“By the way, Brother Cheng, last time you asked Second Elder to pass a message to Qinghan. It just so happens she’s here now…”
[It would be best if this killed your hopes. If not, I don’t care. Qinghan is mine no matter what!]
Ye Qinghan heard this inner thought and was stirred with emotion—her master was confronting fate itself for her!
Naturally, Cheng Liang wouldn’t dare to steal someone’s disciple in front of so many people. If word got out, he’d become a laughingstock. He had already been humiliated once when Ye Qinghan rejected him to his face. He didn’t intend to be humiliated again.
“It’s nothing important. I just thought, since Brother Su is accepting a disciple for the first time and lacks experience, if Qinghan ever needs anything, given our relationship, I should help.”
Su Cheng was about to respond when Ye Qinghan stepped forward and squeezed in front of him… She wasn’t mute, just didn’t need to speak when her master was around. But now, it was time for her to talk—for her to make her stance clear.
“Master treats me like his own child. I have never lacked food, clothing, or heavenly treasures.”
“Besides, having accepted Master’s kindness, it is only right that I share both hardship and honor with him. Food and clothing are mere bodily desires; finery is just cloth to cover the body. I’ve never cared for such things.”
“I appreciate Sect Master Cheng’s kindness, but I hope you focus more on the well-being of your own disciples.”
“Just the other day, I saw Sister Shangguan. She said you’ve been ignoring her and treating her coldly.”
Though the table was full of sly old foxes, even without directly slapping Cheng Liang, Ye Qinghan’s words made the surrounding patriarchs start whispering among themselves.
Who wouldn’t understand the message? In plain words: she didn’t care at all for the Heavenly Dao Pavilion. Even if her master was poor, she was willing to follow him!
Cheng Liang, mind your own business!
Some old foxes snickered at the little fox’s words, while Cheng Liang was left swallowing his frustration.
What could he do—kill Ye Qinghan on the spot? Or kill Su Cheng?
If that got out, the tale would be that the sect master of Heavenly Dao Pavilion lusted after his senior brother’s disciple and even resorted to murder to claim the beauty!
Did he not already have enough humiliating stories about him going around?
“Qinghan, the secret realm won’t open for a while. I’ll chat with them. You go have some fun,” Su Cheng said.
Ye Qinghan nodded. Her part was done here anyway, so she obediently went off to play.
Elder Shi, sitting nearby, seemed to enjoy the drama and remarked cheerfully, “If my wife were half as sensible as your disciple, I’d be content!”
“Heh, Elder Shi, you’re quite the joker. This disciple of mine is just a little fox spirit who’s good at flattery! I’ve heard the Saintess of Sacred Mountain is truly gifted—so young yet already bears the title of Saintess!”
Though Su Cheng’s words sounded polite, they carried a hidden barb. Everyone here knew that while the Saintess was born with talent, she was actually a fool, her intellect stuck at a child’s level.
Comparing my precious disciple to your wife? Please.
You insult me? Then let’s hurt each other equally.
What Su Cheng didn’t know was that at this very moment, the so-called Saintess was chatting with Ye Qinghan.
Unfortunately, the conversation wasn’t going smoothly. Ye Qinghan didn’t like talking to anyone but her master.
“None of your business. Get lost.”
“Can I be your friend?”
“No.”
“I like your master. That’s why I want to be your friend.”
Ye Qinghan froze on the spot. Hearing that almost drove her into Qi deviation.
“If you say something like that again, I’ll kill you right now!”
Her words were accompanied by a loud thud—a massive sword case slammed down at the Saintess’s feet, shaking the ground and drawing the attention of Su Cheng and several nearby patriarchs.
“What happened, Qinghan?”
“Nothing,” Ye Qinghan replied without looking back, just glaring coldly at the simple-looking Saintess in front of her.
Su Cheng smirked and didn’t bother hiding the truth about Tranquil Cloud Sect. His next words were loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Qinghan, what did I teach you? With so many people around, don’t kill anyone recklessly—certainly don’t wipe out entire sects. Whatever’s going on, wait till we’re back at Soaring Immortal Hall. I’ll help you plan properly.”
“Alright!” Ye Qinghan almost ground her teeth saying that.
This brain-dead Saintess was a criminal! She actually dared to like her master? Even if Cheng Liang could live—this one had to die!
Behead her! Dismember her! Tear her apart with five horses! She had to die beyond saving!
What damn Saintess of Sacred Mountain? Sacred Mountain couldn’t even train their own Saintess properly?
She just came out and went into heat?
“Heh, you dare to steal my man? How many lives do you think you have, Miss Saintess?”
“Probably just one. But I really like your master!”
The Saintess looked genuinely sincere, as if her honesty would move Ye Qinghan to hand over her master…
“Then you’re going to die soon.”
“That can’t be. I’m very healthy. I can give your master strong, healthy children!” This story is hosted at g.com.
One had to admit—the Saintess really knew how to make friends.
“I’m going to kill you right now!”
The sword case that had just been put away slammed to the ground again with a bang.
This time, the case opened instantly—inside were several gleaming Immortal Swords!
“Qinghan! Calm down! What did she do to make you this angry?!”
Ye Qinghan’s molars were about to crack from clenching. Her right hand was already forming a sword seal, but upon seeing her master, she slowly lowered it…
“Sect Master Su, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Li Shiyao. I just wanted to be friends with Sister Qinghan, but I think I messed it up.”
[So this is Li Shiyao? She seems pitiful, but this girl might end up killing me. I can’t get involved with her.]
[Li Shiyao may be gifted, but with the intelligence of a child. Ever since she joined the Heavenly Dao Pavilion, she’s been bullied by the female disciples and willingly became Cheng Liang’s toy, thinking he’ll make her smarter!]
Ye Qinghan paused—ah! This might be a good opportunity.
She glanced at her master, who nodded slightly, signaling everything was fine. Only then did she turn back to Li Shiyao.
Heh, better go back to being Cheng Liang’s toy!
Don’t think I don’t know what you’re plotting. Trying to harm my master? Dream on!
“I’d be happy to be your friend,” Ye Qinghan smiled, already forming a plan in her mind.
“Yay! Can I call you Sister Qinghan?”
“Of course. But you’re not allowed to like my master,” Ye Qinghan said with a warm smile, her eyes full of affection for her sweet little sister.
“Why not?”
“Because Master is actually a big bad guy. I can’t escape now. I just don’t want you to follow in my footsteps.”
Though Li Shiyao looked mature—and even had a figure slightly more developed than Ye Qinghan’s—her face always carried a certain innocent stupidity… or rather, purity.
“Huh? But your master is so handsome and seems really nice. That’s not what you said earlier.”
Ye Qinghan hugged Li Shiyao close like a real sister and whispered secrets just between girls.
“If I don’t say that, Master will beat me with a whip… until I pass out…”
She covered her face with her sleeve, pretending to cry, her voice trembling like a helpless weak girl with no one to rely on… utterly pitiful.