Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Next, You Might Die

At the academy gate, quite a few servants had already arrived to pick up their young masters and misses.

Some children who had made new friends in the past two days walked together, arms around each other’s shoulders.

Xu Pengda stepped out of the academy, looking at his classmates walking out with their arms around each other’s shoulders, then seeing Xu Ming, Qingwan, and the Big White Goose walking together, feeling a little lonely.

Xu Pengda also wanted to go play with Xu Ming and the others.

But after taking a few steps, he stopped, too shy to catch up.

When Xu Ming and Qin Qingwan walked far away, Xu Pengda finally picked up his small book chest and silently headed toward the Xu Mansion.

Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

“Hmm, it’s fine, I’m not hungry yet.”

After Xu Pengda walked a bit further, the servants couldn’t help but start gossiping:

“I heard that the First Lady’s father was dismissed from office.”

Xu Pengda was about to enter his room with his book chest, but after taking a few steps, he bit his lips, as if gathering great courage, and ran back to his mother’s side.

The woman was very beautiful, but cold like ice, making people dare not approach.

Xu Pengda, standing far away, twitched his ears.

In front of the mountain cave stood a stone tablet inscribed with four characters—

Four-year-old Xuenuo suddenly became one of the highest-ranked individuals within the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

So many people were curious what was so special about this four-year-old junior master that she could be accepted as an opening disciple by the sect leader, and might even become the closing disciple.

Perhaps due to long-term sword practice, the woman had a slender figure. Even wearing her sword robe, one could faintly feel her well-proportioned, straight, and powerful legs.

It is one of the Four Sacred Lands and Five Great Sects mentioned by cultivators.

“Mind-Clearing Sword Peak.”

And the leader of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect—Jiang Luoyu—is currently the first-ranked Sword Immortal in the world.

When Xuenuo landed, she found herself in front of a mountain cave.

Jiang Luoyu appraised the Sword Qi around Xuenuo, then nodded: “Almost ready, follow me.”

“Third Young Master.”

Xu Pengda tiptoed, placed a cup of water on the table for his mother, then entered the room with his head down.

The reason it was strange was because there wasn’t a single tree on the mountain peak; instead, it was filled with countless long swords.

“Hmm, Mother, I’m back.” Xu Pengda repeated again, waddling with his chubby little legs to his mother’s side.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Others thought he couldn’t hear them, but actually, Xu Pengda’s hearing was much sharper than the average person’s.

Phoenix Wang: “Hmm.”

For a thousand years of cultivation, Jiang Luoyu had never taken a disciple.

Jiang Luoyu brought Xuenuo to a peculiar mountain peak.

“Hmm.” Phoenix Wang nodded but didn’t even glance at her child.

Back at the Xu Mansion, every servant and maid greeted Xu Pengda when they saw him.

“The eldest young master has started practicing the way of symbols. What use is this inherited noble title?”

“Go play. We’ll eat later tonight.” Phoenix said indifferently, then withdrew her gaze, as if completely abandoning him.

It is the dream sanctuary of all sword cultivators.

Like the woman, her eyebrows revealed a heroic aura.

“Third Young Master is back.”

As soon as he returned to his living quarters, Xu Pengda stood at the courtyard gate and saw his mother sitting on a stone bench in the yard daydreaming.

There are those who want to meet this four-year-old junior master.

Within the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, there are not lacking such saintly bodies.

She was once also a famous beauty in the capital, but now she appeared extremely haggard.

Xu Pengda looked out the window, wanting to go out and play.

Soon, this child’s name spread throughout the entire sword sect.

A four-year-old child.

The woman walked to a mountain stream.

Her skin was whiter than snow, her delicate nose beneath which lay a cherry red lip, like a light touch of plum blossom ink.

Xu Pengda responded with a bright and cheerful smile characteristic of a chubby little kid, then headed towards the Qingxin Courtyard.

But ever since this junior master entered the sect, she has remained on the sect leader’s peak, never stepping out even once.

Xuenuo nodded: “Yes, Master.”

Many elders hundreds of years old had to call Xuenuo “Junior Aunt.”

Xuenuo frowned.

“I’ve also heard that the elder brother of the Second Lady has become the Deputy Minister of Personnel. One more step, and he would be the Heavenly Official.”

Xu Pengda swallowed hard, somewhat afraid, but still went inside, softly calling out: “Mother… I’m home from school…”

Turning her head, Phoenix looked at her son, her phoenix-like eyes devoid of any vitality: “You’re back.”

Xu Pengda lowered his head even further, involuntarily gripping the shoulder strap of his book chest tightly, walking faster.

Looking up, Xu Pengda nervously looked at Phoenix: “Mother, today at school, the teacher praised me…”

“That’s it, Mother, I’ll go back to my room.” Looking at his mother’s appearance, Xu Pengda felt a lump in his throat.

Regarding Xuenuo’s innate sword bone, no one paid attention.

Xu Pengda shook his head heavily, slapped his chubby cheeks forcefully, took a deep breath, focused his spirit, and reviewed the content taught by the teacher today.

Xuenuo didn’t know where her master was taking her, only seeing her master flick her sleeve, and she was already stepping onto a flying sword, piercing through the clouds.

At the center of the mountain spring sat a beautifully carved little girl cross-legged on a rock.

“Honestly, you idiot, Mountain and River Fortune greatly aids the cultivation of practitioners! Otherwise, why would so many cultivators serve in official positions at the imperial court?”

She felt very uncomfortable.

Her name is Xuenuo.

Xu Pengda pressed his head lower, gripping the straps of his book chest tighter, walking faster ahead.

“Honestly, this inheritable position should have gone to the eldest young master.”

Among those seeking Jiang Luoyu, there were not a few with innate sword bones or sword intent bodies, potential sword immortals, but Jiang Luoyu refused them all.

And just a year ago, Jiang Luoyu took on a disciple.

A waterfall hung high, crashing into the mountain spring below.

“Next, you might die.”

Jiang Luoyu withdrew her gaze from the stone tablet, looked down at Xuenuo, and slowly said.