Spectating the Angsty Romance of the Master and Disciple from the Sect Next Door Chapter 128

Li Jin’an was stunned for a moment, then let out an ambiguous scoff, her eyebrows and the corners of her eyes brimming with bright spring vitality. It wasn’t that she thought Lan Ci still had a chance to turn things around, nor would she ever pay attention to a homeless dog like Lan Ci. She just found Xie Huaixue, who said “nothing to worry about” with a cold face, domineering and captivating.
So domineering. Cold and ruthless, yet brimming with a sense of security.
Only Li Jin’an could make Xie Huaixue, whose nature was usually calm and composed, declare another person’s fate. Li Jin’an didn’t find Xie Huaixue cold; she only found her overly adorable and wanted to kiss her.
Jingting Dao Lord also chimed in, “She’s just a struggling Spirit Transformation stage cultivator. Surely I won’t have to clean up after you again. As for Lan Ci’s life or death, you two can decide for yourselves, no need to go through the Enforcement Hall again.”
Yun Liuguang’s earlier explanation could be called false humility, but Jingting Dao Lord’s current demeanor could only be described as unreservedly lofty and indifferent. Not to mention Lan Ci, even everyone in the hall wasn’t qualified to make Jingting Dao Lord pretend. So she directly and decisively admitted her dislike for Lan Ci, even being too lazy to have Lan Ci judged by the Enforcement Hall again; simply crushing her would suffice. Whenever a disciple committed a mistake, big or small, the punishment result would go through the Enforcement Hall’s process, which was considered procedural justice. This wasn’t kindness to Lan Ci, but a hint of annoyance and irritation towards a constantly hopping ant underfoot. Lan Ci wasn’t capable enough to stir the emotions of someone as high-ranking as Jingting Dao Lord, but she was too active, making her unbearably annoying. Mobilizing great forces to deal with her would be giving her too much face, but it was also impossible to just let her be. Better to just kill her directly.
“Oh, and I forgot to mention, while you two were still in the space-time turbulence, the Dao Sect already helped Qingxiao expel Lan Ci,” Jingting Dao Lord added.
Li Jin’an beamed. “It should be so. I wouldn’t let some messy rubbish take my dao companion’s disciple spot.”
Though she disdained Lan Ci, Li Jin’an could already imagine how Lan Ci would collapse into madness when the Dao Sect announced to the entire cultivation world that the Immortal Venerable’s head disciple had been removed.
Whether in the Heavenly Tome or in reality, Lan Ci’s only real claim to fame was her identity as the Immortal Venerable’s head disciple.
And now, the century of stolen glory had turned to dust in an instant, struck down from the heavens to the earth. The taste of that must be incredibly exquisite!
Hahahahahaha!
She just couldn’t stand that scoundrel and the Heavenly Tome. Yes, she was a villain who had gotten her way!
Li Jin’an took a moment to glance at the Heavenly Tome in her sea of consciousness, which seemed a bit dimmer. Her thoughts drifted: From the perspective of the Heavenly Tome’s author and protagonist, she and Jingting Dao Lord and the others must be evil villains and bad people, the biggest stumbling blocks preventing the protagonist from reaching the peak of the cultivation world and obtaining beauties. They must make the protagonist hate them with gnashing teeth, yet be helpless to do anything.
But what could be done?
Protagonists these days aren’t like humans and don’t act like humans. It’s the villains who live well.
She loved being the bad guy!
So satisfying!
Li Jin’an laughed, leaning against Xie Huaixue. She raised the tea in her hand, toasting everyone in the hall from afar with a relaxed posture that exuded an unstoppable soaring spirit. “I’ll use tea instead of wine to thank everyone for joining us in this grand event today!”
Her words implied that these people weren’t here to save them, but to participate in their glory.
It wasn’t that these people were showing respect to her and Xie Huaixue, but that she and Xie Huaixue were showing respect to them.
This order was important.
Xie Huaixue also raised her teacup, looking like a wife following her wife’s lead, ready to support her dao companion at any moment.
