Spectating the Angsty Romance of the Master and Disciple from the Sect Next Door Chapter 6

In her extreme rage and absurdity, Li Jin’an’s first thought was: She and Xie Huaixue are definitely not friends! “Old friend”, my foot! Who has nothing better to do than be friends with Xie Huaixue?! Do I look like I lack friends? I will only thoroughly defeat Xie Huaixue, proving that the Jijin Sword Sovereign is superior to the Qingxiao Immortal Venerable! Sword cultivators never admit defeat!
After her mind took a few turns, Li Jin’an finally remembered the main point. Using the fall of a Body Integration stage Sword Sovereign as a jealousy plot point, they truly treat me as entertainment for the Qingxiao lineage, don’t they? Lancang Continent is just a book? Using a Sword Sovereign as cannon fodder? What a grand scheme!
Li Jin’an couldn’t be happy anymore. She was so furious, grinding her teeth and seething with hatred, pacing in circles around the cursed book.
As loud as her laughter was before, her current silence was equally deafening. She walked with her hands behind her back, muttering softly, “It’s fine if I’m not the protagonist of this world, I don’t really care…” Hmph! I care a lot. Why! Why is Xie Huaixue a cut above me?! Unacceptable, it’s just unacceptable! Why can such insidious villains rise step by step to high positions and become formidable powers, with countless fortuitous encounters seemingly growing legs and actively leaping into the arms of those three wretches? Are the Heavenly Dao and everyone in the cultivation world so blind that they allow them to stir up trouble and harm the cultivation world?
No wonder there wasn’t much description of Jijin Peak in the book. After her demise, Qi Lingzi, an early Golden Core stage cultivator, had to bear the heavy responsibility of the sect, with two young junior sisters to care for, and numerous enemies provoked by Li Jin’an outside. Even with the protection and assistance of Chixin Sword Lord, it inevitably fell into decline. So, their Jijin Peak was merely a backdrop, with no need for a formal appearance.
Due to her excessive indignation, Li Jin’an didn’t hold back, glaring upward again as if wishing iron could become steel. Thinking that even her unreliable second disciple and mischievous third disciple could do a much better job if they sat on the Heavenly Dao’s throne than what was depicted in the book. At least their minds weren’t so deranged as to devise a plot where humans, half-yaos, and demons forcibly seize the Immortal Venerable, and the Sword Sovereign’s demise serves as a jealousy plot point.
Right! Did those three wretches succeed?
Li Jin’an hurriedly picked up the cursed book and flipped directly to the last page, her expression going blank for a moment as she murmured, “It must be me who’s blind; this Heavenly Book actually has no ending!”
To be continued?!
A book so thick it could kill someone, yet it couldn’t even finish writing about romantic fluff. It looked like it had more words than the total she had to copy when she was punished to write the Sword Sect’s rules a hundred times, and it still wasn’t finished. When she repeatedly broke sect rules as a child, why didn’t she encounter this author? Otherwise, she would have surely tied them up to help her with her penalty copying. With such writing ability, they should at least write something sensible. She also wondered which disciple Xie Huaixue ended up with.
The Sword Sovereign’s mood was extremely complex at this moment. For a moment, she didn’t know whether to pity Xie Huaixue or herself first. She just felt that whether it was the Sword Sovereign or the Immortal Venerable, their millennia-long struggle had been for naught, with no definitive first or second place, ultimately becoming mere tools for others’ entertainment. Before today, she had never considered the possibility of Xie Huaixue having a cultivation partner! Is it not enough to focus on proper cultivation and wait for me to defeat her? All this flashy nonsense, it’s nothing like their unadorned sword cultivators! I work hard cultivating, while Xie Huaixue carouses and indulges, is that it?!
“This is all fake, hahahahaha, so funny.” Li Jin’an let out a dry, perfectly articulated laugh, unable to find a way to comfort herself.
The cultivation world had never felt so alien to her as it did now! Before, she was the one who made others question their lives. Now, she not only began to question her own life but also those of others.
In a flash, a thought sparked in Li Jin’an’s mind. She quickly flipped through the book and found what she was looking for in the plot about the disciple acceptance ceremony ten days later—Because of the dangers during her birth, her mother’s toxicity transferred to the child. Xie Huaixue’s ice spiritual root was naturally afflicted with cold poison, and whenever it acted up, she needed to immerse herself in the cold pond in the back mountain. Besides Xie Huaixue, the only other person who knew about this was the already deceased Yinyue Monarch; there was no third person. Xie Huaixue’s mother didn’t know either; after handing her soaked daughter to the Yinyue Monarch, she resolutely self-destructed to block the Demon Lord, sacrificing her life to cover their retreat, and thus didn’t know that the spiritual root of the daughter she fought to birth carried cold poison. After accepting the third disciple, Xie Huaixue hastily left without drinking the third disciple’s tea of respect. The third disciple, already gloomy and sensitive by nature, saw this and assumed the Immortal Venerable disliked her. She transformed from simply ‘darkened’ to a ‘black abyss’, her heart so dark it could grind out ink, and began stirring up all sorts of trouble. The eldest and second disciples also became suspicious of Xie Huaixue because of this. Under the guise of caring for and serving the Immortal Venerable, they tried to investigate but were rebuffed by Xie Huaixue, almost exposing her physical condition.
