Listening to Xiao Ruoching's seemingly comforting words, Mo Li's lips curled into a cold smile. She sat on the stone stool, concealing her body's fatigue, and said expressionlessly, "Junior Sister thanks Senior Sister for her concern."
"It seems Senior Sister slept very deeply, not hearing a thing."
Listening to the indifferent words, Xiao Ruoching huffed coldly.
Wasn't I just meddling unnecessarily, getting no appreciation in return? Why should I care about her?
Slept deeply? I myself am puzzled at how I could have slept like that.
She, too, sat down abruptly on the stool, propping her cheek with her hand, waiting for Su Bei.
Before long, she saw Su Bei, hands clasped behind his back, drifting with an air of nonchalance towards the thatched cottage.
For some reason, Master seems especially happy today, as if... well, I can't quite describe it.
"My disciples, cultivate well today and then prepare to pack your belongings."
"Tomorrow, we shall go to the Sacred Land. This year's opening ceremony is unlike previous ones. Emperors from both great dynasties will attend, and there will even be an Ascension Platform."
"This is indeed a rare grand event in the entirety of the Twenty-One Provinces!"
A recruitment convention?
Xiao Ruoching's eyes narrowed slightly. I recall this year's recruitment did seem different from the past. Later, for some unknown reason, the emperor of the Dongfeng Ancient Country mysteriously disappeared... However, there's a change this time. Xiao Ruoching shook her head. I won't dwell on it. I'll just take things as they come.
Su Bei casually glanced at his two disciples. He was about to give some instructions when he suddenly noticed Mo Li's small hand was covered with wounds.
Frowning, he stepped forward, seized Mo Li's small hand, and asked softly, "How did this happen?"
Mo Li mumbled something. Then, smiling, she leaned lightly into Su Bei's embrace and whispered into his ear, her lips slightly parted, "This is a symbol of this disciple's love for Master..." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt
Su Bei looked exasperated. He sat on the stone stool and pulled her small hand over. Then, a gentle Spiritual Energy lightly enveloped it.
Under the healing touch of the Spiritual Energy, the wounds quickly vanished, her hand returning to its flawless state. Looking at her small hand, now smooth as jade, Su Bei gently stroked it and said, "Be more careful in the future. Tell Master whenever you have any wounds on your body!"
"These are clearly from striking something. Even when practicing your Cultivation Technique, you shouldn't injure your body , understand?"
His tone carried a slight reproach, but his eyes showed a hint of gentleness.
Mo Li let Su Bei hold her small hand, her eyes downcast, listening to the reproach from the man in front of her.
Yet, in her heart, she was chuckling coldly. Then her eyes sparkled enigmatically as she lifted her head, her red lips parted slightly. "Can any wound be healed, Master...?"
She exhaled a puff of mist into the cold winter air, her cherry-red lips glistening subtly.
Su Bei was somewhat speechless; this disciple's personality was truly indefinable.
But since I am her Master, isn't it my duty to correct her character and gradually guide her onto the right path?
He rubbed her silver hair vigorously with his large hand, then flicked her forehead with his finger, saying, "Only I, your Master, would tolerate such impudence from you. What other disciple behaves ?"
"You should learn a thing or two from your Senior Sister..."
In the distance, Xiao Ruoching's ears immediately perked up, but she still pretended to be concentrating on her cultivation, her expression serious, as if she hadn't heard the conversation at all.
Mo Li's lips curled into a cold smile, and then she replied indifferently, "Learn to be a green-eyed monster like her, getting jealous every day?"
Su Bei wasn't sure how to react. After a moment of thought, he realized the word 'impudent' didn't just apply to Mo Li; it seemed to fit Xiao Ruoching just as well.
Why are my two disciples so unlike those of others?
He coughed loudly, summoning the authority of a Master, and said sternly, "You don't learn the good things from your Senior Sister, but this sort of attitude?"
"Why don't you learn from her how she reached Half-Step Golden Core after only a month of training?"
"Your Senior Sister is my first disciple. Under my brilliant guidance, as you've seen, even at only the Half-Step Golden Core realm, she sent a Late Stage Golden Elixir expert flying with a single sword strike..."
Listening to Su Bei's words so close to her ear, Mo Li laughed inwardly. He calls himself my Master, but I've never truly seen him as such in my heart. He is teaching me diligently, I'll give him that. Still, counting my previous life, I'm only a few hundred years younger than him. Such a gentle Master... it would be too dull to just kill him .
Su Bei frowned and waved his hand in front of her face a couple of times. Mo Li came to her senses and nodded, saying, "Your disciple will heed Master's teachings."
Su Bei sighed. He didn't expect Mo Li to truly absorb his words; even a little would be enough. Glancing at Xiao Ruoching, who was still over there with her ears perked up, eavesdropping, Su Bei said, "When we go to the Sacred Land, you two need to behave. Stay behind me and don't wander off!"
"Don't cause trouble for your Master! Do you hear me?"
"Continue with your cultivation."
With that, he turned and left the thatched cottage, his footsteps somewhat unsteady as he headed towards the peach grove behind the pigsty.
Mo Li watched Su Bei's retreating figure, her eyes flickering, her mind a whirl of thoughts.
Su Bei licked his slightly dry lips and quickly tiptoed to the peach grove behind the pigsty.