Chapter 139: Who The Heck Reads This Kind of Book? Confiscated!
“Sit down, don’t be so stiff,” the supervisor patted the chair inviting Fang Yue over. “Your luck’s pretty good; Young Lady really values you.”
Fang Yue’s face was all confused. Who even is this Young Lady?
Seeing his puzzled expression, the supervisor chuckled and explained, “Our shop belongs to Young Lady Yu Ling Long, and she’s quite particular about the Image Retainer. She even asked a Formation Master about you.”
Fang Yue’s jaw nearly hit the floor. He wanted to reach out and pinch his face, just to check—am I dreaming?
Was this luck dropping on him like a ton of heavenly swords?
Before he could even process, the supervisor grinned wider and continued, “Young Lady said the Formation Master can teach you the basics of array formations, and every six months, you can also send him a letter with questions.”
Fang Yue’s expression turned slack-jawed. It took him a solid few seconds to recover. He hurriedly nodded, heart pounding with joy.
He hadn’t dared to hope for such a turn of events before.
“This is just the beginner level,” the supervisor suddenly revealed a mysterious smile, lowering his voice. “And don’t tell anyone, but Young Lady plans to team up with the Formation Master to create a special organization. Rumor has it the Heavenly Sword Sect will join too. Once you’re in, you’ll learn way more advanced array techniques. Work hard—Young Lady’s got faith in you.”
Fang Yue’s face nearly lost all control. This kind of thing? Dreaming about it? Never in his wildest dreams!
He nodded quickly, trembling: “Yes, I promise I won’t let Young Lady down!”
He didn’t even remember how he left the supervisor’s room. By the time he stumbled back to his work station, his head was spinning.
He guessed right!
He’d managed to hook up with the Formation Master faster than he’d ever imagined. Soon, he might even join the secret organization they’d found—more opportunities than he could count!
Thinking of that, he worked even harder.
Meanwhile…
“Hiss, why does it always feel so shady and eerie?”
Bai Feng tightened his clothes, glancing at the system, but no new window popped up.
Is the system being unusually quiet lately?
Forget it—quiet is good. It means his skills in cleverly dodging system’s gas luck points are getting better.
…
In the Central Continent, at the Holy Land of Tian Yan…
A girl was diligently polishing her long sword. The sword shimmered with an unearthly glow, clearly no ordinary piece.
“Patience, just wait a bit longer—until the Transformation God era,” she muttered, eyes flickering with resolve. “Can’t let that thing happen again…”
Suddenly, she sensed someone at her door. With swift movements, she sheathed her sword and deactivated the formation protecting her cave.
“Yun Shi Mei, still practicing?” a tall woman walked in with a smile. “Effort’s good, but don’t overdo it. You’re stretching yourself too thin.”
“Mm, I will,” Yun Shi Mei nodded. She looked at the tall woman and asked, “Senior Sister Xiao, did you come for something?”
“You’ve really been buried in your training—haven’t stepped out at all!” Xiao Shi Jie sighed, settling into a chair, her long legs crossed. “We’ve been fighting the Demon Path guys for ages. We just found a Divine Monarch’s base—Father and the others are planning to take it out. The Holy Land promises rich rewards. Want to come?”
“I’ll think about it,” Yun Shi Mei didn’t answer right away. She looked contemplative—another event out of the flow of her future?
She pressed on: “By the way, how did we even get into a fight with the Demon Path? Have those guys been up to something lately?”
“They’ve reached into the Northern Region—almost killed a Tian Yan Sect genius. Something like Bai Feng, I think…”
Before Xiao Shi Jie finished, Yun Shi Mei stood abruptly, heading for the cave exit. “Senior Sister Xiao, let’s go!”
“Go where?” Xiao Shi Jie looked puzzled. “To k*ll the Demon Path guys?”
…
“Hum~ I can totally do this! My willpower’s not something a stupid book can break!” Shui Miao Miao paused her cultivation, grabbed paper and ink, and drew a quick slash on today’s date.
But if you looked closer, you’d find she only made a slash below the last three days’ dates. For earlier dates? Symbols like horizontal lines, vertical strokes, hooks—anything but actual numbers. Plus, she’d stop after about three attempts each time.
“Today, I’ll ask Senior Sister about the sword techniques again,” she decided.
She hefted her sword from the wall, pondering how to better get on the good side of the Tian Yan Sect disciples.
Swordsmanship was one of her options, and since she’d practiced before, restarting was much easier now.
A few days ago, she had timidly asked Senior Sister and Bai Senior Brother about sword skills during their training. The Senior Sister had been very eager to teach her.
‘Why did I think she was so scary before?’ Shui Miao Miao wondered inwardly. She now saw she was quite warm-hearted.
White Senior Brother, on the other hand, seemed deliberately to keep his distance.
Could it be… they actually have some secret thing going on? Wait, no—that’s absurd! Why was her brain throwing out such weird ideas?
She hurriedly smacked her own head, then suddenly remembered— today’s the day the Image Retainer went on sale. Maybe Little Jin and the others could help buy one for her.
She told Little Jin to buy several, just to give as gifts. First to her Senior Sister, then… Well, maybe Bai Senior Brother too.
Moments later, she arrived at a nearby outer disciple’s house. She didn’t keep a servant girl beside her—soldiers follow the local customs. Instead, she arranged her girls in the outer disciple area, training alongside Tian Yan Sect members.
Seeing no lock on the door, she pushed it open.
What she saw made her eyes widen—her three girls huddled together, staring at something.
“What are you looking at? Did you get the Image Retainer?”
She strode over, only to see one maid jump up, nervously hiding something behind her.
“Your… Your Royal Princess!”
“What’s in your hand?” Shui Miao Miao’s brow furrowed. “Show me!”
“Th-the…”
The maid, terrified, didn’t dare argue. She refused to lift her head, trembling as she handed over a book titled *Spring and Autumn* with a word written on the cover.
Shui Miao Miao snatched it, flipping through a few pages. Her eyes went wide for several seconds. Without hesitation, she stuffed the book into her storage pouch. “Hiss—what kind of nonsense is this in Tian Yan Sect? Reading such books? Do you want everyone to think we’re trash? Confiscated!”
“Yes, yes, we won’t do it again,” the maid nodded hurriedly.
Once she dealt with the confiscation, Shui Miao Miao asked, “By the way—what about the Image Retainer? Did you manage to buy it?”
“Got it!” another maid rushed out with it. “Too many people wanted one, so each person could only buy one. We only got three.”
And thus, the great confiscation was over—and her curiosity about such things could now be put aside…for the moment.
