“You really shouldn’t be too soft on her.
No matter how much you say, it’s not as useful as putting a knife to her throat.” Li Youxi snorted several times, clearly unhappy about having to hold back just now.
With her personality, Chu Mingqi would’ve been beaten up long ago.
“Just calm down, haven’t you had enough of the whip? Chu Mingqi only dares to act up in front of you because she’s got that on you.” Who told Li Youxi to have such a bad record before? If Chu Mingqi went to tattle, she’d definitely get in trouble, and Sect Master would come after her with a whip.
“Tch, if I can’t hit her, then you go beat her up.
Anyway, little Martial Uncle will protect you, even my Master can’t do anything about you.” Li Youxi said sourly.
At first, a lot of people probably thought that with Xinyun Zhenjun’s personality, she’d be super strict with her disciples.
Li Youxi was no exception.
Wen Jiayin was both lucky and unlucky—lucky because her Master was amazing, starting way ahead of everyone else, but unlucky because her Master’s teaching was probably harsh to the extreme, and she’d get beaten up all the time.
Li Youxi, who used to get pinned down and beaten by Wen Jiayin when they were kids, could never figure out how someone younger and weaker than her managed to win.
Did little Martial Uncle use some special method to make Wen Jiayin improve so fast? Driven by a nearly explosive competitive streak, Li Youxi shamelessly snuck up to Lingjian Peak, just to spy on Wen Jiayin’s secret to getting stronger.
When she followed the sound to the training ground on Lingjian Peak, Xinyun was there, personally teaching Wen Jiayin swordsmanship.
Once Wen Jiayin got the basics down, they’d spar for real.
With Wen Jiayin’s skills back then, even if she gave it everything she had, she couldn’t even touch her Master, who didn’t use any spiritual power and even let her use one hand.
Li Youxi had been beaten so badly by Wen Jiayin before, so seeing her looking so pathetic now made her really happy.
If she had a recording stone, she’d definitely save this moment to use as blackmail later!
“Pfft!” Seeing Wen Jiayin’s sword get knocked away and her go flying, Li Youxi couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Crap! She quickly covered her mouth—she was definitely going to get caught by little Martial Uncle.
But her little Martial Uncle didn’t even look at her.
Instead, she rushed over to Wen Jiayin, picked her up, and asked anxiously, “Does it hurt?”
“……” The smile on Li Youxi’s face slowly faded.
She started to doubt what she was seeing.
Seriously? She just fell, didn’t even scrape her skin, and you’re this worried? When she got whipped a few times, no one fussed over her like this!
Is this really her cold, heartless little Martial Uncle? No way, right? Did someone possess her? No, no one could possess a tribulation-crossing cultivator like little Martial Uncle.
So what was she seeing? Was she dreaming? Not awake yet?
Yeah, that must be it.
She was dreaming.
This kind of Master only exists in dreams.
Li Youxi wandered off in a daze, planning to come back after she woke up.
But when she got back to her own place and found she couldn’t wake up no matter how long she sat on her bed, she even pinched herself hard a few times until tears came out from the pain…
It hurt, so it wasn’t a dream.
Maybe it was just a fluke.
Li Youxi tried to convince herself with that, thinking maybe Wen Jiayin was actually hurt worse than she saw from her angle.
So Li Youxi went to Lingjian Peak again, but this time Wen Jiayin wasn’t practicing swordsmanship—she was in her own room.
Li Youxi just knocked on her door.
“Knock knock knock!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming, stop banging so loud! I can hear you!” Wen Jiayin opened the door.
Sure enough, it was Li Youxi.
Only she would knock so impatiently and carelessly.
“What’s up? You look terrible.
What, did someone beat you up?” Wen Jiayin didn’t even try to hide the gloating in her voice.
By then, Li Youxi had been disciplined into behaving a lot better, but in Wen Jiayin’s eyes, she was still an annoying brat.
“Who else but you would dare hit me?” Li Youxi snorted.
“Aren’t you going to let me in?”
“…Fine.” Wen Jiayin didn’t know what got into this brat to come looking for her at Lingjian Peak, but she stepped aside and let her in.
As soon as she walked in, Li Youxi couldn’t help but look around curiously.
The room was pretty tidy, with several pots of flowers by the window, the bed curtains were a warm goose yellow, and there was a carved dressing table next to it—everything gave off a cozy vibe.
“Tsk tsk tsk, you’ve got pretty good taste? But cultivation requires focus.
Isn’t it a waste of time to fuss over all this random stuff?” Li Youxi was the type to say the opposite of what she meant—even if she wanted to compliment you, she’d have to throw in a jab first.
“Cultivating your mind is also a kind of cultivation.
You can’t become an immortal if you’re always in a rush.
Besides, I didn’t decorate this place.
I’m too clumsy for that.
My Master did it all.
It was already like this when I got here.” Wen Jiayin couldn’t help but smile.
Li Youxi curled her lip.
No need to guess—Lingjian Peak’s thousand-year-old ice and snow probably melted overnight just because her little Martial Uncle wanted to make things nice for her disciple.
“What’s this on your dresser?” Li Youxi looked down and saw a strange little thing on Wen Jiayin’s dressing table.
She picked it up and burst out laughing.
“Hahaha! How old are you, still playing with rattles? That’s for little kids in the mortal world, and you’re still playing with it?”
Looking closer, Wen Jiayin’s carved dressing table was covered with all sorts of little trinkets—woven grass animals, clay figurines, all kids’ toys.
Even though Li Youxi wasn’t that old, Wen Jiayin’s body was even younger, but she still thought playing with these was way too childish! Definitely not because she never got to play with them herself and was jealous!
Wen Jiayin snatched the rattle back, not embarrassed at all and even a little proud.
“My Master bought this for me! I just keep it here as a decoration.
I’ve got a whole drawer full! Jealous? If you are, tell your Master to buy you some!”
That day, Li Youxi stormed out, puffed up like an angry pufferfish.
She felt more frustrated than she ever did losing to Wen Jiayin before!
After that, she really did notice how little Martial Uncle spoiled Wen Jiayin.
Disciples always get into little fights, but no matter who it was, their Master would always drag them to Lingjian Peak to apologize—no exceptions.
It’s a miracle Wen Jiayin didn’t turn out spoiled.
So when Li Youxi told Wen Jiayin to be the bad guy, it wasn’t to set her up—it was genuine advice.
“Keep it down, I’m a good kid in front of my Master.
If anyone tries to ruin that image, I’ll fight them!” Wen Jiayin’s real reason for putting up with that Chu girl for so long finally came out.
That girl was disgusting, but if she beat her up now and she went crying to her Master, what then? She could twist black into white with that mouth of hers.
Master would probably believe her, but Wen Jiayin would never let her image be tarnished in front of her Master!
“How about this: you go beat her up, and I’ll figure out a way to get my Master to talk to Sect Master and cover for you, how’s that?”
“Go cool off somewhere else.” Li Youxi refused with a dark face.
The two of them thought they were plotting in secret, thinking no one else knew, but…
A certain Master, who was being talked about, smiled from where no one could see, helpless but indulgent.
If her status was different, she’d really want to flick someone’s clever little forehead.
