Wen Jiayin noticed that the Drunken Immortal’s expression was a bit odd, so she hurried him, “Martial Uncle Ancestor? Just help me out this once, or if you don’t want to, give me my stuff back and I’ll go contact Master myself.”
“…Little girl, are you trying to get back at me on purpose?” The Drunken Immortal pinched Wen Jiayin’s cheeks, squeezing them a few times.
“If your Master sees you like this, she’ll probably eat me alive.”
“Wait… Martial Uncle Ancestor, are you scared of my Master?” Wen Jiayin’s words were muffled from having her face pinched, but the meaning was clear enough to hit the Drunken Immortal’s pride, and he understood right away.
The Drunken Immortal’s face changed.
“Hah? Me, scared of your Master? Don’t be ridiculous, I’m her Martial Uncle! How could I be afraid of a junior? You can eat whatever you want, but you can’t say whatever you want!”
“Martial Uncle Ancestor, don’t you know that when someone keeps insisting on something, it usually means they’re guilty?” Wen Jiayin rescued her face from his grip, rubbing her now-reddened cheeks as she questioned him.
“I’m just worried that if I get into a fight with her, I’ll end up with a reputation for bullying juniors! No matter who wins or loses, it’ll always be my fault in the end.
If people outside hear about it, they’ll laugh at me for centuries!” The Drunken Immortal was a bit agitated.
Being laughed at by the younger generation—where would he put his old face that’s been around for thousands of years?
“I think my Master is even more impressive,” Wen Jiayin muttered under her breath, and immediately felt a dangerous aura from beside her.
Looking up, sure enough, the Drunken Immortal was already wearing a “kind” expression.
“Since you care so much about the juniors, Martial Uncle Ancestor, you definitely wouldn’t stoop to the level of a clueless kid, right?” Wen Jiayin quickly put on an “innocent” smile.
“Of course I wouldn’t stoop to a kid’s level, as long as you always stay a kid~” The Drunken Immortal’s “kind” smile didn’t change.
“Ahem, let’s not talk about this anymore.
Martial Uncle Ancestor, what I’m telling you is really important.
Hurry up and call my Master over.
That Xiaoqing Sect’s Carefree True Lord is a total pervert, a lecher, a shameless bastard! Master must have gotten tangled up with him! He even said he wants to marry my Master!”
“Hm? Who’s got the guts to want to marry that ice queen? Bold, very bold—cough, no, I mean, he’s got guts for all the wrong reasons!” The Drunken Immortal, who spent his days drunk and oblivious, didn’t know much about the rumors outside, so he had no idea that the famously flirtatious guy from Xiaoqing Sect had fallen for his little junior at first sight!
“I’ve heard of that Carefree True Lord kid.
He’s got beauties all over the world, famous for being wild and unrestrained, swearing never to let anyone tie down his heart.
And now, not long after, he’s pestering Xing Yun like crazy.
He’s definitely not a good match, but you can’t use that ridiculous excuse you just gave!” The Drunken Immortal cut off whatever Wen Jiayin was about to say.
“First, let’s patch you two up a bit.”
Wen Jiayin’s wounds had almost healed thanks to the Drunken Immortal’s pills, so even the worst injuries now looked like minor scrapes, and she didn’t bother with them.
Then the Drunken Immortal straightened Zhi Chang’an’s arm, reattached the broken part, and used some unknown method to fix the obvious tear in Wen Jiayin’s clothes over her left chest, which had been caused by a fatal wound.
Now it looked like just a “normal injury.”
Their various protective magic items were returned, except Wen Jiayin’s clothes couldn’t be worn, otherwise it’d be obvious—her clothes would be spotless but her body would still have injuries.
Xing Yun wasn’t stupid, so they couldn’t get away with that.
In the end, Wen Jiayin was threatened by the Drunken Immortal to change into ordinary clothes herself…
“All right.” After a series of cover-ups, the Drunken Immortal looked very satisfied with his handiwork.
“Now you can think of a proper excuse to call your Master over.”
Wen Jiayin thought her Martial Uncle Ancestor had a strong survival instinct.
