Spectating the Angsty Romance of the Master and Disciple from the Sect Next Door Chapter 110

Life as a toddler was fulfilling yet never boring, because Li Jin’an admirably managed to stay overnight on Yinyue Peak night after night. Whenever someone tried to take her away, she would immediately erupt into boundless, energetic wails. When Yinyue Monarch comforted her, she was very good at feigning pity, clutching the Monarch’s sleeve, quietly sobbing, and uncontrollably burping goat milk, making her utterly lovable.
Li Jin’an’s crying melted Yinyue Monarch’s heart. How could she bear to let her return to the Sword Sect? It wasn’t as if she couldn’t afford to raise a milk-drinking cub.
This was truly a good ‘buy one get one free’ deal. The disciple stayed, so the master naturally had to ‘move in.’
And so, the master and disciple of Chixin Peak openly moved into Yinyue Peak, eating and sleeping alongside the Yinyue Peak master and disciple. Their most important daily task was to spend time with their respective Dao companions.
Chixin Sword Lord accompanied Yinyue Monarch in burning incense, tasting tea, listening to rain, playing the zither, reading, and sipping wine—engaging in all manner of refined activities.
Of course, Yinyue Monarch possessed true forest elegance, while Chixin Sword Lord merely pretended to be refined. Her only skill was drinking, and she was the type to guzzle a whole jar and then wipe her mouth with her sleeve. As for other things, whether she understood them or not, she would simply mindlessly clap and cheer for her Dao companion.
The disciples’ lives, however, were not so entertaining. Li Jin’an’s daily routine consisted of accompanying Xie Huaixue to eat, sleep, play, and tear books.
Hmm, Xie Huaixue would read, and she would tear and chew on books.
For some reason, the thousand-year-old Sword Sovereign, back in her childhood, still got sleepy the moment she saw a book. The moment she touched one, she felt an urge to tear these books filled with dense text to shreds with all her might. She just couldn’t stand the sight of them. When her temper flared, she would even use books to grind her teeth, then spit them out with disgusted “peh peh peh” sounds.
At such times, Xie Huaixue would primly stop her, shaking her head with a serious little face and softly calling “An’an.”
Li Jin’an, whose backside felt like it was on fire and couldn’t sit still, immediately shifted her attention. She grandly tossed the book in her hand and pounced on Xie Huaixue, gnawing and biting her.
Compared to chewing on books, she naturally preferred to chew on Xie Huaixue’s delicate, fair little face.
Xie Huaixue, who already possessed the calm demeanor of a mature Immortal Venerable, would sit perfectly still, allowing Li Jin’an to pounce on her fiercely like a young tiger descending a mountain. Only after Li Jin’an had kissed and gnawed her fill would she continue flipping through the picture book, tilting her small face up obediently, waiting for her master to read.
So when Jingting Dao Lord visited Yinyue Peak, this was the harmonious and warm scene she saw.
In the unexpanded disciple courtyard on the mountainside, dappled light filtered through, leaves rustled in the wind. Chixin Sword Lord listlessly swung her sword with soft force, not daring to make a sound. Yinyue Monarch gently narrated the history of the cultivation world. Of the two young ones, one listened intently, while the other comfortably slept deeply, resting her head on Yinyue Monarch’s leg.
A scene of peaceful times, stable and serene.
Jingting Dao Lord casually scooped up one of the cubs, placing her in her arms to observe carefully.
When Yinyue Monarch finished her story, Li Jin’an was also awakened by Jingting Dao Lord’s ‘demonic claws’.
Jingting Dao Lord poked her chubby little face, pinched her nose, stroked her hair, then repeatedly examined whether the back of her head was flat or round… Even a pig drugged into slumber would be tormented awake by this, let alone Li Jin’an.
Li Jin’an annoyedly opened her eyes. The moment she saw that face with a mischievous smile, she got angry. Bending her legs, she kicked Jingting Dao Lord’s belly with all her might, directly kicking herself up to stand on Jingting Dao Lord’s knees.
“Ah?”
Her perspective suddenly changed from lying down to standing, leaving Li Jin’an completely bewildered.