Jingting Dao Lord and Chixin Sword Lord, these seniors, couldn’t help but chuckle.
Jiang Fengmian, Jie Yunjin, Shang Dangge, and their peers were speechless yet also felt this was typical Li Jin’an—nothing surprising.
It was even a bit unexpected that Li Jin’an hadn’t accused them of scrounging for favors and taking advantage of her.
Meanwhile, Qi Lingzi, Tan Yanyi, and Lingqiu, the three younger disciples, watched their master and master’s dao companion with sparkling eyes, filled with admiration. They wished they could immediately become sword cultivators with such heroic spirit—
I’m in trouble? No problem, I’ll return with dignity and share my glory with you all!
Chixin Sword Lord couldn’t bear to look. Her unlucky disciple had been like this since childhood: arrogant and prideful, with no filter on her mouth. She’d treat a temporary setback as a dragon trapped in shallow waters, convinced she’d soar through the nine heavens sooner or later. What she said was very unpleasant to hear, yet people felt she would actually achieve it.
Actually, it’s more like she just makes big claims whether she can achieve them or not, because her momentum can’t be lost. As for how much effort she puts in behind the scenes to realize those claims, that’s none of your business…
Suffering for the sake of appearances.
Looking at the three younger ones bowing in admiration to their master, sigh, like master, like disciples.
What kind of good melons could grow from the same vine?
Chixin Sword Lord, completely unaware she was scolding herself too, glanced at Jingting Dao Lord, who was laughing shamelessly, and curled her lips in disdain. “What are you laughing at? Is that your disciple to be laughing about?”
Seeing other people’s dao companions and disciples doing well, then eagerly coming over, harboring ulterior motives—truly not a good person!
Perhaps Chixin Sword Lord’s glare was too insulting, and Jingting Dao Lord couldn’t possibly miss it. In fact, her smile only deepened because she noticed it. She continued to playfully tease Li Jin’an and Xie Huaixue.
You’re annoyed, aren’t you? Well, I’m satisfied then.
Did they really think she was a willing old ox, putting in all the effort and taking all the abuse?
If Yinyue hadn’t entrusted her family to her, how could she have tolerated these people time and again?
Jingting Dao Lord adamantly refused to admit that she cared deeply about these heartless wretches.
Li Jin’an didn’t realize they had become tools in the two seniors’ distant battle. Xie Huaixue, however, glanced up.
Jingting Dao Lord and Chixin Sword Lord, who were trying to kill each other with their eyes, silently retracted their gazes. As seniors, they still needed to save face.
There was a banquet in the evening, not only to celebrate Jijin Sword Sovereign and Immortal Venerable Qingxiao’s safe return, but also for their community of shared interests to congratulate each other on striking it rich and to foster their relationships. It was a double celebration.
Having taken down a first-rate sect and consumed countless benefits, they had to bring a perfect end to this grand event.
This was why the Great Dao Sect, despite its self-important style, still had so many affiliated forces and allies—when there was meat, they were genuinely willing to share the bones.
As the central figures of this incident, Li Jin’an and Xie Huaixue naturally had to attend.
However, Li Jin’an was quite reluctant. She was very curious about Xie Huaixue’s experiences in the space-time turbulence, but being surrounded by people toasting her, she couldn’t escape. How could she not be annoyed?
The toasts themselves were quite elaborate. They thanked the two human Venerables for giving them this opportunity to participate in the grand event, expressing immense gratitude, as sincere as could be. It seemed they wished they could dig up their family ancestors from their graves to thank Li Jin’an and Xie Huaixue for their grace.
Li Jin’an gritted her teeth, planning to make these deadbeats realize that even Jijin Sword Sovereign, with soul injuries, could still whip them like tops with ease.
Then these people would become teary-eyed, lamenting how much sweat and blood they had spilled in exterminating Futu Valley, how arduous and tiring it had been. But thinking of the two of them suffering in the space-time turbulence, they would feel invigorated and ready to fight evil cultivators for another three hundred rounds.
