Spectating the Angsty Romance of the Master and Disciple from the Sect Next Door Chapter 129

Today’s people don’t see the moon of ancient times; this moon once shone on old friends.
The moon above Qingxiao Peak was still bright and clear, just as it had been a thousand years ago. Only the people beneath the moon had changed.
The casualness on Li Jin’an’s face faded, and her entire being suddenly quieted. She looked up, silently watching Chixin Sword Lord, whose hand never left her wine flask. She also saw the bulging blue veins on the hand clutching the flask.
Even if Chixin Sword Lord was negligent in cultivation, she was still a powerful cultivator at the early Unity stage. How could she lose control of her physical reactions? It was just that her entire mind was focused on that question.
Li Jin’an suddenly felt a flicker of disorientation, remembering her master from An’an and Huaihuai’s timeline: spirited and unrestrained, with an arrogant gaze towards outsiders. She wouldn’t even flinch when facing Jingting Dao Lord, who was long-famous and greatly esteemed, never hesitating to retort, mock, or speak ill of others.
In fact, Chixin Sword Lord had the capital for such behavior. A sword cultivation genius whose path had been smooth sailing, she had been preemptively snatched home by Li Jin’an’s grandmaster early on. The best master, the best resources… she had everything she wanted, gaining fame at a young age with no setbacks. The former sect leader of the Sword Sect had intended to name her as the young sect leader, but she feared the Sword Sect would be ruined within days of her taking office, so she refused without hesitation.
Why be a sect leader? She knew how difficult sword cultivators were to manage. It would be better to be a peak master, letting others clean up her messes when she caused trouble.
Dressed in vibrant robes, riding a magnificent horse, full of youthful vigor and triumph.
Later, she was drawn to Yinyue Monarch. After much persistence and persistent chasing, she finally embraced her beloved. She didn’t suffer any of love’s bitterness, only sweetness.
She also took in a good disciple who inherited the absolute techniques of past saints and surpassed her own master. Although this disciple was even more troublesome, restless, and imaginative than she was, reaching the peak of annoyance, it didn’t matter—these were just trivial little problems!
It was good for the child to be lively; at least she could greatly please Yinyue, which also allowed her to visit Yinyue Peak frequently.
Until that snowy night arrived…
Chixin Sword Lord’s retribution for half a lifetime of smooth sailing had come. Sometimes she would wonder if it was because she had been too arrogant and complacent before, thus incurring the envy of others and the heavens, causing her to fall heavily into the dust.
This tribulation was too heavy, so much so that after Chixin Sword Lord stumbled, she never truly got back up.
Li Jin’an thought more deeply. The Heavenly Tome bothered little with details about minor villains like them, but the fates of Jijin Peak and Chixin Peak were likely not good.
Their only dao companion and disciple dead, their three grand-disciples not yet grown, their dao companion’s disciple constantly persecuted, even Jingting Dao Lord severely injured and forced from her position…
What a bunch of homeless, stray dogs.
Bereft of their dao companion and child, yet daring not to die. If they died, who would protect the last spark of their lineage? If they died, who would contend with Immortal Venerable Qingxiao’s three wolfish disciples? If they died, who would curse that useless dog Jingting Dao Lord?
So, they couldn’t die.
In countless snowy nights thereafter, what did Chixin Sword Lord think as she gazed at the bright moon?
She resented the moon, hanging high, shining only on her.
Suddenly, Xie Huaixue gently patted Li Jin’an’s hand, pulling her back from her jumbled thoughts.
Li Jin’an returned to herself, meeting Chixin Sword Lord’s eyes, which were like an ancient well, ripple-less, yet now stirring with ripples that had to be suppressed.
For some reason, her eyes suddenly felt hot, but she forcefully suppressed the warmth.
These master and disciple were actually very similar. Unwilling to let others see their true feelings, they awkwardly hid their sincerity, then gritted their teeth and endured, unwilling to say a single soft word.
Suffering for the sake of appearances.
Li Jin’an raised the corner of her mouth. “Shall we talk here, Master? Come up and sit for a bit?”
Chixin Sword Lord’s form, with her back to Qingxiao Peak, stiffened slightly. She exhaled a deep breath and unconsciously cursed with a laugh, “You wretched child, it’s not like we can’t talk here…”
“Master, come up and sit. Yinyue Monarch has something she wanted me to tell you.”
Li Jin’an wasn’t tricking Chixin Sword Lord. In the first timeline, Yinyue Monarch had sought her out privately and indeed given her some instructions.
Chixin Sword Lord’s eyes held a hint of melancholy. She was stunned for a moment, then responded absently, “Alright.”
Her mouth was speaking, but her soul was still adrift. She probably didn’t even know what she had agreed to. It looked like it would be a while before she fully recovered.
Li Jin’an couldn’t resist. She curiously stared at Chixin Sword Lord for several more moments. Unwilling to dampen her master’s dazed state, she whispered to Xie Huaixue via spiritual communication, “I finally know where my three disciples get their silliness from. If you ever take on more disciples in the future, you absolutely can’t hand them over to my master and my disciples. I fear your lineage will completely die out.”
It would be such a pity if Yinyue Monarch and Xie Huaixue’s excellent legacy were to be broken. After completely resolving the hidden dangers of that scoundrel and the Heavenly Tome, she would definitely have to take on a personal disciple who could inherit their lineage.
In just a few sentences, she had slandered both her master and her disciples, sparing no one, showing Li Jin’an’s skill at insulting others.
She pitied her own master for only a few seconds before her sharp tongue started mercilessly attacking again.
If a dog passed by her, it would lose its reputation and its family tree wouldn’t even be safe.
Xie Huaixue chuckled and patted her hand, telling her not to speak nonsense just because Chixin Sword Lord couldn’t hear. She also transmitted, “If we take on more disciples, you’ll vet them for me.”
