Lin Qian stood stunned for a full three seconds after hearing Yu Xingwu’s words.
Only then did she realize that Yu Xingwu had done it on purpose!
She’d deliberately misled her into buying an expensive longsword!
Although Lin Qian was so furious she wanted to stamp her feet, she refused to admit defeat.
“Why should I be angry? It’s only fifty thousand Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones! I can afford it, and I’m certainly not short of money!”
“But you! You’re Sword Venerable Feng Chen’s disciple, yet you’ve decided to cultivate saber techniques! Just wait until you’re expelled from Zhaoyao Peak! Hmph!”
Yu Xingwu, just you wait! I’ll make sure everyone in the sect knows that you’ve chosen the path of Saber Cultivation and betrayed your own master!
Seeing Lin Qian leave, Yu Xingwu wasn’t the least bit worried that she would spread the news about her buying a saber.
After all, Yu Xingwu had never intended to keep it a secret!
Besides, how could something as significant as acknowledging another master possibly remain hidden?
Not only did she have no intention of hiding it, but she’d already planned to seek out a new master immediately after buying her saber.
She was a woman of action, after all.
Seeing that Yu Xingwu was about to leave, Qin Ying couldn’t help asking, “Who are you planning to learn saber techniques from? Whom do you want to acknowledge as your master?”
Yu Xingwu’s eyes flickered as an idea suddenly occurred to her.
“Deacon Qin, I want to become Immortal Venerable Yun Ci’s disciple. Could you help introduce me to him?”
“I’ve already promised to help you pursue my father. Can’t you do me this little favor in return?”
Qin Ying: “…” So you’re not content with offending your own master. You want to drag me into it too?
Oh well. That’s what I get for being so fond of Yu Zheng.
…
Half an hour later, Yu Xingwu and Qin Ying appeared halfway up Xingluo Peak.
The disciples guarding the mountain looked at Yu Xingwu as though they’d just spotted a notorious bully.
If Qin Ying hadn’t accompanied her to Xingluo Peak, Yu Xingwu probably wouldn’t even have made it through the mountain gate.
What puzzled the guards was that Yu Xingwu was supposed to be Sword Venerable Feng Chen’s disciple.
As a Sword Cultivator, why was she carrying a saber on her back?
Speaking of which, carrying the saber on her back had actually been Qin Ying’s suggestion.
The strategy was called—Appealing to someone’s interests.
Everyone knew that Immortal Venerable Yun Ci carried a saber on his back wherever he went. Clearly, he was extremely fond of sabers.
Qin Ying’s idea of appealing to his interests was to have Yu Xingwu carry the Red Lotus Saber on her back as well.
One look at her, and anyone would think she was a young female Saber Cultivator!
All of Immortal Venerable Yun Ci’s disciples were men. Surely he’d take a liking to a young woman who practiced saber techniques!
And even if he didn’t particularly like her, it would be enough if he didn’t dislike her!
When Yu Xingwu and Qin Ying reached the summit of Xingluo Peak, they immediately spotted Immortal Venerable Yun Ci practicing with his saber.
Immortal Venerable Yun Ci wore a long silver robe. The saber in his hand was razor-sharp, its cold gleam flashing through the air. His strikes were incredibly swift, each carrying tremendous force and stirring clouds of dust into the air.
Yu Xingwu had never studied saber techniques before. In fact, she hadn’t even begun learning the basics.
Watching Immortal Venerable Yun Ci’s movements, she secretly gave his technique a name—The Random Slashing Saber Technique.
After all, she couldn’t understand what he was doing, so wasn’t he just swinging his saber around randomly?
But jokes aside, Immortal Venerable Yun Ci’s saber techniques were renowned throughout the entire Cultivation World.
He was known as the Number One Saber Master Under Heaven.
Later, he would even become known as the Saber Immortal, which showed that no one in the entire Cultivation World could rival his mastery of the saber.
It was precisely because of this that, although Sword Cultivators made up the majority of the sect, there were still plenty of disciples eager to study under Immortal Venerable Yun Ci.
As far as Yu Xingwu knew, Immortal Venerable Yun Ci had already accepted nine Direct Disciples.
Including her, that would make ten. (✧ω✧)
She shamelessly decided, entirely on her own, that from now on her name would be Little Ten.
Immortal Venerable Yun Ci returned his saber to its sheath.
Compared to the sharp, imposing presence he’d displayed moments earlier, he now appeared exceptionally refined and gentle.
Yu Xingwu couldn’t help marveling at the contrast.
Just a moment ago, he looked like he could cut down anyone who crossed his path. Now he’s wearing such a gentle expression! This contrast is absolutely irresistible!
I want to become Immortal Venerable Yun Ci’s biggest fan!
“This disciple, Yu Xingwu, pays her respects to Immortal Venerable Yun Ci.”
