"My son, Tan Moran, I heard that you are Ye Mo who has been in the limelight recently? Humph, you are just a casual cultivator. Do you think you are qualified to come to Qingyun Villa?"
The feminine young master said coldly.
"That's right, you're a despicable person, so what if you are the Lord of Jindan City? I don't welcome an immortal master like you in this other courtyard, so get out of here and avoid staining our eyes."
"I will never agree to this person joining our ranks of immortal masters, get out, get out quickly."
"You will never be allowed to enter this place. You can get away as far as you want."
A group of immortal monks began to curse.
Ye Mo's eyes were filled with coldness.
The effeminate young man opened his fan with a swishing sound, his face was filled with pride, and his disdainful eyes showed no trace of contempt.
"Bastard, it must be you bastards who are causing trouble..."
Dongfang Yun cursed angrily and was about to rush out, but was held back by Ye Mo.
"Why, he is indeed a lowly and lowly person who doesn't understand any etiquette. No wonder he is so unpopular.
The words of the feminine young man seemed to add fuel to the fire.
Dongfang Yun's face turned red, and his whole body had reached the peak of rage.
"calm"
Ye Mo scolded softly, and looked coldly at the effeminate young man and the people who were yelling and scolding.
The coldness in his eyes is getting deeper and deeper, but it is becoming harder and harder to feel it. Those eyes are like eyes from thousands of years of ice springs, deep and transparent, but it seems that even the soul can be frozen.
The yelling and cursing gradually subsided, and some people even started to avoid Ye Mo's eyes.
Ye Mo fought his way through countless bloody battles, and his murderous intent was beyond the capabilities of ordinary monks.
Ye Mo walked forward step by step, and the immortal masters felt as if a majestic mountain was pressing towards them.
A few people subconsciously took a few steps back, and then they seemed to understand. When they saw the cold smile on Ye Mo's lips, their faces suddenly turned red with embarrassment.
Ye Mo walked up to Young Master Yinrou step by step. At this time, the pride on Young Master Yinrou's face had long disappeared and he was under tremendous pressure.
"This Mr. Tan, although I am a casual cultivator, my reputation is much better than yours. It seems that you are not very good either."
Ye Mo said softly, but it suddenly sounded in everyone's ears. Several people couldn't help but take a few steps back, and then their faces were full of shame.
Ye Mo could see the corners of Young Master Yinrou's eyes twitching, and his eyes were full of anger, but in the end he didn't do anything.
"coward"
Ye Mo said something softly, and took Dongfang Yun and strode away ignoring everyone.
But everyone seemed to have been stabbed in the dumb acupuncture point. The feminine young man turned his head suddenly with anger on his face.
Ye Mo had already left his sight.
"Ye Mo"
There was a sound of gnashing of teeth, and the feminine young man threw up his sleeves and left.
The remaining immortal masters looked at each other for a few times, and finally dispersed in silence.
"I told you, the master of the hospital is not here."
The guard who spoke raised his head high and raised his eyebrows, without saying that Ye Mo saw it.
This is the fifth time Ye Mo has been blocked from meeting the master of Qingyun Villa.
If you want to be the Immortal Master of the Immortal Academy, you must have students under you.
Otherwise, who will teach me?
If there are no students, how can we participate in the competition three months later?
But six days have passed since he came to Qingyun Villa.
I come to see the dean of that other hospital almost every day, but the answer I get every time is that the dean is not here and cannot assign students.
Even a small late-stage foundation-building guard dared to look down on him like this.
"Hey, isn't this our City Lord Ye D? What are you doing here?"
Just as Ye Mo turned around to leave, a frivolous voice suddenly came from behind him, and then a figure who looked like a good master appeared.
"Is the director here?"
The feminine young master sneered at Ye Mo and nodded slightly at the guard.
"Haha, when Master Tan comes, the master of the hospital will naturally be there at all times. Unlike some people who don't understand etiquette, even if they wait until they grow old, they may not see the face of the master of the hospital."
As he said that, the guard glanced at Ye Mo specifically.
"In that case, I will go in first."
Young Master Yinrou laughed proudly, and walked towards the courtyard under the attentive guidance of the guard. Then with a bang, the main door of the courtyard was slammed shut.
"Brother Ye, you've been rejected again. It must be because the old guy, the dean, doesn't like you."
Dongfang Yun appeared out of nowhere.
"Let's go, let's go back first."
Ye Mo shook his head, said lightly, turned around and walked towards his own small courtyard in the other courtyard.
"Hey, Brother Ye, you are the one who was recruited by Grandpa Kuang himself. What they did is too much. Let's go directly to Grandpa Kuang. Why bother to suffer this nonsense here? I said Brother Ye, for the sake of it.
For the sake of our friendship, how about I do this for you?"
Along the way, Dongfang Yun kept talking.
Ye Mo didn't seem to hear it and just walked.
"If you go to Kuang Tiannu, the Lord of Qingyun City, for such a trivial matter, then what shame do you have to fight for this Thunder Drum?"
Ye Mo made up his mind.
But how to break this situation?
The master of Qingyun Villa seems to have made up his mind to put himself aside. As long as it takes a month or two, when the competition begins, he may not be able to do anything.
