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Chapter 149: Yi Qinglan? Just a Daoist Who’s Never Been in Love!

The atmosphere in the secret chamber was tense.

Leng Wuyan and Yi Qinglan sat in chairs, arms crossed.

Li Ran and Lin Langyue stood obediently in front of them, looking like elementary school students caught misbehaving.

Lin Langyue whispered, “Master… Why did you come here personally?”

Yi Qinglan snorted. “What? Afraid I’ll ruin your little fun?”

“T-That’s not what I meant—” Lin Langyue shook her head hurriedly.

Yi Qinglan cut her off. “Explain. What exactly is going on here?”

Lin Langyue hesitated for a moment, then recounted everything that had happened after meeting Gan Ye.

When Yi Qinglan heard that Li Ran had saved Lin Langyue life, her expression softened slightly.

Then she asked in surprise, “Are you saying… not only did he kill a Soul Division Realm cultivator, but he also slew a Tribulation Crossing Realm corpse while being completely cut off from Daoist arts?”

Lin Langyue nodded. “Yes, I saw it with my own eyes.”

Yi Qinglan looked at Li Ran in disbelief. “But he’s only at the Nascent Soul Realm… He just has a bit more spiritual energy than normal. How could he possibly…”

It wasn’t her fault for being so shocked.

Had it not been for sheer luck, borrowing the Buddhist relic to unleash the Six-Syllable Mantra, Li Ran wouldn’t have stood a chance against the ancient corpse.

But to Yi Qinglan, this feat seemed almost exaggerated.

Leng Wuyan huffed proudly. “What’s so impossible about that? My disciple is far above any ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator!”

Yi Qinglan’s brows twitched.

There was hidden meaning in those words.

“Are you implying my disciple is ordinary?”

“Leng Wuyan, do you really think I’m afraid of you?”

Leng Wuyan folded her arms. “I didn’t say any name.”

“Besides… Heh, do you really think you can beat me?”

Li Ran and Lin Langyue stood there dumbfounded.

Two Emperor Realm cultivators… arguing like children?!

—

‘This is Yi Qinglan?’

This was Li Ran’s first time seeing her.

The person Leng Wuyan claimed to hate the most.

She wore a veil, obscuring her face, but her deep, piercing eyes seemed to see through one’s very soul.

Her white Daoist robes concealed her figure, making it hard to tell her true appearance.

But despite this, she looked quite young.

Standing next to Lin Langyue, they could even be mistaken for sisters.

Yi Qinglan noticed Li Ran’s gaze, and her eyes flashed coldly.

A terrifying pressure suddenly descended upon him.

It felt like the entire world was collapsing onto him.

The sheer force far surpassed the Daoist laws in the secret realm.

His back bent instantly under the weight!

“Yi Qinglan!”

Leng Wuyan was about to explode, but suddenly, she stopped mid-motion.

Because—

Golden light burst forth from Li Ran’s body!

Ancient golden patterns spread across his skin, and his bones cracked and groaned under the pressure.

Yet, he forced himself to stand tall!

His eyes flickered with a dark red glow, and he stared coldly at Yi Qinglan.

“…So this is how the Central Heaven Sect treats its benefactors?”

“Benefactor?”

Yi Qinglan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Blood energy swirled around Li Ran’s body as he took slow, but firm steps forward.

“I saved over a dozen Central Heaven Sect disciples from the beast tide!”

“If I had arrived even a moment later, Lin Langyue would have been dead!”

“I don’t seek to use this as leverage… but—”

He stopped right in front of her, looking down at her from above.

“Is this… how Central Heaven Sect repays its benefactors?”

Yi Qinglan’s eyes trembled slightly.

Then, her expression darkened.

“What do you have to say about what I just witnessed?”

Seeing her beloved disciple kneeling on a bed, her clothes disheveled, giving a man a massage—her heart nearly stopped!

If Leng Wuyan hadn’t been standing beside her, she didn’t even know what she might have done.

“Explain?”

Li Ran sneered. “You’re not my master. Why should I explain anything to you?”

Yi Qinglan’s eyes turned cold. “Do you truly believe I won’t kill you?”

“Master!”

Lin Langyue exclaimed in alarm, trying to step forward, but found she couldn’t move at all.

Li Ran simply nodded. “That’s right. You won’t dare.”

Leng Wuyan’s voice was ice-cold. “Yi Qinglan, if you say such words again, I’ll fight you to the death right here, right now.”

Yi Qinglan was furious beyond words.

It was bad enough for her to be bullied by Leng Wuyan, but now even her disciple was being bullied by Leng Wuyan’s disciple?!

“I admit you’ve done a great favor for the Central Heaven Sect, but do you realize you’re ruining Langyue’s Dao Heart?” she said with displeasure.

Li Ran shook his head. “If it’s so fragile that it can be destroyed this easily, then what’s the point of having it at all?”

“What did you just say?” Yi Qinglan’s brows furrowed.

“Cultivation is a battle against the heavens themselves. Every step forward is paved with bones! If one’s Dao Heart needs to be coddled like a fragile object, then how can they survive in this world of endless competition?”

Li Ran’s voice rang out with confidence.

“A flower in a greenhouse has no right to tread the immortal path! Only a tree that grows in the midst of thunder and storm is worthy of achieving eternal greatness! You’re an Emperor Realm powerhouse, and yet, I have to be the one teaching you this lesson?”

With Leng Wuyan backing him up, Li Ran was completely fearless.

And it was the perfect chance to vent some frustration for both himself and his master.

However, Yi Qinglan didn’t get angry.

Instead, she spoke calmly. “You do not understand the Path of Detachment. Your words are nothing more than ignorant speculation.”

Li Ran shook his head. “The ones speculating here are you guys. You talk about forgetting emotions, but how can you forget something you’ve never experienced? A bunch of Daoist cultivators who have never been in love, preaching about ‘forgetting emotions’?”

“You—!”

For the first time, Yi Qinglan’s gaze wavered.

“Sharp-tongued— Leng Wuyan, is this the kind of disciple you’ve taught?!”

Leng Wuyan nodded approvingly. “That’s right. He’s an excellent disciple. Every word he said just now—absolutely resonated with me.”

Li Ran bowed respectfully. “It’s all thanks to Master’s guidance.”

Leng Wuyan gave him a thumbs-up.

Li Ran winked playfully at her.

Yi Qinglan almost coughed up blood from sheer anger.

These two— They’re exactly the same!

“Different paths lead to different destinies! Langyue, we’re leaving!” Yi Qinglan turned and strode away.

Lin Langyue hesitated, then nodded. “Yes, Master.”

She turned back to Li Ran, her gaze filled with reluctance, but she didn’t say anything.

Li Ran called after them, “Daoist Yi, aren’t you forgetting to thank me?”

Yi Qinglan ignored him completely.

Lin Langyue turned her head slightly. “—Thank you.”

“You are not allowed to thank him!”

“….”

With a wave of Yi Qinglan’s sleeve, the two of them vanished into thin air.

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The secret chamber fell silent.

Li Ran shook his head. “That Daoist Yi… So rude! Is that how you treat a benefactor?”

At that moment, he noticed Leng Wuyan’s strange expression.

Sensing danger, he quickly moved closer, flashing a flattering smile.

“Master, how did I do just now?”

Leng Wuyan nodded approvingly. “Not bad. You nearly made Yi Qinglan explode with anger.”

“Hehe, as long as Master is satisfied, this is all part of my duty!” Li Ran grinned.

“…So.”

Leng Wuyan’s voice turned icy.

“Having Lin Langyue sit there, exposed, massaging your back—was that also part of your duty?”

Li Ran: “…”