The Ancestor of our Sect Isn't Acting like…

Okay, it looks like I have to be the villain.

Xue Qilin shot Gong Tianyang a glance. Nevertheless, she still played the role of the villain. While tossing the dagger into the air, she pretended that her hand slipped.

“Ah! My hand slipped.”

Along with Xue Qilin’s stiff voice, the dagger drew a beautiful curve in the air, and then coincidentally inserted in the ground between the scholar’s legs, right in front of his crown jewels.

The scholar was stunned at first. Then, he realized that he almost lost his crown jewels and moved back on his buttocks with all his might until his back hit the wall.

“Can you answer my question now?”

Gong Tianyang still has a smile on his face.

The scholar nodded vigorously and replied in a trembling voice, “It, it, it was the Second Prince!”

At last, he disclosed the information.

Then, as if the the coldest chill, the name that escaped from between his lips froze everyone present.

The Second Prince? The Emperor’s son? Xue Qilin doubted whether she heard it right.

She didn’t expect the backstage manipulator to be a prince, for there to be such a deep connection with the imperial family.

— shoot.

This is Xue Qilin’s only thought.

In fact, Gong Tianyang has also lost his usual calm. When he heard the words “Second Prince”, the smile on his face collapsed, turned into ashes, and dissipated into nothingness at once.

After a long silence, Gong Tianyang uttered with a dignified expression, “Older Sister Xue, go back first. I have to take this person away.”

“Wait a minute.” Xue Qilin frowned and asked, displeased, “Now that we reached this point, you want to exclude me?”

Upon hearing Xue Qilin’s question, Gong Tianyang fell silent for a moment.

“Older Sister Xue.”

Gong Tianyang called softly, then turned his head and faced Xue Qilin’s bright yellow eyes. His eyes are surprisingly abstruse, revealing a wisdom and radiance that are inconsistent with his age.

“There are some things you can know and others that you cannot. There as as many lines as there are stars it this world that should not be crossed. As long as you do not try to cross them, you can barely save your life. But once you cross them, only death will await you. For most people, there is a line that must not be crossed. That line is called –”

Gong Tianyang heavily emphasized the following term.

“– Imperial Selection.”

As if a giant stone, this term fell into the lake called thoughts and set off huge waves. For a moment, Xue Qilin lost the ability to think, unable to put her shattered thoughts back together.

… imperial selection? What does it have to do with the imperial selection?

Shadow, due to someone’s instruction, suddenly abducted Gong Tianqing. It turns out that someone is the Second Prince. Furthermore, it’s actually related with the imperial selection. Xue Qilin has a headache.

Since ancient times, the imperial selection has been a taboo. Those who set foot in this domain only have two outcomes… achieve success and gain benefits, or vanish in a puff of smoke.

Xue Qilin doesn’t believe that she would be the former. She fundamentally doesn’t have the ability to deal with the conspiracies that come with the imperial selection. If she is gets herself involved in the selection, she will end up in a ditch.

What bothers her the most is that when it comes to this kind of thing, a slight change will often affect everything else.

If she could, Xue Qilin would really like to answer Gong Tianyang with “so what”.

However, if she really intervenes in the imperial selection and disregards the consequences of her actions, then the Merak Temple may also be implicated because of her.

In this way, Qi Qiqi, Shui Yun’er, Xia Xue, Ye Zhen, and them will be drawn into this whirlpool and encounter all kinds of misfortunes.

As a result, Xue Qilin hesitated.

Gong Tianqing is important to her. But, the others are also important to her — no, although this way of thinking is bad, but Xue Qilin has to admit that no matter whether it is Qi Qiqi, or Shui Yun’er, they are both more important than Gong Tianqing.

If only one of two people can be saved, then you must make a choice. Otherwise, you may end up losing both.

Xue Qilin, oh Xue Qilin, you spoke beautiful words, promised to rescue Gong Tianqing at all cost, but what about the outcome — do you intend to retreat now? Xue Qilin bit her lower lip. She bit so hard that she drew blood.

“Older Sister Xue, rest assured, we will handle this. The Gong Clan has not yet fallen so low that we will stay silent while being bullied.”

Perhaps because he saw through Xue Qilin’s vexation and awkwardness, Gong Tianyang patted Xue Qilin’s palm and consoled in a soft voice. His words were mingled with firmness and sincerity.

Xue Qilin didn’t feel at ease due to this. Instead, Gong Tianyang’s consolation made her deeply realize how truly powerless she is.

As Gong Tianyang said, it is best to let the Gong Clan handle everything and for her and the Merak Temple to wait for news. The imperial selection really is not a domain that people of the Wulin like them can set foot in. In front of them, there is a boundary they cannot cross.

She is unwilling, unwilling to be obstructed by the words “imperial selection”, unwilling to stop here.

To put it bluntly, she is not strong enough.

If she were a Grandmaster, even the imperial selection would not be able to bar her way, much like when Beiming Youyu established a holy land for martial demons in this world ruled by humans.

If I were a Grandmaster

Xue Qilin suddenly wished to have matchless power, to be able to protect her loved ones from pain and sadness. She wants them to be happy and cheerful.

However, no matter how much she yearns for power, it won’t suddenly spring up at this time.

“I understand.”

In the end, she could only compromise.

Because people are not alone, they have a weaknesses and can never do what they want. She cannot only care for herself, she also has loved ones.

Xue Qilin smiled dispiritedly and jumped off the wheelchair’s armrest.

“I’ll leave it to you.”

“Older Sister Xue…”

Gong Tianyang called Xue Qilin softly. In the end, however, he didn’t say anything of meaning.

Perhaps he wanted to dispel the gloomy atmosphere a little. After a few inaudible sighs, Gong Tianyang smiled cheerfully, pointed at the scholar on the ground, and uttered, “Then, I’ll take him with me?”

“Go ahead and take him. Anyway, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Don’t say that. This is unlike the always spirited Older Sister Xue.”

Xue Qilin sighed, disheartened. She didn’t answer Gong Tianyang.

However, sighing alone cannot get rid of her inner restlessness and gloom. She urgently needs to vent. She searched the whole alley, and finally focused on the scholar’s face.

“Eat shit!”

“Ah –!”

A scream pierced through the sky.

All of a sudden, Xue Qilin violently kicked the scholar in the groin.

The sound of “eggs breaking” rose, and the scholar flew into the air. After he reached an altitude where he was above the alley’s walls, he fell heavily on the ground and frothed from the mouth

Xue Qilin shot the scholar, who fainted, a glance, snorted, and then turned around and walked towards the alley’s exit.

Gong Tianyang and the dozen plus guards, who stayed behind, revealed a horrified expression, unconsciously blocked their crotch, and follow Xue Qilin’s back with their eyes.

Gong Tianyang and the guards looked at each other. From each other’s eyes, they read a message —

Never offend women.