The Female Cultivator In The World Of Men

"So what?" Le fang Ling crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at An Lin listlessly.

"..."

The reaction Le fang ling gave was not the one he had been expecting. From how she had acted in the past, he had expected a little more vivid reaction.

This dull and nonchalant expression was not what he had signed up for!

"I mean, he is *YOUR* father," he emphasized on the fact that Le Zuan was her dad apart from being the lord of south.

"Don't you have anything to say? The girl who could not even qualify the preliminary assessment test?" An Lin snickered as he looked down at her from the elevated stage.

"Or did you walk through the back door hmm?" He slightly leaned his body forward and raised his eyebrows while making a suggestive sign with his fingers.

Le Fang ling looked at him make a penetration gesture with his fingers with a dead pan expression.

*Gasp*

While the person in the context was silent, the crowd gasped out in surprise when they understood what he was trying to say!

"Heh," He curled up his lips in a smug expression and stared at Le fang Ling.

Ming Jiu, the shameless simp who had been enjoying the confrontation between the two almost coughed  out a mouthful of blood when An Lin did what he did.

"That stupid," he immediately glanced at An Cheng who was about to explode in anger.

"An Lin!"

An Cheng called out to him when he started to cross the boundary. She had long enough tolerated his notorious and chivalrous side as his revolting stage but now he was clearly trying to start a war.

"Do not say things that you are going to regret later!" She spoke in a calm voice but others could clearly feel the tiny thread that was holding her anger in behind that façade of calmness.

"Senior sister, its fine," Le Fang Ling was glad that she was standing up for her but it was a high time she spoke for herself without relying on either Elder Lin, Nagina or An Cheng.

Thus, she turned to face An Lin once again who seemed to have gotten angrier for being called out by his sister.

"He is coming to this place as the representative of the whole southern province and as the head of the Le Family, not as my father." Le Fang ling did not hold back and continued speaking.

"Whatever problem you have with him is not my problem."

"So, if you have any problem with him, go and deal with it yourself with him."

"Do not be a coward and take it out on someone who has absolutely no part in it just because they are weaker than the one you hate."

By this moment, the whole hall had quieted down to the point you could hear the sound of a pin falling down.

Not a single soul dared to move from their place, afraid they might attract unnecessary attention.

She looked around at the people whose eyes were stuck on her and sighed heavily when she saw a few pair of angry eyes that looked as if they wanted to eat her alive.

'Welp, looks like they are still not satisfied with what I said,' she shook her shoulder in a silent shrug.

"And yes, if you still want to settle score with the Le family for anything, I am more than happy to take you on."

Le Fang Ling pulled up her sleeve and looked at those who were giving her draggers looked.

"There can be more to me than what meets the eyes." She said with a smug look on her face as he pulled up the sleeve from the other arm as well.

"Hmm, you want to try and take the ground with me?" she raised the question as she looked around with her bright turquoise eyes shining with confidence and energy.

Just by looking at her stance, one could feel that she was being serious about what she was saying.

"Oh, you over there, senior brother," she noticed one of the male senior disciple who was giving her the angry eyes.

"Greetings!" She placed both of her hands in front of her and clasped her palm to give a deep bow.

"I think you are still not satisfied with what I said so just for you, I am willing to repeat myself," she raised her head slightly and smiled at him.

The disciple who was glaring at her was a tad bit startled when he was pointed out like that from among the crowd.

'Why only me?  There are plenty of others who also don't like her…' he looked around to see that all of them had backed out and only he was the one who was showing hostility to the girl.

Le fang Ling noticed that he was still wearing the outer –court disciples outfit, which meant…

"Come on senior brother, almost all the disciples are here to witness this scene today." Le fang Ling decided to provoke him further.

"Then you can tell if I came through the back door or not," she pointed her fingers at him but her words was directed to someone else.

An Lin who was the starter of this conflict was already forgotten and in the back of the mind of people there.

Whether they hated, loved or ignored Le Fangling, they were looking forward to whatever was about to happen.

The announcement ceremony which was usually a pain in the ass for the disciples had now suddenly became an exciting event.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Loud cheers from the crowd of inner sect disciples started to erupt one by one until the whole place was filled with everyone urging them to show some drama and fun.

Meanwhile, the newer disciples were visibly sweating as they watched one of the students from their batch try and take on a senior student.

Although they were not familiar with who or what she was, there was still the collective feeling of being disciples form the same batch.

"What do you say?" Le fang ling curled up her lip in an enchanting smile that seemed to be challenging him further to accept her proposal.

"Ooooooooooooo….." Cheers resounded from the group of senior disciples among which Ming Jiu was the one in leading.

"Kick him in the balls!" He shouted words of cheers towards Le fang ling which only further set the crowd in motion.

"I, err…." The disciple anxiously looked around as he tried to make a decision but the enormous crowd, all of whom were dressed in green robes and shouting like a mad man made him feel out of place.

*Bang!*

Whoosh~~~

With a loud bang, the door of the hall flew open and a gust of wind entered the hall, lifting up the skirts of the female disciples above their knees as it passed by them.

Everyone instinctively placed their hands on their skirts to prevent them from being lifted up any further.

"Wind based affinity huh, I am not jelly." Ming Jiu wiped the red line that was falling down his nose and lamented.

'Now which pervert appeared?' Le fang Ling turned her attention to the door and saw a tall and slender figure standing on the entrance of the hall, holding a large bamboo paper fan.

  "What is going on here?" A soft but extremely cold voice echoed in the hall when Elder Lin entered the hall, her robes slightly swaying along with the wind.