Chapter 217
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Chapter 217: Wait a Moment
Senior Brother Ming smiled calmly, as if the disciple he’d just crippled meant nothing to him—like dealing with an enemy.
Ye Yun finally understood why people feared this man. Ming Siyu broke rules without hesitation, harmed others freely, and acted like it didn’t matter.
"Speaking of which," Ming Siyu said casually, "that disciple called you arrogant. You’ve got some nerve, but I like that. Arrogant people who aren’t fools usually have real skill. I want capable subordinates. Come meet the senior brother now, then serve under me."
Ye Yun picked his ear and blew on his fingers, ignoring Ming Siyu entirely.
Ming Siyu showed no anger, his face peaceful. But the disciples behind him seethed with barely contained rage. They’d seen Ye Yun knock someone flying with a single punch—his cultivation level wasn’t ordinary.
Crucially, they knew Ming Siyu’s gentle facade hid a petty, unpredictable nature. So they glared fiercely at Ye Yun, pretending readiness to attack without moving an inch. No inner disciple survived being stupid.
When Ye Yun kept ignoring him, Ming Siyu turned to two disciples. "You two seem furious at Brother Ye. Fetch him for me."
The pair froze, anger melting into dread. They shuffled forward, exchanging panicked looks. As they neared Ye Yun, they puffed up again—even facing strength, showing weakness risked Ming Siyu’s wrath.
The crowd watched them charge… only to halt abruptly before Ye Yun. One whispered urgently, "Brother Ye, just humor Senior Brother Ming. Please."
The other kept a scowl but muttered, "Help us out. You saw what happened to Brother Tian."
Ye Yun had expected taunts, not this. "What does Ming Siyu want?"
"Not him—Senior Brother Yang wants you," the first hissed.
"Yang Hualong?" Ye Yun blinked. "That Junzi Hall guy?"
Both nodded frantically. Ye Yun’s eyes narrowed in thought.
To observers, the trio seemed locked in heated argument. Ming Siyu watched their "angry" exchange, satisfied.
"Brother Ye, *please*," one begged. "He’ll cripple us if you refuse!"
Ye Yun scoffed. "Junzi Hall’s ‘gentlemen’? Ming Siyu acts all noble, but he’s just a hypocrite."
The disciples paled. Junzi Hall ruled Shadowless Peak’s inner sect—calling Yang Hualong or Ming Siyu fakes was suicide. Their angry act crumbled into raw fear.
"Fine," Ye Yun sighed. "I’ll humor the hypocrite. But wait—I need to finish my task handover first."
The two men were overjoyed but quickly feigned anger, snorting at Ye Yun before turning to approach Ming Siyu.
"Senior Brother Ming, after thoroughly educating Ye Yun, he’s agreed to visit Senior Brother Yang with us."
Ming Siyu glanced at them and nodded. "Not entirely useless, though making me wait warrants thirty self-slaps for reflection when you return."
"Yes! Our thanks, Senior Brother Ming!" They looked relieved rather than distressed at the punishment.
Ye Yun remained standing, waiting for the managing disciple to emerge from the inner chamber and imprint Contribution Points onto his identity token.
Ming Siyu’s brow twitched. "Ye Yun! Why aren’t you moving?"
"Go ahead, Ming Siyu." Ye Yun’s cold gaze met his. "I’ll visit Junzi Hall after finishing my task, eating, bathing, and napping."
The folding fan in Ming Siyu’s hand snapped open. Behind him, two disciples paled and trembled – such mockery risked brutal retaliation.
"Years since anyone in the inner sect dared slight me and Senior Brother Yang." Ming Siyu fanned himself calmly. "Your insolence amuses me. Don’t disappoint." He turned to leave.
"Wait." Ye Yun’s icy command froze the room.
The hopeful disciples glanced back, but Ming Siyu kept walking.
"DEAF NOW?" Ye Yun’s voice cracked like winter frost.
Spectators held their breath, anticipating conflict. Ming Siyu maintained his pace, though Yang Hualong’s warning about sparing Peak Master Su Hao’s Registered Disciple stayed his hand.
Ye Yun’s palm shot forward, true qi blasting toward Ming Siyu’s back. Gasps erupted – none expected the first strike.
Seven disciples lunged to intercept, but Ye Yun’s wrist flicked. Invisible force streaks struck their attacks, sending them staggering with bloodied lips.
The bronze shield materialized almost too late. CLANG! Ming Siyu staggered two steps back from the impact.
"Did my ‘wait’ escape your ears?" Ye Yun stood impassively, hands clasped behind him.
Ming Siyu’s composure shattered into disbelief. For years, his calm mask had hidden a tyrant feared by all. Now this new inner disciple – merely a Peak Master’s Registered Disciple – dared surpass his arrogance?
"What do you want?" Ming Siyu’s voice tightened.
"Nothing now. Scram."
The fan froze mid-sway. "…Scram?"
