Wen Jingge glared at Wang Xi, that little girl. How come her disciple is acting like a husky that has been unleashed just because she came out of the mountain?
Where's your face?
Aren't you ashamed?
She wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.
Unfortunately, Wang Xi was still there, thinking that her master was not revealing his true feelings and mistakenly believing that she had touched Wen Jinge's heart, and she was smiling foolishly. Just as she was about to say something, Yang Wennan's hand covered her mouth at the right time.
Yang Wennan's face was flushed, and her ears were red as well.
Looking at the remaining few people, Wen Jingge breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, at least there was one normal person.
"Master, you just mentioned collecting debts?" Yang Wennan tried to find a topic to talk about, and then he thought about how they had been earning their food through his shamanistic rituals these past few days, and suddenly he could understand.
"Never mind that for now." Wen Jingge tossed the gold and stone to the waiter, asked for two rooms, and then stepped into the house.
Wang Xi shared a room with her, while the remaining three disciples shared a room. When the disciples went out to work, Wen Jingge would either sleep at the inn or find a scenic spot to enjoy the view and paint.
"Master, shall we go out?" Wang Xi noticed that his master was not in a very good mood. The disciples were all crammed into one room, waiting for Wen Jingge's instructions.
“Go back to your own rooms! Something’s not right.” Wen Jingge stood by the window, his heart pounding, a sense of powerlessness spreading through him. As if remembering something, he added, “Qiao Yu, let your Grandmaster come up.”
"Oh, okay." Qiao Yu was very happy.
He felt that he could finally do something for his master, and that he could finally have a place to use his skills.
“Next time…” Wen Jingge looked at Yang Wennan, then at Wang Xi, “Next time there’s a shamanistic performance, Yang Wennan shouldn’t go. Qiao Yu and Wang Xi should go together.”
Yang Wennan: "Master..."
He had just experienced the pleasure of pretending to be blind, and now his master couldn't even give up this one and only pleasure?
"Your cultivation is progressing too slowly. You should discuss it with Sisi more often when you have time."
"About a month ago..."
"That was a month ago."
"..."
Yang Wennan was deeply moved. He had been pretending to be invisible all along, but he could clearly see the attitude of their master towards them as disciples.
The eldest brother, with his unhurried and unhurried nature, is the head steward of Wanzhang Peak. He is deeply favored by the master and was once personally instructed by the grandmaster, so his aptitude must be quite good.
The second senior brother was originally disliked, but because of the master, he also came to love him because of the master. And he himself, like the master, was a born swordsman.
He was just one of the disciples who had helped their master that day, so he was taken in as a casual gesture.
The fourth junior brother was in an even more awkward situation than him, but from the moment he reached the Ten Thousand Zhang Peak, his master had been looking for a way to make him young again. Recalling his former identity as the head of the Lan Yue Sword Sect, his master, though he complained, had always taken him very seriously.
As for the junior sister, she doesn't have to be serious about practicing. Master spoils her and lets her play around. Master doesn't expect her to make much contribution to the peak. Besides, she also has the identity of a princess of a country.
Of all these people, he was the only truly mediocre one.
No background, no talent, no wealth—just a nobody...
He used to think he was the least valued one...
He could speak his mind bravely in front of others, but in front of his master, if he spoke like Wang Xi, he would only feel ashamed. He thought he had a long life ahead of him and could improve slowly.
Only now did he realize that every disciple was important to his master.
"What are you daydreaming about!" Wen Jingge snapped, closing the window behind her.
More and more people are gathering here. Although they look like ordinary laborers and peddlers, their auras are mixed, and there should be more than just sword cultivators coming.
The area around Xuanyun Sect is known for its sword cultivators, because the sect's founder, a man of special status, used his sword to express his determination to eradicate the evil forces in the world and restore prosperity to the righteous path.
That person did indeed achieve it single-handedly, but after his fall, the Demon Lord's seal would loosen once every thousand years, which led to the deaths of many high-level cultivators in later generations at the hands of the Demon Clan.
"Oh, I, I'll go out."
"Stay!" The words came from Qiao Yu's mouth, but the expression was clearly that of the Grandmaster.
"Where's my junior sister?" Yang Wennan looked around; only he and his two elders were in the room. "She...she's gone to the next room."
"Hmm, you don't respond when I call you, so I sent them out to run errands." Lu Wei lay sprawled on the bed, then closed her eyes again after speaking.
"Master..."
"It's okay, just find somewhere to sit."
"No, what I mean is that I can go out and help my senior brother and the others, although I don't know what happened yet."
"It's alright. If someone's causing trouble, just confront them. If you can't beat them, I'll help you fight back. There's no need to swallow your anger."
“I remember you’re from the Xuan Yun Sect,” Lu Wei said coldly.
Wen Jingge was always well-behaved when he was asleep, but as soon as he came out, she would cause trouble.
How can she be so carefree?
Aren't you worried about taking advantage of someone's misfortune and running away?
"Then..." Yang Wennan stared blankly at his master: What's wrong with Xuanyun Sect? Can't Xuanyun Sect be bothered?
When he first came to the mountains near Xuanyun Sect to make a living, he once fantasized that if he joined Xuanyun Sect, he could regain his lost dignity in front of the Jian brothers. At that time, the Xuanyun Sect's attire was like mourning clothes, and he always found it funny to think that he could be there to see those two brothers off in their final days.
"Peace is the most important thing, don't cause trouble!" Lu Wei pressed him down on the bed, leaned against the window, looked at Wen Jingge brewing tea at the table, and said angrily, "You are so leisurely, but these disciples are all filled with killing intent because of you."
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