I, the transmigrated villain, please wait, gentle master.

Chapter 224 The Frost Sword is Getting a Little Out of Control

The "Harmony with the World" evil-repelling formation had its weakest point breached by evil spirits. Yun Songxuan and his men used magic to plug the gap, but they were unaware of this unique technique of the Dao Xuan Sect and could only hold out for a while.

In a moment of desperation, just as Xue Rendong launched a counterattack, he shouted out for Mei Shiyu.

Xue Rendong swung his heavy halberd, smashing it angrily at Mei Shiyu. His moves were simple, relying entirely on brute force. He launched a fierce attack, shattering the ice walls that Mei Shiyu had erected in front of him.

A sharp icicle grazed his cheek, leaving a small bloodstain, like a minor flaw in a flawless piece of jade.

Li Tingyun's words, "Stop fighting," came a bit suddenly and a bit too late, leaving Xue Rendong momentarily unable to stop his attack.

In the blink of an eye, the Azure Sea Halberd closed in, its tip gleaming with a cold light that magnified infinitely in Mei Shiyu's eyes.

"Zheng" sound.

Swords and halberds clashed, producing a sound like metal striking jade.

Mei Shiyu blocked the deadly attack with his Qing Shuang sword.

The head-on interception left one arm both painful and numb.

He heard Li Tingyun's words, but remained expressionless. He deflected the Cangming Halberd with his sword and retreated back to Yun Songxuan and the others.

Xue Rendong stopped pursuing.

Knowing that he would not make any more moves for the time being, Mei Shiyu focused all his attention on reinforcing the formation. He threw Qing Shuang into the formation's core to suppress it. He sat cross-legged, made hand seals and chanted incantations, his body levitating in mid-air, his robes falling naturally to reveal a section of his fair wrist.

"Uncle-Master, just now, you called him 'Thirteen'? Thirteen... who is he? The more I look at him, the more familiar he seems..." A junior disciple from the Yunlan Sect asked.

It wasn't that the more you looked at it, the more familiar it seemed; rather, Mei Shiyu's "disguise" gradually faded away.

That tiny bloodstain exposed his disguise.

Yun Songxuan ignored his juniors. Like father, like son. The disciples of Yunlan Sect were more or less like his lecherous cousin who was the head of the family. When they saw a good-looking person, they would be dumbfounded and unable to move. Otherwise, they would not have been hit on the head by Xue Rendong and fled in all directions without even a chance to resist.

"It's Immortal Mei! The peak master of the thirteenth peak of the Dao Xuan Sect! That's why my uncle calls him 'Thirteen,' right?!" Someone recognized him and excitedly exclaimed, quite inappropriately, "My god, he's even more handsome than in the painting! I was already amazed when I saw his small portrait in the Beijing News, but I never expected him to be even more stunning in person... I still have that small portrait hidden away..."

Yun Songxuan gasped, pointing at the disciple who, though trying to keep his voice down, couldn't hide his excitement, and scolded, "If you were a girl, I wouldn't say anything, but you...you're a boy?!"

The disciple immediately lowered his head, but he was very resentful. What's wrong with being a man? Everyone has a love of beauty.

“He is… Immortal Venerable Mei of the Dao Xuan Sect…” Another disciple murmured blankly, seemingly lost in thought. He pushed aside the people blocking his way and squeezed to the front. Mei Shiyu, having just stabilized the formation, was immediately confronted and questioned by him as soon as he landed:

"Immortal Venerable, I've seen that you are skilled in ice-based magic, and I've also heard that you were born with an ice spiritual root. So just now, when Xue Rendong used a water formation to harm my fellow disciple, why didn't you save him?! That was a human life! Immortal Venerable, can't you create ice from water? Why did you stand by and watch him be torn apart and strangled by the water formation?! Could it be that you also look down on us outer disciples, from the collateral branches???"

Mei Shiyu was taken aback by his question, "Who are you?"

Yun Songxuan quickly pulled the person back. He had just finished reprimanding one person, and now another one had appeared. Why were there so many oddballs in his family? "Are you confused! Immortal Mei is not a member of my Yun family. Why would he look down on you? Do you even know who you are? I know that the person who just died was your own brother, and it's understandable that you're upset. But you shouldn't shift the blame to others and turn the tables on them!"

