Chapter 67
Perhaps her thoughts were too naive?
“Is there anything you want to say, Junior Sister?”
“No.” Li Qingran blushed as she gazed into Yue Qianchi's clear eyes, lowering her head and murmuring, “Senior Sister, I think this place is great. Are there any empty caves available?”
Yue Qianchi pointed up the mountain.
“Look, most of the caves from the mountainside up are empty. Some were opened by disciples themselves, while others are pits left from when our master hunted the Zhenzong Beast. If you’re not satisfied, you can always make your own.”
“Why does everyone prefer to live down below?” Li Qingran asked curiously.
“Convenience,” Yue Qianchi shrugged. “Flying on a sword can be exhausting. Our Sword Pavilion’s motto is: when out and about, if you can stand, don’t fly; if you can sit, don’t stand; if you can lie down, don’t sit; if you can sleep, don’t stay awake; if you can die… cough, cough, that’s the end of it.”
Li Qingran: “…”
Is this the life philosophy of the Sword Pavilion disciples?
It’s quite something.
As they approached the peak, she indeed saw many sword cultivators sprawled out lazily, like one by the waterfall who was sunbathing on a turtle’s back.
At first glance, it seemed quite idle.
But upon closer inspection, there was a unique sense of Zen.
“That’s a senior brother who practices the Path of Emotionlessness, named Yu Yushu. He’s in a state of enlightenment. Usually, he’s as dull as a coffin board,” Yue Qianchi rolled her eyes, speeding up as she led Li Qingran around the mountain.
“So, Junior Sister, have you decided where you want to live?”
Li Qingran blinked, her mind conjuring an image of the cliff at the mountain's peak, where the sun rose in the east and birds sang in chorus.
“Senior Sister, I want to live at the top of the mountain.”
“Sure.” Yue Qianchi wasn’t surprised.
Most disciples choose the mountaintop when they first arrive at the Sword Pavilion.
The view is beautiful, and the horizon is vast.
They think it won’t matter to fly on their swords every day.
But even the most beautiful scenery can become tiresome.
As time passes, they realize how painful it is to fly on their swords to attend morning classes. Not only do they have to wake up early, but they also tire themselves out, moving slower than others who stroll leisurely.
By the time summer’s heat peaks, the blazing sun makes them obedient after a day of exposure. Surviving summer leads to winter’s fierce winds and snowstorms, where the mountain below is filled with birds and flowers, while the mountain above is a frozen wasteland, making them compliant after a night of cold.
Within half a year, these disciples will challenge their seniors to move their caves as close to the foot of the mountain as possible.
Those living near the base are the strongest.
Yue Qianchi brought Li Qingran to the mountaintop, where a small stone house covered in dust stood, clearly abandoned for a long time.
“Alright, Junior Sister, I’ll leave you here. If you need anything, you can use a sound transmission talisman to call me. You’re welcome to visit me at Cave No. 1 at the foot of the mountain.”
Suddenly, a hint of wine fragrance wafted through the air.
Yue Qianchi, who had been lazily lounging, immediately perked up. She hurriedly set Li Qingran down, licking her lips, “Senior Sister is off to drink! Hehehe, see you later!”
With a whoosh, Yue Qianchi flew down the mountain on her sword.
Her voice echoed back from the peak.
“Junior Sister, remember tomorrow’s morning class! Don’t be late!”
As her voice faded, it returned again:
“Xu An, I’ll count to three. Hand over your newly brewed wine, or I’ll smash your cave!”
“Tom-boy, you wish!”
Boom—!
Two streams of sword intent surged in the mountain, followed by a series of fighting sounds that shook the ground. A few cranes perched on the cliff edge were blissfully napping, clearly accustomed to such commotion.
Li Qingran stood at the cliff’s edge for a moment.
Then she turned and stepped into the stone house.
“It’s time to start a new life. After tomorrow’s morning class, I’ll go to the Scripture Pavilion to take a look.”
She must help her master with the poison!
She wants her master to live a long life!
Li Qingran pumped her fist to encourage herself, picking up a broom at the door to tidy up the dusty room.
Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in the void.
[Qingran, it’s been a day since we last met. Have you thought of your master?]
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Chapter 71: Knock? Knock Knock Farm?