Wasn’t he supposed to be a big boss who could get plot-armored to death? Why was he so cautious now? Could it be that her Master was even more formidable than she’d thought? She hadn’t really felt that in the original story—maybe it was just the infamous protagonist’s halo suppressing her?
Come to think of it, her Master had it pretty rough in the original.
Her true strength never got to shine, she kept getting stabbed in the back, and ended up with a tragic fate… Wait! What was she thinking? The point was to keep the male lead away from her Master!
Wen Jiayin slapped her forehead and said to the Drunken Immortal, “Just say I’m injured and can’t go back alone, and you need to take Chang’an back to Yuling Peak.
You happened to see my Master there, so you asked her to take me back.”
“Tsk tsk, you need someone to carry you back for such a little injury? What kind of Master spoils their disciple like that? Aren’t you afraid your Master will think you’re embarrassing?” The Drunken Immortal gave Wen Jiayin a look of disdain.
“Martial Uncle Ancestor, someone like you who only had a strict Master wouldn’t understand.
When I was little, my Master used to carry me everywhere.
You just don’t get it, so don’t be jealous!”
The Drunken Immortal felt like this kid was showing off to her.
What’s there to be jealous of? Is that something to be proud of? If she ever took a disciple, she’d make them suffer in the Demon Subduing Hall before letting them out.
No matter how much her junior doted on her disciple, it couldn’t be to the point of treating her like fragile glass, right?
But soon, the Drunken Immortal learned what it meant to get slapped in the face.
“You, do you even know what kind of person your Master is? To put it nicely, she’s cold and quiet; to put it bluntly, she’s cold-blooded.
Even if she treats you differently, it doesn’t change her nature.” The Drunken Immortal spoke while sending a voice transmission to Xing Yun, completely forgetting that it was precisely this “difference” she’d always looked down on that made her so cautious, even having to secretly train her little disciple.
“I don’t think my Master is necessarily like that…” The Drunken Immortal hadn’t finished speaking when a gust of wind lifted the hair by her face.
“…” Seeing the person suddenly appear in front of her, the Drunken Immortal’s mouth hung open, and the rest of her words got stuck in her throat.
You really can’t spoil a kid like this! She’ll be ruined by all this pampering—Junior, wake up!!
The Drunken Immortal, clueless about the real situation, just wondered if her face was starting to sting a little.
For Xing Yun, yes, teaching a disciple should be a mix of strictness and kindness.
Otherwise, if you spoil them too much, you’ll end up with another troublemaker like Li Youxi from the main peak a few years ago.
But now that Wen Jiayin had someone to compete with, she was working hard and not causing as much trouble, which was a relief for the Sect Master.
But raising a disciple and raising a wife are two different things, right? Forget the stick—Xing Yun wished she could keep Wen Jiayin in a jar of sugar.
Especially since Wen Jiayin, who grew up so spoiled, was still so sensible, always reminding Xing Yun of her own childhood.
Thinking about how her past made A Yin so mature, Xing Yun just wanted to dote on her even more.
And so, a virtuous (question mark) cycle was formed.
Almost as soon as she appeared, Xing Yun was checking Wen Jiayin’s injuries, her whole body radiating a dangerous aura.
Of course, this aura was never aimed at Wen Jiayin.
To Wen Jiayin, her Master just seemed a bit more anxious than usual.
Once she was sure Wen Jiayin’s injuries were really minor, Xing Yun finally relaxed, but then turned to the Drunken Immortal with a very displeased tone, “Martial Uncle, if you brought Jiayin here, why didn’t you tell me?”
Xing Yun always spoke to outsiders in a calm, restrained way.
If you could tell she was unhappy, it meant she was truly angry.
“Ahem, well… I saw you were busy and didn’t want to bother you.
I just brought her to the first floor of the Demon Suppressing Tower for a little practice.
Don’t you know your disciple’s strength? The first floor is pretty easy, right? If these two kids weren’t so sheltered all the time, with no experience, they wouldn’t have gotten ambushed and hurt by the demons inside.”
The Drunken Immortal avoided Xing Yun’s gaze—it was too cold, she needed a break—so she pretended to focus on Wen Jiayin, not forgetting to tease her a bit.
