After My Favorability Level Is Up to the Top

Chapter 231 - They're All Confused

Above the secret island of the Martial Emperor's Tomb, the disciples from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion stood in shock.

The other sects, regardless of their size, were all watching the unfolding events with great interest, thinking this situation was quite significant.

The news of Xia Shui's reappearance in the Martial Emperor's Tomb after a month-long disappearance would surely shake Night's Fall Sword City, Blistook Pavilion, and the Profound Yin Family, all of which had been caught in a tumultuous emotional storm. With the addition of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, the resulting upheaval could be immense.

Xia Shui had originally been just a junior who had recently come to the attention of many major powers and had just begun to rise in prominence.

Although his numerous deeds were impressive, due to his cultivation base and his identity as a sectless cultivator, he was perceived as “a junior worthy of being nurtured and recruited.”

In this Xianxia world, where strength was paramount, such superficial news held little value in the eyes of the true elite.

Another reason was the status of the woman currently entangled with “Xia Shui,” which was not particularly noteworthy.

The Profound Yin Young Lord, the first to be rumored, rarely appeared in public. Furthermore, aristocratic families seldom participated in major power struggles, focusing instead on silently developing their strength and prioritizing self-preservation. Despite their wealth and power, they were not considered equals by the top forces.

The aristocratic families' bloodlines were still targeted by others. If they acted recklessly, they would have long been reduced to slaves.

Otherwise, when the young master of the Profound Yin Family visited Night's Fall Sword City, the Sword Pavilion wouldn't have merely instructed Fang Xiang to take good care of him.

The Destiny's Song Sword Cultivator, who was later revealed, had just come out of seclusion and had a tarnished reputation. Given his previous role as the Sword Pavilion's master, most people avoided making guesses and kept the matter under wraps.

At that time, Guo Fan was in the Asura Arena with these three women in front of everyone. Although it looked thrilling, it garnered the attention of many, especially the Soul Haunt Ship, which made a big deal out of it, significantly increasing subscriptions to the Sword Singing Ranking.

However, this only shocked the younger disciples of various sects. Those with higher status or older cultivators would merely smile.

And now, with just one sentence from Xiahou Cenyi, his status had skyrocketed to an unimaginable level - Ancestor Martial Uncle of a major power in Middle Continent.

“Supreme Elder, this… I don't know who he is…”

Fei Chen spoke with difficulty, his voice trembling.

He was the elder in charge of a branch in Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. Despite having a higher status than the elder Guo Fan favored, he had no right to question Xiahou Cenyi's decision.

Or rather, he had subconsciously refuted out of shock and then faced a barrage of ruthless dark history attacks. Now, he was in a sorry state, begging for mercy.

So, he could only muster the courage to continue asking who this newly emerged Ancestor Martial Uncle really was.

Xiahou Cenyi's gaze shifted and subtly landed on Song Na, who was looking at them.

Given his Tribulation Passing Stage cultivation, Song Na's little trick of hiding her appearance was simply ineffective.

Despite her seemingly calm demeanor, her occasional glances at Guo Fan and her tightly clenched hands revealed that Yu Xu and Eldest Senior Sister were quite agitated.

The one-thousand-five-hundred-and-fifty-year-old supreme elder deliberately placed his hand on Guo Fan's shoulder with a smile and slowly said, “Him…”

His tone was drawn out, making the surrounding sect members, who were all ears, feel anxious. Who was he? What was his identity? Say it!

Even the Hall Spirit Puppet God, still struggling under the Sword Pavilion's control, was completely ignored.

The Sword Pavilion disciples, still operating the Six Rennes Sword Formation, looked at the massive puppet, then at Guo Fan, Xiahou, and the others from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, with expressions of anger and grievance.

Initially, everyone was tense and serious, preparing for a major war with the other sects to seize ownership of this puppet. They didn't expect it to turn into a large-scale gossip session…

“Roar!” The Hall Spirit Puppet God, with its damaged body, let out a roar that sounded like a cry. It had lost the eight wings of Spiritual Energy. The surrounding sword formation was disrupted for a moment, nearly freeing the puppet. Fortunately, the Sword Pavilion disciples regained focus and changed the seals in their hands, stabilizing the formation.

Despite gritting their teeth and giving their best effort, the Sword Pavilion disciples didn't spare a glance at anyone!

At this moment, they even felt a sense of grievance.

But what could they do… The leader, Yi Dong, gritted his teeth and ordered everyone to work harder. While others were distracted, he might as well capture this puppet in one swift move!

He desperately needed this achievement to return to headquarters!

The Sword Pavilion silently continued their efforts, so he didn't mention it for now.

As for the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion disciples, who should have been the most anxious, their curiosity was piqued. However, they knew this supreme elder had a knack for mischief, often playing tricks on people. Thus, they appeared relatively calm.

Finally, when Xiahou Cenyi noticed Song Na's frown, she glanced at the surrounding sect members and smiled, “He is the second and last disciple my master took in.”

The crowd erupted, and Song Na was momentarily stunned, unable to hear anything. Then, she couldn't help but frown.

It wasn't just a disciple but a junior brother.

Wasn't this even more “dangerous”?!

Song Na keenly recognized the ethical dilemmas she tried to avoid, similar to Night's Fall Sword City Lord Fang Xiang… If not for her alliance with the Profound Yin Family, she would have faced the same dilemmas as the former Sword Pavilion members.

As the supreme elder of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, Xiahou Cenyi was the grandmaster in name. Even if she didn't involve herself in pavilion affairs all year, she couldn't ignore them entirely.

However, unlike Song Na's concerns, others focused on the fact that Guo Fan's seniority had increased by another level!

Everyone initially doubted Xiahou Cenyi's disciple choice, but they didn't expect him to be the junior brother of the supreme elder!

This was equivalent to instantly elevating Guo Fan's status to Xiahou Cenyi's level!

From today onwards, there would likely be an additional Senior Elder. The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion members were already in disarray… They wanted to cry but had no tears. Why did an ancestor suddenly appear after entering the tomb?

Guo Fan's expression was strange. He thought to himself, ‘A closed-door disciple… What kind of closed-door disciple is this? A disciple who entered the bedroom with the senior sister and closed the door?'

Xiahou Cenyi moved closer with a mischievous smile and sent a voice transmission, “Call me senior sister. Otherwise, I'll shut the door and not let you in. That's what a closed-door disciple is.”

‘Damn Tribulation Passing Stage…' What's so great about mind reading?

Guo Fan said, “Senior sister.”

Xiahou Cenyi reached out to pinch his cheek with a kind expression. “Be good, junior brother.”

She looked at the three lolis behind Guo Fan, each with different expressions, and said, “It would be better if you could restrain yourself a little more.”

Guo Fan smiled sheepishly. Just as he was about to speak, Xiahou Cenyi interrupted him again, turning to everyone and saying, “This puppet, I have already promised to give it to my junior brother. Everyone must be willing to concede… I know some may not accept this, so I've asked the Sword Pavilion to pause for now. I'll let him subdue this puppet on his own strength. No one will have any objections.”

The Sword Pavilion disciples, who had already succeeded, were left dumbfounded. “???”