Chapter 30: Master Straight-Up Gives It Away

Honestly, that Gou Zhuoze from Luo Xing's mouth was almost becoming Ye Li's inner demon.

At first, she thought this so-called Gou Zhuoze was some disciple of the Xuantian Sect, but after asking around at the Deacon Hall, she found no such person existed. Then she went outside to search, but still found no leads...

Ye Li seriously suspected that this "Gou Zhuoze" was a fake name, possibly some enemy whose name she couldn't remember, spreading rumors about her and making her run around like a headless fly looking for someone...

"Enough..." Ye Li pinched the bridge of her nose, picked up her teacup, took a sip, and calmed herself down. "Let's not talk about Ye Li... tell me about your master..."

"My master?" Luo Xing tilted his head blankly. "Master... what about her?"

"Tell me how your master compares to Ye Li." Ye Li's gaze was calm, with a hint of playfulness. "You always say your master is good, but good in what way? Tell me."

You remember "Ye Li's" "mistreatment" crystal clear. You'd better remember every bit of your master's kindness just as well.

"Master's... goodness..." Luo Xing squinted at Ye Li for a long time, then finally grinned foolishly. "Hehehe... Master is so pretty..."

Ye Li's movement of drinking tea paused slightly. Her cool eyes involuntarily turned to the drunken youth...

This was the second time today he had said she was beautiful...

Counting the previous time, it was the third...

It seemed every time he got drunk, he would say she was beautiful, but he had never said it to her face before...

For some reason, Luo Xing's praise was simple and unadorned, just plain "good-looking" and "pretty." Compared to the compliments from men in the past, it fell short by a hundredfold, yet this pure and straightforward praise managed to stir faint ripples in her calm heart...

The tea in her mouth...

Seemed to taste a bit sweeter...

Tsk...

She didn't even like sweet things...

Ye Li drained the tea in her cup. "Is that so? Then between me and Ye Li, who is more beautiful?"

"Of course it's Master!" Luo Xing said resolutely. "That woman Ye Li can't compare to you at all!"

Ye Li: "..."

Praising and insulting at the same time... you're really something... Who taught you that?

"So you think Ye Li is ugly?" Ye Li asked through gritted teeth, forcing a smile.

"Huh? No..." Luo Xing shook his head. "She's just not as pretty as Master, that's all..."

What if Ye Li is your master?

Ye Li was starting to wonder if she had a twin sister she didn't know about...

They were clearly the same person, so how could this little drunk cat see them as two different people?

"Besides being good-looking?" Ye Li suppressed the urge to shove her foot into Luo Xing's blabbering mouth, grinding her teeth. "What else... is better about me compared to Ye Li?"

She was about to pour herself some more tea, but after a moment's thought, she put the teapot down and telekinetically fetched the wine bottle from the windowsill.

Too infuriating...

Even though she knew Luo Xing was praising her...

It was still so maddening...

"Master... Master is so much better than Ye Li!" Luo Xing, lost in his own world, counted on his fingers, listing them off one by one. "Master is not only beautiful! But also speaks so nicely! And..."

And she's gentler and more generous than that woman Ye Li! Not to mention, just the matter of cultivation resources alone!

Master straight-up gives them away!

And Ye Li!?

You have to earn them through contributions!

Oh!

And if someone else gives you something, she won't let you take it unless she agrees!

Before I became a personal disciple, I had to exchange contributions for cultivation resources. Now that I'm a personal disciple, I still have to exchange contributions for resources? Then what was the point of becoming a personal disciple!?

And also!

I'm just a medium spiritual root, yet she forces me to break through to the Tui Fan Stage within two months!

Isn't she just making things difficult for me?

Why doesn't she just tell me to break through to the Tribulation Transcendence Realm in two months and ascend in a year!?

Luo Xing rambled on and on about his master's goodness and "Ye Li's" badness, leaving Ye Li momentarily unsure whether to beat him up or praise him...

Beat him up?

But he was genuinely praising her...

Praise him?

