Ch. 21 - Fairy Qingxuan

Su Yan was about to agree when Xiao Wu cut in, “I’m the Eldest Senior Sister—let me handle it.”

A bit of disappointment passed through Lin Qingyue’s eyes, but she nodded.

Su Yan didn’t mind, watching Xiao Wu teach. But soon, something felt off…

“Aren’t you going a bit hard?”

Xiao Wu’s “guidance” seemed overly harsh. Lin Qingyue had no chance to fight back, getting whacked on the butt with the wooden sword over and over.

“Too hard? I don’t think so. Men are delicate, but girls are different—tough skin, thick flesh. That’s how I grew up.”

“Uh, okay…”

Su Yan scratched his head, baffled.

Tough skin, thick flesh?

Both Senior Sister and Junior Sister looked pretty soft to him. Was something mixed up here?

…

Tian Shui Peak’s vibe was warm, with Senior and Junior Sisters getting along great. But over at Tian Zhu Peak, things were tense. The peak’s head, Fairy Qingxuan, was angry.

Normally, a seasoned cultivator like her wouldn’t let emotions get the better of her. But her disciple had been bullied—how could she stomach that?!

“Did you figure it out?”

Fairy Qingxuan asked icily.

“It’s clear.”

A female disciple stepped forward and said, “Senior Sister Qin really did get hurt because of Senior Sister Xiao. They fought over a man.”

“That brat!”

Fairy Qingxuan slammed the table so hard it broke into dust.

The disciple held her breath, too scared to make a sound.

Fairy Qingxuan paced back and forth, fuming. “I’ve told her so many times—men are a distraction! No love, no desires! And she dares ignore me?”

She had stayed single for 200 years, focusing only on her cultivation. She wanted her disciple to do the same. But now…

“What a disappointment!”

She turned to the disciple. “Tell me everything you found out.”

“Yes, Master.”

The disciple explained everything, and Qingxuan’s face got darker with every word.

Her disciple was chasing after a man? Setting up fake meetings to get close to him? And then got beaten up by his other admirer?!

“No way. I don’t believe this!”

Fairy Qingxuan clutched her chest, refusing to accept it.

The disciple added, “It’s true. Senior Sister Qin likes Junior Brother Su. The whole sect knows.”

“Him?”

Qingxuan paused.

She had heard of Su Yan—he was the disciple of that woman and had a powerful body type. If it was him, it made a little more sense.

“Still, she’s too foolish.”

Qingxuan sighed. Being single was great—so much freedom. Why couldn’t her disciple understand?

Now that she knew the truth, she marched straight into Qin Yimeng’s room.

“Master.”

Qin Yimeng was pretending to read, but the book was upside down.

Seeing this, Qingxuan got even angrier. Her disciple had been training poorly and acting distracted for days. She had thought it was some kind of inner struggle—but it was just about a man.

“I know everything. You’ve really let me down.”

Qin Yimeng lowered her head, biting her lip, too ashamed to speak.

Qingxuan shook her head. “When you first started cultivation, what did I tell you? Men are trouble! Don’t let a handsome face ruin your path. And look at you now!”

“I’m sorry, Master…”

Qin Yimeng whispered, her head sinking lower.

“You’re not sorry to me—you’re sorry to yourself! Where’s your dignity? You’ve trashed your reputation!”

Qingxuan unloaded, “Over a guy, you lost your mind, picking a fight with someone you can’t beat. That’s just asking for it!”

Qin Yimeng hugged her head, scolded silly. She knew she’d been dumb—anger got the better of her.

“My fault. I shamed you, Master. I’m so ashamed.”

Sure, she’d taken the spanking, but as Tian Zhu Peak’s sole disciple—the peak’s face—she’d basically slapped her master’s reputation too. Humiliating.

“Good you get it!”

Seeing her genuine regret and pitiful state, Qingxuan softened, then burned with anger again.

Years alone on Tian Zhu Peak got lonely, even for a cultivator. A decade ago, traveling, she’d spotted a little girl—Qin Yimeng—and brought her back as her true disciple.

More than a disciple, she’d raised her from a tiny bean to a blooming young woman.

To Qingxuan, she was like a daughter—held dear, protected fiercely. Seeing her like this, how could she not be mad?

“Forget it. Even I can’t always dodge loneliness—how could this kid? If she likes that guy, maybe I’ll give her a hand.”

Qingxuan mused.

“Not my fault—you tempted her first. Being my disciple’s Dao partner’s your lucky break.”

Qingxuan wanted Qin Yimeng to regain her pride. Xiao Wu was the sect leader’s daughter—beating her mom wasn’t an option.

So, steal the guy she liked instead. Make him her disciple’s man.

It’d vent her anger, fulfill her disciple’s wish, and—word was—he had a Pure Yang Sacred Body. Triple win.

“Sweet disciple, wait here. Tonight, Master’s got a surprise for you.”

A sly grin crept onto Qingxuan’s face.

Qin Yimeng asked nervously, “Master, what’re you up to? Don’t do anything crazy!”

Qingxuan waved it off. “I’ve got it under control. You’ll see tonight—and you’ll love it.”

With a spring in her step, Fairy Qingxuan left.

“What’s Master plotting? She’s not pranking me, is she?”

Qin Yimeng fretted. At two hundred, her master still acted like a kid.

She seemed stern and steady, but those who knew her knew—she did whatever she pleased, often leaving people speechless.

“Last time she grinned like that was my tenth birthday. Made me fly a sword as a kid—scared me to tears for days. Left me traumatized. This time…”

Qin Yimeng bit her lip, unease rising. Her heart pounded—something bad was coming.

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