Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Xie Fuzhi, who hadn’t been able to ask about the candy earlier, weakly said, “Chuyou, are you still mad at me?”

Since she had already accepted the little disciple he had picked up, Yun Chuyou probably wasn’t mad at him anymore.

Yun Chuyou looked at the crying emoji above his head, let go of the fist she was holding out, and revealed a piece of candy in her pale palm. It was wrapped in light purple and was Xie Fuzhi’s favorite grape flavor.

After her thoughts returned to normal, she reflected on herself. Junior Martial Brother and Second Junior Brother had appeared at the foot of Cloud Peak, where the Qingxu Sect was located. Their entry into the sect was part of the story and fate’s design.

Xie Fuzhi was now just a small peak cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage, not yet the great villain who would later create chaos and destruction. She shouldn’t take her anger out on him too much.

“Give it to me!”

Xie Fuzhi quickly grabbed the candy, afraid Yun Chuyou might have second thoughts. He unwrapped it and put it in his mouth without hesitation. The crying little cloud above his head instantly turned into a bright little sun. “I knew you were the best, Chuyou! Master wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

He didn’t think he was wrong for bringing Zhong Wei here; he only felt guilty about being a bit late. If he had known that the process of transmigration wasn’t easy, it wouldn’t be an understatement to say there was a risk of falling.

He really shouldn’t have agreed to Yun Chuyou’s request to go to the Mortal World to recruit new disciples. He should have insisted on staying by her side to protect his student. His earlier words about sending Zhong Wei back were also directed at himself in some way.

If Yun Chuyou really fell because of this, Xie Fuzhi would surely lose the heart to teach other disciples.

“Master, it’s getting late. Let’s go back.”

This was not a suitable place to teach new disciples. Even though it was very close to the Mortal World, it was far from the Congyun Mountains where the Qingxu Sect was located.

When they came, Xie Fuzhi had brought Zhong Wei. On their return to the sect, Yun Chuyou naturally used her sword to take them back. Their sect was really poor; although they had some magical tools like the Cloud Boat left from the past, they couldn’t afford the spirit stones needed to use these tools. It was better to conserve and rely on themselves.

The candy Yun Chuyou gave was eaten by herself. Xie Fuzhi had some too, and Zhong Wei, being clever, followed their example to show her trust in the Elder Martial Sister.

She got a pink fruit candy with a sweet peach flavor. Zhong Wei didn’t even want to lick it with her tongue, nor did she want to bite it. She just let it dissolve slowly in her mouth.

But right now, this small candy had turned into sweet peachy juice in her mouth, and Zhong Wei could only bite her lip hard again, tasting the iron-like rust of blood.

Just a tiny candy had provided her with a little energy, helping her avoid the pain of an empty stomach.

However, she had just thrown up everything earlier, and if she did it again, Zhong Wei felt she might throw up bile next.

Even though someone else was leading her, her first experience was so terrible that Zhong Wei still felt frightened standing on the thin sword. She closed her eyes and tightly grabbed Yun Chuyou’s flowing robe.

Her face, hands, and even her clothes had been cleaned by the Cleaning Spell, so holding onto her clothing wouldn’t make it dirty. The Elder Martial Sister in front of her probably wouldn’t blame her.

Zhong Wei didn’t see cultivators as immortals like ordinary people did. She knew they were just a group of powerful beings trying to change their fate, not compassionate saints. In this world, the law of the jungle still ruled, and it was even colder. Stealing resources and killing for treasure were very common.

The sword flew up, but this time it was different. The strong wind, like sharp blades brushing against her face, didn’t affect Zhong Wei at all. She opened her eyes and saw a faint golden light around the sword. This was a protective shield created by Yun Chuyou using spiritual power, kindly blocking the strong wind.

Yun Chuyou turned her head to look at Zhong Wei behind her. “Don’t worry. With the shield, even if you can’t stand steady, you won’t fall off. If you’re afraid of heights, don’t look down. Once you learn to ride the sword yourself, you won’t be scared anymore.”

Zhong Wei carefully stepped one foot outside the narrow space of the sword, gently touching the golden light with the tip of her shoe. It felt hard and solid, and her heart felt much more at ease.

Yun Chuyou wasn’t in a hurry, so she wasn’t moving as fast as Xie Fuzhi had before. At that time, Zhong Wei had been held by her neck, dangling in the air. Now, her feet were firmly planted on the sword, giving her a feeling of stability. The difference in experience was as big as riding a bumpy cart on mountain roads versus driving on a highway in an Audi A6.

Zhong Wei realized that she wasn’t afraid of heights or dizzy from the sword—it turned out her teacher was just too unreliable. No matter how sweet-looking but cruel Yun Chuyou might be, at that moment, Zhong Wei felt that her Elder Martial Sister was far better than her teacher, being gentle and caring.

After spending a whole two hours, Yun Chuyou finally brought Zhong Wei down to the Qingxu Sect. Hidden in the mist, she stopped the sword a few inches above the ground, jumped off, and looked back at Zhong Wei. “Younger Martial Sister, come down. We have arrived at our sect.”

