Chapter 59: The Young Master Is Angry Again

Compared to Ji Yin’s talisman, Chu Yu’s looked as though it were nothing more than a pitiful fart—there was simply no comparison. Yet Chu Yu had acted so brashly confident before, as if his talisman was invincible in all the world. And in the end, didn’t he fail spectacularly?

Ji Yin was a member of the Ji family; she could never be mediocre. Even if her soul power was weak, she would naturally possess other talents—these were gifts ordinary people could only envy. The legend of the Ji family did not end with the seventh young master.

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Xuan Yuanji turned slowly and departed in silence. Wu Yan followed behind, unable to hold back his question, “Young master, why do you keep helping the seventh young master?”

That talisman the seventh young master drew was so ugly—even a three-year-old could do better. How could it have summoned lightning, and on a clear day, no less? It had to have been the young master who intervened!

“Do you know why you’re called Wu Yan?” Xuan Yuanji asked.

“I don’t,” replied Wu Yan.

“It means you should keep your mouth shut.” Xuan Yuanji stopped in his tracks, turning to look at Wu Yan.

Wu Yan was momentarily stunned. The young master was angry again! Why did he seem so irritable lately? Was Wu Yan not doing his duties well enough?

“Go catch a wild pheasant,” Xuan Yuanji instructed quietly, then continued walking forward.

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“Young master, you don’t even eat pheasant. Why should I catch one?” Wu Yan lifted his head, catching the look in Xuan Yuanji’s eyes. “Please don’t be angry, I’ll go right away!”

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Ji Yun hurried to Tianyuan Sect, accompanied by Ji Shaofeng. Ji Yin was also summoned to the Hall of Heaven’s Origin by Ji Shaowen.

At this moment, Ji Yun and Ji Shaofeng were inspecting the conditions of Chu Yu and the other disciples who had been struck by lightning.

“Seventh brother, can you not stay out of trouble? Why are you always at odds with Chu Yu?” Ji Shaowen, acting like a little adult, began lecturing Ji Yin.

“You weren’t there today. It was Chu Yu who provoked me first! If you don’t believe me, anyone else who was there can bear witness,” Ji Yin replied indifferently.

Chu Yu had broken through the third tier and had soul power to protect him; at worst, being struck by lightning wouldn’t cause serious harm. The others who had been affected would just need to rest for a few days. At most, they’d bear a few more burns, and in the worst case, they’d only need a new hairstyle.

As these thoughts crossed Ji Yin’s mind, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside. The imposing stride could belong to no one but Ji Yun.

Ji Yun strode toward the main seat, sitting down with a face full of fury. Ji Shaowen quickly stepped forward to offer water. “Father, have some tea.”

“Do you have any idea what trouble you’ve caused?” Ji Yun glared at Ji Yin, slamming his palm on the table beside him. Cracks instantly spread across its surface, making it wobble precariously.

“What trouble did I cause?” Ji Yin asked.

“There is no fighting allowed within the Tianyuan Sect, and injuring others is even more forbidden. Do you see how many people you hurt today?” Ji Yun demanded.

“Father, it was Chu Yu who provoked her first. His lightning talisman just failed to harm our little seventh,” Ji Shaowen immediately defended Ji Yin.

“Enough! Silence!” Ji Yun shouted.

Ji Shaowen, who was most afraid of their father, stood aside and dared not say another word.

“The Emperor already knows about this matter. That old fox, Chu Shenghong, has been kneeling in the imperial study ever since—he still hasn’t gotten up! How do you expect me to punish you now? Tell me yourself!”

“Why should I be punished?” Ji Yin retorted.

“You—!” Ji Yun stood up, raising his hand as if to strike Ji Yin.

Ji Yin lifted her chin, her expression proud and unyielding. Ji Yun gazed at this stubborn little face and, in the end, could not bring himself to do it.

If she were a son, he’d have given her a sound beating by now.

Ji Yun sat back in his chair and took a sip of tea.

Ji Shaofeng stepped forward, gently pulling Ji Yin aside. “Tell your big brother—where did you learn to draw that talisman?”