Because Baize Dijun had coveted Feilian Shenjun’s hair for all these years, every time a new disciple arrived he would send them to ask the divine lord for his hair. Every celestial deity here had suffered for it. At this moment, seeing this demon appear shouting and hollering, who still cared about dignity? One by one they fled at top speed, only regretting they didn’t have wings growing from their ribs to fly even faster.

Xuan Yi rode the wind unhurriedly following behind, hearing Feilian Shenjun cursing viciously from the rear in the distance: “Little bastard of the Zhuyin Clan! Stop right there! Daring to trick this old man! This old man will tear you into pieces!”

When he was furious, his hair looked even more like clusters of dancing silver serpents. That appearance was extremely comical—Xuan Yi couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

Seeing her smiling with joy, Zhi Xi couldn’t help but feel even more furious: “You’re the bad luck star who brought this disaster! With him chasing and shouting so loudly, what’s there to laugh about?!”

Xuan Yi smiled as she glanced at her: “He’s chasing me. Why are the senior brothers running?”

Tai Yao shook his head: “Everyone has suffered at his hands… Let’s not speak of this first. Why did he chase after us again? What method did you actually use to obtain the hair?”

Everyone knew Feilian Shenjun had a violent temper, but this was the first time they’d seen him this crazed. They didn’t know what exactly this clever and mischievous Princess of the Zhuyin Clan had done to him.

Xuan Yi rubbed the silver hair between her fingers, extraordinarily calm: “I used the most proper method.”

She clearly used crooked and evil ways! Gu Ting scoffed disdainfully. He had always been upright and couldn’t stand her slippery tricks. When he turned back and discovered that Feilian Shenjun’s originally blackened hair had turned back to silver again, dancing wildly toward the sky, he couldn’t help but cry out: “How did you turn his hair back to its original state?!”

No wonder Feilian Shenjun was chasing from behind like a madman! She had simply played a complete fraud!

Xuan Yi giggled: “I couldn’t bear to use the Darkness of Zhuyin on him. What a waste that would be.”

Gu Ting glared at her severely: “Such behavior is truly shameful! Quickly stop and properly apologize to Feilian Shenjun!”

Xuan Yi only gave him a sweet smile and didn’t budge an inch.

Gu Ting was so angry he could only stomp his feet. Suddenly he gritted his teeth, turned around and went back, all alone to face the aggressively approaching Feilian Shenjun.

Fucang beside them suddenly spoke to Tai Yao: “Senior Brother Tai Yao, I wonder if you could lend me the sword at your waist?”

Tai Yao was somewhat hesitant, but in the end still removed his sword, saying in a low voice: “Junior Brother Fucang, Feilian Shenjun has been famous for a long time. Think twice before acting.”

Fucang didn’t speak. He gently drew the sword from its sheath, extending his finger to lightly flick the autumn-water blue sword blade once. The precious sword emitted a subtle humming sound, as if it had gained spiritual awareness.

Over there, Gu Ting had already stopped before Feilian Shenjun, hastily cupping his hands in salute, saying: “Feilian Shenjun, please calm your anger! This one apologizes to you on behalf of my inconsiderate junior sister! She is young and doesn’t understand reason. I hope Shenjun will be magnanimous and not hold it against her!”

“Get lost!” How could Feilian Shenjun hear his jabbering nonsense? In his eyes there was only that little bastard of the Zhuyin Clan. If he didn’t catch her and tear her apart, he would never be satisfied!

The annoying fly still buzzed before him. His fury attacked his heart, and the massive wind sword stabbed toward him mercilessly. Gu Ting never expected he would suddenly strike to kill. For a moment he froze in place, frightening all the disciples who cried out in alarm.

Suddenly, the surrounding area of several miles plunged into thick darkness. This darkness came so abruptly that Feilian Shenjun, who had already suffered once, involuntarily suffered again. The movement of his hand paused for an instant. In just this instant, a sharp wind sound passed by his ear. The cold air of the precious sword made all the fine hairs on his body stand on end, and the top of his head suddenly felt several degrees lighter.

The darkness came quickly and left even faster. In just the blink of an eye, brightness was restored.

Only to see Fucang pulling Gu Ting back several feet. In his hand he held a precious sword as clear as autumn waters. He gently traced a beautiful straight line, and strand after strand of endlessly twisting silver hair flew with the wind, slowly scattering.

Feilian Shenjun touched the top of his head in shock and dismay—a small half of his hair had actually been cut off by the precious sword.