Chixin Sword Lord couldn’t hear, but Jingting Dao Lord was always watching Qingxiao Peak. That senior loved the lively atmosphere of Qingxiao Peak the most.
Xie Huaixue was always like this. She never spoke ill of seniors, but she listened to Li Jin’an doing so, seemingly stopping her but actually indulging her. Even if Jingting Dao Lord heard, she wasn’t afraid, standing firmly by Li Jin’an’s side.
As long as things looked decent on the surface, asking for more would be impolite.
Li Jin’an grinned, leaning half her body on Xie Huaixue, her voice sticky, “Aren’t you afraid my judgment is bad?”
“Is your judgment still bad?” Xie Huaixue’s eyes twinkled, rippling with meaning, as she countered with a question.
Li Jin’an was stunned for a moment before she understood Xie Huaixue’s meaning. She raised her phoenix eyes in surprise, her sharp, beautiful brows gently relaxing. She decisively accepted Xie Huaixue’s words.
“That’s true. If my judgment were bad, I wouldn’t have found Immortal Venerable Qingxiao as my dao companion. However…” Li Jin’an snickered, her smile sly, “Qingxiao selling her own goods, praising herself?”
“Mm.” Xie Huaixue didn’t deny it, saying very seriously, “So I need to praise you for your good judgment.”
With sharp eyes like torches, she bought Xie Huaixue’s ‘melon’, so wasn’t her judgment good?
Li Jin’an hadn’t expected this person to be so earnestly adorable.
If it weren’t for that annoying master blocking their way opposite them, she would have already pounced on Xie Huaixue.
Finally, Chixin Sword Lord’s gaze refocused, only to see her unlucky disciple glaring at herself with an exasperated, almost disgusted look, as if asking for a beating.
“Are your eyes twitching?” All Chixin Sword Lord’s worries vanished for a moment; she just wanted to wash this wretched child’s eyes out.
Li Jin’an sighed deeply. “No twitching, Master. Please, go ahead.”
Chixin Sword Lord’s expression sobered. With a hint of the nervousness of approaching home, she lightly exhaled, flew down from the tree, and began walking up Qingxiao Peak.
A cultivator’s pace was swift; even walking step by step up Qingxiao Peak wouldn’t take long.
Li Jin’an and Xie Huaixue followed behind Chixin Sword Lord, walking through the most familiar places.
Grass, trees, insects, fish, birds, and beasts, pale white and deep red. The spring light was still the same spring light, but things had changed, and people were no longer the same.
For the three of them, re-treading Qingxiao Peak was a form of heart-refinement and cultivation.
Just as they entered the cave abode, they saw an uninvited guest in the chair on the left, who had taken over and enthusiastically greeted them, “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. What were you talking about down there, taking so long?”
Li Jin’an unceremoniously pulled Xie Huaixue to the main seats and, hearing the question, retorted bluntly, “What we were talking about, aren’t you the one who knows best?”
“That’s true.” Jingting Dao Lord humbly nodded.
“…”
Why couldn’t a meteorite fall from the sky and smash this meddling senior who spies on her juniors to death?!
Chixin Sword Lord, sitting opposite Jingting Dao Lord, was already clenching her fists, making cracking sounds. It was clear she had reached her limit.
If she truly could defeat her, Jingting Dao Lord wouldn’t be sitting there so calmly. She would have already punched that smiling face of hers.
“Alright, alright, I won’t say anything. You speak.” The minority yielded to the majority. Jingting Dao Lord made a ‘please’ gesture.
…That only makes me want to hit you more!
Li Jin’an took a deep breath, intending to ignore her, and began recounting her experiences in the space-time turbulence.
Hearing this, the dangerous aura lingering in the cave abode finally dispersed. Jingting Dao Lord and Chixin Sword Lord both sat up straighter, each listening more intently than the other.
Li Jin’an gestured animatedly as she spoke, taking a moment to glance at Xie Huaixue. She saw that even though Xie Huaixue had the memories of her timeline, she still sat gracefully, listening attentively. Only then was Li Jin’an somewhat satisfied.
Of course, Li Jin’an’s narration inevitably carried subjective coloring, embellishing her less-than-dignified actions in the space-time turbulence.
Finally, Li Jin’an’s throat was dry. Chixin Sword Lord offered her fine wine as a reward.
“Oh, right, Yinyue Monarch asked me to deliver a message.”
Jingting Dao Lord and Chixin Sword Lord immediately sat up straight, their expressions solemn.
Although slandering seniors was disrespectful, Li Jin’an still felt that these two were as agitated as two scruffy, pitiful puppies who had been lost for ages and finally learned their owner was coming to find them. They looked calm, but their tails were practically wagging in the air.
Tsk, these seniors, one by one, are so immodest. How pathetic.
Given Jingting Dao Lord’s presence, she decided to tell Xie Huaixue about her discovery after they left.
Li Jin’an directly extracted her memory, solidifying it with her divine sense to play it in the air, similar to a memory stone, but at a huge cost.
Xie Huaixue fed Li Jin’an a Void Spirit Pill.
Li Jin’an felt the gentle touch of cool fingertips brushing her lips and smiled foolishly.
Jingting Dao Lord and Chixin Sword Lord had no time to look at the two of them, gazing almost obsessively at the vivid, smiling figure in mid-air.
Neither of them was a person who liked to deceive themselves. Moreover, seeing a past recording was just drinking poison to quench thirst, making their hearts tear even more.
Yinyue Monarch’s eyes, rather than looking at Li Jin’an sitting at her feet, were fixed straight ahead, as if she was looking across centuries at an old friend.
“Little Yu’er, are you still good?”
Seven words.
Chixin Sword Lord was already in tears.