Ye Mo knew very well that he had offended the master of the other courtyard and the effeminate young man who appeared out of nowhere before.
Most likely, they came here for Thunder Drum, so they would naturally suppress their competitors in every possible way.
This conflict of interest cannot be resolved.
"It seems that we have to find another way."
Ye Mo thought in his mind that six or seven days had passed. Three months was not that long. If there were no more students under his command, their wishes would probably be fulfilled.
Thinking of this, Ye Mo's steps became a little faster.
In the small courtyard of the main courtyard of Qingyun Villa, an old man sat cross-legged on the ground in the middle of the small courtyard. There was a lot of spiritual energy around him, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was practicing.
Xianwei brought Young Master Yinrou to the small courtyard, bowed respectfully to Young Master Yinrou, and then left.
While the maid served the spiritual tea, Young Master Yinrou was not polite and started drinking it.
Half an hour later, the spiritual energy around the old man exploded suddenly, the spiritual trees around him roared, his eyes opened, and several feet of golden light flashed in the air.
"Congratulations, Master, for reaching a higher level of cultivation."
Young Master Yinrou put down the teacup in his hand and said with a smile.
"Here comes silently."
The old man nodded, and then did not move. He stood up and slowly walked to the stone table and sat down.
"Master, I just don't understand. Is Ye Mo really that powerful? You even have to deal with him all the time. In my opinion, it's better for me to just drive him away."
Young Master Yinrou said nonchalantly, but his eyes were full of resentment. He remembered clearly that he was humiliated by Ye Mo in front of everyone that day.
"Drive it away? How to drive it away?"
The old man's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly slapped his palm on the stone table. His palm silently sank half a foot deep into the stone table. His whole person exuded such a majestic look that no one dared to look directly at him.
Young Master Yinrou immediately lowered his head, as if admitting his mistake.
"Then who is Ye Mo? A humble casual cultivator from Kyushu without any background. In just seven years, he has grown from a warrior to the current level of Jindan cultivation.
Not to mention sitting in a golden elixir fairy city with a promising future, how dare you underestimate such a person?"
"Master, my fairy city is not bad either. It is famous and prosperous. In a hundred years, there may be hope of becoming the main fairy city."
"You still have the nerve to say how many resources your Millennium Tan family has spent on you to achieve today's achievements? Even I have invested a lot in you. You can barely compare with him."
The old man said angrily.
It is unimaginable to start from scratch amidst the suppression of many opponents and achieve such achievements in less than ten years.
If it were not related to the battle for the main immortal city, even if he was a strong man in the Nascent Soul stage, he would not be willing to antagonize Ye Mo.
The Fairy City Alliance has never lacked talents.
Genius is only discovered when you look up to him.
What is genius?
The kind of person who falls by the wayside is not considered a genius at all, but is considered a talent at most. A genius is the kind of person who grows faster the more you suppress him.
For such a person, the best way is to make friends with him instead of making enemies with him.
Ye Mo is obviously a genius who has grown up and has passed the most dangerous early stage of decline. After reaching the golden elixir stage, it is difficult for such a genius to fall.
But things are fickle. How can there be so many camps in this world for you to choose from?
Thinking about his surprise when he saw Ye Mo's file, and looking at the disciple in front of him who lowered his head to admit his mistake but had an unconvinced face, the old man couldn't help but sigh.
"Ye Mo, leave it to me to take charge and try to hold him back as much as possible. Your most important task now is to train the elite class. In three months, whether you will be a dragon or a snake will depend on your own destiny. Lord Qingyun will personally supervise the exam.
I won’t be able to help you at that time.”
The old man spoke slowly.
Joy flashed across the face of the feminine young master.
The elite class is the best among the tens of thousands of foundation-building disciples in the entire academy. If you assign the elite class to yourself, you will be sure to win when the time comes.
"Master, how should Ye Mo deal with it? How to suppress him?"
The feminine young master is still unwilling to give in.
He comes from a noble family, and he has always heard only praises. How has he ever been reprimanded in person? Or in front of so many colleagues from other houses, he vowed not to avenge this hatred and not to be a human being.
"Is he the Immortal Alliance Jindan City Lord, or was he sent by Kuang City Lord? I can only drag him away for a while, and there is nothing I can do to him."
The old man was a little annoyed, but he still patiently explained, "Three months have passed, and as long as you win the Thunder Drum, Ye Mo, no matter how powerful he is, will still call you City Lord after a hundred years. Go ahead."
"
After saying that, the old man said nothing, waved his hand and closed his eyes.
"Disciple resigns."
Upon seeing this, Young Master Yinrou bowed respectfully to the old man and then stepped back. However, there was still a sullen look on his face, and it was obvious that he was not very satisfied with the old man's promise.
After Young Master Yinrou left, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and the look of disappointment disappeared.
As a strong person in the Nascent Soul stage, how can a little late-stage Jindan person hide his emotions in front of him?
"Why"
The old man sighed softly, and then a vicious look flashed in his triangular eyes.
The Thunder Drum is not only important to the feminine young master. It is even more important to him. It must not fall into the hands of others.
In this battle, we must win but not lose.
After groaning for a while, the old man waved to the immortal guard at the door.
"Dean, what are your orders?"
"I have been ill recently. I would like to thank you behind closed doors and don't let people come to nag me."