Ascended Without Me: Cultivating with a Genius Son | Chapter 79 | A Troublesome Encounter | Novela.app

Li Xue rode atop Zi Feng, flying toward the southeast with Zi Huang following close behind. Ever since Li Lin had entered seclusion, Zi Huang had been clinging to Li Xue every day. It insisted on coming along for this trip to East Beast Mountain; given its lively and restless nature, being cooped up in the Dream Realm would have surely bored it to death. In truth, the speed of a third-grade Purple Oriole could not compare to a flying sword propelled by full spiritual power, but Li Xue was in no hurry. Moreover, spending time bonding with her spirit beasts had its own benefits. "Mistress, Mistress! Look down there, people are fighting!" With Zi Huang’s constant chirping, the journey was anything but quiet. Li Xue looked down and saw two parties in a standoff—or rather, a confrontation between one person and a group. She had no intention of getting involved. In the cultivation world, such skirmishes were as common as ox hairs; as long as they didn't involve oneself or one's friends, they were generally ignored. However, a cultivator’s eyesight was exceptionally keen. With just a glance, Li Xue spotted a familiar figure: Dongfang Jing. He stood there with both hands clutching bundles of talismans, facing off against five people. His opponents were clearly wary of his extravagant, spendthrift style of talisman-based combat. The corner of Li Xue’s mouth twitched at the sight of him. She patted Zi Feng, intending to fly away as quickly as possible. It was no joke—anyone who got involved with that fellow was bound for bad luck. Unfortunately, she was too late. Dongfang Jing’s gaze locked onto her. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes, and he grinned, waving a hand stuffed with an uncountable number of talismans at her. The opposing five immediately went on high alert, activating their maximum defenses in preparation for battle. Li Xue sighed inwardly at her misfortune. She had fought Dongfang Jing before; his endless supply of magic treasures was enough to leave anyone speechless. Combined with his massive wealth of talismans, she was certain those five would not come out on top. She debated whether she should warn the group. Judging by their attire, they seemed to be from the Hundred Flowers Valley. Looking at Dongfang Jing, he wasn't wearing the robes of the Mist Spirit Sect. This brat was supposed to be staying safely within his sect, yet here he was out causing trouble for others—it was truly too much. Before Li Xue could make up her mind, Zi Huang dove down. Li Xue felt a headache coming on just as Zi Feng’s voice reached her mind: *“Master, that person carries the scent of a Green Oriole. Let’s go help him!”* Li Xue rolled her eyes. *Does that boy even need help? From the looks of it, he’s the one bullying them.* “Fellow Daoist, this is a matter of our Hundred Flowers Valley. We ask that you do not interfere!” As soon as Li Xue descended, she was addressed by a male cultivator at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment. *I knew it. Doing a good deed always leads to a misunderstanding. What a classic trope,* Li Xue lamented internally. “Daoist Li, you have to help me!” Dongfang Jing called out fervently. His expression didn't look like he needed help at all; he looked like he was practically begging for a beating. “Fellow Daoist of the Cloud Might Sect, our Hundred Flowers Valley has always been on good terms with your sect. Please, think twice,” a female cultivator at the early stage of Foundation Establishment added. Li Xue’s face twitched. She asked, “Does your Hundred Flowers Valley have a grudge against the Mist Spirit Sect?” The five were clearly confused. The male cultivator asked again, “What do you mean by that, Daoist?” Li Xue didn't want to waste any more time. She pointed at Dongfang Jing and said, “He is a blood descendant of Daoist Mingyuan of the Mist Spirit Sect. His name is Dongfang Jing. You should have heard of Daoist Mingyuan, I assume?” Li Xue emphasized the name. The mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, named Chen Feiyang, was stunned for a moment. Then, his expression changed drastically. He looked Dongfang Jing over with doubt, noting the hands full of talismans and the numerous defensive charms already stuck to his body. Suddenly, he recalled the rumors circulating among the five great sects. It was well known that Daoist Mingyuan of the Mist Spirit Sect was tyrannical and difficult to deal with. He had a descendant who reportedly never used a magic treasure if a fight could be settled by throwing talismans. He was now eighty percent certain. This brat had been tossing talismans around for fun along the way, nearly hitting them, which was why they had confronted him in the first place. It was clearly him. “Daoist Li, Chen Feiyang offers his thanks!” Chen Feiyang said gratefully to Li Xue. He then turned to Dongfang Jing. “Daoist Dongfang, we have offended you just now. It was all a misunderstanding!” Seeing that Dongfang Jing’s attention was mostly on Li Xue, he quickly led his junior brothers and sisters away in a hurry. “Daoist Li, thanks for the help!” Dongfang Jing said happily. Li Xue stumbled. She was about to fly back onto Zi Feng’s back but stopped herself, looking Dongfang Jing up and down. This guy was either an idiot or incredibly devious. “I say, Dongfang Jing, why aren't you staying in the Mist Spirit Sect? Why are you running around everywhere?” Li Xue asked with a frown. Dongfang Jing’s expression darkened, and he muttered, “No one in the sect wants to keep me company. And Great-Great-Grandfather is... well, he’s always busy with things. So I came out for a stroll!” In reality, he was running away from Daoist Mingyuan. His ancestor had been scouting all sorts of female disciples and forcing him into matchmaking sessions. He was so annoyed that he had no choice but to flee. Li Xue thought to herself: *It’s a wonder if anyone would want to keep you company! Whoever stays with you suffers. Who would dare?*