Master?
Chu Weiliang stared wide-eyed at Wen Shubai, unable to believe it.
Last night, when she pretended to be foolish and begged for his protection in the bathtub, he had been arrogant and pretentious, refusing her.
Today, at her most difficult moment, he picked her up from the mud as if she were trash and treasured her like a precious gem.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, all were stunned.
Brahma Heaven Palace had always despised women the most.
Sword Sovereign Wen Shubai never took disciples; he couldn’t even be bothered to teach his own child.
Yet now, so casually, he had taken in this female disciple just discarded by the Thousand Machines Sect—the female demon from a thousand years ago.
Wen Shubai lazily smiled at the murmurs around him.
“Since ancient times, if I don’t enter hell, who will? Does anyone have any objections to what I’ve done today?”
When the Sword Sovereign spoke, his words were grand and flawless. No one dared to object.
Even Fang Jixue could do nothing to stop it.
He had just publicly declared he didn’t want her.
If someone else picked her up, he shouldn’t regret it.
“Disciple Chu Weiliang pays respects to Master!”
Chu Weiliang didn’t hold back at all.
As long as it slapped Fang Jixue in the face, she would even call Wen Shubai “Dad” on the spot.
Wen Shubai understood perfectly.
He had no sincere intention of being her master either.
Anyway, as long as Fang Jixue was unhappy, he was happy.
“Enough, enough, rise. My place isn’t like the Thousand Machines Sect with all those meddlesome rules.”
The Thousand Machines Sect members seethed but didn’t dare speak up: Who are you calling meddlesome?
Wen Shubai rolled up his sleeves, bent down gracefully like a transcendent immortal, and reached out to help her up.
“Disciple, just remember this: from today onward, as my disciple, you must abide by three prohibitions: First, do not betray me. Second, do not deceive your master. Third, do not be fickle or waver in loyalty. Otherwise…”
He glanced at the little black pig, “Otherwise, I’ll nail you to the wall like a pig.”
Feng Xi snorted, displeased.
Chu Weiliang looked up at him, her eyes softening for a moment.
Although this man was unpredictable, both pretentious and sharp-tongued…
His pretentiousness was somewhat endearing, and his sharpness wasn’t unpleasant.
For today’s kindness, if you never betray me, I will never betray you.
But if you betray me like he did…
She gritted her teeth secretly: “Yes, Master.”
The Evil Root was pacified, and the Monsters in the tower no longer howled.
The Myriad Forms Demon Subduing Array returned to calm.
Wen Shubai patted the little bun on her head contentedly, as if petting a favored animal, “Mm, such a good disciple.”
The mutual display of affection between master and disciple was all seen by Fang Jixue.
No one noticed the sharp, glaring red hidden in his eyes.
However, An Nanchan couldn’t tolerate this matter proceeding so smoothly.
Chu Weiliang’s return from revival was surely with ill intentions; today’s events were likely her doing.
In her previous life, it had taken great effort to coax her into willingly facing death.
In this life, if she gained the Sword Sovereign’s protection as well, trying to kill her again would be exceedingly difficult.
If she were to regain all her memories of a thousand years ago when her soul was fully restored… the consequences would be unimaginable.
“Sword Sovereign, you’ve only been in this world for a few hundred years and have lived in seclusion alone all year round. You probably aren’t clear about the events of a thousand years ago. This princess advises you to see clearly before taking her as your disciple—this person, she…”
Wen Shubai, who had been quite pleased, frowned at her words.
“A mere princess of a small kingdom—since when do you have the right to speak in my presence? And what is this ‘princess’ you speak of?”
He turned his head, and a sudden oppressive aura erupted.
An Nanchan felt a sharp pain behind her knees, cried out “Ah!”, and fell to her knees with a thud.
“The Seven Sovereigns and Twelve Sect Masters of Northern Xuan must all show utmost respect before me. What manner of thing are you?”
Wen Shubai rarely wasted so many words on unrelated women.
But for her to look down on his limited experience was one thing—how dare she mock his youth!
Utterly unreasonable from every angle!
Pinned to the ground, An Nanchan was thoroughly humiliated. Unable to move or speak, she could only curse inwardly.
Wen Shubai, that pretentious, sharp-tongued, monstrous pervert! Just because he wields a broken sword, he really thinks he’s the ancestor of Northern Xuan!!!