He was insulting "Ye Li"...

Ye Li just listened silently, taking one sip after another of wine, until she finished the bottle and realized Luo Xing had, at some point, fallen asleep with his head on the table...

Ye Li put down the wine bottle, tilted her head, and looked at Luo Xing for a while, finally letting out a soft snort and whispering, "Rebellious disciple..."

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The next day.

"Ma... Master..."

"Hmm?"

In the courtyard, Luo Xing asked tentatively, slightly nervous. "Um... yesterday... I didn't do anything strange, did I?"

This hangover was different from before. Previously, he could remember some fragmented bits, but yesterday...

His last memory was of him downing that bottle of wine in one go, and then nothing.

However, Luo Xing hadn't forgotten that whenever he got drunk, he would definitely do some strange things...

Yet, in response to Luo Xing's question, Ye Li didn't answer directly. She just gave him a meaningful smile...

Luo Xing: "..."

What are you smiling at? I'm asking what you're smiling about?! Tell me clearly, hey!

"What is your Sword Heart?" Ye Li didn't give Luo Xing a chance to ask more, directly changing the subject.

Every sword cultivator's Sword Heart is known only to themselves; outsiders cannot know, even if that person is Ye Li.

"Uh... I don't know either..." Luo Xing scratched his head. "Master, do I really have a Sword Heart?"

Why don't I feel anything?

Ye Li lowered her gaze to look at him, thinking to herself: He doesn't know what Sword Heart it is? It seems it's his own Sword Heart...

She was certain that Luo Xing indeed possessed a Sword Heart now. Otherwise, back in the Sword Tomb, the wisp of "Tyrant Sword" sword intent she left on him wouldn't have disappeared on its own unless she actively erased it.

And Luo Xing said he didn't know what his Sword Heart was...

That ruled out the possibility of inheriting it from other sword intents...

"Uh... Master?"

Ye Li withdrew her gaze, took out an ordinary Spirit Sword from her storage ring, and tossed it to him. "Practice."

It doesn't matter if he doesn't know what Sword Heart he has. He has one now, that's what matters. The rest is up to effort. As long as he spends more time with the sword, he'll eventually know what his Sword Heart is.

Luo Xing picked up the Spirit Sword, looking confused. "Huh? Uh..."

Practice?

Practice what?

How?

Aren't you going to teach any sword techniques, sword arts, or spirit skills?

He wasn't picky; just any eighty or a hundred Heaven-grade spirit skill sword techniques would do.

"Tsk... Sword techniques?" Ye Li snorted, turned, walked to the lounge chair, and gracefully lay down. "With your current state?"

You can't even hold a sword steady, and you want to learn sword techniques?

Faced with Ye Li's belittlement, Luo Xing got angry in an instant...

And then stayed angry...

What else could he do?

"Yes... Master's lesson is correct..." Luo Xing said with a dry laugh. "Then... how should I practice..."

BOOM!

Before he could finish speaking, a soaring sword aura suddenly whistled past his ear. The violent, tremendous roar stunned him, leaving him dazed and rigid, his body trembling like a sieve...

Ye Li nonchalantly retracted her finger, which was as slender and fair as a spring onion, its tip still carrying a fierce sword intent...

"I'll teach you offense first," she said leisurely, pouring herself a cup of tea as if she had done nothing. "Once you learn that, I'll teach you defense."

After saying that, she took a small sip, her willow-like brows furrowing almost imperceptibly...

Why doesn't it taste as good as yesterday's?

Is it the tea leaves?

Meanwhile, Luo Xing turned his stiff body around...

In the sky above, the thick, endless sea of clouds was split cleanly down the middle, forming a straight, razor-sharp fissure. The clouds slowly drifted apart on either side, and a slender beam of heavenly light poured down from the crack, as if the entire sky had been cleaved in two...

Gulp...

Luo Xing swallowed hard, his hand gripping the sword hilt trembling uncontrollably, thinking to himself: Is this... Ye Li's strength?

Do I have to train to this level?