Spectating the Angsty Romance of the Master and Disciple from the Sect Next Door Chapter 175

Li Jin’an didn’t know how the late Xie Huaixue reacted to that remark. Anyway, the moment she leaped out of the formation, too late to check the dim Heavenly Tome in her spiritual sea, she pulled Xie Huaixue’s waiting hand and said cryptically, “I’m going to punish you.”
“Hm?” Xie Huaixue chuckled softly, her fingertips rubbing Li Jin’an’s wrist. “Did I make you unhappy?”
This ‘I’ naturally wasn’t the Xie Huaixue waiting for Li Jin’an to return home on Qingxiao Peak, but Xie Huaixue from another time-space.
“Not really. It’s just that you came too slowly; I waited for you for a long time. Don’t you think I should punish you?” Li Jin’an always had her own logic.
Xie Huaixue nodded solemnly. “Indeed, I should be punished.”
Li Jin’an originally knew she was being unreasonable, but seeing Xie Huaixue agree so seriously, she finally felt a little embarrassed.
Soon, she reflected: She finally had a chance to openly bully Xie Huaixue, so why be embarrassed? It was already her being restrained enough not to push her luck.
Sword cultivators were still too thin-skinned. This bad habit must change! In the cultivation world, only by being shameless can one get by better. She wanted to blend in with the world.
A wicked smile tugged at the corner of Li Jin’an’s mouth. She grabbed Xie Huaixue’s wrist, announced loudly, and uttered wild words, “My punishment for you is this: after I beat Wu Zhaoxing to death, you must wear my clothes to pick me up when I come home!”
Xie Huaixue’s eyebrow twitched slightly. She quietly looked at Li Jin’an, her gaze seemingly incredulous and somewhat indescribable.
Li Jin’an was puzzled. “Why are you looking at me like that? Don’t you agree?”
Otherwise, why would Xie Huaixue’s expression be so vivid? Was wearing her scarlet brocade robes so difficult? How pretty they were!
“…I can wear them privately,” Xie Huaixue said very softly, pressing her lips together. “When you resolve the Heavenly Tome and return again, Master and the others will be waiting here.”
What on earth was that all about? Actually, it did have a little something to do with them.
Li Jin’an’s sword brain had a flash of inspiration. Suddenly, she thought of something, her eyes instantly becoming clear. She leaned closer to Xie Huaixue, clicking her tongue in wonder and laughing uncontrollably, “You thought I wanted you to wear my clothes, and then do something to you, didn’t you?”
Xie Huaixue pressed her lips together and remained silent, turning her head away, unwilling to look at Li Jin’an’s strange and deliberately teasing expression.
Li Jin’an found Xie Huaixue truly adorable, but also deeply misunderstood her.
Oh, and in public too, when Yinyue Monarch, Chixin Sword Lord, Jingting Dao Lord, Xie Wushen, Liu Xinshu—these elders—and Qi Lingzi, Tan Yanyi, Ling Qiu—these juniors—were all gathered on Qingxiao Peak, for Xie Huaixue to wear her clothes in front of all of them… Xie Wushen and Liu Xinshu, her two adoptive mothers and fathers, wouldn’t they have to chop her with a knife?! Those two still hadn’t accepted the grim fact that their daughter was a baby before they closed their eyes, and upon opening them, she had been abducted by the neighboring sword cultivator, whose master had even abducted their dearest friend. Due to their unavoidable ‘love the house, love the crow’ situation, the two naive souls could only spar with Chixin Sword Lord. But if Li Jin’an brought their private intimacies into the open, those two would probably fight her to the death. Could she tell Xie Wushen and Liu Xinshu that she hadn’t originally meant it, and that Xie Huaixue had started it first?
Hiss. No wonder Xie Huaixue’s expression was so strange.
“But…” Li Jin’an said to Xie Huaixue with a serious expression, “I think your idea is particularly good. You can just wear them privately for me; there’s no need for them to see our little intimate moments as Dao companions.”
