Spectating the Angsty Romance of the Master and Disciple from the Sect Next Door Chapter 5

Li Jin’an pondered deeply, then suddenly thought of something and murmured to herself, “It seems that’s right. A little over a hundred years ago, just after I took in my eldest qilin disciple, who struggled to even say a word, Xie Huaixue left the sect for a while. I couldn’t even find anyone to fight back then. Soon after, she brought back a little one from outside, saying she wanted to take her as a disciple.”
Why did she remember it so clearly? There were three reasons.
Firstly, because she couldn’t find anyone to fight, Li Jin’an wreaked havoc on Qingxiao Peak, roasting and eating the spiritual herbs and plants personally cultivated by Xie Huaixue as side dishes. The conflicted expressions of the Dao Sect members who wanted to stop her but couldn’t, only made it taste even more delicious.
Secondly, and most importantly, right after Li Jin’an took in her first disciple, Xie Huaixue took on another one. Given Li Jin’an’s stubborn habit of blaming Xie Huaixue for three-tenths of everything first, she certainly believed Xie Huaixue had taken on that disciple just to spite her, simply to prove she was better at everything.
This person wasn’t just a little bit evil. She didn’t know how those people in the cultivation world could be so blind as to think Xie Huaixue was elegantly unparalleled and cared for the common people. They should spend some spirit stones to get their eyes checked.
Thirdly, once she had disciples, she had to set an example and couldn’t personally get involved. Thus, the rivalry and animosity between the Sword Sovereign and the Immortal Venerable gradually evolved into confrontations between the disciples of Jijin Peak and the Qingxiao lineage.
No, there was no kindness between her and Xie Huaixue, only resentment and hatred!
In a way, this was also a decline in aesthetic appreciation. The idlers who had eagerly started gambling on how many moves it would take for the Sword Sovereign to lose couldn’t even raise their spirits anymore.
This had all happened over a hundred years ago.
Li Jin’an had originally wondered why she had never heard of Lan Ci’s background; after all, as Xie Huaixue’s eldest disciple, she held some weight in the cultivation world. In a moment, she understood and sighed.
The significance of one Core Formation and three Foundation Establishment cultivators was too slight for the cultivation world. The Wen Nanlan Clan itself had never known about this, and not a single rumor had spread. No one knew that the Immortal Venerable’s first disciple had such a background, because such incidents occurred endlessly and were common.
Li Jin’an shook her head, lowered it, and continued reading, wondering if Xie Huaixue would help her eldest disciple get revenge.
She did not.
The book stated that Xie Huaixue wanted to pursue the black-clad figures but found that all auras had dissipated. Even time and space had been artificially disturbed, obliterating all traces, leaving only boundless bloodshed. Even though Lan Ci was disappointed, she knew this wasn’t the immortal’s fault. From then on, a seed of wanting to become stronger was deeply planted in her heart.
Later, Lan Ci learned that the immortal who saved her had suffered a similar fate—a ruined family and dead loved ones. The only difference was that her master knew who her enemies were, while she did not. It was inevitable she would empathize.
Li Jin’an, outside the book, curled her lips. So there were things even you, Xie Huaixue, couldn’t do, tsk tsk tsk.
Also, she wondered if she was overthinking it, but the descriptions in the book were simply too syrupy.
For instance, when Xie Huaixue settled Lan Ci in an inn: [Lan Ci crouched wetly in the corner, her gaze soft, joyfully and adoringly looking at the immortal who hadn’t abandoned her], [Lan Ci pursed her lips, wanting to take the immortal’s gleaming white, slender, jade-like hand with her own small one, but her hand was too dirty, still reeking of the fresh blood from that day. These hands were truly unworthy of the immortal]…
This… this is disgusting!
Li Jin’an shook off the goosebumps. The book stated that Xie Huaixue had merely lowered her head, glanced at Lan Ci, and then indifferently withdrew her gaze, unmoved. She no longer thought Xie Huaixue was as cold as an ice block dummy.
If Xie Huaixue had actually taken those bloody little hands, she would definitely extract this passage and make her three disciples at home copy it thousands of times to distribute to everyone in the Dao Sect!
By the Ancestors above! Even teenage human girls nowadays were so…
Li Jin’an was unable to put her shock into words; she only felt that the outside world was truly wild.
The Sword Sovereign, single for 1,200 years, simply couldn’t understand how Lan Ci could fall madly in love in the span of a single glance. Wasn’t this truly repaying kindness with enmity?
Developing feelings of love for a master cultivating the Emotionless Dao… truly, she wanted to completely destroy Xie Huaixue. And Xie Huaixue had a full three such disciples!
What terrible karma to encounter these disciples.
She inexplicably felt a bit of sympathy for Xie Huaixue… Wait! If someone truly shattered Xie Huaixue’s Emotionless Dao, wouldn’t she be able to take advantage of her weakness and seize the opportunity to defeat Xie Huaixue?!
Li Jin’an’s eyes lit up. With the Sword Sovereign’s level of education, “take advantage of her weakness” was the only phrase she could think of. Her excitement lasted less than a second. Her narrow, sharp phoenix eyes couldn’t help but narrow, and recalling events from a thousand years ago, she lightly ‘tsk’ed.
She was somewhat displeased, because someone was just as vicious as her.
As if about to touch upon memories she didn’t want to recall, Li Jin’an’s face turned foul, and she lost all interest in seeing Xie Huaixue made a fool of. Whenever she encountered plots of disciples unilaterally crushing on their masters, she skipped past them, even when doing her morning lessons she had to immerse herself in something related to Xie Huaixue’s peerlessly beautiful face — what kind of good thing was that?!
