My Virtual Immortal Girlfriend Came to Life from a Mobile Game-Chapter 59 – We are people of the Azure Cloud Sect

"How dare you snatch someone from our Yin-Yang Pavilion in broad daylight? Aren't you being a bit too arrogant?"

The pale scholar sensed the aura emanating from the black-clothed woman, and his already white face turned ashen.

"Hic, I, hic, I'm taking them from you, so what!"

The black-clothed woman jumped down from her sword, grabbing the hilt with a reverse grip. Though she swayed unsteadily, the heavy greatsword in her hand swung around like a toy.

The members of the Yin-Yang Pavilion immediately retreated a few steps, fearing they might be hit by the heavy sword.

"This woman is as strong as I am, and with her single Water Spiritual Root, she's a perfect dual cultivation partner. It would be a pity to let her go! I'll hold her off, you go get the Hall Master!" The pale scholar urgently instructed his guards, then drew the short sword from his waist, pointing it at the black-clothed woman.

"Hmph, we're both at the Golden Elixir stage, today Wei shall meet you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hand reached out from the side and grabbed his short sword.

"Meet what? How about you meet me?"

The pale scholar was shocked, turning to see an emaciated old man with graying hair standing beside him, half of his face covered by a mask, grinning to reveal a mouthful of crooked, decaying teeth.

"And who might you be?!"

"Hehe, take a guess?"

The old man had a sword gourd hanging from his waist but didn't use it. Instead, he slowly closed his hand, and the blade of the short sword began to twist under the immense pressure, emitting a creaking sound.

The pale scholar was pinned in place by the oppressive aura emanating from the old man, unable to move, hoping his subordinates would bring the Hall Master. But soon, he heard the sound of bodies hitting the ground with muffled grunts.

Turning around, his face grew even more grim.

Three black-clothed individuals stood in the middle of the street, arranged from tallest to shortest. The one on the left was the tallest and thinnest, the middle one was balanced, and the one on the right was short and stout. All were dressed in black with swords at their waists, each carrying a bulging bag on their backs, contents unknown.

His subordinates lay on the ground, their fates uncertain.

"You, you dare attack members of the Yin-Yang Pavilion?"

The pale scholar was furious.

The Yin-Yang Pavilion was a major sect; who would dare target them?

This confrontation had been going on for some time.

Why hadn't the guards from Sky Spring City or other sects shown up? Could they all have returned to their own mountain gates?

"Stop wasting time, grab the last batch and retreat!"

A voice called from above.

A figure emerged from the rooftop of a nearby pavilion, clad in black with a black sword and hood, revealing a white beard on his chin, his waist adorned with various weapons.

The pale scholar's pupils contracted.

One of those weapons was his Hall Master's saber!

When had their home been robbed?

The pale scholar lost his bravado, forcing a smile more pained than crying: "Esteemed seniors, this junior failed to recognize Mount Tai. You can have this single spiritual root disciple, I'll leave now, I'll just..."

"Throw all your spiritual artifacts, Spirit Stones, and Storage Bags on the ground!"

The old man in front of him smiled even more broadly, his wrinkled face resembling a blooming chrysanthemum.

The pale scholar had no choice but to obediently hand over his belongings.

"Also, take off the jade around your neck."

Pale scholar: "..."

"And your clothes too."

"Enough, Elder Li." The female cultivator with the greatsword couldn't bear to watch any longer and interjected.

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"His clothes look nice." The old man touched the pale scholar's clothes, his eyes filled with curiosity.

The pale scholar was on the verge of tears: "Can this junior leave now?"

"Hehe, you may go." The old man put the pale scholar's short sword into his Storage Bag and released him with a smile.

The pale scholar turned and ran.

"Young man, take your subordinates with you!"

Hearing the old man's shout.

The pale scholar scrambled into the air, not daring to look back.

The members of the Yin-Yang Pavilion were gone.

The five black-clothed individuals all turned their gaze to Li Qingran.

Li Qingran took half a step back, shrinking her head in fear, quickly bowing and saying, "This junior thanks the seniors for their assistance."

Though these five mysterious people seemed more dangerous than those from the Yin-Yang Pavilion, she inexplicably felt no threat from them.

"Little girl, you have great talent. Would you like to join our sect?"

The strange old man smiled warmly at Li Qingran, his eyes kind and gentle.

"This junior wishes to join the Spiritual Insight Valley." Li Qingran shook her head, hesitantly saying, "Your sect is excellent, but I want to be a Healing Cultivator."

"You can be a Healing Cultivator in our sect too." The female cultivator leaning on the greatsword hiccupped, speaking lazily.

"I..." Li Qingran wanted to refuse again.

But the next second, a voice rang out from the pavilion.

"Hey, you can't do it like this!"

The person spoke while removing their hood, and under Li Qingran's bewildered gaze, declared loudly, "We are from the Azure Cloud Sect!"

The other four followed suit, removing their disguises.

The female cultivator across from her took off her veiled hat, revealing long black hair cascading to her waist and a charming, alluring face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy with intoxication, but her smile was captivating, and her speech was coherent.

"Little sister, as you can see, we took things from other sects."

The old man beside her chimed in, "And now, you know who we are."

The Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion, Su Qinian, let out a sinister laugh from the rooftop, concluding.

"So, you must come with us! Otherwise, we'll have to silence you, hehe!"

Li Qingran: "..."

Could she not tell if they were from the Azure Cloud Sect?

She noticed the badge hanging from the waist of the man on the rooftop—Sword Pavilion.

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Sword Pavilion and Jianmen?

Li Qingran was momentarily stunned, inexplicably making random associations.

Before she could react, the world spun, and in a daze, she found herself on a Flying Sword.

It was the female cultivator reeking of alcohol.

The other four also stepped onto their respective Flying Swords, each wearing a satisfied smile.

"Junior Sister, if you're scared, you can hold onto Senior Sister's waist~"

The female cultivator turned her head with a charming smile, and then the Flying Sword shot skyward.

Li Qingran was buffeted by the wind, unable to open her eyes, instinctively wrapping her arms around the female cultivator's waist.

Suddenly, she didn't want to resist anymore.

Because, like her Master, these people didn't activate a wind barrier when riding Flying Swords.

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