When the Wine Immortal regained a bit of consciousness, she felt like the place she was lying on was a bit uncomfortable.
Since when did her bed have rocks in it? Wait, no… Wasn’t she just drinking? Did she get drunk again and just find a random place to sleep? Probably… Strange, why did her eyes hurt a little? Sleeping off a drunk night outside wasn’t the first time for the Wine Immortal, but this swollen feeling in her eyes was a first.
She opened her eyes a little, and was almost scared into drawing her sword by the face that suddenly appeared right in front of her.
“Hey, Martial Uncle Zu, you’re finally awake!” Wen Jiayin’s smile made the Wine Immortal suddenly feel a chill run down her spine.
Memories from before she got drunk came flooding back, and the Wine Immortal’s face went pale, then green, then pale again.
She sat up with a “whoosh,” and couldn’t see any sign of her little junior niece around, but that wasn’t enough to put her completely at ease.
“Where’s your Master?” the Wine Immortal asked.
“Oh, my Master already went back.”
The Wine Immortal’s face was still dark, probably still not over the blow of being knocked out by just one drink.
“What exactly did your Master give me to drink?”
“Wine!” Wen Jiayin blinked her big innocent eyes.
“It was just a very special jar of wine.
Master said it was made by a brewer in memory of his wife, and it’s supposed to have some amazing effects.
Even a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing stage could be knocked out by it, so you really don’t need to take it to heart.”
Yeah… it really was amazing.
The Wine Immortal looked at her own hand.
That feeling of touch was just like the real thing.
This wine… really was a rare treasure.
If she could lose herself in such a realistic illusion every day, even she might get addicted.
“So… did I do anything weird just now?” The Wine Immortal looked hesitant.
“…What you just did… why don’t you see for yourself.” Wen Jiayin said with deep sympathy.
“Oh? Let me… see? See what?! What the hell?” The Wine Immortal even wondered if she’d misheard.
She could imagine Xin Yun coming at her with a sword, but she’d never expect her to play dirty.
After all, her little junior niece had always been so straightforward, like she only had one track in her mind.
Out of all the old folks in the sect, she was definitely the easiest to read.
“Take a look?” Wen Jiayin carefully placed a recording stone on the stone table.
Playing inside was the Wine Immortal hugging a big tree and bawling her eyes out.
Her image was completely ruined—social death was inevitable.
The Wine Immortal looked at the recording stone, then with a “smack!” smashed it to powder.
“Martial Uncle Zu, my Master knows everything now, so… she said, after all, she’s a junior, and chasing you around with a sword would be disrespectful, so she decided to try a different method.
She also hopes you won’t drink so much in the future.
Isn’t it embarrassing to make a drunken scene in public?” Wen Jiayin repeated her Master’s words as tactfully as possible.
Xin Yun’s original words were much less polite.
The Wine Immortal was silent for a long time.
Wen Jiayin felt like even her back looked gray and lifeless.
“Weren’t we supposed to keep this a secret? How did she find out?” The Wine Immortal gritted her teeth.
“That’s not my fault, Martial Uncle Zu.
My Master is just too smart.
I didn’t say a word and she figured it all out.
So don’t try any little tricks in front of my Master—you’ll never win.” Wen Jiayin sighed.
Honestly, her Master’s ability to predict everything was truly impressive!
Once, some reader commented under the story: “The heroine is really honest.
Even when the hero’s confidantes show off in front of her, she never retaliates.”
That comment was probably full of the reader’s frustration.
Now, Wen Jiayin really wanted to find that reader and show her what “honest” really meant.
It’s not that she doesn’t care, it’s just that if she really did, she could make you socially dead for life! Shrimp and pig heart, that’s all it is! Just look at her Martial Uncle Zu—her wild days are over, right? If her Master ever “accidentally” let someone else see that recording, she’d probably never leave her cave until the moment she ascended!
“No way, Xin Yun could be that scheming? I watched her grow up, she’s always been so straightforward, never doubted anything the elders said…” The Wine Immortal fell into deep self-doubt.
Wen Jiayin clearly heard the Wine Immortal muttering under her breath.
She curled her lips.
Well, her Martial Uncle Zu really had this coming!
“My Master said, I’ll still be learning from you in the future, and I’ll listen to you in everything—except for two things.
First, I have to carry my jade pendant at all times.
Second, no matter how playful you get, there’s a limit.
If you mess around again, she might just ‘accidentally’ drop the recording stone in a crowded place.”
“No respect! Threatening your Martial Uncle?!” The Wine Immortal glared, trying to use her seniority for some authority.
Wen Jiayin replied, “My Master said, who told you to act so shamelessly and bully your juniors.”