Could she say that she hadn’t thought of this at all at first? Her original intention was just to tease Xie Huaixue; she hadn’t thought that far. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it; it was just that her sword brain couldn’t think of things that took a turn beforehand. It was entirely a case of ‘flowers planted with care fail to bloom, while willows planted without thought grow into shade.’ Seriously, she wouldn’t really be seen as a pervert in Xie Huaixue’s eyes, would she? Otherwise, how could everything lead to bedroom matters?! Since Xie Huaixue misunderstood her like this, if she didn’t make this image real, wouldn’t she have been wronged for nothing?! An ordinary person, when wronged, would either try their best to explain and clear themselves of suspicion, or simply let the clear prove themselves, not getting caught in the act of self-justification. And sword cultivators also had two paths: first, it was indeed their bad deed, and they’d directly confront the culprit. Second, if it wasn’t their doing, but a sword cultivator with a lifelong rebellious spirit couldn’t bear to be wronged for no reason, they would turn around and make the accusation real, then triumphantly tell the person who wronged them, “Now it’s correct; we really did it.”
Xie Huaixue still didn’t want to speak to her.
Li Jin’an was radiant and spirited. Without Xie Huaixue needing to answer, she chattered away to herself, her little mouth never stopping.
“As expected of my Dao companion, you truly understand my thoughts! Before, I only collected various dual cultivation techniques and researched positions for spiritual intercourse. How could I have forgotten to put effort into clothes!”
“Speaking of which, you’ve only worn red clothes twice, it seems: once when we got married in the illusion, and once when we became Dao companions at the Dao Companion Ceremony.” Li Jin’an gazed at Xie Huaixue with blazing, extremely bright eyes, looking very proud.
Actually, at the Dao Companion Ceremony, they wore Daoist robes, which weren’t entirely wedding attire, but they were indeed red clothes. However, it didn’t stop Li Jin’an from smugly putting her hands on her hips in her heart, her mouth curving upwards so hard she couldn’t press it down. After all, Xie Huaixue’s exceptions in this life originated because of her, and wearing red clothes was entirely for marrying and bonding with her.
Jijin Sword Sovereign would always be Qingxiao Immortal Venerable’s exception and special favoritism.
Li Jin’an asked in a tempting tone, “Want to wear it a third time?”
Xie Huaixue finally looked up at her and softly responded, “Mhm.”
Once a person had a goal, they would burst forth with infinite potential.
Li Jin’an felt like a donkey with a carrot dangling in front of its forehead, diligently pulling the millstone to eat the carrot, but she enjoyed it.
The day after she returned, without needing several more days of rest, she energetically jumped into the time-reversal formation, urging the Black Butterfly, which worked non-stop and was always embedded in the formation’s core, to hurry and not waste her precious time.
Actually, every time Li Jin’an returned, she rested for a few days instead of eliminating the Heavenly Tome in one go. It wasn’t because she loved acting spoiled with Xie Huaixue; it was purely because traveling through time-space was too exhausting for her spirit, energy, and vitality. The fatigue spread from the deepest part of her soul, allowing her to experience what it felt like for extremely intelligent people like Xie Huaixue, Yinyue Monarch, and Jingting Dao Lord to frequently use their brains for scheming and plotting.
As usual, she gave Xie Huaixue a kiss on the face, then spiritedly began to work.
This time, she didn’t need to retrace thousands of years back, only crossing a short few years of time.
…
Li Jin’an was still stuck in the time-space rift, squeezed so hard she couldn’t stand, so she skillfully squatted down. She was too lazy to curse that dog-thing Heavenly Dao. No, she was cursing the original Heavenly Dao. The current Heavenly Dao had a wisp of Dao Venerable’s consciousness, so she couldn’t harm the innocent.
She was looking down with a strange expression—
When the Sword Sect travels, not a blade of grass grows. Within a ten-mile radius, even the chattering cicadas had to shut up and fall silent.
Over twenty sword cultivators arrogantly released their sword intent, running rampant without restraint, heading to the Dao Sect as if they were back home, wishing they could beat gongs and drums to announce to the entire cultivation world that they had set off.
This was precisely when Li Jin’an had just obtained the Heavenly Tome, was heading to the Dao Sect to watch Wu Zhaoxing’s disciple-acceptance ceremony, and intended to judge the Heavenly Tome’s authenticity through the cold poison.
