Spectating the Angsty Romance of the Master and Disciple from the Sect Next Door Chapter 140

Li Jin’an had originally planned to ride a small donkey to Three Realms Mountain, but the impolite Dao Lord Jingting resolutely stopped her, even threatening to die.
If you’re going to cause trouble, cause trouble. If you’re going to make mischief, make mischief. If you’re going to be a villain, be a villain. There’s no need to lower your standards.
The matter of forcing the demon race to rebel was truly fierce, heroic, and solemn, even carrying a hint of condescending disdain, completely seizing the initiative. But if a clumsy little donkey were added…
Dao Lord Jingting couldn’t even imagine the Dao Sect’s historical records stating that during her tenure, Jijin Sword Sovereign rode a small donkey, humming a tune, to fight the Demon Lord.
A Sword Cultivator from the Sword Sect making the Dao Sect’s Sect Master lose face alongside her.
Better to let the world continue to curse her as cruel and inhumane!
She absolutely would not tolerate any small donkey leaving the Dao Sect. At least not while she was still the Dao Sect’s Sect Master, absolutely not!
As for Li Jin’an having another ‘flash of inspiration’ and riding out a small donkey during Yun Liuguang’s tenure, that would be none of her business.
Also, a certain Immortal Venerable should stop being so biased, practicing nepotism, and agreeing to any outrageous request from her Dao companion!
This really won’t do!
Regarding her own master’s undisguised malicious thoughts, the gentle and refined Young Sect Master responded, “Master’s cultivation is unfathomably profound, her immortal path prosperous. She is destined for long life and enduring vision, leading the ignorant masses towards enlightenment.”
A certain Immortal Venerable, utterly biased, nodded in agreement, her eyes clear and sharp, carrying an air of grace and nobility. “The Young Sect Master is absolutely right.”
Dao Lord Jingting rolled her eyes in front of everyone, openly expressing her dissatisfaction with the Dao Sect’s Young Sect Master and Qingxiao Immortal Venerable.
She knew these juniors had no respect or reverence for their elders! Look, look! They just broke through to the Mahayana Realm and are already bullying the old and weak, completely without mercy.
Yinyue Monarch and her disciple are both heartless individuals. They go all out to bully this old woman for the sake of those two sword cultivators, big and small, and even corrupted her own disciple.
Truly, the world grows cold, and people’s hearts are no longer ancient.
What’s more terrifying is that the most troublesome junior hasn’t even broken through yet. I can’t imagine how lively Taishi Peak will be once Li Jin’an breaks through to the Mahayana Realm.
Meanwhile, Jijin Sword Sovereign, against whom Dao Lord Jingting was on guard, traveled leisurely westward, passing through Peach Blossom Dock, Yongjia City, Yuanzhao City, Liyou City in the Circlet Realm… Under the gaze of all, she arrived at Fufeng Domain, which bordered Three Realms Mountain and was also the human realm’s last line of defense.
Upon reaching Fufeng Domain, she stopped. Without concealing her tracks, she casually wandered the streets, buying this and that. She even bought out an elderly flower seller’s stall, simply because the old woman said that anyone with such a beautiful and considerate wife must have accumulated great virtue from their ancestors.
Jijin Sword Sovereign, flattered into a broad grin, waved her hand and bought all the flowers.
The people of the Lingjing Sect, disbelieving, continued their investigation and found that this fellow really hadn’t split off a clone to sneak attack Wu Zhaoxing in the demon realm. Her stopping in Fufeng Domain had no other reason than simply wanting to buy Whirlwind Flowers.
Besides serving as the human race’s frontline against the demon race, Fufeng Domain was also renowned throughout the Lancang Continent for its Whirlwind Flowers, which symbolized courage, resilience, and unwavering devotion until death.
Likely, many famous anecdotes that have survived to this day can be linked to love, and Whirlwind Flowers are no exception. Legend has it that a pair of cultivators, while defending a human city from demon invasion, fought to the death without retreating, spilling their last drop of blood in a magnificent and tragic song, both grand and poignant.
