowning out all the noise.

"Hahaha! Old Monster Ming! After all these years, your fiery temper and foul mouth haven't changed a bit!"

With laughter, a figure in cyan robes descended gracefully from the stone steps halfway up the mountain, as if strolling leisurely. The robes fluttered, and the figure landed lightly in front of Ming Jingxing, like an immortal descending to earth.

The newcomer had white hair and beard, but his face was as rosy as a baby's, and his eyes were clear and deep. He was none other than the most senior Immortal Yinian of Zixiao Temple!

After landing, the other party didn't say anything, but just exchanged punches and kicks with Ming Jingxing, their movements as fast as lightning.

The strong wind carried fallen leaves in a flurry, but there was no trace of the ferocity of a life-or-death struggle; instead, it revealed the tacit understanding of old friends exchanging blows.

The two exchanged blows with a dull thud, their figures blurring as they moved, leaving numerous afterimages. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged more than twenty blows.

Just as everyone was watching with bated breath, the two seemed to be of one mind, leaping backward at the same time and landing steadily, their breathing remaining as calm as ever.

Master Yinian stroked his long, snow-white beard, his eyes filled with admiring smiles.

“Old Ming, after all these years, your kung fu has not only not declined, but has become even more refined.”

Ming Jingxing dropped his nonchalant demeanor, but remained stubborn.

"Nonsense! In order to one day be able to defeat you, you old Taoist priest, I've been putting in my best effort to cultivate every single day!"

Master Yinian smiled and shook his head, then changed the subject.

"Speak, you old monster, why aren't you enjoying your life in the martial world? What brings you here to stir up trouble at the foot of my Zixiao Temple?"

His gaze swept over the other person twice, finally settling on the brand-new, crisp, moon-white long robe and the meticulously combed hair ornament adorned with a warm jade hairpin. He couldn't help but speak.

"And you used to be so unkempt, how come you're dressed so smartly and presentably now?"