C10 Ye Yun's Strength

Ye Yun gratefully accepted the gift. Eager to curry favor, a disciple stepped forward, volunteering to carry it for him—a preemptive move to avoid any future bullying from Ye Yun.

Lan Zheng was a mix of anger and helplessness, humiliated in front of everyone. His gaze towards Ye Yun was filled with malice.

Leng Wuyan noticed Lan Zheng's reluctance to concede. With an icy tone, she addressed him, "Considering you're a seasoned member of our Wicked Sky Sect, and today being my wedding day, I have no desire to shed blood. I'll spare you punishment for now. But should there be a next time, expect no mercy."

"Since the Sect Master has spoken, I'll spare you this time. Scram," Ye Yun bellowed at Lan Zheng.

Realizing the tide was against him, Lan Zheng bit back any retorts and withdrew to the sidelines. Yet, his resentment towards Ye Yun deepened.

Ye Yun's command to "scram" left everyone in stunned silence. The hall fell deathly quiet.

Ye Yun then approached Leng Wuyan, his smile devilish, and asked, "Sect Master, our earlier ceremony still stands, right?"

"Absolutely," Leng Wuyan replied, her voice muffled as she covered her mouth.

"Great, my love. Just let me know if you need anything in the future," Ye Yun teased playfully.

Hearing Ye Yun call her his wife again, especially in front of such a crowd, sent waves of embarrassment through Leng Wuyan. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red, her ears hot to the touch. Despite their temporary marital status, acknowledging their relationship publicly made her shy.

"Weren't you supposed to call me Sect Master in front of others? Remember your words," Leng Wuyan reminded him softly.

"Of course, Sect Master," Ye Yun replied, his voice loud and clear.

The onlookers witnessed Ye Yun's blatant flirtation with Leng Wuyan, recognizing his esteemed place in her heart.

"When did Ye Yun get so bold?"

"He even gave the Eldest Senior Brother a thrashing today. Is he aiming to usurp his position?"

A junior brother whispered, "You're right. The Sect Master has always been on his side."

Ye Yun used to be nothing but trash. He never fought back when others bullied him. How is it that he's speaking up so boldly now?

"Sect Master, I truly believe you should reconsider. Ye Yun's status doesn't match yours in the slightest."

"Ye Yun, are you only this bold because you're under the Sect Master's wing? On what grounds do you act so haughty?"

"You've accomplished nothing noteworthy. Besides, you're a nobody. How dare you treat our Eldest Senior Brother this way?"

"Even if you do marry the Sect Master today, we owe our Eldest Senior Brother respect. What gives you the right to insult him?"

"Do you really think marrying the Sect Master and winning her favor erases the fact that you're worthless?"

"Perhaps you've gained your strength through some underhanded means. What's there to be smug about?"

Unconvinced, Second Senior Brother (Faang Qingzhuo) stood up and unleashed a tirade of mockery at Ye Yun.

The other disciples nodded in agreement as they watched Second Senior Brother take a stand.

Regardless, Eldest Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother still carried significant influence in their eyes.

With none of the disciples swayed, Leng Wuyan could only let out a cold huff, "Am I, the Sect Master, invisible to you?"

"Since when do you get to dictate my personal affairs?"

Seeing the Sect Master defend Ye Yun like this filled Faang Qingzhuo with resentment.

Yet, Faang Qingzhuo maintained a facade of composure and said, "Sect Master, I realize my words today may be hard to swallow, but your marital decision impacts the Wicked Sky Sect's reputation."

"How dare you? Am I not in charge of my own marriage?" Leng Wuyan responded with authority.

She then issued a stern decree: "Henceforth, anyone who opposes this union will be immediately expelled from the sect."

Still, the disciples remained defiant.

"Sect Master, why must you insist on choosing Ye Yun?" one disciple challenged, pointing at Ye Yun.

Despite Leng Wuyan's stern command, over half the assembly still voiced their dissent.

This emboldened a disciple to openly challenge her.

"Yes, Sect Master. We remain unconvinced. Today, we're prepared to risk expulsion from the sect to stand against you," he declared.

Beside the Second Senior Brother, another disciple gathered his courage to protest.

Yet, Ye Yun met their baseless opposition with cool detachment.

"If I'm unworthy of the title of Sect Master, then who is?" he inquired calmly.

The Second Senior Brother shot back, "Anyone could be worthy, but certainly not you. You're nothing but a failure who hasn't earned your powers through legitimate means."

Ye Yun smirked at the accusation. He mused, "The original owner of this body might lack merit, but I'm the one in control now. It's not your place to question my worthiness."

"Ridiculous. I'm unworthy? What about you? Why don't we ask the Sect Master what she thinks?" Ye Yun retorted with a hint of smugness, casting a glance at Leng Wuyan.

Leng Wuyan's pulse quickened as Ye Yun gave her a provocative look.

She thought to herself, "With so many witnesses, he still dares to flirt."

Seeing Leng Wuyan withhold her stance, Faang Qingzhuo grew audacious, taunting, "Ridiculous. You're merely at Body Tempering Layer One. What gives you the right to be so insolent? Die!"

With that, Faang Qingzhuo lunged at Ye Yun with his sword, but Ye Yun stood unflinching, hands clasped behind his back.

Enraged, Faang Qingzhuo launched a hidden weapon with his left hand, hissing, "Die!" as he aimed a vicious thrust at Ye Yun's heart.

Ye Yun sidestepped at the last moment, causing Faang Qingzhuo to lurch and nearly topple over.

The projectile whizzed past, embedding itself in the pillar behind Ye Yun.

Someone in the crowd cried out, "Second Senior Brother, watch out. Let it go. Don't end up like the Eldest Senior Brother."

The junior brothers were genuinely concerned for the Second Senior Brother, so they banded together to try and reason with him.

Hearing their pleas, Faang Qingzhuo's anger only intensified. He thought, "There's no way I can't handle a nobody like you."

And so, Faang Qingzhuo relentlessly pursued Ye Yun with his attacks. Yet, Ye Yun effortlessly evaded each one, emerging without a scratch.

With a taunting tone, Ye Yun challenged, "Second Senior Brother, your skills are too feeble. Do you honestly think you can measure up to Eldest Senior Brother?"

This sent Faang Qingzhuo into a rage. Disregarding the junior brothers' attempts at calming him, he soared through the air, unleashing a barrage of eight concealed swords.

With a graceful leap, Ye Yun avoided every single one. The projectiles neatly arranged themselves in a line, embedding into a column.

"Now, do you acknowledge my superiority?" Ye Yun asked, looking down on Faang Qingzhuo with contempt.

"A person worthy of being the Sect Master must surpass us all in cultivation. Otherwise, you could defeat me today, and I still wouldn't accept it," Faang Qingzhuo retorted with unwavering conviction.

Ye Yun let out a cold laugh.

"Eldest Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, both of you have been bested by me. Weren't your abilities supposed to be unmatched by anyone else? Who else but me could possibly defeat you? Are you still not convinced?"