The Wine Immortal suddenly felt suffocated.
When did her little junior niece get so sharp-tongued? Was this really the same girl who used to solve problems with just one word, never two? Who turned her into this?!
Far away in Yuling Sect, Zhi Chang’an suddenly sneezed several times.
“Fine, I won’t teach you anymore, okay? Go back to your Lingjian Peak and let your Master teach you herself.” The Wine Immortal huffed a few times.
“Don’t be in such a hurry, my Master has more to say!” Wen Jiayin couldn’t help but marvel at how her Master had predicted the Wine Immortal’s every move.
“My Master said, if you really want something from me, then please put in some real effort.
If you teach me seriously, she’ll be especially grateful.
Even though this wine… uh, made you lose a bit of face, it really is a rare treasure, isn’t it? This kind of wine is already a peerless item.
There are countless people out there willing to pay a fortune for it, and even if you went looking yourself, you might not be able to buy it.
But my Master is confident she can get another jar.”
The Wine Immortal froze.
She glanced at the wine jar still on the table and muttered guiltily, “It’s just an illusion.”
She never thought her own hidden, secret intentions would be seen through by Xin Yun, who planned to use a junior to get information from her.
Even though she never meant any harm, the Wine Immortal still felt her face burning.
Now that the person involved had called her out, she didn’t even know what kind of expression to show Wen Jiayin.
“Little girl, since you know I have other motives for you, how dare you still hang around me? Xin Yun is pretty bold, leaving her most beloved disciple with someone like me who has ulterior motives.
What’s she thinking…”
“Hehe, don’t worry, Martial Uncle Zu.
I have one good trait—I’m pretty easygoing.
Master said you don’t mean me any harm, so I don’t mind.
And Master said if you ever really go crazy, her sword will cut down your blade.”
God knows how cool her Master sounded when she said that last line.
Wen Jiayin’s heart was still pounding.
Even knowing this Martial Uncle Zu might have other plans for her, as long as her Master was around, there was nothing to be afraid of.
“Hmph, arrogant.
She’s forgotten I was the one who brought her into the sect when she was little.” The Wine Immortal grumbled, but the trust from her little junior niece still made her smile.
Then she remembered the leverage Xin Yun now had on her, and her smile immediately fell.
“How did your Master turn out like this? She was so cute as a kid, believed everything I said.
How did she end up like this?” The Wine Immortal complained, “Xiao Jiayin, why don’t you go talk to your Master? Give me, your elder, a little face~”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Martial Uncle Zu.
You know my Master better than I do.
Once she’s made up her mind, not even nine dragons could drag her back!”
The Wine Immortal sighed deeply.
She understood Xin Yun, but not well enough.
Judging by her old impression, Xin Yun really wouldn’t change her mind easily, just like Wen Jiayin said.
So she let Wen Jiayin off the hook, not realizing that nothing could change Xin Yun’s mind more than Wen Jiayin’s words.
“Your Master was so much cuter as a kid.
I remember once, she was still in the Qi Refining stage, only this tall, hit a bottleneck and wouldn’t ask anyone for help, just kept thinking on her own.
I joked that if she ran ten laps around the sect, she’d break through.
Who knew that silly kid would actually do it! How did such a gullible kid turn into someone so scheming?” The Wine Immortal was heartbroken.
Wen Jiayin sucked in a breath, “Run around the whole sect? Martial Uncle Zu, do you know how big our sect is? You made a Qi Refining kid run laps around the sect? How could you even think of that?”
“How was I supposed to know she’d actually do it? I was just a little tipsy and said it offhand!” The Wine Immortal tried to defend herself.
Who knew Xin Yun was so easy to fool as a kid?!
Wen Jiayin suddenly felt a little sorry for her Master.
Running into such a scoundrel of a Martial Uncle as a kid—what rotten luck! She didn’t feel sorry for Martial Uncle Zu at all.
This person had done too many bad things, and now that her Master had grown up, karma had come for her!
“Martial Uncle Zu, have you ever heard the saying ‘what goes around comes around’?”
“I get it now…” The Wine Immortal slumped over the table, weakly.
“If I’d known, I would’ve kept some evidence of how silly your Master was as a kid.
Sigh, missed my chance.”
“…” Wen Jiayin sighed too.
“Martial Uncle Zu, if you ever get jumped and beaten up in a sack, I wouldn’t be surprised.
You used to seem so dignified and impressive to me.
Can’t we do something… more fitting for your status?”
“I think I do things fitting for my status every day!” The Wine Immortal said, completely oblivious.
Wen Jiayin forced a smile.
Fighting, drinking, watching the juniors for fun—this is what you call fitting for your status?
