Early the next morning, Chu Feng received a message telling him to go to Aunt Zi to begin his training, and his master accompanied him.
Sister Wan’er said she was going to visit an old friend.
An old friend? Sister Wan’er actually knew someone in the Yaochi Holy Land?!
But on second thought, considering that Sister Wan’er was a sister of Empress Ji Yuhuang, it wasn’t surprising that she knew people in the Yaochi Holy Land.
They arrived at the small house in the middle of the lake from last time. Pushing the door open, Zi Xiner was already waiting inside. With a wave of her delicate hand, the books on the table were all put back into her storage pouch.
She was still dressed in white. This time, her white hair wasn’t fastened with a jade hairpin but flowed freely down her back, giving her a different kind of charm.
When Zi Xiner saw Chu Feng arrive, her gaze shifted toward him. Behind him stood a black-clad sword fairy, staring at her with an unfriendly expression.
She very naturally ignored the displeased woman.
Chu Feng wasn’t stupid. He could tell that his master was full of vigilance toward Aunt Zi. But this was still better than staying with Sister Wan’er. He was afraid that if his master and Sister Wan’er disagreed again, they would start fighting.
Although the process was quite fragrant and alluring, the one who suffered in the end was him. Being treated as a human body pillow wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience.
“Aunt Zi, what are we training today?”
“Testing the sword.”
“Testing the sword? Aunt Zi, are you going to spar with me again?”
“Of course not. This time, we’re changing the opponent.”
Zi Xiner then picked up a sheet of paper and folded it into a small human figure. She blew on it gently, and the little figure floated down to the ground. In the next instant, it seemed to come alive, holding a paper sword in its hand.
When Lu Xiyue saw her best friend’s method, she could tell that Xiner was only a step away from reaching the ninth rank.
Things were different from her previous life again. Xiner’s speed of breaking through had become much faster.
Zi Xiner lightly tapped a lotus leaf, and it instantly enlarged into an arena. The paper figure leapt onto it.
She reached out and patted Chu Feng on the head. “Little one, as long as you defeat the paper figure, that’s enough. If you succeed, Aunt Zi will give you a reward.”
Watching her best friend so familiarly pat Feng’er on the head and seeing Feng’er accept it as if it were only natural, Lu Xiyue immediately felt a bad premonition rising in her heart.
***
Inside the room, a dignified and graceful mature woman dressed in red lounged lazily on a chair, her slender hand propping up her chin, her beautiful eyes fixed on the cool fairy before her.
Liu Xueyao paid no mind to the red-robed beauty’s gaze. Only after finishing her meditation and regulating her breathing did she lift her eyes to look at the woman in front of her.
“Ji Yuhuang, what brings you here?”
Although her cultivation was not at the peak of her previous life, her insight remained as sharp as ever.
As for the other women around her husband in their previous life, she had only known of them and never looked into them deeply. In both her lifetimes, aside from her aunt, he was the only one she had ever truly tried to understand.
Ji Yuhuang smiled faintly, every movement carrying an air of authority. “It seems, Liu Xueyao, that you’ve been reborn as well.”
Seeing Liu Xueyao’s silence, she took it as confirmation. Even the Holy Master of the Yaochi Holy Land hadn’t recognized her identity at first glance, yet Liu Xueyao had done so instantly. That alone explained everything.
“My little husband has been in the Yaochi Holy Land for quite some time. No matter what, I should express my thanks to you.”
“There’s no need. I’ll take care of my husband myself.”
“Liu Xueyao, sometimes being too greedy isn’t a good thing. Besides me, his master has also come. In the previous life, she already disliked you. Do you think she’ll look kindly upon you in this life?”
“……”
Ji Yuhuang’s words left Liu Xueyao silent. In their previous life, her husband’s master had indeed harbored great hostility toward her.
In this life, she was determined to marry him. And if that were the case, then his master was someone she would inevitably have to face.
Seeing Liu Xueyao fall into thought, Ji Yuhuang inwardly noted that she had taken the bait.