The previous two times, she hadn’t crossed paths with the other Li Jin’an from the original time-space. This time, the two Li Jin’ans were finally going to meet.
Of course, the rejection force of this time-space towards her, an outsider, would be at its maximum. She might even be squeezed out the moment she appeared.
It wasn’t the Heavenly Dao playing tricks; the original time-space law was simply like this. The backdoor was already opened to its maximum; as for anything else, Li Jin’an would have to work hard herself.
The Li Jin’an in the rift arbitrarily deprived her past self below of the right to also be called Li Jin’an. Anyway, that version of her couldn’t beat the current her, so the defeated one would be called Little Li.
As for her sixteen-year-old self, she would move down one spot in order and be called Tiny Li.
If she didn’t consider the opinions of other Li Jin’ans, she was actually very fair. Both her distant sixteen-year-old self and her self from a few years ago were “persecuted” without discrimination—though they painfully lost their original name, they both received unpleasant nicknames.
Looking at herself from an outsider’s perspective, even Li Jin’an, who had vowed to abandon her shame, had to admit they were too arrogant. It was as if the entire sect were crabs walking sideways with their chins raised, making one inexplicably angry and itching to do something.
In contrast, the three juniors were frightened and trembling. Qi Lingzi and Tan Yanyi stood uncomfortably on their flying swords, enduring the gazes of their fellow disciples who were watching a show. Ling Qiu looked distressed, preparing to meet her ancestral ‘arch-nemesis.’
The four, master and disciples, had no idea how much this trip to the Dao Sect would change them.
A group of crabs domineeringly trespassed into the Dao Sect’s territory. Sword Lord Xiaoxiang and Sword Lord Junxing, the two ill-fated sisters who stuck together, couldn’t possibly catch her, so they could only exchange hypocritical pleasantries.
Jiang Fengmian led the Jijin Peak master and disciples, who had secretly run towards Qingxiao Peak, to the sect’s main hall. Not long after they sat down, Qingxiao Immortal Venerable stepped in, and a certain Sword Sovereign started grinding her teeth…
Li Jin’an silently covered her face, belatedly feeling embarrassed. She couldn’t bear to look at her past self below, who wore a fearless expression and wished she could fight Xie Huaixue until heaven and earth shattered, looking utterly hopeless and beyond saving.
At this time, Little Li was uncomfortably infuriated by that damned Heavenly Tome. She drew her sword and looked around with a blank heart, filled with anger. She naturally found everything displeasing to the eye and had never imagined she could reconcile with her arch-nemesis and even become Dao companions.
Love truly was a strange thing that could blind one’s eyes. Even Qingxiao Immortal Venerable, who cultivated the Emotionless Dao, couldn’t escape it. Faced with such a punchable Jijin Sword Sovereign, she actually didn’t give her a punch but instead gave her the Heavenly Tome… which didn’t seem much better; she might as well have just given her a punch.
Huh? Could this be Xie Huaixue’s way of retaliating after being angered by her?
As Li Jin’an wished she could dig her toes through the time-space rift, the sect’s main hall below, always opened for important matters, stood quietly. The figures within it appeared and spoke one by one according to the original timeline.
Jingting Dao Lord initiated the usual spat, the Sword Sovereign spoke sarcastically, and the Immortal Venerable subtly resolved the Sword Sovereign’s sarcastic routine, the main topic of the disciple-acceptance ceremony finally began. The elder of the Hall of Reverent Affairs also sighed in relief.
If it didn’t start soon, the auspicious time, which was already becoming ominous instead of auspicious, would be missed.
Soon came Jijin Sword Sovereign’s earth-shattering “tsk.”
Wu Zhaoxing, who hadn’t changed her name yet, was holding the tea for respecting Master, looking at her future Master with an expression of reverence and adoration.
Qingxiao Immortal Venerable stood up, indifferently refused the tea, and just as she was about to teleport away, someone appeared out of thin air, bouncing down happily.
“Hehehe, Immortal Venerable, why so fast?!”