I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

These rumors were like sharp blades, silently cutting through the air and also hurting the hearts of He Ronger and Zou Mubai.

Zou Mubai's eyes suddenly turned cold as ice. He slowly let go of He Ronger and turned to face all the disciples present. His sharp gaze seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, making everyone present feel a chill involuntarily.

His voice was deep and powerful, and every word hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer: "What did you just say? Do you dare to say it again?"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd that was originally whispering and talking suddenly quieted down, leaving only the sound of each other's rapid breathing.

Those who were full of malicious speculation just now were now pale with fear and covered their mouths, fearing that they would become victims of Zou Mubai's anger if they were not careful.

They involuntarily stepped back, trying to stay away from this terrifying man, as if the pressure he exuded was enough to suffocate them.

He Ronger stood aside, watching Zou Mubai stand up for her, her heart filled with gratitude and admiration.

"Uncle Zou, it's great to have you!" There was some gratitude and warmth in He Ronger's voice, and her eyes looking at Zou Mubai were full of trust and dependence.

This smile was like a ray of sunshine in spring, warm and bright, dispelling the previous haze.

When Zou Mubai heard He Ronger's words, a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He turned around and looked at He Rong'er, his eyes full of tenderness and determination, and he comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, Rong'er, Uncle Zou is here. No matter what difficulties you encounter, I will stand by you, protect you, and support you."

After saying this, he slowly turned around and looked at the two clan leaders in the stands with a sharp gaze. There was both questioning and dissatisfaction in his eyes, as if he was questioning whether their behavior just now was appropriate.

"Two sect masters, did you want to force my people to become your disciples?"

Although Zou Mubai's voice was soft, it carried a power that could not be ignored.

The two sect leaders' expressions changed slightly when they heard this.

They didn't expect Zou Mubai to question them so directly, and they didn't expect him to defend He Rong'er so resolutely. For a moment, both of them were a little embarrassed and didn't know how to respond.

"Brother Zou, you are too polite. We have no such intention." Sect Master Yuan finally spoke, trying to ease the atmosphere. "Sect Master Hong just saw that Rong girl has excellent qualifications and wanted to give her a better opportunity."

Yuan Sheng had seen Zou Mubai several times, so he felt a little scared after seeing his face clearly.

This is Uncle Lin's disciple who has unfathomable cultivation. Just for the sake of Uncle Lin's face, he cannot offend this person.

Zou Mubai glanced at him coldly, "I've already said that Rong'er will not take anyone as her master, how come you forgot?"

When Yuan Sheng heard this, he looked embarrassed: "No, I...forgot to tell Master Hong in a hurry."

Hong Yunhui's face froze slightly: "Master Yuan, what do you mean? I just want to accept a disciple, why do I need his consent?"

Yuan Sheng was afraid that what Hong Yunhui said would offend Zou Mubai, so he quickly pulled him aside and explained in a low voice.

"What did you say? Even Master Lin wanted to take her as his disciple, but she refused?" Hong Yunhui widened his eyes in surprise.

"That's right. Since then, Uncle Lin has said that if Rong doesn't want to become his disciple, then it's up to her. Now that you want to take her in as your disciple, isn't that a slap in Uncle Lin's face?"

Hong Yunhui sighed helplessly: "Forget it, since she doesn't want to become my disciple, I won't force her."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at Zou Mubai and He Rong'er, forcing out a flattering smile: "Today is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. Since Rong girl wants to come to my Lingyun Sect to learn the art of drawing talismans, then I will receive her personally."

When the disciples in the audience saw how respectful the sect leaders were to Zou Mubai, they couldn't help but feel confused.

They whispered to each other, wondering who this young man who suddenly appeared was and why he was treated like this by the sect leaders.

In this atmosphere of curiosity and confusion, He Tianhong's voice was like a thunder, breaking the silence of the scene.

He stepped forward again, standing in the crowd, pointing his finger directly at He Ronger, with obvious dissatisfaction and provocation in his tone: "He Ronger, don't take advantage of Zou Mubai's power to be arrogant here."

"It is you who took the initiative to come to my Lingyun Sect to study this time, but now you refuse to become my disciple in public. This is clearly a sign of disdain for my Lingyun Sect! Even if Zou Mubai comes, it cannot change this fact."

At this point, He Tianhong seemed to become even more excited. He looked around and said loudly: "Besides, this is not the Qixuan Sect. Although Zou Mubai is strong, he seems to have no say in our Lingyun Sect's territory!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

Everyone looked at He Tianhong, some were surprised at his courage, while others were worried that he would get into trouble because of this.

Hong Yunhui on the stage's face changed drastically. He turned around abruptly to look at his disciples, his eyes full of disbelief and anger.

In his heart, he cursed He Tianhong, this evil disciple, for being ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and daring to say such disrespectful words in such an occasion.

You know, Zou Mubai is not only the disciple of Lin Ze of Qixuan Sect, but also a powerful person with unfathomable strength. His identity is mysterious and his strength is tyrannical. He Tianhong's move is undoubtedly pushing Lingyun Sect to the forefront, and may even cause discord between the two sects.

However, at this point, Hong Yunhui could only bite the bullet and deal with it. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down the anger and anxiety in his heart, and nodded to Zou Mubai with a smile: "Junior Brother Zou, don't be angry. I was not good at teaching. Let someone take him away now."

After saying that, he winked at the disciples beside him and asked them to take He Tianhong away quickly.

He Tianhong's emotions were out of control. He was completely blinded by hatred and prejudice, and completely disregarded the occasion and consequences.

He glared at He Rong'er, his voice trembling with anger: "He Rong'er, do you think I don't know what you are thinking? You are just dissatisfied with me, so you deliberately made such a move in front of Lingyun Sect to embarrass me! I tell you, your wishful thinking is wrong! Come to me if you have anything to do, don't involve Lingyun Sect!"

Facing He Tianhong's accusations and provocations, He Ronger's originally indifferent expression became even more gloomy.

Her clear eyes seemed to be filled with endless chill. She stared at He Tianhong and said word by word, "He Tianhong, who do you think you are? Are you worthy of me making any decision because of you? You overestimate yourself.

I, He Ronger, have my own principles and bottom line when doing things, and I will not change them because of anyone's likes or dislikes. If you continue to make trouble, don't blame me for being rude!"