Night fell…
“A little harder…”
“Like this, Master?”
“Mm… good… yes… right there… ah…”
“Is that enough, Master?”
“Mm.”
Ye Li lay sideways on the chaise lounge, her delicate, coldly beautiful face filled with contentment.
“It’s been a while since I had a massage.”
‘I really did miss it…’
Luo Xing kneaded Ye Li’s soles with moderate pressure, smiling.
“As long as Master wishes, this disciple will massage you every day.”
“It’s fine.”
‘As long as I go along with her wishes, she shouldn’t go dark, right?’
Ye Li felt the numbing pleasure spreading through her arches while squinting at the young man diligently serving her.
To be honest, even she hadn’t expected to grow accustomed to something like this.
Ever since Luo Xing left for training, she’d been craving the feeling of him serving her, rubbing her feet.
After he returned, he was still recovering from his injuries. No matter how willful Ye Li could be, she couldn’t ask an injured disciple to serve her.
But now, she had finally gotten her wish.
Ye Li thought to herself, Chu Ying was right after all.
If he really wanted to go out, let him run wild. He’d hit a wall, get beaten, and know to obediently come back…
She had grown used to Luo Xing staying quietly by her side, serving her, obeying her.
After this incident, he shouldn’t dare to run off again, should he?
But…
A glimmer of inquiry flashed in Ye Li’s eyes.
What if he still wanted to run?
What if he still wanted to leave her…
Then what?
“Just lock him up with a chain!”
In the room, Chen Anqi said to Luo Han:
“Junior Sister, listen to me. I’ll find you a chain later—lock it up, and it won’t run.”
“Senior Sister, that’s too inhumane.”
Luo Han crouched on the ground, holding a small, kitten-like beast with snow-white fur. She shook her head at Chen Anqi.
“This little thing isn’t a pet. Once its injuries heal, I still need to send it back outside.”
She had found this young beast on the mountain a few days ago while accompanying her master to search for medicinal herbs.
It had been severely wounded, on the verge of death. Luo Han couldn’t bear it, so she brought it back to the sect to nurse it back to health, planning to release it after it recovered.
But the little thing was mischievous—before its wounds had fully healed, it kept running everywhere.
Luo Han spent her days either treating it or chasing after it to bring it back.
“Oh, why bother sending it back…”
Chen Anqi crouched down beside Luo Han, reaching out to gently stroke the beast in her arms.
“Junior Sister, you obviously like it. Why not just keep it as a pet?”
Sniff, sniff…
‘Little Junior Sister’s scent! Take a sneaky inhale!’
“I do like it, but…”
Luo Han stroked the beast’s fur, a tender light in her eyes.
“It doesn’t belong only to me. Maybe it yearns for freedom more, doesn’t like living under someone else’s roof. Or maybe… its parents are desperately searching for it…”
If she put herself in its place, if Luo Xing disappeared one day, she would definitely panic and search everywhere for him.
So no matter how much she liked this little beast, she wouldn’t force it to become her pet.
She had experienced the pain of separation from a loved one and didn’t want any living being to feel that way—even a small beast.
Chen Anqi’s heart softened at her words.
Ah~
‘How kind and innocent our little junior sister is!’
‘I really want to… teach her some naughty things!’
Meanwhile, neither girl noticed that the little beast was staring at Luo Han’s face with its amber, sapphire-like beast eyes…
Three months later…
Xuantian Sect, Outer Sect Martial Arts Grounds.
The morning mist had yet to dissipate, but the outer disciples had already begun their daily training.
The clashing of weapons and the low hum of breathing exercises intertwined into a lively melody.
On one of the martial arts platforms, two youths were sparring.
One wore a coarse short robe, his arms thick as twisting dragons; the other donned a plain green long robe, holding a longsword, exuding a hint of elegance.
They exchanged several bouts, testing each other.
“Iron Mountain Charge!”
Cai Sun thought he had spotted a flaw in Luo Xing’s stance. He stomped hard.
Fine cracks appeared on the bluestone floor of the platform, and his body charged at Luo Xing like an out-of-control beast, an unstoppable momentum driving him forward.
Luo Xing’s eyes flickered. He lightly touched his toes, and his body drifted aside like willow fluff.
Body movement technique: Phantom Shadow Step.
As if weightless, Luo Xing floated behind Cai Sun and swung his sword down at his head.
Cai Sun realized his mistake and wanted to dodge, but his body uncontrollably turned around.
Then…
Thud!
Under everyone’s gaze, Cai Sun dropped to both knees, raised his hands above his head, palms together, and caught Luo Xing’s blade.
“Senior Brother Cai caught Senior Brother Luo’s sword!”
“Huh? Does… that count as Senior Brother Cai winning?”
“I guess it counts as Senior Brother Cai’s win?”
“But how come Senior Brother Luo’s sword was so easy to catch? A few days ago…”
“Junior Brother Cai.”
While the watching outer disciples were discussing, Luo Xing smiled and withdrew his sword.
“You yield.”
Cai Sun was someone he’d gotten to know during his time as an outer disciple.
Back then, Luo Xing hadn’t awakened his memories and was more friendly, so he got along well with the straightforward Cai Sun.
But after Luo Xing was accepted as Ye Li’s personal disciple, they hadn’t contacted each other for a long time.
Cai Sun, because of his inferior spiritual root, could only stay in the outer sect and had taken the body cultivation path.
Actually, according to the rules, Cai Sun had joined the sect earlier, so Luo Xing should call him senior brother.
But who made Luo Xing Ye Li’s personal disciple now?
“Hehe, Senior Brother Luo.”
Cai Sun got up with a naive smile.
“By the way, what’s that move called? I clearly wanted to dodge, but my body just wouldn’t obey…”
He turned around, knelt, raised his hands to catch the sword Luo Xing swung down—all in one smooth motion.
Even he was shocked by the fluidity.
It felt like he’d secretly practiced it countless times…
“Oh, it’s a self-created sword technique…”
Luo Xing’s expression didn’t change.
“I see!”
Cai Sun didn’t doubt it at all.
‘No wonder he was accepted as Elder Ye’s personal disciple!’
“Haha, not at all, just so-so.”
Luo Xing said no more and pulled a bottle of pills from his storage ring.
“Here, a gift for you.”
As soon as the pills appeared, all the surrounding outer disciples looked at Cai Sun with envy.
Pills from a personal disciple…
“Hey!”
“Ah! Just keep them! I’m leaving!”
“Senior Brother Luo! This is too much! Take them back…”
Not giving Cai Sun a chance to return them, Luo Xing threw his spirit sword into the air, stepped onto it, and flew away from the outer sect practice ground.
“Sigh, Senior Brother Luo is still as kind as ever.”
Cai Sun watched Luo Xing’s retreating figure.
He clutched the pills in his hand, a simple smile on his face.
“Even though he’s a personal disciple, he doesn’t put on airs at all.”
“He even comes to the outer sect often, pretending to spar just to give him pills.”
“Truly kind…”