Fucang pushed Gu Ting to the rear, holding the sword and coldly gazing at Feilian Shenjun, not speaking a word.

“…How dare you…” In his wild fury, Feilian Shenjun couldn’t even speak properly. A junior divine lord had actually used a sword to cut off his hair! And he had actually truly cut it off!

“Nothing more than relying on seniority to bully others.” Fucang’s tone was ice-cold. “The targets of your fighting at the slightest disagreement have always been juniors. Today I’ll give you a lesson. Take one more step forward, and in the future you can be a baldie. That would conveniently solve your troubles.”

How could Feilian Shenjun endure this? With a great roar, moon sand mixed with wind swords and wind blades came smashing toward him without rhyme or reason.

This time without Xuan Yi in the way, and with a precious sword in hand, Fucang didn’t avoid at all. He raised the long sword horizontally, drawing a circle at chest level. The radiance of the Two Principles and Eight Trigrams was like a wall of bronze and iron, completely blocking all of Feilian Shenjun’s killing moves outside. He rose on the wind, and in just the blink of an eye, suddenly descended into the sea of clouds. The precious sword swept again, and another handful of silver hair fell.

The Feilian Shenjun opposite had his hair cut twice in succession. His full head of wildly dancing silver hair looked jagged and uneven as if gnawed by a dog, appearing increasingly comical. Xuan Yi, watching the excitement from the side, couldn’t help but laugh heartily.

“It’s all because of this little bastard!”

Feilian Shenjun twisted around and pounced toward her with bared fangs and brandished claws. If he didn’t avenge this grudge, where would his dignity remain!

But Xuan Yi didn’t move at all, smiling as she watched him pounce over, saying leisurely: “You really do only pick soft persimmons to squeeze.”

Feilian Shenjun’s hand, three feet before her body, seemed to touch an invisible wall. No matter what, he couldn’t touch her. Enraged, he gave another great roar. Suddenly he heard Baize Dijun’s voice from not far ahead: “Feilian Shenjun, please calm your anger. This one’s disciples are still young and probably cannot bear Shenjun’s fury.”

The invisible barrier three feet before Xuan Yi’s body emitted a gentle yet irresistible force. Feilian Shenjun was pushed back several feet in flight, his expression uncertain as he landed in the sea of clouds.

Only then did all the disciples realize that Tai Yao had at some unknown time returned to Mingxing Hall to call out Baize Dijun. This child-like Master was only wearing one shoe, the other foot still bare. It seemed he must have been forcibly dragged out by Tai Yao. Indeed, at critical moments, the eldest senior brother was much more reliable than their master.

Clearly Baize Dijun still hadn’t grasped the situation. He looked around front, back, left and right, then caught sight of Feilian Shenjun’s dog-gnawed hair and couldn’t help but be slightly startled: “This one only asked them to borrow three strands of hair. How did you end up cutting off more than half of Shenjun’s hair?”

Xuan Yi removed the two strands of silver hair wound around her fingers. Together with the Radiance of the Sun and the Moon Essence Pearls, she presented them before him, smiling: “Master, the mission is accomplished without dishonor. The third strand of hair is with Senior Brother Gu Ting. Don’t forget to ask him for it.”

Baize Dijun was both surprised and delighted. The little girl truly had ability—she could actually obtain Feilian Shenjun’s hair!

He hastily received the two strands of silver hair in his hands. He saw they were more than three feet long from root to tip, neat and orderly, definitely not obtained by cutting with a sharp weapon. Feilian Shenjun’s divine power still had some remnant on them, and the silver hair was still gently twisting.

The emperor smiled from ear to ear: “Good, good, good! Good hair! Good disciple!”

Xuan Yi reminded him: “Master, Shenjun is still in a fury.”

Baize Dijun first carefully placed the silver hair into his sleeve. Only then did he straighten his expression and bow to Feilian Shenjun from afar: “Shenjun is magnanimous. Baize thanks you. In the future, I will certainly give Shenjun a satisfactory compensation.”

Feilian Shenjun felt a bit apprehensive when facing this type of senior emperor. What Fucang said was indeed correct—he truly only dared to bare his fangs and brandish his claws before juniors. Even though in his heart he deeply resented Baize Dijun for coveting his hair for years, he didn’t dare say so to his face. He only stiffened his neck and snorted: “Baize Dijun, I don’t want any compensation. Just hand over this little bastard to me.”