This skipping went on for many pages.
Li Jin’an frowned and kept flipping through the book.
Was it really just a leisure book only about romantic fluff?
Even Tan Yanyi knew to read cliché stories about falling into misfortune, then diligently strengthening oneself to exact revenge. Even if she wanted to get something for nothing, like pie falling from the sky, she’d want to encounter fortuitous opportunities like the protagonists in storybooks, not focus solely on love and romance.
Not doing proper work like this, what right did she have to defeat her own qilin disciple?!
Although her three disciples from Jijin Peak couldn’t bring her glory, Li Jin’an still acknowledged Qi Lingzi’s status as her first disciple. In the future, it would be Qi Lingzi who inherited her Dao lineage. This was precisely because Qi Lingzi’s temperament was impeccable: she was friendly towards her junior sisters, upright and reliable, never lazy in cultivation, and diligently cultivated every day, swinging her sword more times than the other two slackers combined.
Her own cubs always seemed well-behaved, no matter how one looked at them.
And Lan Ci, who spent ten out of twelve hours a day looking towards Xie Huaixue’s residence, could still surpass Qi Lingzi? What right did she have?!
Li Jin’an felt injustice for her own cubs, and blasphemously looked up, glaring at the hazy void.
Look at what kind of nonsense this is!
After her anger subsided, Li Jin’an was left with the joy of watching Xie Huaixue’s drama. She swore Xie Huaixue had absolutely no idea of Lan Ci’s twisted feelings for her, and even if she did find out, she’d be completely indifferent.
In a corner completely unknown to Xie Huaixue, Lan Ci played out one grand drama after another all by herself.
Later, another person was added to this grand drama: Xie Huaixue’s second disciple, Zhong Fei, who was actually a half-yao hiding her true nature!
Before this, Li Jin’an had not known that Zhong Fei was a half-yao. The Dao Sect contained countless old traditionalists; a half-yao would absolutely never be allowed to step foot into the Dao Sect. If this was true, then the matter was very clear.
A drama unfolded between the two disciples as they vied for favor right in front of Xie Huaixue, but she didn’t notice or simply ignored them. As a result, the two disciples competed even more fiercely behind her back.
Li Jin’an laughed so hard she was doubled over.
If this was the reason for the Qingxiao lineage’s excellence, then forget it. She wasn’t envious at all; they could take their favor-seeking and get lost.
After that, the plot accelerated. Interspersed were brief descriptions of external disciples challenging Lan Ci and Zhong Fei and being easily defeated, until the grand ceremony to take in the third disciple arrived.
Li Jin’an immediately sat up straight, not even caring that the book hadn’t given her own disciple a proper name—such a terrible omission. She stared at the words “disciple acceptance ceremony.”
If it was truly the Heavenly Dao… or whatever, that made her read this book, did it mean the events in the book were foretelling the future?
And the time the book mentioned taking in the third disciple was… ten days later!
Li Jin’an suddenly remembered that half a month ago, the Dao Sect had indeed sent an invitation to the Sword Sect. Because they didn’t want the Sword Sovereign entering the Dao Sect’s gates, the invitation was sent to the Sword Sect Master, subtly asking the Sword Sect Master to pass it to other Sword Sect elders to attend the ceremony.
What was she thinking then? Why didn’t she snatch the invitation? That’s not like me. Forget it. Once I’m out of here, I’ll snatch it! Then we’ll see what’s what.
The subsequent content involved the future, and Li Jin’an read it meticulously, laughing even louder, her cackling laughter shaking the surrounding mist three times.
This third disciple was just so sneaky, gloomy and sensitive, meek and timid, yet very malicious, and would occasionally disappear. She even resented Dao Sect disciples who greeted her out of admiration for Xie Huaixue, secretly breaking one of their legs. That’s not the conduct of a righteous path disciple.
Overall, it was quite amusing, but what wasn’t amusing was Li Jin’an realizing she hadn’t even finished a tenth of it. Xie Huaixue’s three disciples were even more erratic than her own disciples! Just a massive chapter of one-sided romantic fluff, mixed with a tiny bit of useful plot. It felt like she was force-fed a shapeless, unspeakable mass. And why hasn’t she appeared yet? Is the Jijin Sword Sovereign some nobody?
Li Jin’an felt this wouldn’t do; by the time Tan Yanyi stole the Blazing Radiance Sword and revitalized Jijin Peak, she still wouldn’t have finished reading. So, Li Jin’an used her best skill from the past – speed-reading – to skim through this Heavenly Book. During this time, the three disciples’ true intentions became more apparent, their power grew stronger, and they encountered countless fortuitous events. The third disciple was actually a spy sent by the demonic race, solely to break Xie Huaixue’s path of Emotionless detachment! Li Jin’an’s eyes widened as she saw the third disciple attempting to forcibly imprison Xie Huaixue, and where the eldest and second disciples teamed up against the third, she finally saw her name.
They truly mastered the art of alliances and schemes.
*[The Jijin Sword Sovereign was also a generation’s hero, but regrettably, she perished midway, leaving the Qingxiao Immortal Venerable without an old friend.]
At this moment, the three wretched disciples were still jealous of the fallen person, questioning Xie Huaixue about who she was thinking of! It’s your mother! Wretches!
Li Jin’an’s face darkened, and the hand holding the book tightened.