Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

Yun Chuyou climbed the mountain. At the top, because of Cold Pool, there was always und melting snow. The house where Xie Fuzhi lived was made of ice and snow, looking from afar like a palace of ice in a fairy tale.

Yun Chuyou immediately saw Xie Fuzhi by Cold Pool, along with the Five Elements Gathering Spirit Formation he was sitting on. Once there was a smooth large blue stone, where Xie Fuzhi sometimes sunbathed.

Now the blue stone had turned into five oddly shaped glowing stone pillars, which should be the Five Elements Gathering Spirit Formation created by the system. Her master was sitting on one of the green stone pillars, fishing, looking like a spirit fox in the snow.

He immediately sensed Yun Chuyou’s presence and turned around with a smile, saying, "What brings you here so late, Chuyou?"

Even though she had known this man for ten years, in the gentle moonlight, his soft smile could still make her dazed for a moment.

Although her master was lazy, he was truly beautiful. When Yun Chuyou first followed her, she even thought she was going to join a not-so-serious sect called Hehuan Sect.

Yun Chuyou was able to tolerate her master for so long, largely due to his charming appearance. Although the early days at Qingxu Sect were indeed very tough and her master was particularly unreliable, looking at his face made her able to eat a few more bites.

"I came to bring some snacks for you, Master."

Yun Chuyou opened the storage bag and handed over the marinated eggs and Osmanthus wine. The mountain air was chilly, and the warm marinated eggs gave off gentle steam, but they soon became cold.

Xie Fuzhi jumped down from the pillar. With a flick of his fingers, the fire in the pit suddenly burst into flames. The bright fire made Yun Chuyou feel warm near it.

Yun Chuyou skillfully placed the food in a deep ceramic plate on the shelf, and the ice quickly melted into water, slowly warming up the eggnog she had worked hard to bring.

Xie Fuzhi’s fishing rod, resting on the stone pillar, moved. He caught a fish, expertly added some seasoning, and placed it on the fire to roast slowly. A single marinated egg was not enough to enjoy with the wine; a roasted fish would be just right.

Although his cooking skills were not as good as Yun Chuyou’s, grilling was his specialty as a teacher.

Before long, Xie Fuzhi eagerly pulled out the hot food. With a twist of his white fingertips, the shell of the marinated egg perfectly peeled off, revealing the sauce-colored egg white. He did not eat it himself but quickly handed it to Yun Chuyou, saying, "Here."

This action was smooth and natural, as if he had done it hundreds of times.

Yun Chuyou shook her head and said, "Let Master eat it all. I had enough down the mountain, so I’m not hungry now."

Originally, there was a roasted chicken that she gave to Meng He. How could she feel good about taking these few small Fire Sparrow eggs?

"Chuyou feels that I, the master, am old and unattractive. You won’t even share a meal with me." Xie Fuzhi looked very sad, like a neglected husband in a big house.

What nonsense is this? She clearly had a delicious lunch with others from the sect just yesterday.

But Xie Fuzhi was being unreasonable and causing trouble, instantly turning into a whiny baby, "I knew it! Now that you’re grown up, you are starting to dislike your master. You forget your old friends for new ones, and the younger martial brothers and sisters are so young…"

Yun Chuyou instinctively wanted to say, "The younger martial brothers and sisters are young, and how old is the master now?"

But if she said that, Xie Fuzhi would definitely make a fuss. To avoid his complaints, she quietly accepted the egg that the master had peeled for her.

"That’s better," Xie Fuzhi said with a nostalgic look. "With one roast chicken for the master, you get to have a chicken leg."

The small egg was just a single bite. Under Xie Fuzhi’s gaze, she said, "Thank you, master. The egg you peeled is especially tasty."

Xie Fuzhi immediately showed a satisfied expression, "I told you, my taste has always been good."

Yun Chuyou thought: …The boiled egg was brought by her, but never mind. She is now the leader of the Qingxu Sect, like a powerful prime minister. She can handle big matters; she won’t argue with Xie Fuzhi about such things.

The Osmanthus Wine that Yun Chuyou brought, when heated, released a rich fragrance of sweet osmanthus flowers.

Xie Fuzhi, tempted by the wine, quickly fished it up as soon as it was warmed.

The cultivator raised his hand, and a small wine cup flew out from the ice house nearby. He filled it up and handed it to Yun Chuyou, not giving much of the remaining wine to his disciple, and drank straight from the bottle.

After drinking a few sips of the magical wine, a blush appeared on Xie Fuzhi’s pale face, like a red plum blossom on the snow, making his already handsome features look even more striking. He shook the jade-colored wine pot and said with a hint of annoyance, "It’s a rare happy occasion, yet Chuyou only brought such a small pot. It’s really stingy; it’s not enough for my teacher to have a few drinks."

Although Xie Fuzhi is a sword cultivator, he is not the classic type of master often found in fantasy stories.

If he remained silent, sitting quietly in his snow-white robe at the peak of the ice and snow, he would indeed seem somewhat divine, able to pose as a dignified gentleman, a flower on a high mountain that others could not approach.

