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"Oh, that's normal. It's probably that Bi Fang guy who got a stomachache and didn't go to work."
I knew it, the old-fashioned abuse of the female protagonist. Even in the cultivation world, it can't escape the scene of the female protagonist kneeling in the pouring rain, soaking wet, while the male protagonist is going crazy in the house, wanting to teach her a lesson but unable to help but feel heartbroken as he holds the fainting person in his arms.
Then rumors spread that this woman was expelled from the sect and wandered the streets, and was inexplicably picked up by the aloof Sword Master who was moved by her.
The love-hate relationship between the two begins here.
"Is this it?"
I was greatly disappointed.
Why is there no scene of the little junior sister who admires the Sword Master causing trouble? Why is there no scene of the dissatisfied disciple maliciously poisoning and slandering others? Oh, I suddenly remembered, there aren't many people in the Sword Sect. Five hundred years ago, wasn't the only female disciple the mother of my childhood friend?
Pharmaceutical family's youngest daughter insisted on learning swordsmanship. When she went down the mountain to train, she was entangled by a love-crazed cultivator, and in the end, they became Dao companions against her parents' wishes. During family gatherings, it seems like I've heard this aunt mention it once. "I was really blind to chase after that cold-hearted person," the aunt said.
"I suspect you've been bewitched. Even a thousand oxen couldn't hold you back," my mother pointed out from the side.
Alright, case solved.
My extraordinary and beautiful aunt made a cameo as a wicked second female lead in an unfinished ancient tragic novel.
Then I transformed into the female lead of a sweet novel, who has two children in three years. Of course, time flies in the demon world and the immortal realm, although the flow of time is different. But they have almost reached the big finale, and I'm still here, not even sent to the crematorium. Master, look at their progress.
“Why the commotion here?”
The three of us fell silent, creating an instant awkward atmosphere.
I turned to see Master's icy expression, unsurprised.
Yes, this is the power of my Master—Ice Wind Twin Spirit Roots sword cultivator genius. Wherever he goes, it's colder than telling a thousand cold jokes.
"Master," I looked at his face and cautiously spoke.
His sharp gaze swept over me, without saying a word.
"Okay, I understand the male lead's psychology very well, and I have a strong ability to interpret micro-expressions. This performance shows that he knows about my existence as his disciple. I gather up my courage and continue speaking. 'Master, do you still remember Bai Qingling...'" I was interrupted before I could finish my sentence.
"Why mention her?"
Oh, why mention her.
After not seeing her for 300 years, just a mention brings her to mind. You've been thinking about her all this time, haven't you? Hehe, a man with a tough exterior should be hurting inside now.
However, it must be mentioned that after being in seclusion for many days, his outing this time should be related to some news he received. He's going to cause a huge commotion when he returns. I need to clarify this quickly. "Master, regarding the woman named Bai Qingling."
I glanced at him and always felt like he was staring at me.
"It's none of my business."
"Yeah, you don't care, we all know you don't care," I looked at him, maybe salvaging a little dignity, and the expression on his icy face softened slightly.
He truly lives up to his reputation as the stubborn and proud male lead of his life. "But the disciple still wants the Hehuan Sect to be harmonious, um—" I pondered my words, "and the strict and disciplined Sword Sect, to be clarified." "Ha, strict and disciplined?" Shuyao crossed her arms, with a hint of mocking charm, "A group of old-fashioned straight-laced men."
"She left Hehuan Sect of her own choice, without any coercion. My aunt still sends her disciple allowance every month."
I slammed the roster onto his face, and the sudden dust and dampness made him cough.
"Furthermore, the disciples of the Sword Sect have never bullied her. My other aunt, who is also a senior sister of the Sword Sect, has never given her a hard time, just a few verbal arguments, like—"
I elongated my voice and looked at the two uncooperative people standing next to me, "Just like Elder Yun Zhen and my aunt earlier."
"So," I continued with a smile, "the grievances suffered by Daoist Xiaobai are not caused by us, oh."
"Noisy."
I rolled my eyes.
"Qiong Yin friend, don't be impatient, your Master has always been indifferent like this."
Yun Zhen is afraid I'll get angry, if I retort Master again, he'll throw me down to the mortal realm.
Joke, will I endure him? I am the main financial supporter of the Sword Sect.
"No worries, I'm just afraid that Master will fail to pursue his wife and in a fit of anger, he'll chop down the back mountain."
When the city gate catches fire, it harms the fish in the pond.
The back mountain of the Sword Sect is full of precious treasures needed for alchemy and cultivation by the disciples.
You're enjoying yourself by cutting the mountain with a single slash.
After all, what the creatures of the three realms lose is just their lives, but what you lose is a woman you've never had.
I don't feel like chatting with them randomly because I suddenly realized that I overlooked a very important detail.
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