"Is the book 'Heavenly Pulse Sword God' a pirated copy?" Wen Jingge was a restless person who always pondered things when she had nothing to do. "Non-existent" had become accustomed to her eccentricities.
"How could that be? No way."
"Really not?"
【Won't. 】
"Then tell me, what's the deal with my current treatment?"
As for the eldest disciple, Liang Si, he's just a guy who blindly follows Wen Jinge's lead.
As for the second disciple, Qiao Yu, that guy is now a mummy, recovering in bed, and Wang Xi is feeding him every meal.
Yang Wennan, the third disciple, was holding two swords, a Gouchen sword, and a Moqin (a type of zither) in his arms, patiently wiping them with a satisfied smile on his face.
The fourth disciple, Yuan Qingling, not only handed over all her spirit stones and gold, but was also holding Wen Jingge's leg and massaging it, making her a perfect spa therapist.
Junior Sister Wang Xi was carrying a bag of fruits and vegetables she had brought from various peaks. She was rubbing Wen Jingge's shoulders while feeding her.
"I have a feeling that I've stumbled into some kind of terrible place," Wen Jingge thought to herself. "The moment I opened my eyes, before I could even say a word, this is what happened."
[...]
"It's been two days, two days. Every time, I can only escape this torment by pretending to be asleep. Do you know what I'm thinking?"
They're not the main characters, no need to worry about them.
"I'm the villain!"
[...]
"I'm going to become the strongest villain!"
[...]
"So you understand now?"
【don't know. 】
"I fucking love this feeling! Look at how they describe me in 'Heavenly Pulse Sword God'! He throws away thousands of dollars just to hear a sound; he tosses spirit stones just to see a flowing spring; he plays pranks just for fun. I initially thought this guy was a complete idiot, but now I realize the idiot is me! It's just too awesome."
[...] It had a bad feeling.
"Disperse!" Wen Jingge stood up, and the disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. "I'm going out for a walk."
What are you going to do?
"Take a look at my magnificent land."
[...]
Wen Jingge went to the outer mountain. All the disciples inside and outside the sect had already changed into flying fish robes. The remaining six peak masters and all the elders had no objections. After all, they were not the ones who paid for it. Moreover, the flying fish robes were better looking than the old linen and white cloth robes, which was more conducive to showing the unique style of Xuan Yun Sect to the outside world.
Then, a bizarre scene unfolded. The three disciples following behind watched as the light in their master's eyes grew increasingly intense. They looked at these wandering disciples as if they had spotted some kind of treasure, wishing they could devour them whole.
Wang Xi was bold. As the junior sister, she was the master's favorite. She asked, "Master, should we still change the dress code?"
The legendary aloof and domineering Master Wen shook his head slightly, a twisted smile gradually spreading across his lips, and uttered in a cold voice: "No, I am not your master. From now on, please call me Eunuch."
The three disciples were completely baffled and could only sit on the roof and look up at the sky, while their master was having a silly, eccentric laugh as he talked to the system in his head: "I love this tune to death, next target."
"Non-existent" didn't dare to interrupt. If it loves, it loves. The plot has already changed, and it can only leave it to fate.
"Where are you going, Master?" Yuan Qingling was very perceptive. Although Wen Jingge's behavior was somewhat eccentric, their senior brother Liang Si had once reprimanded them, saying that their master would not do anything in vain.
Wen Jingge narrowed her eyes and circled around Yuan Qingling, "Have you been slacking off in your training these past few days?"
Yuan Qingling was taken aback. Was his master going to instruct him in swordsmanship?
But then he thought about it again and became worried.
These past few days, Wang Xi, the junior sister, has been busy paying respects to the sect leaders and trying to curry favor with Wen Jinge. He was the most dull-witted one, and seeing the two juniors serving their master so diligently, he naturally had to do the same!
He's been serving Wen Jingge these past few days, so he hasn't had any time to practice his skills.
"This disciple is foolish and stupid, and has not yet..."
“This disciple has not done so,” Yang Wennan added. “Please punish me, Master.”
He was obsessed with swords; he was mesmerized by those two unusual swords. His master had already punished his junior brother, so he would surely be next.
"Master~" Wang Xi said coquettishly to Wen Jingge, but she didn't kneel down. "I didn't either."
Looking at the two kneeling on the ground, and then thinking of the large number of people kneeling in front of him after they came out of the Illusion of No Form that day, Wen Jinge found Wang Xi even more pleasing to the eye. He patted the little girl's head and said, "Let's go find your senior brother."
"Then, what about the two senior brothers?"
"I didn't make them kneel." Wen Jinge didn't even look at them before flying off on her sword towards Wanzhang Peak.
Yang Wennan and Yuan Qingling looked at each other, and only stood up after Wen Jinge's figure had completely disappeared from sight. "Fourth Junior Brother, why do I feel that Master is not as domineering as the legends say?"
"I also discovered that, and I heard that after Master entered the illusion, he had the Lingxiao Peak Master, who was on good terms with him, beat our second senior brother and win the first prize, saying it was to bring good luck. When the second senior brother first entered the sect, he was humiliated by Master. For an ordinary person like him, it was a bit difficult to go from Wanzhang Peak to the outer mountain, but it was precisely because of this that the second senior brother was able to reach the ninth rank of cultivation."
The commotion heard on the mountain that day was supposedly caused by Master to protect Second Senior Brother. Second Senior Brother said that the one who saved him was an old man in black robes. Junior Sister also told me that when she met Master in the illusion, Master was wearing all black. Second Senior Brother originally called Master Song Qian. Later, Master's disguise disappeared, and that's when he recognized Master.
Moreover, have you noticed that there are rumors that our master is at odds with Uncle Fan and Uncle Shan? But when I mentioned this the other day, I was scolded by Uncle Fan. It was only after that I accidentally saw the image of our master on the memorial stone that I realized I was truly a frog in a well.
As for Senior Uncle Shan, based on my years of experience observing people, he doesn't seem to dislike our Master that much. As for the other peak masters, some are close, some are respected, but apart from Lingxiao Peak, I haven't heard of any peak master who could persuade Master to move to another peak.”
"You can't judge a book by its cover." Yang Wennan thought of what Liang Siwei had said to clear Wen Jinge's name before they entered the room: "If Master were really so incompetent, Senior Brother wouldn't have returned after leaving the peak. He personally attended to everything for Master."
Wen Jingge was still busy on Wanzhang Peak, telling Wang Xi to go to Qinghong Peak to deceive the trees, busy telling Liang Si to count the spirit stones, and even busier knocking Qiao Yu unconscious. She was completely unaware that her image in the eyes of her two disciples had undergone a complete transformation.
This wasn't just the idea of the two direct disciples; the other disciples shared the same sentiment.
"Master, you've come to see me?" Qiao Yu's eyes were filled with tears. This time, he did not rush to get close to Wen Jingge.
After a few days of calm, he realized that although his master was extremely harsh and even unreasonable on the surface, he secretly cared for him and protected him in secret. This already showed his status in his master's heart.
The Master's reasons for doing this must be quite profound.
"Yes, this is the medicine I brewed for you myself. Drink it and get a good night's sleep."
Without saying a word or asking any questions, Qiao Yu gratefully drank it.
Then, he fainted.
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