This could serve as a point to verify whether the book was real or fake.
Li Jin’an decided to ask Xie Huaixue directly, not even considering that Xie Huaixue might not tell her. What’s there to it? Just ask directly if you want to know something. It was fine after becoming a Sword Sovereign; her demeanor couldn’t be too frivolous, and she unconsciously carried herself with an air of dignity. The old Li Jin’an truly spoke her mind; she couldn’t beat around the bush for more than two steps before revealing her intentions. When she was a little cub, she would even loudly tell her master how much she had pooped every day, and loved discussing her master’s shortcomings with other elders.
The Chixin Sword Lord succinctly commented: “You can’t keep leftover steamed buns in a doghouse; family scandals are bound to be spread.”
“Cold poison…” Li Jin’an had felt something was off, and now she finally understood, her expression changing drastically. “Xie Huaixue could surpass me even with cold poison in her spiritual root, so if she didn’t have the cold poison, wouldn’t she… wouldn’t she be able to effortlessly dominate me?”
Li Jin’an’s face contorted to a certain degree, becoming ferocious; it was commonly known as ‘breaking her defense’.
“I don’t believe it!” This cursed book is here to shatter my Dao heart!
In a space where spiritual energy was completely forbidden, faint sword energy surged around Li Jin’an. With her as the center, a ten-meter radius was within her sword domain. Within this domain, she could contend even with someone a major realm higher than her.
She was a sword cultivator, cultivating ‘Sword Heart Illumination’. Being deprived of spiritual energy doesn’t mean I can’t fight! Even without the Blazing Radiance Sword, she’s still a sword cultivator, and she can still draw her sword! She’s going to swing her sword at this rotten cultivation world!
Just as she was about to go berserk, the mist in the space surged, immediately kicking her out.
The clear moonlight shone on Li Jin’an’s face. She opened her eyes in a daze, momentarily disoriented, then looked at her palms—the Heavenly Book wasn’t there.
So… there’s no ‘so’.
Li Jin’an silently looked at the book that had appeared in her Sea of Consciousness. The cover still bore that indescribable name: ‘Rebellious Disciple Transgresses, The Aloof Immortal Venerable Cannot Escape.’ These dozen or so characters still glowed golden, announcing their presence.
To prevent Li Jin’an from completely forgetting the book’s contents after waking up, the Heavenly Book could only firmly cling to Li Jin’an’s smooth mind. At the same time, a sentence surfaced in her mind: Do not actively harm the three important plot characters. To make Li Jin’an understand, it had no choice but to state it clearly. How did it know she planned to secretly eliminate those three wretches?!
Li Jin’an had nothing to say. She rolled over, pulled the neatly tucked blanket over herself, peacefully crossed her hands over her chest, and closed her eyes to sleep.
Given the current situation, it would be really hard to calm down without some sleep. When awake, Li Jin’an was prone to going crazy. To avoid harming the cultivation world, she chose to bury her head in her blanket and sleep. Was she really going to study this cursed Heavenly Book? No, no, no. No matter what, she wouldn’t read any further. A Sword Sovereign’s life is also a life, please be aware.
Li Jin’an childishly patted her chest, comforting herself with soft pats, “No fear, no fear, demons and ghosts, begone, begone, begone.”
She had thought that after encountering such bizarre events, she would toss and turn, unable to sleep, and would curse out the entire cultivation world and demon realm to vent her fury, even the nearby demon realm would get a good scolding if they came close. In reality, she fell asleep instantly.
For the first time in a long while, she naturally began to dream.
A little girl in red robes ran forward, clutching a sword. The wind whistled in her ears, and she could even hear her own vigorously pounding heart. In the dream, she seemed to be running on an endless road, her heart ceaselessly urging her, telling her to go faster, even faster.
Where was she going? Who was she meeting? Were the place she needed to go and the person she needed to see just ahead?
In the endless running, she finally stopped, pausing in place. Someone stood ahead, with their back to her. In that moment of daze, it felt as though only a brief instant had passed, yet also as though she had traversed a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers.
The Immortal Venerable, in her youth, turned to look back, her robes fluttering. Amidst the hazy light, her serene, exquisite face was revealed, her gaze fixed, imbued with an unprovoked tenderness and longing.
The person in the dream lacked the unfeeling coldness, possessing instead a transcendental elegance and the gentle tranquility of the moon. Immortal grace and unrivaled beauty, with a refined and unconstrained demeanor. It was an extraordinary grace that made one wish to gaze upon it forever.
At that time, they were still young, the spring breeze was gentle, the daylight bright, and everything was a beautiful, unrestrained, and passionate sight, regardless of what came later.
Li Jin’an suddenly opened her eyes, clutching her chest, feeling a profound sense of loss, as if still in the dream.
One dream, a thousand years passed.
Rare to have a true dream, and she even dreamed of Xie Huaixue, dreaming of their past at sixteen.
Li Jin’an softly hmphed, muttering without any particular tone, “Truly a persistent ghost.”