Jin Lin felt as if he had turned to stone…
Mo Changxing, you bastard! You’re absolutely the most unique, rarest kind of pig teammate in the world! It was you who proposed challenging the master, so why were you the first to run away?!
Now, left alone to face the legendary recluse of the Xuanling Continent, even Jin Lin, the king of his clan, felt utterly uncertain in his heart…
At that very moment, the teasing voice of Purple Melody Sage drifted over, “Considering how brave my disciple is, if you lose, this master has decided…”
You’ll let me go?!?! Jin Lin screamed inwardly. He really didn’t want to wash anyone’s stinky socks. Even if he had to wash them, he’d rather do it only for his future wife, okay?!
“If you lose, this master has decided to entrust you with the additional task of cleaning the shoes I wore hundreds of years ago!” Purple Melody Sage said, looking at Jin Lin with an expression of great trust, as if washing a pair of shoes worn centuries ago was an extremely honorable task.
Shoes from hundreds of years ago…
Jin Lin frowned, suddenly feeling that his master had terrible hygiene… Shoes from hundreds of years ago would probably be considered antiques in the human world…
Who knew if the stench had faded after all this time…
But then again, a legendary recluse of the Xuanling Continent probably wouldn’t have foot odor, right…?
“Kid, since you’re my disciple, I’ll let you have ten moves first!” Purple Melody Sage chuckled.
“Thirty moves!” Jin Lin immediately bargained. With Mo Changxing gone, his chances of winning alone were slim. The gap in strength had to be compensated somehow!
Purple Melody Sage staggered slightly, staring at Jin Lin in disbelief. Normally, in a duel, offering to let the other party strike first was a sign of disrespect toward their strength. He had assumed that as the king of his clan, Jin Lin would proudly refuse the offer—or at least not haggle over it.
But… Purple Melody Sage couldn’t fathom it. Was the shameless person who just demanded thirty moves really his newly accepted disciple, Jin Lin? The dignified Dragon King of the Water Tribe?!
“Master’s silence means you agree to my terms. Thank you for your generosity!” Seizing the moment before Purple Melody Sage could respond, Jin Lin quickly sealed the deal.
Purple Melody Sage’s eye twitched as he sighed helplessly. “My disciple truly lives up to the Dragon Clan’s reputation—your scales are indeed thick!”
“Master flatters me!” Jin Lin pretended not to understand the insult about his thick skin. As he spoke, he unleashed a water-control spell, transforming the cascading waterfall into a transparent water dragon that charged straight at Purple Melody Sage, who stood with his back to the falls.
The warm sunlight bathed the scene, and a gentle breeze brushed past. Inside the thatched cottage, Yun Qingxue had long lost track of day and night, of time itself. She had no idea that she and Jin Lin were now fellow disciples, nor did she know how Mo Changxing and Jin Lin had pestered Purple Melody Sage for three months just to confirm her well-being in the cottage.
Day and night, she immersed herself in the stack of books Purple Melody Sage had given her. On the fifth day of her confinement, half-starved, she finally mastered the art of absorbing spiritual energy. And after three months, she had committed every word in those books to memory.
Closing the last page of the final book, Yun Qingxue placed it on the desk and closed her eyes, using the absorption technique to soothe her exhaustion.
A faint sound came from the roof. Just as she shut her eyes, Yun Qingxue opened them again to see a figure dropping straight down from above, landing steadily in front of her.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, both were stunned.
“Senior Brother?”
After a pause, Yun Qingxue’s voice, tinged with surprise, broke the silence. Three months ago, the master had placed a barrier here—she couldn’t leave, and no one could enter. So for the past three months, aside from the occasional appearance of the master’s face peering down from the roof, Yun Qingxue had truly seen no one else…
Mo Changxing’s sudden appearance startled her, and she instinctively looked up at the roof. “Has the barrier been lifted?”
“Seems so…” Mo Changxing also glanced upward.
For three months, he had tried every means possible to see Yun Qingxue and ensure she was alright, but none of his efforts could break the barrier. Yet just now, as he prepared to force his way in once more, he unexpectedly—and without warning—fell straight through the roof.
Had he not reacted quickly, he might have landed right on top of her.
With a distracted glance at the roof, Mo Changxing had no time to ponder why the barrier had suddenly vanished. His dark, bright eyes locked onto Yun Qingxue, scrutinizing her from head to toe.
Only after confirming she was unharmed did a faint smile curl at his lips—subtle yet inexplicably dazzling.
“Little Junior Sister,” he said, the three months of worry and longing condensed into those two words.
“Senior Brother,” Yun Qingxue replied with a smile. She could clearly feel Mo Changxing’s gaze lingering on her, making her slightly uncomfortable. She averted her eyes, pretending not to notice his stare.
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