Spectating the Angsty Romance of the Master and Disciple from the Sect Next Door Chapter 130

“You’re the best-behaved.” Yinyue Monarch’s eyes moved, and she said with a gentle smile, “Don’t cry.”
Yinyue Monarch was a person who often smiled, always smiling before speaking, elegant and gentle. However, those close to her knew this was just a facade; most of the time, her smiles didn’t come from true feelings, and others couldn’t discern her real emotions from her smile.
But at this moment, the Yinyue Monarch in Li Jin’an’s memory had relaxed eyes and upturned corners, a hint of playfulness in her gaze as she looked at her old friend centuries later, as if asking, Crying again? That’s not being good, you know.
She truly understood her dao companion, knowing that no matter how many years passed, Chixin Sword Lord would still be that crybaby who outwardly endured but would burst into tears and act spoiled the moment she saw her. Even after becoming Li Jin’an’s master, this habit hadn’t changed; at most, she wouldn’t cry in front of her disciple.
“Little Yu’er” was also the pet name Yinyue Monarch specifically used to coax Chixin Sword Lord when she cried. At such times, Chixin Sword Lord was the most delicate.
There was no helping it; Yinyue Monarch knew her little sword cultivator would definitely cry the moment she saw her, so she could only coax her this way.
The next second, the solidified image in the air abruptly shattered.
Chixin Sword Lord, quietly weeping, and Jingting Dao Lord, sitting upright, both froze. Their myriad thoughts came to an abrupt halt, and they violently turned their heads to look at Li Jin’an.
Li Jin’an blinked, truthfully saying, “Yinyue Monarch only gave these two sentences as her message.”
Chixin Sword Lord got two sentences, while Jingting Dao Lord got none.
“I asked Yinyue Monarch why she didn’t say more, and Yinyue Monarch said two sentences were enough, no need for more.”
Li Jin’an didn’t understand, but she complied.
Yinyue Monarch’s gentleness had a cruel, almost decisive quality.
The gentlest person was also the most resolute, never dragging things out, nor willing to give people hopeless expectations.
Always composed, always bearing the storm alone, always excluding others from her plans.
This was Yinyue Monarch’s way of loving.
But there was no helping it; to love her, one had to accept her as she was.
Li Jin’an thought her master’s reaction would be huge, but it wasn’t. In fact, Jingting Dao Lord was the one who reacted the most.
“No? Just two sentences?” Jingting Dao Lord abruptly stood up, her face filled with disbelief. She looked as if she wanted to dig up Yinyue Monarch’s grave and fight her to the death. “Which of her entrusted matters did I not help her with? This Monarch diligently worked for centuries, and in the end, I don’t even get a thank you? Simply preposterous!”
One could see she was furious; she was even referring to herself as “this Monarch.”
Li Jin’an, Xie Huaixue, and Chixin Sword Lord watched Jingting Dao Lord’s breakdown in silence.
Perhaps due to the stark contrast, Chixin Sword Lord wiped the tears from her face, rallied, and her words immediately hit a raw nerve. “I’m Yinyue’s dao companion. If she doesn’t speak to me, will she speak to you? A thank you? Isn’t my thanks enough?”
Yinyue told her not to cry, so she definitely wouldn’t cry. She listened to Yinyue the most.
She didn’t want her dao companion, from centuries ago, to still be worrying about her now.
Although there were only two sentences, they were enough for Chixin Sword Lord to feel Yinyue Monarch’s favoritism. When she looked at Jingting Dao Lord again, there was an inevitable hint of superior smugness and pity.
The Tyrant of the cultivation world, the Sect Leader of the Great Dao Sect, was nothing more than this.
Jingting Dao Lord’s mouth was also poison-tipped. She coldly snorted, “Dao companion? When did the Heavenly Dao witness your union? If Jin’an hadn’t revealed this matter to counter me, how many people in the cultivation world would know about you and Yinyue?”