Zhong Wei’s dirty clothes transformed into a clean linen robe under the Cleaning Spell, but the robe was still a bit tattered. The straw sandals on her feet were worn, with her toes peeking out through the holes, and since it was cold on the mountain, she instinctively curled her toes in.

A clean robe fell over the pale little beggar, wrapping her in warm clothing. “It’s colder on the mountain than down below. You are flesh and blood now, so you need to wear more.”

Although the Qingxu Sect had declined, there were still many houses. However, the old main hall looked quite shabby due to the lack of people. Yun Chuyou didn’t mind these things; there were too many empty houses, and since there were only a few of them living there, they avoided wasting spiritual power cleaning and maintaining them every day.

Yun Chuyou pointed to a row of houses and said, “You can choose any house here. Once you’ve chosen, go to the storeroom to select some furniture.”

Zhong Wei spoke timidly, “Can I stay here? Do I not need to ask Master?”

Yun Chuyou was the Elder Martial Sister, while Xie Fuzhi was their master and the highest-ranking person in the sect. Zhong Wei had run away from a big household. Though young, she had learned many rules. Despite not liking her master, she still felt compelled to appear obedient and respectful.

Yun Chuyou said, “No need. Master doesn’t like to handle these matters. I take care of everything, and there aren’t many people in our sect, so we don’t have as many rules as the big sects. If you need anything, just ask me.”

Once more people joined in the future, they would have to follow the rules, but for now, there were only five of them in the sect.

“Then where does the senior martial sister live?”

Yun Chuyou pointed to a large room in the middle. “I live here. Master stays at the top of the mountain. He loves to fish at the Heavenly Pool. It’s too cold there, and it’s not convenient to come down.”

Before Yun Chuyou could fly on her sword, she avoided the mountaintop. Having grown accustomed to living at the base, she was too lazy to move.

The young girl pointed to several houses with her slender finger. “This one on the left is where your Elder Martial Brother lives, and the next one is for your Second Master Brother. You can choose any of the others.”

Zhong Wei immediately said, “Then I want the one next door; I want to be closer to Elder Martial Sister.”

In her previous home, Xie Fuzhi was like the head of the family, and her Elder Martial Sister was the great housekeeper of the sect, controlling everything about food and clothing. The respected sons and daughters had the main wife caring for them, while she, the unappreciated small concubine’s daughter, had to please the housekeeper.

She didn’t really like Yun Chuyou that much; she was just subconsciously trying to please her.

Yun Chuyou glanced at the little girl’s head and noticed that her Evil Value had not increased. The clouds above her head had disappeared, indicating no strong emotional changes.

The supporting character had not lived well before; she was sensitive and self-conscious, and her personality was quite twisted. But Yun Chuyou wasn’t trained in early childhood education. She wouldn’t comfort the supporting character like a small child.

In her past life, she had been a college student. Now, in her second life as a six-year-old child, she was only sixteen. She saw herself as a sister, not a mother, and didn’t want to mother Zhong Wei.

It was like finding a stray cat with big ambitions—you couldn’t forcefully cuddle and snuggle the little cat. You had to give it space and time to explore on its own. Everything was better when it came slowly.

“Do it the way you like,” Yun Chuyou said. Her parents respected their children’s choices, and when taking care of kids, she followed the same principle, respecting everyone’s preferences.

Yun Chuyou took the little girl to the storage room to collect furniture. She helped clean the furniture with a Cleaning Spell, then brought over a box of clothes. “The school is a bit far from the market. These are my old clothes from when I was a child. You can wear these for now. In a few days, after the new student recruitment is over, there will be more stalls at the market, and we can buy you new ones.”

For years, Yun Chuyou had been the only disciple in the sect, so there were no special disciple uniforms. She wore whatever she could find—some clothes bought from the market and others made by Xie Fuzhi when they were very poor. Ready-made clothes had been quite expensive.

She had joined the sect at six years old and had been about the same height as Zhong Wei now.

“I don’t need to make do; I don’t want new clothes. These are enough.”

Zhong Wei looked at the clothes. Although old, they were well-kept and still smelled nice, with a gentle floral scent. The fabric was soft, better than what she had in her old home.

Yun Chuyou noticed the affection score above the girl’s head go up by five and felt assured that she truly didn’t mind. “Do you still remember your birth date?”

Zhong Wei nodded. Yun Chuyou knew the girl was actually nine years old, though she looked like a child of five or six. Feeling a pang of sadness, Yun Chuyou handed Zhong Wei some candy. “You can sort the clothes first. If you get hungry, eat some candy while I prepare the meal.”

Currently, Zhong Wei was the disciple with the lowest skill level in the entire sect. She wasn’t even at the Qi Gathering stage and couldn’t eat the Inedia Pill. She could only have plain meals; food with Spirit Qi was too much for her since she hadn’t started her training yet.

Yun Chuyou left, leaving Zhong Wei alone in the room to sort her clothes. After Yun Chuyou disappeared from view, Zhong Wei rolled onto a soft blanket that smelled like sunshine. No one had ever been so kind to her since she was born.

Her small arms and legs weren’t worth much to a cultivator, at least not compared to these things. Zhong Wei decided to change her opinion of Elder Martial Sister—it seemed this Elder Martial Sister was truly a good person, simple and soft-hearted.