Jingting Dao Lord burst into joyous laughter and immediately said, “Chixin, your cub is really interesting. She has quite a temper! Lend her to me to play with for a few days?”
Li Jin’an opened her mouth and bit Jingting Dao Lord’s hand. She, the dignified Jijin Sword Sovereign, was she something to be lent out?!
Treating a junior as amusement again!
Bad person, bite!
Jingting Dao Lord narrowed her eyes, sighed enjoyably, and playfully said, “Little cub, use your milk-drinking strength. Push harder. Didn’t you eat enough?”
Not to mention, those tiny teeth felt quite comfortable biting her hand.
Li Jin’an wrinkled her nose in disgust, spat out “peh peh peh,” and her eyes darted around. A mischievous idea instantly popped into her mind. Tears poured down like a broken dam, and she cried pitifully while looking towards Yinyue Monarch, whining and fawning, extending her arms for a hug.
Xie Huaixue pushed away the picture book in her hands, tugged on Yinyue Monarch’s sleeve, and anxiously looked in Li Jin’an’s direction. “An’an ah, An’an.”
Her meaning was clear: An’an was being bullied, go save An’an quickly.
Chixin Sword Lord, who was practicing swordplay nearby, held her sword and ominously looked at Jingting Dao Lord, who was stirring up trouble everywhere and making the little toddler cry. The tip of her sword was pointed at the scoundrel, as if she were sharpening her blade for a pig or sheep.
Jingting Dao Lord awkwardly rubbed her nose, then quickly shoved the toddler, whose cheeks were flushed red from crying, back into Yinyue Monarch’s arms, watching her soothe them both with one hand each.
“Alright, alright, you’re all family, and I’m an outsider, fine.”
Li Jin’an turned her backside to her, holding Yinyue Monarch’s clothes with one hand and Xie Huaixue’s small hand with the other. She whimpered for a long while before finally stopping her sobs.
Yinyue Monarch wiped away the tear streaks from Li Jin’an’s face, soothing the wronged little one again and again, before disapprovingly looking at Jingting Dao Lord. “Sect Master, you’re thousands of years old. How can you still bully a half-year-old child?”
Jingting Dao Lord, with her thousands-of-years-old face, waved her hand, unashamedly saying, “How about this? We’ll call this battle a draw between little An’an and me!”
She even cautiously poked Li Jin’an’s chubby back with her hand, attempting to reach an agreement with the toddler in a negotiating tone. “Your master and little Huaixue’s master combined can’t beat me. If you draw with me, aren’t you making a huge profit?!”
What she said was indeed true. As someone at the very pinnacle of the cultivation world, anyone who could even scratch Jingting Dao Lord would have their name recorded in clan genealogies and lineage histories for posterity.
If any demon or beast could draw with the human leader, it would likely be heavily recorded for thousands of years. If a single demon or beast didn’t know about it, it would only mean their propaganda wasn’t doing its job.
Unfortunately, the toddler, who couldn’t even speak, didn’t care. No matter how much she was coaxed, she refused to give Jingting Dao Lord a pleasant look.
Even Xie Huaixue looked at her with a condemning expression.
Jingting Dao Lord, who had never patiently coaxed anyone in her life, watched as Yinyue Monarch finally lulled Li Jin’an to sleep. She patted her chest, still shaken. “Someone had suggested I take on a disciple early to test their character, but forget it. The endless crying, like demonic sounds piercing the ears—who could stand it?!”
Li Jin’an, now in dreamland, had no idea about the fundamental reason why Jingting Dao Lord would later take the over hundred-year-old Yun Liuguang as the Dao Sect’s Young Sect Master: Jingting Dao Lord, who practiced iron-fisted rule, was thoroughly intimidated by a toddler who couldn’t be reasoned with.
The timelines converged at this moment.
Although the reasons varied, Jingting Dao Lord made the same decision in different timelines.
Chaotic timelines intersected and diverged.