The disciple seemed to wake from a dream, and sheepishly retreated back to the back of the group, but he was still unconvinced, or rather, very resentful.

These people had suffered countless cold treatments in the Yunlan Sect. Their direct descendants had been framed and lost their cultivation, leaving them to run around searching for an antidote. The elders of the Yun family were absolutely unwilling to let their own descendants risk their lives again.

They came here to be cannon fodder, following Yun Songxuan!

Yun Songxuan was also ostracized, but the sect leader Yun Songhe valued him highly, so he condescended to come with him.

Even Yun Songhe could not completely sway the unanimous decision of the clan's most influential elders.

He had no choice but to send a few more "noble sons" from various sects to help.

After careful consideration, Mei Shiyu realized he could understand these things and couldn't help but feel a little emotional. He remembered that in his previous life, after Yun Songhe died, Si Wuxie was welcomed back by the Yunlan Sect. At first, he suffered a lot of hardship, but later, he became the undisputed leader of the sect, and no one dared to underestimate him. He even broke the clan system that had been passed down for countless generations of the Yun family, and the Yunlan Sect gradually transformed from a cultivation clan into a cultivation sect...

Putting everything else aside, he is a very capable person, much more so than Yun Songhe.

Yun Songxuan turned to Mei Shiyu and said, "Thirteen, I apologize to you on behalf of these unruly children. Please don't take it to heart."

"It's nothing," Mei Shiyu said, unconcerned. Whether it was gossip about his appearance or accusations of neglecting to help, it all faded away like a breeze, but the "questioning" had clearly stirred up some unpleasant memories for him…

He blurted out, "Brother Yun, how old is Yue'er now?"

Yun Songxuan grabbed his shoulder and covered his mouth, overreacting and making things worse. Under the strange gazes of the younger generation, he was completely speechless.

Mei Shiyu suddenly remembered that his brother Yun's affair with the Valley Master of Huachuan Valley was still a "top secret" that no one knew about!

Yun Songxuan awkwardly released him, "Uh... what did you just say? I didn't hear you..."

Mei Shiyu gave a vague answer, "I'm asking you about that fish you've been raising... how many years have you had it..."

"Hahaha... How did you know I love raising fish the most?" Yun Songxuan said nonsensically, "It's been about ten years."

At ten years old, Mei Shiyu thought to herself, "About the same age as Yuan Che..."

And Yuanbao, he's still just a twelve-year-old puppy.

Wait a minute, a twelve-year-old dog isn't that young anymore?

But he has already transformed into a human, so let's treat him as a human being.

Mei Shiyu remained somewhat wistful; how could Yuanbao... really have been reincarnated as a dog...?

Mei Shiyu asked in a daze, "Brother Yun, have you ever owned a dog?"

Yun Songxuan mumbled in a daze, "Ah... I'm actually quite afraid of dogs."

The disciples of Yunlan Sect listened to the two of them talking back and forth as if they were listening to a conversation between immortals, but they couldn't understand a single word.

Yun Songxuan: Sigh, I'm so tired.

Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly saw Mei Shiyu sway. "Thirteen, what's wrong?"

Mei Shiyu suddenly looked at the large formation.

A flash of white light appeared, and Qing Shuang actually forced her way out of the array's core and flew back.

Whether it returned voluntarily or was thrown out, a sword was stuck in the ground, its blade humming incessantly, and the surrounding icy spiritual energy was mixed with wisps of blood-red strange color.

There was also an evil spirit hidden inside that sword. It had always been well hidden. Mei Shiyu wouldn't let it out. No matter how much dissatisfaction it had, it would obediently hide inside the sword and remain dormant, never moving unless summoned.

But at this moment, he was unusually agitated, and no matter how much spiritual power Mei Shiyu poured in, she couldn't suppress his resentment...

resentment?!

Mei Shiyu was startled. Had he been affected by the evil spirits in the formation?

Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case. The biggest advantage of "blending in with the world" is that it won't interfere with the spellcaster's mental power.

Mei Shiyu was still in relatively good spirits, but his swordplay was a bit out of control.