Hold Tight to the Female Lead's Thigh [Transmigration GL] - Episode 11

Qi Yong’s expression darkened—wasn’t the Right Protector blatantly implying he didn’t follow the sect’s rules? He had wholeheartedly supported her for the position of sect leader, yet she stubbornly insisted on appointing this unknown person as Left Protector. It was infuriating!

“Protector, please heed this subordinate’s advice!” Even so, Qi Yong stood his ground, refusing to yield. “Miss Cui has only recently joined the sect. There will be plenty of time in the future, there’s no need to rush the appointment of Left Protector.”

Taohua couldn’t help but nod in agreement. These words resonated deeply with her! She just wanted to quietly cling to a powerful patron, not become some kind of Protector!

A cold glare from Guan Fusha made Taohua freeze mid-motion. She lowered her head to stare at the exquisite embroidered shoes on her feet, continuing to play the role of the pitiful, obedient little wife.

“If the position of Left Protector will belong to my junior sister sooner or later, what difference does it make whether it’s now or later?” Guan Fusha countered with a faint smile, showing no intention of compromising with Qi Yong.

“Protector!” Qi Yong couldn’t hide his irritation. He truly couldn’t understand why the Right Protector favored this girl so much, even to the point of openly defying him, a senior elder of the sect, in front of everyone.

“Am I wrong?” Guan Fusha asked with a smile. “Elder Qi, as one of the Three Yuan Elders, should know the sect’s rules well. The Night God Sect’s regulations were established by our founding patriarch. Every member, from the highest to the lowest, must strictly adhere to them even successive sect leaders are no exception. Violators face expulsion at best and death at worst. Elder Qi, surely you’re not suggesting. I should knowingly break the rules?”

Qi Yong’s face instantly paled, nearly choking on his fury. “What are you implying, Protector? I have served the Night God Sect faithfully for years, dedicating myself wholeheartedly to every sect leader without a trace of disloyalty. I, Qi Yong, swear to the heavens.”

“Elder Qi, calm down, take a moment.”

“Elder Qi, the Protector couldn’t possibly mean that—”

“Right, Elder, please sit and have some tea first.”

Seeing Qi Yong so enraged that his beard bristled and his eyes bulged, even raising his hand to swear a solemn oath, the onlookers hurriedly stepped in to mediate, trying to diffuse the tension.

A man in a blue scholar’s robe, around Qi Yong’s age, whispered in his ear, “Elder, the Right Protector is still young and inexperienced. She must have been deceived by someone to make such a rash decision. Arguing with her here will only create discord. Perhaps it’s better to yield for now.”

Qi Yong’s anger flared even hotter at these words. Given his status in the sect, even Sect Leader Dongfang Wen treated him with deference. Yet now, Guan Fusha—merely a Protector—dared disregard him so openly. If this continued, where would it end?

“Very well. Then I must trouble the Protector to summon the Sect Leader. According to sect rules, the appointment of Protectors must be decided by the Sect Leader. Even if Miss Cui has been accepted as the Sect Leader’s disciple, without the Sect Leader’s decree, she absolutely cannot assume the position of Left Protector.” Qi Yong rose and clasped his hands toward Guan Fusha, his voice icy.

With a flicker of her gaze, Guan Fusha immediately understood what Qi Yong was plotting.

My master preferred tranquility and detested complicated matters. Ever since she became the Right Protector, he had dumped all the sect’s affairs onto her, ostensibly to train her, but in reality, just to avoid dealing with the trivialities himself. That old bastard Qi Yong had made this request deliberately, knowing full well my master’s temperament. He would never step forward to issue an order on behalf of his disciple.

She chuckled lightly. “Since I was fifteen, the sect leader has personally decreed that all sect affairs be entrusted to me for handling. That is to say, during the sect leader’s closed-door cultivation, my duty is to act in his stead in all matters concerning the sect. Naturally, that includes the position of Left Protector.”

“Right Protector, your words are mistaken,” Qi Yong stroked his beard, his eyes narrowing slightly. “According to what you just said, all disciples of the Night God Sect must strictly adhere to sect rules. The rules are clear as day, only the sect leader has the authority to decide which of his disciples shall assume the roles of Left and Right Protector. Though the Right Protector has long acted on behalf of the sect leader in handling all affairs, you are, after all, not the sect leader. By the rules, you have no authority to decide the position of Left Protector.”

At this point, Qi Yong suddenly paused, a cold smirk flashing in his eyes. “…Surely, the Right Protector does not intend to defy the sect rules passed down by our founding ancestor?”

A flicker of ruthlessness passed through Guan Fu Sha’s eyes, vanishing in an instant, unseen by anyone. A faint smile still graced her lips. “Since these are the rules passed down by our founding ancestor, how would I dare defy them? However—”

“However, there is another method to decide the position of Protector, aside from the sect leader’s decree.” A figure clad in vibrant red suddenly entered, interrupting Guan Fu Sha. Her face was lovely, her figure alluring, and from the beaded hairpins atop her head to the embroidered slippers on her feet, she was adorned in eye-catching crimson. Truly a vision of charm.

She glided gracefully to the empty seat beside Qi Yong and sat down, lifting a teacup to take a sip before smiling. “My apologies, I had matters to attend to today, so I arrived late.”

With that, she cast a flirtatious glance at Qi Yong, nearly giving the old man a heart attack.

Qi Yong flicked his sleeve and turned away, refusing to look at her, his aged face flushed red with anger. He spat furiously, “Utterly shameless!”

Guan Fu Sha, in stark contrast, beamed with delight. “Yan Hong, your timing is impeccable.”

From the moment the red-clad woman entered, Taohua had been studying her. Combined with Guan Fu Sha’s casual use of her name, Taohua finally recalled who this person was.

Yan Hong, the head of the Night God Sect’s Punishment Hall, was Guan Fu Sha’s childhood friend and had joined the sect because of her. The two had grown up together, sharing a deep bond. Rumor had it that Dongfang Wen had once considered taking Yan Hong as his disciple, but she, unwilling to fight Guan Fusha for the position of sect leader in the future, had politely declined his offer. Later, somehow, she became the head of the Punishment Hall—effectively Guan Fu Sha’s most trusted confidante.

“My tardiness today is inexcusable. I beg for the Protector’s forgiveness,” Yan Hong said with a graceful bow, though anyone with eyes could see it was merely for show.

“Hall Master Yan Hong was delayed by sect affairs. How could I possibly blame you?” Guan Fusha stepped forward personally to help her up, feigning ignorance. “As for what you mentioned earlier…?”

“Yes, Dharma Protector,” Yan Hong deliberately walked up to Qi Yong and said, “According to the sect rules, while the positions of Left and Right Dharma Protectors are determined by the sect leader, if one of these positions has been vacant for an extended period and a suitable candidate emerges, the eight hall masters may vote on their appointment provided the other Dharma Protector agrees.”

Qi Yong’s expression darkened. He was naturally aware of this rule, but since the founding of the Night God Sect, such a situation had never arisen. Historically, all Left and Right Dharma Protectors had been personally chosen by the sect leader, rendering this regulation virtually obsolete.

This was truly a miscalculation. To think he’d been outmaneuvered by these two young upstarts.