Chapter 519: Chu Chu Starts Her Training — The Comic Edition
“Very well, then let’s return this gift,” White Maple said with a wink, releasing Chu Chu with the grace of a seasoned sitcom actor. He didn’t even glance at the gift box in her hands—probably because he knew it was a precious treasure, but to him, it’s just a shiny accessory. Not a traditional array master, after all, so this gift wouldn’t make or break his day.
“Mm.” Chu Chu eyed the box carefully, planning to memorize both the box and what’s inside—like a Jedi with her sensitive senses. When she ‘returns’ to the Siku Family, she’ll storm into their vault and snatch it back, no big deal. Confronting them directly? Nope. She just wants to make sure they feel the icy chill of her childhood nightmares when she was hunted like a fugitive. Let them stew in fear and anticipation. Serves them right.
“After you return this, we’re basically at war with the Siku Family now,” White Maple said, smirking. “As you grow stronger, the pressure on them will mount. They won’t sit around waiting patiently like before—they’ll go completely nuts. The kind of nuts that involve crazy stunts, like setting their hair on fire just to get attention.”
“I’m not afraid of that,” Chu Chu shrugged confidently. She’s survived perilous journeys before—what’s a little more danger? Now, with White Maple and Bai Yu Mo backing her up, she’s got an entirely new level of confidence, much better than before.
“Good. So from now on, Bai Yu Mo and I will help train you,” White Maple said, turning to the quiet girl beside him. “And others will help too. You better hold up.”
“I will definitely hold up!” Chu Chu declared, her spirit fired up like a rocket. Even if hell itself lays in front of her, she’d jump right in. That’s her revenge vow, and her trust in White Maple is airtight.
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“Haah…” Chu Chu collapsed onto the ground, panting like she’d just run a marathon. Bai Yu Mo sheathed her sword, then extended a hand.
“Thanks.” Chu Chu took her hand and pushed herself up, but her legs wobbled like a drunken owl on a tightrope.
Suddenly, she felt her back bump into something, and a firm hand seized her shoulder, stabilizing her.
“Don’t push yourself too hard. Leave some energy for walking,” the hand gently advised.
“Y-yeah…” Chu Chu leaned against White Maple, catching her breath. No objections—what’s a little exhaustion when she’s got victory in her eyes?
Meanwhile, Bai Yu Mo’s eyes narrowed—so even her ‘big sister’ from childhood was…?
She sneaked a glance at a certain part of Chu Chu that was a couple sizes bigger than hers—why was her development lagging behind despite eating better as a kid? She bit her lip, frustrated.
Just then, White Maple beckoned, and Bai Yu Mo stopped pondering. She approached him, only to be pulled into his embrace with the other hand.
Her cheeks flushed slightly—this wasn’t exactly proper in front of Chu Chu. But she didn’t resist, carefully shifting her head to rest on his shoulder.
After a moment, Chu Chu, seemingly rested enough, straightened up. She no longer leaned on White Maple. Bai Yu Mo quickly got up too, though they were still very close—like two magnets destined to stick forever.
Chu Chu picked up the wooden sword she had tossed aside and turned to White Maple and Bai Yu Mo.
Her eyes lingered on the duo—White Maple’s and Bai Yu Mo’s—in a brief thoughtful pause, then she quickly withdrew her gaze as if nothing happened and declared, “I feel I’ve rested enough. Let’s continue.”
But White Maple shook his head. “Take a little more rest. Your next opponent isn’t Bai Yu Mo; it’s someone else.”
Chu Chu looked a bit puzzled but didn’t ask. She obeyed White Maple’s command and sat cross-legged again, continuing her break.
White Maple reached for his Celestial Ring—next second, a petite figure materialized beside him.
However, it wasn’t Tian Yan appearing—no, it was Yun Yue Yao. She shot a glance at Bai Yu Mo, who stood tightly next to White Maple, then without hesitation, reached out and hugged his arm.
“Why are you inside my ring?” Bai Yu Mo asked, eyes twitching with slight annoyance as she stared at Yun Yue Yao.
“Because I didn’t want to disturb your training, so I stayed inside for a bit,” Yun Yue Yao replied with a light smile, deliberately tugging her collar. A few reddish marks showed on her elegant neck—probably from sneaking into White Maple’s ring-made “bedroom.”
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Bai Yu Mo tightened her grip on White Maple’s clothes, feeling a flash of irritation. But she soon took a deep breath, calming herself. Come on, she thought, she fought and trained with Chu Chu—what’s a little flirting among allies? When it’s her turn to train Chu Chu later, she would do exactly the same thing.
“Uh, I’ve rested enough now,” Chu Chu said slowly, standing upright. She cast a quick glance at Yun Yue Yao, who was hugging White Maple’s arm, then looked away shyly and lowered her head.
“Good, Yun Yue Yao, I’ll leave it to you now,” she said.
“Rest assured, leave it to me,” Yun Yue Yao said with a gentle smile. Despite Chu Chu hiding her feelings well, she could see the little thoughts flickering behind her eyes.
She wasn’t planning to do anything reckless. She believed Chu Chu could really help White Maple.
Moreover, she had already received messages from Tian Yan about their future enemies. She knew who they’d face, so she wouldn’t push away a genius like Chu Chu, especially since she possessed the powerful Celestial Eye.
In her view, White Maple’s safety was more important. If she couldn’t protect him, what’s the point of finally ‘taking’ him for herself?
She’d been through that heartbreak once—she wasn’t eager to experience it again.
“Do you know me?” Yun Yue Yao asked, picking up a wooden sword from the weapon rack. “But I’ll introduce myself again. I’m Yun Yue Yao, a disciple of the Holy Land of Tian Yan. I specialize in deduction and swordsmanship. Unlike most disciples there, I’m quite capable.”
“Uh, hi, I’m Chu Chu,” she replied, nodding absentmindedly. Although she’s from Central Continent, she’s mostly been running away from danger, so she hardly knows much about the Sacred Lands—only that Tian Yan is a place those fortune-tellers call sacred.
“Let me give a little tip,” Yun Yue Yao said, her face serious as she approached. “I can ‘calculate’ your next move during battle. So our training goal is—you need to use those two eyes to keep up with my actions. I don’t expect you to counter me—just don’t get beaten too easily.”
“Got it, I’ll try my best,” Chu Chu nodded once more. She wasn’t entirely ignorant about Yun Yue Yao; she had the overall impression of a capable disciple of Tian Yan, with good family connections. She’d thought Yun Yue Yao was just riding on her parents’ reputation, but now she realized—she’s not to be underestimated. She’s as strong as Bai Yu Mo, perhaps stronger. The one fighting for White Maple isn’t someone ordinary.