Li Jin’an, who was narrowing her eyes and watching the two seniors break down, shrank closer to Xie Huaixue, fearing she would get splashed if a fight broke out. Was she involved in this too?
Although she had vaguely guessed the situation’s direction before releasing those two sentences…
Now, both the one who got a message and the one who didn’t were unhappy.
Chixin Sword Lord’s fingertips rested on her sword hilt, but her mouth remained unyielding. “I know she had her reasons. She had already suffered so much; I wouldn’t want to join other people’s evil deeds. Of course, I would be considerate and understanding of her.”
“Reasons? Evil deeds?” Jingting Dao Lord scoffed repeatedly, striding out of the cave abode, leaving a sentence behind, “Follow me! This Monarch will show you what a true evil-doer is, you defeated opponent.”
If it weren’t for the last four words, Chixin Sword Lord might not have fallen for the provocation. But with “defeated opponent” added, she was immediately goaded. She stood up and followed.
“It is my immense honor to witness Jingting Dao Lord’s prowess.” Chixin Sword Lord lifted her wine flask, looking satisfied, “Let’s have a fight. Consider it thanks for Jingting Dao Lord’s support of me and my dao companion.”
“…”
After they left, Li Jin’an poked her head out, still feeling lingering fear, and patted her chest. “These seniors are too restless, aren’t they?”
They started fighting at the slightest disagreement, much more explosive than them.
“And…” Li Jin’an looked puzzled, clearly finding it unbearable, “My master’s nickname is too… unexpected.”
Little Yu’er.
This nickname was more agitated than Chixin Sword Lord and Jingting Dao Lord combined. Hearing it made one want to deafen oneself.
These seniors were really playing fast and loose.
Li Jin’an found it hard to look at her master now. If she couldn’t control her mouth in the future and accidentally called Chixin Sword Lord by her nickname to her face… just thinking about it felt thrilling, though it would easily cause master and disciple to turn against each other. If only Jijin Peak and Chixin Peak didn’t become estranged until death, if only one of Jijin Peak and Chixin Peak could remain.
Chixin Sword Lord agreeing so readily to Jingting Dao Lord’s challenge probably had this reason too. If she didn’t leave, she would lose all face in front of her juniors. It was better to have a good fight with Jingting Dao Lord.
Xie Huaixue didn’t need to guess what she was thinking. She tried to dissuade her from her mischievous thoughts. “Sword Lord has a strong personality and misses her master greatly. It’s best not to mention this in front of her.”
Lest it harm the master-disciple harmony.
Li Jin’an gave a dry laugh. “Alright, I won’t call my master by her nickname in front of her then.”
“Mm.” Xie Huaixue smiled faintly and said seriously, “You’re the best-behaved.”
On the matter of who was the “best-behaved little sword cultivator,” Xie Huaixue clearly had a different opinion from Yinyue Monarch. Each had their own preferences, which was understandable.
Recalling Yinyue Monarch’s “You’re the best-behaved” to Chixin Sword Lord, Li Jin’an’s face immediately flushed. She stammered, unable to form words, finally managing to squeeze out, “Why are you two master and disciple like this?”
Concise, yet not missing an opportunity to tease, completely dominating the other pair of master and disciple.
Xie Huaixue pondered for a moment. “It’s my fault.”
This wasn’t admitting fault; it was clearly pushing Li Jin’an into a corner, leaving her nowhere to go, unable to cope.
Li Jin’an couldn’t stand it anymore. She directly pounced onto Xie Huaixue, pulling her towards the bedroom.
It was time to turn passive into active.
A dark and stormy night was not only suitable for fighting to resolve old grievances but also a good time to follow medical advice.
The two fell onto the bed. Li Jin’an, relying on instinct, eagerly kissed Xie Huaixue’s lips.
It wasn’t just about cultivating together to repair soul damage; they truly needed a passionate, utterly entwined embrace to release the fatigue and unease brought by their turbulent journey during this period.
