Mo Yitian’s words did not just shock his master, Tiansong Sect leader Huang Chunqiu. Even the other members of the Tiansong Sect were shocked as well.

 Yuan Zheng was dumbstruck. Although he did encourage Mo Yitian too hold on to Luo Qinghan tight, he never expected for the latter to be this direct and decisive.

 This was a little too much.

 So this was the confidence of the top of the younger generation in the Tiansong Sect?

 The Jihan Sect leader, Meng Yuping, who had been chatting idly with Huang Chunqiu was flabbergasted. She knew who Mo Yitian was—this was the disciple her old friend, Huang Chunqiu, was the proudest of. He was the top of the younger generation within the sect.

 One of her disciples, was rather taken with him. She had even requested a few times for Meng Yuping to matchmake them, only to be rejected on the basis that ladies had to exercise patience and restraint.

 “Luo Qinghan?”

 Truth be told, Meng Yuping would probably not know of Luo Qinghan’s existence if not for the fact that she was one of the people who was allowed to take part in the Alliance Hunt this time.

 Though the male disciples in the Jihan Sect were always talking about Luo Qinghan’s beauty, this was not the case with the female disciples.

 As such, Meng Yuping had not heard of Luo Qinghan before.

 Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

 …

 While Meng Yuping was still frozen in shock, the group of Jihan Sect disciples all turned to look at the woman dressed in green who was standing all the way at the back.

 Decked in green clothes, the lady was still gorgeous and alluring, commanding the attention of people even without make-up.

 In this moment, the majority of the female disciples from the sect were green with envy as they looked at Luo Qinghan.

 The male disciples, on the other hand, seemed rather indignant.

 At the end of the day, Luo Qinghan was a flower from the Jihan Sect. A beauty like her should be kept within the sect, so the horde of them were rather opposed to having Luo Qinghan marry someone from another clan.

 Luo Qinghan had had her head bowed as she was lost in her own thoughts, so she did not hear what Mo Yitian said. But now, with the crowd turning their gaze on her and the whispers around her, she finally realized what was going on.

 Mo Yitian.

 She had heard of this person before. He was the number one among the younger generation in the Tiansong Sect, and the ideal lover for many of the female disciples in the Jihan Sect.

 It was because of this that it was not particularly surprising for so many of the female disciples in the Jihan Sect to throw her looks of envy.

 “I hope Junior Uncle Meng will allow this,” Mo Yitian said as he looked towards Meng Yuping again, body low in a bow.

 “Senior Brother Mo!”

 Before Meng Yuping could respond, a young lady stepped out from where she was standing with a group of Dharma disciples from the Jihan Sect. The young lady was easy on the eyes, but her pretty features were contorted with rage at that moment. “You said it was love at first sight for you, so today should be the first time you’re seeing her.

 “You barely know her since this is the first you’re seeing of her…and you already want for her to marry you? Aren’t you being too hasty about this?”

 This young lady was Zhong Feng, and she was the direct disciple of the Jihan Sect leader, Meng Yuping. She was also one of the mid Dharma disciples who were here to take part in the Alliance Hunt.

 She had loved Mo Yitian for many years.

 She loved him so much that she had begged for her master to matchmake them, only to be rejected.

 “This is an issue of fate. Hastiness has no bearing on this,” Mo Yitian said with a shake of his head.

 “I believe in what I feel.”

 “You…”

 Zhong Feng had heard—and also saw—for herself that Mo Yitian had made up his mind. Her face blanched, and she subconsciously turned to look at Luo Qinghan, shooting an icy look at the latter.

 At the same time, when Luo Qinghan looked right back at Zhong Feng, the latter sent her a stern look of warning.

 “Sect Leader Meng.”

 At this time, the Tiansong Sect leader responded, “This is the first time this disciple of mine is making sure a request… I can tell that he’s truly taken with that disciple from your esteemed sect.

 “If it’s possible… Sect Leader Meng, do you mind asking your disciple for her opinion?”

 Huang Chunqiu pampered Mo Yitian a lot, so it was because of this that he was extremely cooperative when the latter made his request.

 Now that Huang Chunqiu had made such a request himself, it was difficult for Meng Yuping to reject it. She immediately called for Luo Qinghan, “Come over for a second, Luo Qinghan.”

 Meng Yuping was the leader of the Jihan Sect. Luo Qinghan would never dare to defy her orders no matter how unwilling she was to head over.

 Under the murderous gaze of Zhong Feng, Luo Qinghan floated over to Meng Yuping’s side and greeted her with a bow. “Sect Leader.”

 Seeing Luo Qinghan step out, Mo Yitian’s eyes were gleaming with an unconcealable desire.

 “Luo Qinghan, Mo Yitian is a core disciple from the Tiansong Sect and he wishes to marry you… What do you think?”

 Meng Yuping stared at Luo Qinghan calmly. She spoke to the latter in a calm and even tone that betrayed no emotion.

 “I reject his offer, Sect Leader.”

 Luo Qinghan had initially planned on clarifying that she had long made up her mind to be celibate for life. But she saw the look that Mo Yitian had levelled at her, and it filled her heart with disgust, so she rejected him curtly.

 Her response made Zhong Feng smile, and the latter looked towards her more warmly now.

 “This Luo Qinghan… She rejected him?”

 “My God! Does she know who she’s rejecting? Marrying him—even just to be his concubine—would secure her several lifetimes of training perks. And she rejected him?”

 …

 The female disciples of the Jihan Sect were whispering among themselves. All of them thought that Luo Qinghan was foolish and did not know to seize an opportunity when it was presented to her.

 As for the male disciples, they all let out a sigh of relief.

 “She rejected him?”

