Chapter 558: You Don’t Want Your Disastrous Image in Your Disciple’s Eyes to Be Shattered, Do You?
Lin Yan turned his head to look at Luo Chen, and right behind Luo Chen was the Little Girl, making him look like a total outsider. “Brother Luo, are you finally helping your master raise a child?”
“No, this is my new disciple,” Luo Chen shook his head. “Qiu Xi, this is Uncle Lin, and that’s Uncle Bai. He’s also the Peak Master of Array Peak.”
“Hello, Uncle Lin. Hello, Uncle Bai,” the Little Girl nodded obediently, radiating cuteness overload.
“You’ve actually taken a disciple?” Lin Yan looked a bit stunned. Then he pulled out a bottle of pill from his storage ring and handed it over. “Good girl. Here’s a little greeting gift for you.”
“I don’t have a suitable gift on me,” Bai Feng said, passing over a communicator. “This is a recent invention of mine—inside there’s a hidden defensive array.”
Qiu Xi looked at Luo Chen first, then nodded in agreement and reached out for the communicator. “Thanks.”
Luo Chen ruffled her head. “Go play somewhere. I’m just having a chat with your Uncle Bai.”
“Oh…”
The Little Girl hesitated, retreating two steps, her eyes flickering with suspicion as she kept stealing glances at Luo Chen.
Luo Chen looked at Bai Feng with a plea for help. Bai Feng, amused, conjured an illusion: “Alright, now your disciple will think we’re just chatting normally. You can start talking now.”
“Phew…” Luo Chen sighed heavily. “My disciple is someone I met a few days ago while dealing with some unruly scattered cultivators. Her parents were killed, and I saw she had promising talent, so I decided to bring her into the sect.”
“So, you took her as a disciple?” Lin Yan asked curiously.
“That involves another matter,” Luo Chen sighed again. “You all know about my grudges with Purple Cloud Peak. Recently, after much discussion, the Sect Master and my master decided: the Peak Master of Purple Cloud Peak, because he couldn’t tell right from wrong and failed to fulfill his duties, has been banished to the Sword Valley to reflect by himself.”
“That’s not bad,” Bai Feng nodded. “But that means Purple Cloud Peak is empty now, right?”
“Yeah, but due to what happened there, the Sect Master and other peak masters agreed not to appoint a new Peak Master from Purple Cloud Peak again. They plan to reorganize the entire peak. They also decided that my future disciple will be the new Peak Master of Purple Cloud Peak.” Luo Chen paused. “My master even suggested that I take in that girl I saved a few days ago as my disciple—her talent is outstanding, and maybe because I rescued her, she regards me as a senior and is very dependent on me. I figured, might as well take her in as a disciple.”
“I see,” Lin Yan turned to glance at Qiu Xi, who had been staring intently. “So, this is why you’re bringing her to the Spring and Autumn Pavilion?”
“Well, I really have no choice. She follows me everywhere—probably still shaken up from a few days ago. Should be fine after a few more days.”
“It’s hard to believe Brother Luo is practicing the Ruthless Sword,” Lin Yan remarked.
“Hahaha…” Luo Chen chuckled awkwardly. “I’m not exactly on the path to extinguish all feelings, after all.”
Though he cultivated the Ruthless Sword Technique, Luo Chen had forged a different road based on his past experiences. Unlike the cold, indifferent swordsman who cut off all emotions, Luo Chen enjoyed experiencing and understanding feelings—immersing in them without losing himself or letting emotions control him. It was like wandering through a garden of countless flowers but never getting a petal on himself.
His indifferent attitude toward Purple Cloud Peak was the best proof—though he could accept their hatred and hostility, he refused to be like strangers with no ties at all; that was one reason she just wouldn’t give up on him before.
“But, Brother Luo, are you sure your disciple relies on you as a senior?” Bai Feng touched his chin. He, a veteran, suspected that Qiu Xi’s gaze at Luo Chen wasn’t exactly ‘pure.’
“What else could it be if not dependence on a senior?” Luo Chen shook his head. Though he hadn’t fallen in love before, he had seen enough to know—especially among the sect’s close companions—no one was as clingy as Qiu Xi. He’d only seen this kind of behavior on young children.
“Hmm, maybe I’m overthinking it,” Bai Feng nodded. After all, the girl was only about fourteen or fifteen. He shouldn’t judge her with dirty adult eyes. No, among mortals, at fourteen or fifteen, they’re almost adults, right? Never mind, better not get into that philosophy. Luo Chen could handle it himself.
He stopped pondering and handed over a copy of the Spring and Autumn Annals. “Here’s the latest edition. Be careful with this. You wouldn’t want your image in your disciple’s eyes to be shattered, would you?”
“Thanks, Brother Bai,” Luo Chen hurriedly caught it, carefully tucking it away. “I won’t bother you further. I still need to teach her swordsmanship today.”
“Take care, Brother Luo,” Bai Feng watched Luo Chen leave with his disciple, then turned to Lin Yan. “I think Luo Brother is really enjoying himself. Want to take on a disciple too?”
“Forget it, I’ve got a ton of things to do lately—no time for that,” Lin Yan waved dismissively. Especially since he’d been busy helping his master in the ring inside his ring to reshape his body. If he adopted a disciple, what about his collection of puppet dolls? Too troublesome. “Anyway, it’s late. I’ll be going now.”
“Take care.”
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“Wow, what a strong body,”
Hu Yiyi stepped back two paces. She was over 1.7 meters tall, nearly touching 1.8 meters, showing she wasn’t holding back at all. Still, she couldn’t beat Bai Feng with brute strength alone.
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“I should say this,” Bai Feng rubbed his arm. “No wonder the Fate Child, surviving after that ordeal with the Immortal’s arm, has such body strength. It’s almost comparable to peak body cultivators not practicing body refinement. And Hu Yiyi’s no pushover—she’s not only strong physically but also resistant to illusions and mental techniques. Basically, she’s a stat monster.”
“Do you want to continue?” Hu Yiyi’s face lit up with excitement. She hadn’t fought this roughly in a long time.
“Let’s pause for now,” Bai Feng shook his head. “I want to record your body data first.”
“Okay.”
Hu Yiyi nodded. She didn’t shrink down but marched up to Bai Feng, stretching out her arm.
A few minutes later, Bai Feng finished checking. Sure enough, Hu Yiyi’s physical strength kept increasing. Although she hadn’t systematically practiced body training, her body showed no issues—in fact, it rivaled the best child prodigy body cultivators, probably thanks to her terrifyingly precise intuition.
If she had any weakness, it was that her fighting was mostly brute force with little to no technique. But that’s only temporary. Having discovered some powering-up techniques, give her some time, and that flaw will probably be fixed.
“All done,” Bai Feng handed her a bag of tiger food. Hu Yiyi instantly shrank back and quickly caught it, starting to munch happily. “Next, I’ll lend you some books on body refining. You can learn and integrate some of the techniques.”
“Oh.” Hu Yiyi nodded but then shook her head. “But I can’t understand them. When He Yi once gave me a few body training manuals, I only read a few pages before I felt sleepy.”
“Then I’ll teach you,” Bai Feng said, not surprised. “When you have free time, you can also go train in the virtual realm—gain some combat experience.”
“Okay.” Hu Yiyi nodded again, then suddenly remembered something. She hurriedly asked Bai Feng, “By the way, I heard you’re really good at illusions?”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Could you let me go back to that day’s dream and see that tiger again? Maybe I missed some details I didn’t notice before!”