She then took out an agreement and pushed it in front of Liu Xueyao.
“What is this?”
“An alliance.”
Ji Yuhuang explained, “Liu Xueyao, with just your strength alone, you’re still no match for Lu Xiyue. Why don’t we join forces?”
If this incarnation of hers were strong enough to defeat Lu Xiyue, she wouldn’t have wanted to ally with Liu Xueyao at all. The chance to monopolize her little husband would have been gone.
But at the very least, if this succeeded, she could still get a share. That woman Lu Xiyue…she had only just arrived at the Yaochi Holy Land and already wanted to keep him all to herself. How infuriating!
***
After his last clash with Lin Ruo, Chu Feng’s sword intent had basically reached near perfection. The only issue was the power of his sword qi. Limited by his cultivation level, he couldn’t fully bring out its strength.
Facing the paper figure personally shaped by Zi Xiner, Chu Feng had originally thought he would deal with it easily. But he had been careless.
Smack!
In the first round, Chu Feng suffered a crushing defeat, landing flat on the ground in a spread-eagle position.
He was completely stunned. He was starting to doubt whether he had really defeated Lin Ruo, the so-called protagonist. How could he not even beat a paper figure casually made by Aunt Zi?
Zi Xiner walked over to Chu Feng. From his angle, he first saw her slender calves. Looking slightly higher—
—the absolute territory.
As usual, Zi Xiner took out a sugar pill and fed it to the little one.
Chu Feng naturally took the pill into his mouth. “Thank you, Aunt Zi. I’ll go again!”
As soon as the sugar pill dissolved, the exhaustion in his body was swept away.
Zi Xiner patted his head. “Little one, keep it up.”
Not far away, Lu Xiyue watched the scene unfold and froze for a moment. A sudden feeling welled up inside her. Like her precious disciple was being snatched away by her best friend.
After Zi Xiner returned to sit beside her, Lu Xiyue asked in a low voice, “Xiner, is this how you’ve always interacted with Feng’er?”
Zi Xiner turned to look at her and gave a slight nod. “Xiyue, the little one is your disciple. Given our friendship, it’s only natural that I take good care of him.”
Her reasoning was sound and well-founded.
“Then Xiner, what kind of perspective do you have when you look at Feng’er?”
“A cute child.”
“???”
Clearly, Lu Xiyue was taken aback by Zi Xiner’s answer.
Zi Xiner gently stroked her own cheek with her right hand, her beautiful eyes fixed on the young man in the distance as he struggled against the paper figure. There was even a faint sense of a mother watching her child.
Two hours later, Chu Feng finally seized an opening. Circulating his true qi, the small white sword in his hand burst with brilliant sword light, and with a single slash, he cut off the paper figure’s head.
He won!
At that moment, Chu Feng suddenly felt utterly drained from head to toe.
It hadn’t been easy at all. He even felt that this paper figure was far more formidable than Lin Ruo.
Seeing the white-haired beauty walking toward him, Chu Feng grinned and said, “Aunt Zi, I won!”
Zi Xiner opened her palm, and a sugar pill appeared in it. After Chu Feng swallowed it, his fatigue eased considerably.
However, in the very next moment, Zi Xiner cupped his face with both hands.
Not good!
His sixth sense struck again, but—
I want to run, yet there’s nowhere to escape.
In front of someone at half-step ninth rank, a mere second-rank cultivator was nothing but a little rookie among rookies.
Mwah~
Zi Xiner gently placed a kiss on Chu Feng’s forehead.
“Little one, this is today’s reward.”
No, Aunt Zi, this isn’t a reward. This is a death sentence.
Chu Feng’s gaze immediately darted toward his master.
As expected.
His master was glaring at him with an exasperated look in her eyes.
She didn’t say a word, yet he could practically hear her voice—
Feng’er, you’d better give your master a reasonable explanation!
At that moment, only one thought remained in Chu Feng’s mind.
I’m done for!
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