 The group of Dharma disciples from the Tiansong Sect had initially been shocked by the abrupt proposal of marriage. They had recovered somewhat from that scare, only to be shocked yet again when the Jihan Sect disciple standing right in front of them had outright rejected Mo Yitian.

 They simply could not understand why the Jihan Sect disciple would reject Mo Yitian’s proposal.

 Going by the abilities he had demonstrated so far, he was basically set to become a Divine Transformation adept as long as he did not give up halfway… Besides, Mo Yitian was quite the handsome man himself.

 A man like this was actually rejected?

 Not only that—he was rejected by an ordinary disciple from the Jihan Sect.

 “You’re awfully calm, Little Junior Brother… If I were you, I’d long have made my way own to slap him the moment he spoke,” He Mengxi said with a shake of her head from beside Zhou Donghuang.

 He was staring calmly at Luo Qinghan now.

 Though his face was calm, there was a strange, imperceptible glint to his eyes.

 “You, you’re rejecting me? Mo Yitian?”

 At the same time, Mo Yitian looked at Luo Qinghan. There was an incredulous look on his face, like he could not believe what he had just heard. “Do you… do you know what kind of person I, Mo Yitian, am?”

 “I know you’re the top of the younger generation in the Tiansong Sect, and that you will become a Divine Transformation adept in the future.”

 Luo Qinghan swept her gaze over Mo Yitian, looking rather disgusted. “And what about it? Maybe other women would fight to get married to you, but I, Luo Qinghan, do not care for that.

 “Are you satisfied with this answer?”

 Luo Qinghan had already become somewhat irritable when she saw Zhou Donghuang. Now that Mo Yitian had pulled such a stunt—and the fact that he was such an eyesore—made her temper boil over.

 The group of male disciples from the Jihan Sect Luo Qinghan’s response were filled with pride at her statement, and there were wide grins stuck on their faces. The majority of the female disciples, however, seemed rather upset.

 Especially Zhong Feng, whose face had twisted yet again after it had calmed into a warm look.

 What did Luo Qinghan mean when she said other women would fight to marry him?

 This Luo Qinghan, was she saying the rest of them had poor taste?

 “This female disciple from the Jihan Sect, she really is quite the personality… I’d thought she would agree to the proposal earlier. After all, the guy’s Mo Yitian of the Tiansong Sect,” Liu Lang said in shock. He was the son of the Summer Valley Head, Liu Fengao.

 “Hahahaha…”

 Mo Yitian, who had been shocked still by Luo Qinghan’s words, finally recovered from the shock at this moment. He could not help but burst into laughter.

 His laughter died down after a while, and he stared at Luo Qinghan. “Interesting, interesting.

 “Luo Qinghan, I make this declaration today… Today, you have rejected me, Mo Yitian. But someday, you will still end up marrying me or becoming my concubine. Do you believe me?”

 Mo Yitian had been really confident when he made this bold declaration. It was as if there was no woman in this plane that he could not have.

 “I don’t,” said a languid, listless voice. Someone else had answered to Mo Yitian on behalf of Luo Qinghan.

 “Who’s that?!”

 Mo Yitian’s face warped in anger. He turned to look angrily at the bunch of people from the Lightning Sword Sect, since that was where the sound came from.

 Almost at the same time Mo Yitian threw that question out, a white shadow floated over slowly from amidst the group of people of the Lightning Sword Sect. The person regarded Mo Yitian with a calm look in his eyes.

 “Zhou Donghuang?”

 When the group of Dharma disciples from the Lightning Sword Sect had chorused with that response, there were a number of people wondering who had been bold enough to provoke Mo Yitian like that.

 Was that person not afraid of Mo Yitian taking revenge on them when they moved to the Guiyao planet for the Alliance Hunt?

 Now, as they looked at the man stepping out from the crowd, quite a few of the Lightning Sword Sect disciples were staring at him in astonishment. “It’s Zhou Donghuang… You don’t think he’s taken a fancy to Luo Qinghan as well, do you?”

 “Finally… He couldn’t stand it any longer, could he?”

 He Mengxi was smiling brightly, as if amused by the theatrics that were unfolding.

 “Zhou Donghuang?’

 The group of people from the Tiansong Sect, the Jihan Sect, as well as the Yunyue Sect looked at Zhou Donghuang; even the Lightning Sword Sect Leader, Yu Yucheng was looking at him. Every single one of them were looking at him in shock, and none of them knew what the man was planning to do.

 Zhou Donghuang glanced at Mo Yitian, his lips curled into a mocking smirk as he spoke in a bland tone, “Why? You don’t sound too pleased.”

 “You’re Zhou Donghuang?”

 After he heard the Lightning Sword Sect disciples address the young man dressed in white as such, Mo Yitian’s eyes constricted. His gaze, which had been one of fury, had now transformed into one of fear.

 “That’s Zhou Donghuang?”

 “I used to think that Mo Yitian was handsome, but he can’t hold a candle to Zhou Donghuang.”

 “Well, it’s as the saying goes: out with the old, in with the new. It’s the same principle.”

 …

 The people of the Yunyue Sect were abuzz with chatter, worrying about the worst case scenario.

 “Zhou Donghuang, why are you responding to a question I directed at Luo Qinghan?”

 It was a reasonable question. Even though Mo Yitian was somewhat frightened by Zhou Donghuang, he was still charged with anger.

 In a split second, the collective gaze of everybody from the four great sects fell on Zhou Donghuang. It was as if everyone wanted to know how he would respond to Mo Yitian’s question.

 Even Luo Qinghan had unknowingly turned to look at Zhou Donghuang in this instant.

 Under the watchful gaze of the crowd, Zhou Donghuang stated calmly, “She’s my lady.

 “Is there something wrong with me answering on behalf of her?”