Taoist Master Leaves the Mountains: All My Senior Sisters Love Me-Chapter 1652 - 1651: Seeking a Master, Meeting a Little Nemesis
Upon hearing these words, Wang Ye’s eyes also showed a hint of caution, and he quickly thought of a strategy.
To demonstrate his capabilities without taking direct action, he chose a different approach.
"Actually, I am here to seek a mentor. I wonder if any of you elders are taking disciples?"
These words from Wang Ye immediately amused his audience.
After all, in their Yangzhong, everyone who came had a motive.
Yet Wang Ye’s claim felt inexplicably strange to them.
Some even assumed he was here to stir trouble.
However, these bandits, while skeptical, reckoned Wang Ye must have some backing to come alone.
So, to make things clearer, they allowed Wang Ye to speak further.
This exchange relaxed the tense atmosphere a bit.
As the conversation progressed, Wang Ye even expressed his hope to receive their guidance.
His words were persistently humble, as if unaware of their challenging tasks.
To find a mentor seemed his only concern, piquing the interest of the group.
Just as one of them was about to speak, the sky turned a silvery white.
Suddenly, a woman in a black cloak appeared out of nowhere.
"What are you all doing here? Are you waiting to greet me as I emerge?"
Lin Xuan’er descended from the heavens with an overpowering presence.
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately knelt.
Not one dared defy her, or even meet her gaze directly.
With an alluring figure, fair skin, and captivating aura, she was the epitome of a tantalizingly ripe peach, sparking endless imaginations.
"Leader, of course, we’re here to welcome your return."
"Hehe, it seems the Leader’s cultivation has improved yet again, soon our group will be even stronger."
"Congratulations, Leader, and best wishes."
The crowd showered her with flattery, except for Wang Ye, who remained silent.
When he turned his head, his eyes met Lin Xuan’er’s.
Both froze in that instant.
The surrounding laughter stopped abruptly as the gravity of the situation dawned on them.
Their expressions shifted from joyful to startled realization.
Everyone seemed to speculate silently.
They stiffly turned their heads, glancing around.
At that moment, they began to piece together that Wang Ye might know their leader.
A silent relief washed over them.
They were fortunate not to have attacked Wang Ye outright, or the consequences might have been severe.
This realization suggested the situation might still escalate.
Indeed, when Wang Ye spoke again, Lin Xuan’er took a step back.
The scene suggested one person being too overwhelming while the other appeared intimidated.
This confused the onlookers further.
Their attention focused entirely on Wang Ye, their eyes filled with meaningful curiosity.
They realized Wang Ye could release immense pressure yet went eye-to-eye with their leader.
This sparked a bold hypothesis among them.
Soon, they engaged in hushed, speculative discussions.
After their exchange, they concluded that Wang Ye and Lin Xuan’er might have a master-disciple relationship.
"Leader, it seems you know each other."
"This young one claimed to seek a mentor. We considered, and believed only you, Leader, have the prowess to take him on."
"Ah, truly seems that way."
The murmurs resumed among the crowd.
Yet, at their words, the surrounding area abruptly took on a silvery curtain-like appearance, hinting at trouble.
They initially thought sharing Wang Ye’s words would appease matters, resolving the situation.
Unexpectedly, the circumstances seemed more intricate than anticipated.
Someone recalled that Lin Xuan’er’s emergence demanded tribute from all.
To ensure smooth proceedings, someone approached Wang Ye, advising him discreetly to offer gifts.
Though the suggestion seemed forceful, Wang Ye showed no discontent.
He immediately produced some Spirit Grass and Spiritual Medicine, partly obtained from Lin Xuan’er’s Storage Ring.
As everyone rejoiced over this gesture, an unanticipated scenario unfolded.
Both parties expected some exchange, yet they merely stood, Big Eye staring at each other.
For a full ten breaths, neither moved, like petrified figures.
Then Wang Ye spoke again.
"So, it’s you, an unexpected reunion."
Wang Ye’s casual words shocked her, shifting her earlier smile to a scowl.
By this phase, a murderous intent stirred between them.
The bandits, uncertain about the unfolding drama, watched blankly.
Their glances questioned silently what had occurred.
Suddenly, the air grew cold.
Fierce winds churned about.
The crowd realized conflict was imminent, only to hear unexpected laughter.
"Hahaha, searching tirelessly and fate brings you here."
The words, playful and slightly mischievous.
Xuan’er, once scowling, waved her right hand, dispelling the silvery curtain.
She stepped closer, hands clapped on Wang Ye’s shoulders.
"You wish to become a disciple?"
"Yes!"
Hearing this, Wang Ye sized up Lin Xuan’er, realizing she was the bandit leader and his old rival.
Reflecting briefly, he wondered if this wasn’t the Void Death Realm?
Looking back, he questioned the terrain of mountains and rivers and the presence of bandits.
This confusion intensified as unexpected events unfolded.
Because her slender, fair hands began tracing over his shoulders, resembling their prior interaction.
Simply put, the large audience curtailed any excessive display.
With a subtle, meaningful glance, she withdrew her hand.
She then burst into a triumphant laugh, covering her mouth in newfound merriment.
Gone was her previous anger, now radiating joy as she walked toward the other bandits.
Wang Ye stood there, sighing quietly.
Knowing escape was futile with the odds stacked against him, he resolved to understand these new surroundings.
Having left one trap only to enter another, Wang Ye’s mood aligned with Xuan’er’s past exasperation, embodying a sense of speechlessness.
