The Masked Strength of the Sect's Trash chapter 102

"Senior Brother!"

Xiao Yi cried out, shocked.

It was her first time seeing Ji Yan spit blood and suffer such serious injuries.

Suddenly, she felt a chilling wave of killing intent.

Lu Shaoqing's face was brimming with fury. In his right hand, he gripped his sword, while his left hand held the high-grade, fourth-tier talisman he had taken from Xuan Yunxin.

Xiao Yi was startled—what was her second senior brother planning?

But as Ji Yan’s gaze swept across them, Xiao Yi immediately felt the pressure lift.

Beside her, Lu Shaoqing’s murderous aura faded away, the sword and talisman disappearing as he returned to his usual laid-back demeanor.

"Second Senior Brother," Xiao Yi asked urgently, "Is Senior Brother alright?"

"He's fine. If he’s in trouble, it’s his own doing," Lu Shaoqing replied irritably.

"Shouldn’t we do something now?" Xiao Yi asked, her voice tinged with anxiety.

"What for? The opponent is Nascent Soul. You wanna go? Be my guest, but leave me out of it," Lu Shaoqing shot back.

"But you almost rushed out there just now. You must be worried about Senior Brother," she insisted.

"Bull!" Lu Shaoqing barked back. "Which eye of yours saw that? I was just worried that Cang Zhengchu would damage our ship."

"If Ji Yan got killed, I wouldn’t even care," he added, jabbing her forehead angrily. "Say that again, and I’ll poke a hole right through you."

Xiao Yi hugged her head, silently complaining, *"What a liar."*

She trusted her instincts. If Ji Yan had been in danger a moment longer, Lu Shaoqing would have charged out without hesitation.

Outside, Cang Zhengchu’s aura grew stronger, and his sword intent became more oppressive. The blue bird he controlled was now overwhelming Ji Yan’s white dragon, slashing it repeatedly.

Ji Yan coughed up more blood, his face growing paler.

Xiao Yi’s heart ached at the sight, and she asked, "Second Senior Brother, should we really just stand by and do nothing?"

"He’ll be fine," Lu Shaoqing interrupted. "He insisted on facing Cang Zhengchu alone."

Then he muttered, "Stubborn bastard."

"When did he say that?" Xiao Yi asked, confused.

"Just now, didn’t you see his eyes?" Lu Shaoqing replied, rolling his eyes.

Xiao Yi felt a bit lost. *"I didn't notice."*

"Can Senior Brother win?" she asked.

"No," Lu Shaoqing said flatly.

Seeing Xiao Yi about to speak again, he preemptively added, "Don’t ask me why he keeps fighting. I don’t know either. He’s just a masochist."

Helpless, Xiao Yi continued watching, her nerves tightly wound.

Despite being at a clear disadvantage, Ji Yan never took a step back. Blood dripped from his lips, but his expression remained firm. In fact, his gaze seemed to burn even brighter.

"Pity," Xiao Yi sighed.

"Pity for what?" Lu Shaoqing asked sharply. "That old Cang Zhengchu hasn’t blown up our ship and killed you yet?"

Xiao Yi huffed. "I was thinking it’s a shame I can’t see you and Senior Brother fighting side by side."

*What an inspiring sight that would be.*

Lu Shaoqing laughed derisively. "Me, teaming up with him? In your dreams."

"If he can’t beat this guy, you think the two of us can?"

"When facing such enemies, the best strategy is to run," he continued. "Don’t follow Senior Brother’s dumb example. Admit when you’re outmatched, and live to fight another day."

"Remember: 'He who understands the times is wise,' 'Live to fight another day,' and 'A hero seeks revenge ten years later.' Go read more books on survival."

Xiao Yi was silent. *This was the real Second Senior Brother.*

Curious, she asked, "What if the enemy is at the same level as us?"

Lu Shaoqing’s tone instantly shifted, becoming ice-cold. "Use every trick in the book. Crush them completely, leave no chance for trouble."

Suddenly, a voice boomed from outside.

"Hahaha…"

"Ji Yan, you’re still lacking."

"My sword intent has the upper hand," Cang Zhengchu mocked.

The white dragon had shrunk to the size of a sword, visibly weakened, while the blue bird loomed large, radiating immense pressure.

Ji Yan’s sword trembled in midair, ready to fall at any moment.

Things looked bleak.

Xiao Yi glanced at Lu Shaoqing. He had earlier claimed that no one could surpass Ji Yan in a contest of pure sword intent, yet Ji Yan now seemed severely outmatched.

Lu Shaoqing noticed her look and said, "Can’t you see? That old Cang Zhengchu is using his cultivation realm to suppress Ji Yan."

"In a fair fight of sword intent, he lost earlier."

"The old bastard just couldn’t take it."

Frustration filled Lu Shaoqing’s face. He knew too well the sting of being overpowered by sheer cultivation.

Cang Zhengchu’s voice came again, dripping with smugness.

"Sometimes, Ji Yan, it's better to stay humble. Arrogance will get you nowhere."

His words infuriated Xiao Yi.

Without hesitation, she stormed out onto the deck and shouted toward the Guiyuan Pavilion ship.

"Old geezer! You’re using your realm to suppress my Senior Brother? Aren’t you ashamed?"

Silence fell across the scene.

Lu Shaoqing sighed, rubbing his temples.

*"This girl… what a handful."*

"Why shout? If you can, just ambush him when you get the chance," he grumbled. Yet, despite his words, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

*This junior sister isn’t a lost cause—she’s got some guts.*

Meanwhile, he once again gripped his sword and a talisman, ready for action.

The Guiyuan Pavilion disciples were stunned. They had never seen anyone speak so boldly to a Nascent Soul elder.

Cang Zhengchu was silent for a moment before asking, "What did you say, little girl?"

His tone barely concealed his rising anger.

Xiao Yi raised her voice, undaunted.

"I said you’re a shameless old geezer! Bullying my Senior Brother with your cultivation realm—what kind of hero are you?"

"Why don’t you lower your realm and fight fairly with my Senior Brother’s sword intent?"

"Without your higher cultivation, my Senior Brother could crush you like a chicken!"

Having started her rant, Xiao Yi couldn’t stop. She kept going, and it felt exhilarating.

"Y-You insolent brat!" Cang Zhengchu trembled with rage.

It had been ages since anyone had dared to insult him like this. He couldn’t even remember the last time someone had spoken to him this way. But one thing was clear—those who did never lived long.

"You want to die?"

With a shout, the blue bird screeched, and a beam of sword energy hurtled toward Xiao Yi, carrying deadly intent.

*No matter if she was a Lingxiao Sect disciple—she’d pay for her words.*

"Damn it, what a mess!" Lu Shaoqing cursed, preparing to intercept the attack.

But just as he was about to act, Ji Yan let out a fierce roar. His previously weakening aura surged dramatically.