Xing Yun glanced around and happened to spot a fresh bloodstain on the ground.
The Drunken Immortal noticed where her gaze landed and tensed up inside.
Careless! That spot wasn’t cleaned up! But surely her junior couldn’t tell whose blood it was just from a puddle? The Drunken Immortal stared at Zhi Chang’an, ready to blame it on the kid.
Zhi Chang’an shivered and looked up, catching Martial Uncle Ancestor’s strange look.
Her instincts told her that this Martial Uncle Ancestor was up to something again, and it definitely involved her.
“And what about her?” Xing Yun glanced at Zhi Chang’an, not seeming to care about the unexpected detail.
“Her? She wanted to toughen up too.
When she heard your disciple was coming here to train, she tagged along.
Training one is training, training two is still training, so I let them go together.” The Drunken Immortal relaxed a bit, seeing that Xing Yun hadn’t noticed the “one” flaw.
But actually, at this moment, Xing Yun’s anger level had already reached a dangerous point.
She was so angry that her face looked even calmer.
Maybe it was because she had half phoenix blood, but Zhi Chang’an’s animal instincts made her extra sensitive to danger.
This little Martial Uncle might look the same as usual, but Zhi Chang’an had already shrunk into a quail.
The once arrogant and domineering love rival now cowering in front of her didn’t make Xing Yun feel any better.
This little girl chasing after A Yin—what else could it be for? She’d seen this kind of thing plenty of times! Xing Yun normally wouldn’t be so harsh to a young rival who couldn’t stir up much trouble.
Her A Yin was outstanding and beautiful, cheerful and warm-hearted, with countless admirers.
She couldn’t possibly get jealous of every single one.
But Zhi Chang’an had been so formidable in her past life, and Xing Yun had always been at a disadvantage in their verbal sparring.
That’s why, even now, seeing the young Zhi Chang’an reminded Xing Yun of her grown-up self, and the shadow in her heart was more than she could suppress.
If Zhi Chang’an had anyone to blame, it was her past self.
The Drunken Immortal was already looking relieved, not realizing that several things she’d done without thinking were now dancing on the edge of Xing Yun’s rationality, and that the things she wanted to hide had already been exposed too much.
“Martial Uncle, I really should thank you for giving Jiayin such special attention.”
Not catching the danger in Xing Yun’s words, the Drunken Immortal nodded, “No need to be so polite.
We’re all disciples of the sect, looking out for each other is only right.
But you really shouldn’t spoil your disciple so much.
She should’ve been out training ages ago.
The path of cultivation is full of dangers—no one can guarantee their future.
What if you fall or ascend one day? What will happen to her then? She might end up getting tricked and even help count the money for the person who tricked her!”
At the word “fall,” Wen Jiayin felt her Master’s hand, which was holding hers, suddenly stiffen.
“Pah pah pah! Martial Uncle Ancestor, what kind of unlucky things are you saying?! Spit three times, quick!” Wen Jiayin panicked.
She was practically allergic to this kind of flag! And with her Master’s tragic original ending, she couldn’t stand any bad omens, so she grabbed the Drunken Immortal’s clothes and shook her hard.
“You disrespectful brat!” The Drunken Immortal couldn’t shake Wen Jiayin off, so she had to go along and spit three times.
“Hiss!” In the commotion, Wen Jiayin accidentally pulled at a wound that hadn’t fully healed yet, and sucked in a sharp breath before she could brace herself.
The next second, she was lifted off the ground.
It turned out her Master had picked her up in a princess carry! Wen Jiayin, who had never been carried like this in either of her lives, blushed bright red in an instant.
“Martial Uncle, thank you for taking care of Jiayin.
I’ll send you a generous gift later.” Xing Yun nodded at the Drunken Immortal.
“Uh… you’re welcome, take care?” Watching the two disappear, the Drunken Immortal rubbed her forehead, muttering to herself.
She’d been ready for her junior to chase her with a sword, but not only did nothing happen, she even got promised a big gift? The Drunken Immortal felt like something was off, but she couldn’t tell if it was her instincts warning her or just a tiny bit of guilt for having tricked her junior.