“Qingran, I’ve missed you so much!”
In Room 418, Chen Huai'an was pouring out his heart into his phone, unaware that his words had been completely altered. Not far away, Ba Ji was shivering after taking a bite of Cao Heiya.
Hearing Chen Huai'an’s voice, Li Qingran felt as if a lump of honey had melted in her heart, and her whole being seemed to brighten.
“Master! Qingran misses you so much!”
Li Qingran looked around but couldn’t see Chen Huai'an: “Master, where are you?”
[I’m still fighting a great demon, but I’ve left a trace of my consciousness with you, so I can occasionally talk to you.]
Li Qingran felt a twinge of disappointment but quickly regained her composure, asking with concern, “Master, that great demon didn’t hurt you, did it? Your poison…”
[Don’t worry, I’m fine.]
“Oh, that’s good! Master is the strongest!” Li Qingran thought, how could he be fine?
With such severe poison, Master must be in pain, right?
She had already imagined a scene where a white-haired immortal, having just fought, lay against a demon beast’s corpse in a pool of blood, sword still embedded in the beast, enduring pain while conversing with his disciple from miles away.
Just thinking about it made her heart race a thousand times faster.
No, no, no!
Li Qingran blushed and tapped her head.
Is this really the time to think about such things?
“Master, I’ve joined a new sect. Everyone here is really nice to me. Tomorrow, I’ll go to the Scripture Pavilion to help you find a way to detoxify.”
Mentioning this made Chen Huai'an feel gloomy.
[What sect did you join?]
“Jian Ge.” Li Qingran pouted, her eyes sparkling: “I was initially planning to go to Lingxi Valley, but something unexpected happened, and I couldn’t go. The young master of Lingxi Valley doesn’t like men, and when she heard you were a man, she kicked me out.”
[What?! How outrageous!]
Chen Huai'an rolled his eyes in anger, mentally noting the name of that young master in his little notebook: “Qingran, just wait. When you meet that young master, I’ll take care of her for you! Kicking you out? Who does she think she is? My precious disciple, Chen Xianzun’s, can’t be bullied like that!”
[Hmph, that mere Lingxi Valley must be tired of living! How dare they let my disciple suffer? When I return, I’ll deal with them!]
“Master, it’s fine.” Li Qingran shook her head, “That’s all in the past. Everyone has their own taboos. If she doesn’t want to take me as a disciple, that’s her choice. Now I have a better place to belong.”
Chen Huai'an twitched his mouth: “Jian Ge?!”
“Yep!” Li Qingran grinned: “This is the sect where Master used to be! When I saw them flying on swords without setting up a wind barrier, I knew they were clever, right?”
Wait a minute.
Chen Huai'an was stunned.
What’s a wind barrier? Do you need to set up a wind barrier to fly on a sword?
Where is the wind barrier, and how do you set it up?
Also, Jian Ge is the sect he used to be in?
What the heck?!
[Who told you that?]
“It was the sect leader! He said you were the Supreme Elder, but he didn’t know where you went. He also told me to cultivate well and improve my strength, or you might look down on me as your disciple~ Hehe~”
Li Qingran playfully pointed at her chest, her eyes sparkling, her face beaming with a silly smile, not knowing what she was so happy about.
Chen Huai'an looked at Li Qingran’s innocent, foolish eyes.
If he guessed correctly, this silly girl had probably been fooled.
That sect leader was quite the strategist; he must have seen something and directly painted a big picture for Li Qingran. His silly disciple had become a donkey with a carrot tied to its head, while he, Chen Xianzun, had turned into that carrot.
Thinking of this, Chen Huai'an couldn’t help but feel a mix of amusement and exasperation.
“By the way, Master, should I tell the sect leader about your current situation? If the sect leader can help…” Li Qingran’s eyes brightened. She didn’t know what kind of strength Su Qinian had, but he must be at the level of Wu Duantian. Perhaps he could help Master?
[No… um… that’s fine.]
Chen Huai'an initially wanted to refuse outright.
After all, he wasn’t really the Supreme Elder.
But then he thought, since the sect leader had used his name to fool Li Qingran, even if the intention was to make her cultivate seriously, since they had already deceived her, he might as well go along with it and see how the sect leader would handle it.
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