Their last drop of blood seeped into the earth, and overnight, Fufeng Domain bloomed beautifully, a breathtaking sight.
In life, they were like-minded Dao companions, soulmates, and brave warriors. After death, they transformed into Whirlwind Flowers that scattered everywhere with the wind, forever watching over the human world they once protected.
Regardless of whether Whirlwind Flowers were truly formed from the heroic souls of these two cultivators after their deaths, people were willing to give them a perfect ending.
The former Li Jin’an, like a wild boar unable to appreciate fine rice, was most impatient with matters of love and affection. Now, she changed her mind as quickly as turning a page, finding Whirlwind Flowers and their story extremely beautiful, perfect as a gift for Xie Huaixue.
She herself was pleased, but those constantly monitoring her were utterly depressed.
The idlers from the Lingjing Sect were so angry they stomped their feet, roaring that Jijin Sword Sovereign was beyond reason. They wished they could grab her collar and ask what on earth she was doing, if she was trying to provoke them, and if she couldn’t be serious – did she really have to buy those flowers now?!
Isn’t this just messing with people’s minds?!
How was it that whether it was a good deed or a bad one, once it involved Jijin Sword Sovereign, it always took on a different flavor?
It made it impossible to guess her next move. If one did manage to guess what she would do next, they wouldn’t feel smart at all; they would only feel that they were not far from becoming an indescribable madman.
Not only on the cultivation world’s side, but Wu Zhaoxing in the Demon Palace also laughed in extreme rage upon hearing her subordinate’s report, her voice squeezed through gritted teeth. “What an Jijin Sword Sovereign, what an Jijin Sword Sovereign!”
Others saw Li Jin’an’s composure, but Wu Zhaoxing saw Li Jin’an’s contempt for her and for the demon race. It was as if she was still the Immortal Venerable’s third disciple, whom Li Jin’an could whip at will, still completely disregarded, and as disdainful as ever.
The subordinate below shivered in response but dared not interrupt her, wishing to minimize their presence and disappear on the spot.
After three years in power, no demon would again regard Wu Zhaoxing as a weak, promising succubus. She had allowed two demon monarchs to suppress and devour the territory and clans of another demon monarch who hadn’t sided with her, then in turn devoured her allies who increasingly disregarded her, and finally put forth three new demon monarchs who were entirely her puppets…
All forty-eight cities of the demon realm were now in her hands. All demons lived under her control; no demon could defy her.
The demon attendants in the Demon Palace had been replaced entirely, but what remained unchanged was the Demon Palace’s law of survival: only usefulness to the Demon Lord mattered.
“Get out!”
“Your subordinate takes his leave.” The demon general, who had narrowly escaped, quickly exited the main hall, not daring to linger for a moment.
What did it matter if he was a Void Refinement stage demon general? Before Wu Zhaoxing, he still felt a sense of dread like facing an abyss, making it hard to breathe, as if he would be entirely swallowed the next second.
Wu Zhaoxing on the throne had an exceedingly gloomy expression. She said through gritted teeth, “I will kill Jijin!”
If Li Jin’an wasn’t killed, the Dao companion position of her master would be occupied, and the stain on her would never be washed away.
Jijin Sword Sovereign, must die!
“You’re very jealous of her.” A mocking voice sounded in her ear.
Wu Zhaoxing suddenly turned her head, her gaze dark as she looked at the empty air beside her.
The malicious voice continued to speak.
“Isn’t that right? You’re clearly driven mad with jealousy. No, you were a madwoman to begin with; Jijin Sword Sovereign just makes you appear even more despicable and lowly. The world reveres her; her master, disciples, and friends are all perfectly content. She’s more dazzling than the sun. Your good master only loves her and has never had eyes for you. Compared to her, why would your master even notice a rat in a gutter…”
“Shut up!” Wu Zhaoxing snarled, her face contorted in a ferocious grimace.
The voice grew even more pleased. “Hahahahaha, did I hit upon the truth you least wanted to face in your heart?”
Wu Zhaoxing’s face was ashen, but she was helpless against this voice.