But as soon as he spoke, the lofty deity would fall into the mortal world, transforming into a carefree and unruly swordsman filled with the spirit of the world.

This is also why Yun Chuyou sometimes shows a lack of respect for her elder. Even though she is the one who is a child, her master often acts quite childish.

Yun Chuyou is originally a female college student; even though her body has become that of a six-year-old after crossing over, her mental age is not that of a six-year-old child. Xie Fuzhi also has an unusually young appearance, and with his sometimes overly lively personality, she occasionally feels that she is not being cared for by her five-hundred-year-old master, but rather she is looking after a five-year-old child.

She glanced at Xie Fuzhi. The Osmanthus Wine wasn’t very strong, but after just a few sips, he was already tipsy, his fox-like eyes turning red, as if someone had mistreated him.

People who are inexperienced are often the most eager. If she hadn’t brought Xie Fuzhi down, she wouldn’t have bought him alcohol so casually. Yun Chuyou replied coolly, "I’m worried my master will get drunk and freeze to death in the snow. Then there would be three more mouths to feed in the sect, and I don’t want to lose my master at such a young age."

"Don’t worry, your master is not that useless."

Xie Fuzhi smiled, "Is Chuyou jealous? No matter how many disciples the Qingxu Sect takes in, you will always be the most important disciple in my heart, the forever first disciple of Qingxu Sect."

He originally wanted to say "the most beloved disciple," but it didn’t feel right, so he changed it to "the most important disciple."

Yun Chuyou said softly, "Master, have you forgotten? I am now the leader of Qingxu Sect." Being the forever first disciple of Qingxu Sect sounded like a terrible curse.

Besides, she wasn’t a child anymore and didn’t want to compete for attention from her junior brothers and sisters. She noticed Xie Fuzhi’s drinking ability had gotten worse; after just a few sips, all he could do was talk nonsense.

Xie Fuzhi said, "Even if you live a hundred years, even a thousand, you will still be my master’s disciple."

Yun Chuyou was his only direct disciple. Unlike named disciples, this kind of master-disciple relationship was very close, second only to that of partners.

Once a teacher, always a father. Although their relationship was not like that of a father and daughter, it was a deep bond formed over ten years of companionship as master and disciple.

Yun Chuyou said, "Master can’t just leave all the work to me after taking on three disciples. They should also learn the teachings of the Qingxu Sect."

She didn’t care about being the top disciple of the Qingxu Sect. If possible, Yun Chuyou really just wanted to be a cultivation fanatic, focusing only on her training and ignoring everything else.

Unfortunately, the Qingxu Sect had limited resources, and her special ability was to help the sect flourish. To avoid a disaster that could harm the entire sect in the future, Yun Chuyou felt overwhelmed with worry.

Yun Chuyou wasn’t very good at drinking. If she didn’t consciously use her spiritual power to push the alcohol out of her body, she would probably be tipsy after just three cups. After drinking a small cup, she felt a bit intoxicated, and her emotions were heightened. Anger was flowing through her like a river, "I’m just the Elder Martial Sister. As the leader, managing the sect is part of my duty, but the path of cultivation is not my responsibility. Master, you have nothing to do, so please start guiding the younger martial sisters from tomorrow!"

Xie Fuzhi looked at her with a mixed expression but agreed, "Chuyou has good intentions. Whatever you arrange, I will follow."

Although Xie Fuzhi could be unreliable at times, he was still very capable. Yun Chuyou felt reassured and told her master, "Master, Meng He has done well. He is originally an inner disciple, so please accept him as a direct disciple. Then, in a few days, Zhong Wei can also become an inner disciple."

To recognize Meng He as a direct disciple, Xie Fuzhi’s cooperation was needed, as this was not something Yun Chuyou could simply change with a few clicks.

Xie Fuzhi, who usually indulged her, rejected her suggestion, "No!"

Yun Chuyou never expected that Xie Fuzhi would say no. In the original story, these important characters were supposed to be direct disciples of the Qingxu Sect.

After all, the Qingxu Sect is not very big. Without her as an Elder Martial Sister, Xie Fuzhi would have to teach many students at once.

She was rarely turned down by Xie Fuzhi, especially when the atmosphere was nice just a moment ago; he shouldn’t have refused.

The girl asked in confusion, "Why not? Meng He listens very well."

She thought that promoting Meng He as a direct disciple would also encourage other students to be more active and inspire healthy competition, which seemed reasonable and should not make things difficult for Xie Fuzhi.

"If I say no, then it’s no!" Xie Fuzhi raised his voice and, seeing Yun Chuyou’s puzzled expression, softened his tone a bit.

He sighed and said, "Let’s promote Meng He to a true disciple, and Zhong Wei can go according to your plan."

Being a direct disciple and a true disciple are both important roles in the sect, but direct disciples are closer than true disciples.

Xie Fuzhi was silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and gently ruffled Yun Chuyou’s hair. The girl’s hair was thick and soft like clouds, very different from Meng He’s rough hair.

The handsome young cultivator’s eyes were deep and heavy, like a vast ocean. He spoke slowly and firmly, as if each word was carved from stone, "Chuyou, in this life, Master will only have you as my direct disciple."