Wen Shubai paid no mind to her internal drama, continuing to press Fang Jixue:
“By the way, Sect Master Fang, the matter of someone privately releasing monsters doesn’t seem to be resolved yet. With so many guests here for the wedding feast suffering significant injuries, an explanation is surely owed.”
He deftly shifted the focus from Chu Weiliang to An Nanchan.
Most of the representatives from the seven kingdoms and twelve sects present hadn’t witnessed the tragedy at the Sin Cleansing Platform a thousand years ago, but they were still shaken by the recent rampage of monsters, so they nodded in agreement one after another.
Qin Buji immediately chimed in loudly, “Elder Master is right—my hand got scraped just now too.”
Wen Shubai frowned slightly, expressing pity for his junior with a sigh, “Tsk, truly pitiful…”
Chu Weiliang: …
You men of Brahma Heaven Palace really are a bunch of fellows who could give birth to your own children!
Wen Shubai stood facing Fang Jixue from a distance: “I shall return to the guest residence for now, awaiting good news from your Thousand Machines Sect.”
Inviting a god is easier than sending one away.
Unless this matter is thoroughly clarified, their Brahma Heaven Palace would remain in Moon City.
The faint, sharply concealed crimson in Fang Jixue’s eyes had already vanished swiftly, returning to his usual calm composure.
He smiled faintly, his hand within his sleeve lightly rolling a bead of the jade bracelet, perfectly at ease:
“Such a significant matter will surely be investigated by the Church. I believe it would be best for the Sovereign to stay within the Thousand Machines Sect for a few days, to serve as a witness at any time.”
The implication was clear: Wen Shubai wouldn’t be able to take Feng Xi and Chu Weiliang away so easily.
Previously, the two had been well-matched rivals, exchanging barbs upon meeting yet still holding mutual respect.
But today, a true grudge had been formed.
Being able to stay within the Thousand Machines Sect was exactly what Chu Weiliang wanted.
There were still many details about the injustice from back then that needed clarification.
She secretly tugged at Wen Shubai’s sleeve with her fingertip, whispering, “Stay, stay.”
With that tug, Wen Shubai was helpless—he could only indulge her.
“In that case, we’ll trouble you. Oh, and a reminder to Sect Master Fang: in the future, keep your women in check.”
An Nanchan: …
Fang Jixue glanced at An Nanchan, who was still pinned kneeling on the ground.
“The Sword Sovereign must find this amusing. The grand wedding hasn’t been completed, and Princess Nanchan has already left the sect under the Holy Maiden’s orders from the Church.”
So, this woman currently held no substantial relationship with him.
He seldom spoke, but when he did, he cleanly separated both himself and the Thousand Machines Sect from any involvement.
An Nanchan: …
She felt inexplicably riddled like a sieve between the two men.
Wen Shubai was somewhat satisfied, but not entirely.
Making trouble for people was his specialty.
Qin Buji sensed the situation turning sour. If they didn’t leave soon, who knew what further chaos his Elder Master might stir up. He quickly began ushering all the present guests away one by one:
“What is everyone still standing around for? My grand-master is joyfully accepting his first disciple today. Is no one going to offer congratulations?”
Only then did everyone snap out of it: “…Honk honk honk… Congratulations, Ancestor! Felicitations, Ancestor!”
Congratulations immediately surged forth like a tide, rising and falling in an unbroken stream.
Chu Weiliang, thoroughly agitated by Wen Shubai, had nearly forgotten she had returned for revenge.
He truly was a living ancestor.
Wen Shubai glanced sideways at her, seeing she had finally calmed down, and allowed a slight curl to touch his own lips.
To coax you into a better mood and uphold your dignity, this venerable one not only had to condescend to banter with those fools but also laboriously become your Master. Is it easy?
It truly is anything but easy.
So, for heaven’s sake, hurry up and remember where the Demonic Glass Soul went!!!
However, being a Master in Northern Xuan did come with its perks.
These simpletons cared deeply about grand master-disciple righteousness and Grand Master-Disciple Ethics.
Thus, from this moment on, he held the highest authority over Chu Weiliang. Whatever he said, she would have to obey.
Whatever he did, she would have to endure it meekly.
For instance, starting with holding his little disciple’s hand.