Li Jin’an was unwilling to be manipulated. She squinted her eyes and said with a smile, “But what if I saw many people’s little secrets in the space-time turbulence? Should I tell them, or not?”
“Some people, you know, look so proper now, but in reality, at over a decade old, they still want to sleep with their master. They especially like their master to call them ‘good little darling.’ So, who is this master’s good little darling…?”
Jiang Fengmian’s face drastically changed. She hurriedly interrupted her, “Too much alcohol is bad for the body. Jijin and Qingxiao are precisely at a time when they need recovery. It’s better to drink less. If absolutely necessary, I’ll drink on their behalf!”
Saying so, she drained her cup.
See? Someone immediately fit the description in their urgency.
Since when could alcohol harm a Unity stage cultivator? This must be immortal fruit wine, right?
Li Jin’an smugly raised an eyebrow at Xie Huaixue. Just you wait, can’t she deal with these deadbeats?
Xie Huaixue smiled faintly, as if to say that was a great counterattack.
At once, Li Jin’an became even happier.
Jie Yunjin and Shang Dangge, among others, first looked at Jiang Fengmian strangely. After recovering from their shock, they too begged for mercy.
“Uh, that, this wine isn’t good at all, not even worthy for Jijin Sword Sovereign to taste. When I kill a few more snakes, I’ll personally brew you some snake bile wine. That’s good, drink that!”
“Our Shang family is preparing to sell spirit wine brewed from nine-grade lotus platforms soon. It has great nourishing effects for cultivators with soul injuries. If you want to buy, I’ll sell it to you at half price.”
At this moment, the black-hearted merchant also showed her appropriate shrewdness and adaptability. After all, only the wise adapt to changing circumstances. She didn’t want to lose face, so she could only become a hero.
Actually, there was no such wine; Shang Dangge made it up on the spot. But lotus platforms, such supreme treasures, did exist. They were not only good for the soul but also for the sea of consciousness, meridians, constitution—providing all-round nourishment, repairing internal and hidden injuries, and subtly stimulating potential and talent.
Lotus platforms also had grades: three, six, nine, twelve grades.
In a sense, Shang Dangge had abandoned her merchant principles, directly using nine-grade lotus platforms to shut Li Jin’an up.
Li Jin’an crossed her arms and glared sideways at Shang Dangge. “Don’t think I don’t know your Shang family has been secretly improving the cultivation methods for all grades of lotus platforms. What? Are Xie Huaixue and I not even worth a twelve-grade lotus platform?”
“…How about you write my embarrassing deeds into a booklet? I can help you sell it!” Shang Dangge first vowed to die rather than yield, then feared Li Jin’an, this bandit, would directly come knocking. So she said meekly, “How could a supreme treasure like a twelve-grade lotus platform, which seizes the fortune of heaven and earth, be artificially cultivated? Our Shang family can make money reach gods and turn stone into gold, but we can’t turn nothing into reality yet.”
In the end, Shang Dangge bled heavily, contributing two nine-grade lotus platforms and three three-grade lotus platforms. Only then was the matter resolved.
Of course, Li Jin’an and Xie Huaixue both knew that the lotus platforms were gifts Shang Dangge had long prepared for them. It was just that the God of Wealth Shang cared about appearances and was unwilling to willingly make a losing deal, so she had to hand over the treasures under duress, so as not to violate her black-hearted merchant principles.
Emerging from the sect’s grand hall and returning to the foot of Qingxiao Peak, the cool night wind ruffled Li Jin’an’s long hair.
Xie Huaixue’s gaze was soft as she helped her tidy her stray hairs. Then she looked up and respectfully called out, “Sword Lord.”
Li Jin’an squinted and saw someone perched on the tree directly in front—it was her master.
…Unwilling to step onto Qingxiao Peak’s territory, so she’s just hanging out in a tree at the foot of the mountain?
Chixin Sword Lord showed no intention of joking. Gazing at the eternal moon, her voice was so light it seemed afraid of disturbing an old friend.
“Did you see Yinyue?”