Before long, the disciples going out for training were all assigned and boarded their flying boats. Luo Xing was among them.
“Junior Brother Luo…”
Hong An came to Luo Xing, wearing a smile that was three parts polite and seven parts refined, and cupped his hands. “It seems I’ll be traveling with you again for this training.”
Luo Xing: “…”
‘Can you just talk normally…’
He knew that Hong An was only acting this way because there were too many people around, and his master was watching from the stage. Otherwise, he would have come over and slung an arm around his shoulder, saying:
“Hehe! Junior Brother! Going out together again! When we have time… hehehe! How about it?”
No joke, he would actually do that.
“Now! Announcing the main person in charge of the training!”
After all the disciples were assigned, the Elder Deacon spoke again.
“Red Cloud Abyss, Yulan Peak Master, Fourth Elder Lü Siqi!”
As his words fell, a middle-aged man in a blue long robe, holding a white jade folding fan, flashed onto the A-class flying boat. The man had a face like jade, a gentle temperament, and a tall, slender posture, like a verdant bamboo. He immediately made the female disciples on the boat swoon.
Lü Siqi, Yulan Peak Master, Fourth Elder of Xuantian Sect, Early Fusion Stage. The training location was far away and dangerous, and with personal disciples present, a sufficiently powerful elder had to oversee them—at least someone at the Nascent Soul Stage or above.
“Broken Star Mountain, Xianyun Peak Master, Fifth Elder, Jun Wujin!”
As the words fell, a man appeared on the B-class flying boat.
“Azure Abyss Miasma Forest, Cloud Mist Peak Master, Sixth Elder Pei Qingshuang, and Listening Snow Peak Master, Inner Sect Wanderer Lin Jingshu!”
The words fell, and Pei Qingshuang appeared on the C-class flying boat. Accompanying her was a woman in a fiery red long dress, with snow-white hair tied up in a high ponytail.
The person in charge of this training needed not only sufficient strength but also suitability. The Azure Abyss Miasma Forest was rife with poisonous insects and miasma. Pei Qingshuang, an alchemist, was the perfect choice, but her strength was only at the Nascent Soul Stage, so Lin Jingshu was added.
Lin Jingshu, Listening Snow Peak Master, Inner Sect Wanderer of Xuantian Sect, Late Nascent Soul Stage, Array Cultivator. A “wanderer” essentially meant a retired cultivator within the sect, mainly responsible for instructing inner and outer disciples. Apart from lacking the authority of sect elders, their circumstances were similar. Inner sect wanderers could also accept personal disciples. The two girls, Cheng Yan and Jiang Ru, who had gone with Luo Xing to the Kingdom of Tianyan last time, were Lin Jingshu’s personal disciples.
Lin Jingshu was an array cultivator, so both girls primarily trained in arrays. However, Cheng Yan was somewhat rebellious—alongside arrays, she also studied swordsmanship, making her half a sword cultivator. That was why Luo Xing had wanted to test the 【Receive Sword】 skill on her last time in Tianyan.
“Abyssal Ice Extreme Ridge…”
Finally, it’s my turn.
Luo Xing murmured to himself. ‘If it’s the same as the original, the person in charge of my team should be…’
“Abyssal Ice Extreme Ridge, Tianqing Peak Master, Second Elder, Wen Yue!”
Sure enough!
Hearing this, Luo Xing looked as if he had expected it. Wen Yue, Tianqing Peak Master, Second Elder of Xuantian Sect, Mid Void Refinement Realm, Talisman Cultivator.
Soon, a beautiful woman appeared before Luo Xing and the other disciples. The woman wore a light apricot-colored robe, her hair loosely pinned up with a jade hairpin. Her brows were gentle, her eyes soft, and her demeanor lacked the sharpness of an elder—only a warm, spring-like smile that instinctively brought a sense of peace.
From Luo Xing’s years of experience with two-dimensional media, Wen Yue’s aura was like a “mother.” Note: a mother, not a madam.
But at that moment, the Elder Deacon holding the scroll suddenly froze. A hint of shock appeared in his eyes as he stared at the scroll, as if seeing something unbelievable…
He whirled around to look at Bai Li Qin Mo, but the latter sat on the high platform, looking at the sky, the ground, the air…
‘Ah, these disciples today… they really look like people…’
Elder Deacon: “…”
‘Sect Master? Sect Master?! Don’t mess with me! Look at me! Look at me!’
No matter how the Elder Deacon signaled, Bai Li Qin Mo pretended not to see. Helpless, the Elder Deacon braced himself and continued.
“Ab… Abyssal Ice Extreme Ridge… Duan Tian Peak Master, Supreme Elder, Ye Li!”
As soon as the words were out, the entire hall erupted in uproar. Luo Xing’s eyes flew wide open; he nearly dropped his jaw to the ground in shock.
‘What the hell?! Who did you just say?! Who did you just say is in charge?!’
But reality gave Luo Xing no time to be shocked or adjust.
After the Elder Deacon finished, the graceful figure in a black long dress appeared before Luo Xing.
Looking at that familiar, cold silhouette, Luo Xing’s eye twitched violently.
Ye Li…
She’s here.
His master… really came.
‘What’s going on?!’
Luo Xing immediately looked toward Bai Li Qin Mo on the high platform, but the latter still refused to meet his eyes.
Luo Xing: ‘Sect Master?’
Bai Li Qin Mo: …
Luo Xing: ‘Uncle Master?!’
Bai Li Qin Mo: …
Luo Xing: ‘Don’t go silent on me now, you bastard! Look me in the eye and answer! Why is my master coming along?!’
To be honest, Bai Li Qin Mo dared not meet Luo Xing’s gaze not because he didn’t want to explain, but because… he didn’t know how to explain.
Just last night, his junior sister suddenly came to Wanyi Peak. Without any explanation, she just said she wanted to be the supervising elder for Luo Xing’s team.
At that time, Bai Li Qin Mo was completely dumbfounded.
‘What? You want to go along? And be the training supervisor?’
Although Bai Li Qin Mo was used to Ye Li’s random actions, sometimes… he just didn’t get it!
Xuantian Sect’s Supreme Elder, one of only two Mahayana Stage cultivators in the sect, the only “Tyrant Sword” sword cultivator in the world!
Who was Ye Li?
Even in upper-level sects, a powerhouse like her would be used to guard the sect!
And now she said she wanted to go on a training trip and be the team leader?
Bai Li Qin Mo really wanted to grab Ye Li by the shoulders and shake her vigorously, to shake out the abnormal water in her brain, and say:
‘Junior Sister! The disciples are going for training! Your disciple is also going for training! Not to siege a demon sect! What are you, a Mahayana Stage cultivator, doing going along?!’
But Ye Li clearly had no intention of letting Bai Li Qin Mo argue, nor did she plan to give any explanation. After dropping that line, she left.
And what could Bai Li Qin Mo do? He could only comply—what else could he do? Could he refuse Ye Li? Obviously not. Could he not do what Ye Li ordered? Obviously not either.
And so, this moment happened.
While Luo Xing was frantically signaling Bai Li Qin Mo, he suddenly felt a sharp gaze boring into his back.
The phrase “like a thorn in the back” became incredibly vivid.
Luo Xing stiffly turned around, just in time to meet Ye Li’s icy, mirror-still eyes.
Luo Xing: “…”
‘Oh no?!’
‘Could Ye Li be coming for me?!’
‘Master is coming for me?!’