Spring passed and autumn came.
In the blink of an eye, several years had gone by.
The seasons in the mortal world had cycled a few times, but on Lingjian Peak, it was always spring.
In the bamboo forest on Lingjian Peak, the sound of swords slicing through the air rang out nonstop.
A girl in disciple robes was practicing her swordplay in the forest.
She moved so fast she was almost a blur.
Overhead, a white crane flapped its wings, scattering countless pebbles, almost all of which were sliced in half by sword energy before they hit the ground.
This was just the warm-up, but for the girl, today felt a little different.
Suddenly, she stopped moving, letting the remaining pebbles fall to the ground.
The white crane in the air let out a confused cry.
The next second, the girl raised her sword, sending a sharp burst of sword energy piercing through the clouds.
The white crane flapped its wings in panic, letting out a terrified screech.
Then, from above it, came an even more miserable bird cry.
“Thud.” A small figure fell from the sky and hit the ground.
As expected, it was another messenger bird.
The bird that had fallen from the sky had only hurt one wing and would be fine in a couple of days.
The girl walked over and, while the bird struggled in panic, took the letter tied to its leg.
Her delicate brows furrowed as she read the letter, and her lips parted slightly.
In a voice as clear and sweet as an oriole, but with a hint of sass, she spat out some “elegant” words: “Fuck! Damn it!”
“That dumbass doesn’t even look at himself in the mirror.
My Master is like an immortal, and he thinks he can dream about her? ‘I miss you so much I’m going crazy, my heart is as pure as new-fallen snow, heaven and earth can testify’… gross, gross! Why is he called Xiaoyao Zhenjun? He should be called Greasy Zhenjun! A playboy like him dares to say he’s as pure as snow? Don’t insult snow, even snow would get depressed! Why doesn’t the heavens just strike him down with lightning?”
The girl looked delicate and fragile, but the moment she opened her mouth, she turned into a foul-mouthed big sister, making it hard to look at her directly.
The white crane nearby, acting almost human, covered its head with its wing and sighed.
This girl was none other than the grown-up Wen Jiayin, and the letter in her hand was written by that scumbag male lead from the original story.
A flame appeared in her hand, burning the note to ashes.
She’d lost count of how many letters she’d intercepted by now.
At first, she thought the male lead hadn’t shown up for so long because he and her Master hadn’t crossed paths yet—after all, in the original book, her Master appeared pretty late.
But one day, while she was still learning to read in her Master’s arms, a wild goose landed in front of them with a letter in its beak.
Wen Jiayin noticed her Master’s face turn very ugly and thought something big had happened—like a demon clan betrayal, a demonic cultivator attack, or some ancient demon reviving—so she asked about it.
But Xinyun didn’t explain, just crushed the letter into ice shards in front of Wen Jiayin and said, “It’s a letter from someone unimportant.
Jiayin, you don’t need to worry about it.”
Her Master never hid anything from her—except for this.
That’s why Wen Jiayin was like a cat: the more you told her not to do something, the more curious she got.
The answer was revealed one day by accident, thanks to something Wen Jiayin did.
That day, Wen Jiayin was practicing swordplay in the forest as usual.
The surging sword energy made the whole bamboo grove shake.
After sparring with Xinyun for a few days, Wen Jiayin had a breakthrough and finally mastered the third sword technique Xinyun had taught her.
Her fierce sword intent shot up into the sky, and just like today, an innocent skylark was knocked down.
The only difference was that last time it was an accident, but today it was on purpose.
Back then, Wen Jiayin saw a letter tied to the skylark’s leg.
Remembering the letter that had made even someone as gentle as Xinyun lose her composure, Wen Jiayin, feeling conflicted and guilty, secretly opened the letter.
The contents shocked her—it was a bold love confession! Who the hell had the guts to write something like that to her Master? No wonder her Master’s face had turned so dark.
And this guy kept pestering her—if it were up to Wen Jiayin, she’d have cracked his skull open by now!
Wen Jiayin’s eyes drifted to the end of the letter and, unsurprisingly, saw the name “Xiaoyao.”
Well, wasn’t that the scumbag male lead’s dao name? There was only one Xiaoyao Zhenjun in the whole cultivation world.
Wen Jiayin’s blood pressure shot up.
Just thinking about her Master being ruined by this bastard in the future made her head buzz.
So this bastard had his eyes on her Master this early? She remembered that during this time, Xiaoyao Zhenjun was still flirting with a whole bunch of saintesses, junior sisters, and nieces from his harem, right? No, not just flirting—he had plenty of one-night stands, too.
He’d sleep with a girl, steal her heart and body, and when she chased after him, he’d say, “Cultivation is about going with the flow, we’re not fated, it was just a moment of admiration,” and reject her.
And this bastard dared to say he was devoted to her Master? Yeah, right!
Heh!
Wen Jiayin almost laughed herself into qi deviation.
She wasn’t strong enough yet to deal with that bastard directly, but she could at least make sure none of his letters ever reached her Master!
And so, she’d been intercepting them for years.
“Jiayin.” At some point, Xinyun was already standing not far away.
“Sh-Master!” Wen Jiayin straightened up like a guilty thief and, using her years of practiced cuteness, scooted over to Xinyun, tugging on her sleeve and swaying a little.
“Master, when did you get here? Didn’t you say the sect leader called all the peak masters for a meeting today? Weren’t you at the main peak? How did you get back so fast?”
Xinyun’s eyes were full of amusement.
From childhood to now, Ah Yin’s reaction after doing something bad hadn’t changed at all.
How could she not know about all those little tricks behind her back? But seeing her act so cute, she couldn’t bear to call her out.
“It’s nothing important.
There’s just a small secret realm about to open, for all disciples below the Golden Core stage.
Normally, I don’t get involved in these discussions, but since your cultivation is high enough to participate this year, the sect leader wanted to talk to me.” Xinyun sighed inwardly.
In the blink of an eye, Ah Yin had grown up.
At sixteen, she was as beautiful as a flower.
It was just a pity she was no longer the little girl who would let herself be hugged at will, or be so openly affectionate.
She hadn’t wanted Ah Yin to join the secret realm this time, but Ah Yin’s talent was just too good.
In such a short time, she’d already reached the twelfth level of Qi Refining.
Disciples at the seventh level could participate, and Ah Yin was almost at Foundation Establishment.
If she didn’t let her go out and get some experience, everyone would say she was overprotective.
Of course, all of this depended on whether Ah Yin wanted to go.
If she didn’t, nothing anyone said would matter.