People often said that when you liked someone—no, when you admired someone—it was impossible to conceal that admiration in your eyes.
At that moment, Yu Xingwu had completely forgotten about her established persona. All she wanted was to leave Immortal Venerable Yun Ci with a good impression.
But then she remembered that Immortal Venerable Yun Ci had witnessed the scene she’d caused at last night’s banquet, and her confidence suddenly wavered.
After all, what Immortal Venerable would willingly accept an arrogant, domineering disciple who enjoyed bullying her fellow sect members?
Her heart sank.
It suddenly felt unbearably cold.
For the first time, she genuinely hated the fact that she was stuck playing such a vicious character.
But Yu Xingwu wasn’t someone who gave up easily.
She refused to believe that her gift of persuasion wouldn’t be enough to convince him to accept her as his disciple.
And if that really didn’t work, she’d simply have to think of another way.
Fortunately, Qin Ying proved to be an excellent ally.
As soon as Yu Xingwu finished paying her respects, Qin Ying began speaking well of her, while also making her situation sound as pitiful as possible.
“Immortal Venerable Yun Ci, this is Yu Xingwu, the Grand Elder’s adopted daughter and Sword Venerable Feng Chen’s youngest disciple.”
“This poor girl has had a difficult time lately. Her father, whom she’s known all her life, suddenly became someone else’s father. Her master has just accepted another disciple, and I heard that at the Disciple Acceptance Banquet, they hadn’t even prepared a seat for her. She also inexplicably ended up with another Senior sister.”
“Today, this girl came to the Myriad Treasures Pavilion to buy a weapon, only to have the weapon she liked snatched away by a disciple from Wangxia Peak.”
“As the saying goes, even a fallen tiger can be bullied by dogs. I truly felt sorry for the girl. When I saw that she wanted to buy a saber, I asked her about it. That’s when I learned that she’s admired you since childhood and has always wanted to become your disciple.”
“Otherwise, she never would have declared in front of so many people last night that she wanted to acknowledge another master.”
“I know there’s an established rule that a disciple shouldn’t acknowledge two masters. But this girl has only just reached Foundation Establishment. Without a master to guide her properly, her exceptional talent and Fire-Attribute Heavenly Spiritual Root would simply go to waste.”
“After giving it considerable thought, I decided to bring her here to meet you, Immortal Venerable Yun Ci. Considering her admiration for you and her love of saber techniques, would you be willing to let her stay on Xingluo Peak and teach her? It would be fine even if you didn’t formally accept her as your disciple.”
“Besides, that Red Lotus Saber remained in the Myriad Treasures Pavilion for so long without anyone taking an interest in it, yet this girl happened to buy it. In a way, it seems she has a certain affinity with you, Immortal Venerable Yun Ci.”
“It’s rare for a female disciple in the sect to take an interest in saber techniques. Immortal Venerable Yun Ci, wouldn’t you like to accept a female disciple?”
Saber Cultivators were generally straightforward people who didn’t waste their time on complicated schemes or hidden motives.
Immortal Venerable Yun Ci had attended last night’s banquet from beginning to end and witnessed everything that happened.
As far as he was concerned, Yu Xingwu had every right to be upset about suddenly gaining another Senior Sister.
He’d never heard of someone accepting a new disciple and then placing that disciple ahead of an existing one in seniority. It showed a complete disregard for proper order.
And so what if Yu Xingwu was an adopted daughter? Did that mean she didn’t deserve to attend last night’s banquet?
No matter what, she was still a disciple of Zhaoyao Peak, yet they hadn’t even prepared a seat for her until later.
If she were his disciple, he would never allow her to suffer such humiliation.
As for the unwritten rule in the Cultivation World about acknowledging more than one master, he didn’t particularly care about it.
His own fourth disciple cultivated both talismans and saber techniques. Not only had he entered the path of Saber Cultivation, but he’d also pursued the Dao of Talismans.
Naturally, as a Saber Cultivator, Yun Ci couldn’t teach him how to draw talismans.
That was why he’d allowed his fourth disciple to acknowledge Daoist Lingyunzi of Fuhua Peak as another master.
And just as Qin Ying had said, Yu Xingwu possessed a Fire-Attribute Heavenly Spiritual Root, giving her an exceptional aptitude for cultivation. Fire-Attribute Spiritual Roots were particularly well suited to both saber techniques and swordsmanship.
All the disciples under his tutelage were men, and he’d wanted to accept a female disciple for quite some time.
Unfortunately, there hadn’t been any female disciples in the sect who wished to pursue the path of Saber Cultivation.
He wanted everyone to understand that women were perfectly capable of becoming Saber Cultivators, and that women who practiced saber techniques weren’t necessarily any less skilled than men.
Yu Xingwu certainly seemed suitable.
It was just that arrogant, domineering temperament of hers…