…
Li Jin’an lived a life of battling wits and wills with books and Jingting Dao Lord on Yinyue Peak. The moment Yinyue Monarch opened a book, she would habitually close her eyes and yawn. The moment Jingting Dao Lord approached, she would close her eyes and kick her legs…
She ate, then slept, slept, then ate. When awake, she’d intensely exercise her legs. As a result, Li Jin’an soon turned one year old. Her first spoken word was neither “master” nor “Monarch,” but a sweet nickname for Xie Huaixue. Her second sentence was directed at Jingting Dao Lord: “You’re bad,” pronounced perfectly clearly, shaking the heavens.
The first time they heard her say “You’re bad,” the three elders thought Li Jin’an had just learned to speak and was deliberately showing off in front of Jingting Dao Lord. They didn’t take it seriously.
After all, this elder and this junior had been at odds ever since their feud began, occasionally playing ‘I have, you don’t’ games to deliberately annoy each other. In terms of childishness, the two, separated by thousands of years, were evenly matched.
Xie Huaixue, who usually looked up immediately upon hearing her name, this time didn’t lift her head, continuing to turn the pages of the picture book in her hands. She precisely turned to the page with the beast illustration that she and Li Jin’an both loved to eat, planning to signal Yinyue Monarch later that she and Li Jin’an wanted to eat this for dinner.
It was only after Li Jin’an called out the second and third times that they realized this ‘bad’ was meant for Jingting Dao Lord, distinctly different from the sweet nickname she used for Huaixue. The specific choice of word perfectly displayed Li Jin’an’s likes and dislikes.
Jingting Dao Lord snatched the smug toddler from Yinyue Monarch’s arms, then fiercely poked her nose. “You ungrateful little cub, look around! Which of the rare treasures you eat, drink, play with, or use didn’t I send you?”
This was true. Not just in combat prowess, but in financial resources, Yinyue Monarch and Chixin Sword Lord combined might not even be able to rival Jingting Dao Lord.
The period when Jingting Dao Lord elevated the Dao Sect’s prestige to its peak was also a time of rapid expansion for the sect. All the treasures in the cultivation world would pass through her sight. She probably didn’t even know how many treasures her personal vault held, more than enough to support two picky toddlers.
The answer she received was an even louder “You’re bad!”
Li Jin’an, benefiting from the situation while acting innocent, coldly snorted, then repeated, “You’re bad!”
“Indeed, the falling blossoms have intentions, but the flowing water is indifferent. I’m heartbroken.”
Li Jin’an, having successfully annoyed someone and feeling satisfied, naturally didn’t comfort her. She happily squeezed next to Xie Huaixue, waved her little hand, pointed at the picture book, and told Yinyue Monarch, “Eat, eat!”
Yinyue Monarch nodded seriously. “Alright, alright, our An’an has returned victorious. We should celebrate.”
Li Jin’an clapped her hands happily. This was why she respected Yinyue Monarch so much: because the Monarch truly understood her meaning and didn’t just humor her!
Jingting Dao Lord sighed helplessly. “Yinyue.”
Playing with a child, why take it seriously?
The sharp Chixin Sword Lord vigilantly poked her head out, her gaze fixed on her.
Li Jin’an blinked her bright black eyes, suddenly realizing that they hadn’t reached the point in time yet for Jingting Dao Lord’s seemingly joking remark, “What’s wrong with adding me? I’m not here to break you two up.” Thus, her master’s vigilance was understandable.
After all, for a sword cultivator, a Dao companion was as important as their lifebound sword. It was normal to fear them being taken away.
Hiss, I feel like I’ve forgotten something.
I remember now!
—She was the Jijin Sword Sovereign from a thousand years later, not the silly An’an who was throwing tantrums with Jingting Dao Lord right now!
It was all Jingting Dao Lord’s fault for always coming to annoy her, making her forget such an important matter. She almost thought she was Li An’an from this timeline!
Wait, she hasn’t cultivated yet, and has no spiritual sea. Doesn’t that mean she’s escaped that damned Heavenly Tome?
Such an important matter, how did she only remember it now?!
Li Jin’an bit Jingting Dao Lord’s arm with an “awoo,” shouting, “You’re bad!”