Only by clinging tightly, blending perfectly, being in each other, inseparable, could they dispel the insecurity in their hearts.
A long time passed.
Li Jin’an leaned back, sighing comfortably. She hugged Xie Huaixue from behind, rubbing her sweaty forehead against her, like a large cat scent-marking its territory, encircling Xie Huaixue in her embrace.
Xie Huaixue was too weak to push her away and could only let her rub against her.
After she had enough rubbing, Li Jin’an asked, feigning indifference, “How did you get the memories from my timeline?”
She had been dwelling on this question for a long time, desperately wanting to know the answer, but she was afraid Xie Huaixue would bring up old scores, talking about her and Huaihuai and A-Huai… So she had endured. Now, she finally couldn’t hold back anymore.
Xie Huaixue slightly raised her shoulder. Her pure white inner garment slipped, revealing her snowy shoulder and the scattered crimson hickey marks, beautiful enough to captivate anyone.
Li Jin’an instantly thought of red plum blossoms on snow, and was immediately entranced by the beauty, lowering her guard against danger.
“Are you afraid I’ll compete with Huaihuai and A-Huai?”
Xie Huaixue’s gaze fell on Li Jin’an’s face as she retorted coolly.
Li Jin’an’s narrowed eyes immediately widened. She pulled up Xie Huaixue’s clothes with a righteous expression. “Don’t catch a cold.”
Although she didn’t know how a Unity stage cultivator could catch a cold, Li Jin’an hoped Xie Huaixue wouldn’t get sick.
“Mm?”
Xie Huaixue hooked Li Jin’an’s face, which was trying to escape.
Li Jin’an played dumb, burying her face in Xie Huaixue’s shoulder, and even turned the tables, speaking in a strange tone, “How can you turn your back on me so quickly? You were just begging me a moment ago, ‘An’an, slower’…”
Before she could finish, her mouth was covered.
Li Jin’an took the opportunity to kiss Xie Huaixue’s palm, then removed her hand and said with utmost sincerity, “Can we just let this go? Okay!”
“…Okay.”
Even Immortal Venerable Qingxiao, who had never suffered a defeat, could not contend with Jijin Sword Sovereign’s shamelessness.
Xie Huaixue cast a light glance at her and simply said two words, “Secret treasure.”
“It’s not that I have the memories of Xie Huaixue from your timeline, but that I saw a portion of the scenes through a secret treasure.”
Li Jin’an’s attention was diverted. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Xie Huaixue suspiciously. “When did you get this secret treasure? You weren’t secretly watching me when we were still sworn enemies, were you?”
Perhaps she was too naive before, so whenever this topic came up, Li Jin’an immediately became alert, her ears perked up high, looking at Xie Huaixue with extreme suspicion.
“…Afterwards, no.”
To make Immortal Venerable Qingxiao speechless to this extent, only Jijin Sword Sovereign could do it.
“That’s good, that’s good.” Li Jin’an let out a huge sigh of relief.
It was truly because she used to be foolish and hot-tempered. Every time she lost a fight, she’d stomp around Jijin Peak, cursing Xie Huaixue. Even when not fighting, if anything went wrong, she’d blame Xie Huaixue regardless.
Xie Huaixue’s clear eyes swept over her, clearly understanding why Li Jin’an looked so guilty.
“It’s so unfair. I can’t even see what you did to me.” Li Jin’an sighed in disappointment, but also looked at Xie Huaixue with hopeful eyes, her desire to know what Xie Huaixue experienced in the space-time turbulence overflowing.
“It’s nothing much.” Xie Huaixue truly had no talent for storytelling. She spoke plainly, “The only timeline I stayed in for a relatively long time was when we were over four hundred years old.”
“You looked very pitifully at me, and my heart softened.”
Li Jin’an’s brow twitched, as if realizing something.
Xie Huaixue sighed, “I thought the timeline would be corrected, so losing to you once is fine too.”