She couldn’t say when this voice had appeared. It seemed that ever since she used that Devouring Art, not only did she suffer constant splitting headaches, walking on the verge of collapse, but this voice also followed her like a shadow.
Would a demon still have heart demons?
How absurd.
Wu Zhaoxing closed her eyes and leaned back against the magnificent, cold throne. As things stood, she only had this one path to walk. Whether it was a heart demon or the means by which the mastermind behind the Devouring Art controlled her, she had no regrets.
It would be fine if she just killed everyone who stood in her way. Then no one would remember her disgrace.
Wu Zhaoxing suddenly opened her eyes, her blood-red pupils growing even more crimson. “Jijin Sword Sovereign…”
…
Li Jin’an was unaware that so many people were thinking about her. She was enthusiastically sending small paper cranes to Xie Huaixue, telling her where she was, what gifts she had bought, and how much she missed Xie Huaixue—a feeling that even “a day apart feels like three autumns” couldn’t fully describe.
She sent paper cranes to Xie Huaixue on a whim, precisely because she had seen ordinary couples reminding each other to write letters when parting. She remembered it and immediately imitated them, reporting her whereabouts and asking Xie Huaixue to reply.
In the end, she had become the mimic she once detested the most.
Not to mention Xie Huaixue’s radiant smile upon receiving the small paper cranes, Dao Lord Jingting and Chixin Sword Lord, who had specifically rushed over to join the fun, both wore expressions of utter embarrassment, not wanting to admit this was their own child.
Before, when the child was dull, they worried immensely. Now that the child had finally opened up and found a Dao companion, it caused even more worry. If not a blockhead, then a fool—either way, they were certainly ‘melon-headed’.
After sending off the small paper cranes, Li Jin’an stretched and continued on her journey. Along the way, she caught her three disciples, Qi Lingzi, Tan Yanyi, and Ling Qiu, who were clearly supposed to be cultivating in the east but had appeared in Fufeng Domain. She sternly rejected their proposal to follow her to the demon realm.
It wasn’t because she worried about her disciples’ safety. It was simply that if their master couldn’t ride a small donkey, her disciples naturally couldn’t get what they wanted.
Li Jin’an sent the three to the Sword Sect’s outpost in Fufeng Domain, instructing Xiaoxiang Sword Lord and Junxing Sword Lord, who were stationed there, to keep a close eye on them.
What could Xiaoxiang and Junxing do, having left the Sword Sect but not Li Jin’an? They could only tearfully accept the three miniature versions of Li Jin’an.
Next time, the two of them would run into the deepest mountains and old forests, to see if Li Jin’an could still catch them!
This time, with no more worries, Li Jin’an finally arrived at the most magnificent and grand mountain range of Three Realms Mountain, which was also the primary battlefield between the human and demon races—First Heaven Gorge, a place historically coveted by strategists.
Li Jin’an didn’t resort to assassination. She leaped to the peak of the mountains, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed. She gently waved her Blazing Radiance Sword towards the Demon Palace, her thin lips parting, “Kill.”
The sword unleashed.
A sweeping strike.
In an instant, heaven and earth changed color.
The Jijin Sword Intent once again bloomed into incomparably magnificent fiery trees and silver flowers. It didn’t burn any plants or flowers, yet it swept towards the demon realm with extreme scorching heat and ferocity.
The terrifying sword qi was unstoppable, surging towards the nearest demon realm city in a sweeping torrent.
Even the demonic energy was stirred by the scorching sword qi, emitting crackling sounds, and the demon realm’s pitch-black night brightened slightly.
Wielding her long sword, its radiance dazzling, she made the heavens lose their color with a single flourish.
Li Jin’an remained suspended in the void, seeming quite pleased to see the swirling heat below her. Her brows relaxed, and she smiled faintly.
Carrying a single sword, she trod on floating clouds, going wherever she pleased.
Just this one sword strike reminded everyone of Jijin Sword Sovereign’s titles as the foremost in sword arts and a wild eccentric.
Beneath a great name, there is no empty reputation.
A demon city was annihilated.
Just then, Xie Huaixue’s reply arrived.