Chapter 330: The Little Demons Who Were Completely Misled

Jin Lin’s lunge came to an abrupt halt.

This is outrageous! How dare they bully a dragon like this! Not only did they devour the first cake Xuexue ever made for him, but now they even want to strike him with heavenly lightning!

This is intolerable! Even an uncle couldn’t stand it!

Filled with fighting spirit, Jin Lin decided to avenge the cake he hadn’t even had a chance to taste.

The atmosphere around them grew eerie and tense.

Yun Qingxue watched the three of them making such a fuss over a cake, utterly baffled.

Was the cake she made really so delicious that it could spark a war? An ice wall had already appeared in the room, and she didn’t want her entire house to be turned into an ice cave by Jin Lin or demolished by the three of them.

“Um… there’s still plenty of cake left. Would you like some more?” she asked timidly.

The tension in the air instantly dissipated. The three men in the room turned to look at her and nodded in perfect unison. “Yes!”

“Then wait a moment. I’ll go get it,” Yun Qingxue said with a smile.

“Disciple, I’ll come with you!” Purple Song Sage quickly followed her with a grin.

After all, the cake was a token of affection from his thoughtful disciple. Besides, if he hadn’t rushed out to fetch medicine for Qingxue, would those two brats have had the chance to taste such delicious treats?

They were only benefiting from his status as their master!

So, he had made up his mind! He would pack up the remaining cake and take it with him, ensuring those two little rascals wouldn’t get another bite!

Not only that, but after savoring the cake carefully, he would save a piece to flaunt in front of Yun Ye!

Back then, they had both pursued Xue Chen, but that guy ended up winning her heart, leaving him as a diamond-level bachelor.

Now, Xue Chen’s daughter had grown up and made a delicious cake—just for him, her master.

What did that mean? It meant Qingxue was on his side!

Hahaha! He absolutely had to rub this in Yun Ye’s face. Only then could he vent the frustration of having his love stolen all those years ago!

“Xuexue, I’ll come with you too!” Jin Lin, sensing something amiss when Purple Song Sage followed, quickly chased after them.

“Me too!” Mo Changxing swiftly caught up with the trio.

Yun Qingxue paused and looked at the three of them helplessly. “I’m just going to get the cake. You don’t need to come along.”

“We do!”

“We do!”

The master and disciples spoke in unison.

Yun Qingxue was speechless, suddenly feeling like the three men before her were kindergarteners who hadn’t graduated.

With an inward sigh, she led them to the room where she had baked the cake.

Inside, Daise, Liuli, and Adai were still slowly enjoying the pieces of cake Yun Qingxue had given them earlier.

The moment Jin Lin entered, his eyes locked onto Adai, who was happily savoring his cake. His handsome face darkened instantly.

What was with this little snake’s blissful expression? Was he deliberately taunting him for not even tasting the cake earlier?!

“The cake is over there. I’ll get it for you,” Yun Qingxue said, stepping further into the room.

Purple Song Sage immediately followed, darting toward the large cake with lightning speed. “No need, disciple. I’ll take this cake back and enjoy it slowly!”

“Master, the cake is quite big,” Yun Qingxue replied with a wry smile, hinting that it was too much for him to finish alone.

Purple Song Sage pretended not to understand and smiled. “No problem. I can finish it!”

Yun Qingxue: “…”

“Elderly people shouldn’t eat too many sweets,” Mo Changxing interjected.

“Nonsense!” Purple Song Sage reached for the cake.

“Whoosh!”

“Whoosh!”

“Whoosh!”

Several sharp sounds cut through the air as ice spikes embedded themselves around the cake, blocking Purple Song Sage’s hand.

“Ungrateful disciple! How dare you attack your master?!” Purple Song Sage glared furiously at Jin Lin, who had launched the spikes.

“I was only concerned for your health, Master. Isn’t that filial piety?” Jin Lin retorted with a raised brow.

“I’m perfectly fine!” Purple Song Sage snapped, reaching for the cake again.

“Whoosh!”

“Whoosh!”

“Whoosh!”

Three wind blades shot toward his hand.

This time, Purple Song Sage smirked and didn’t dodge, picking up the cake effortlessly. The wind blades struck his arm but left no mark.

With the cake in hand, he smirked at Jin Lin and Mo Changxing before flying toward the door.

Mo Changxing immediately leaped to intercept him.

Jin Lin glanced at Purple Song Sage, then suddenly waved his hand. The nearly finished cake in Adai’s grasp flew into his own.

Without hesitation, Jin Lin popped the remaining cake into his mouth. The sweet, melt-in-your-mouth flavor made him swoon. His eyes then locked onto the large cake Purple Song Sage was carrying, filling him with determination.

There was no way he’d let his master hog Xuexue’s delicious creation!

Jin Lin flew after them, joining Mo Changxing in blocking Purple Song Sage.

Tension thickened in the air.

Inside the room, Adai stared blankly at his empty plate, flames of fury burning in his eyes.

Jin Lin, you jerk! You’re the king of the water tribe, yet you stoop to stealing cake crumbs from a little snake like me? Where’s your dignity as a ruler?!

I’m a venomous snake, you know! May you be poisoned to death! Waaah~~~

Adai pitifully looked at Yun Qingxue, silently condemning Jin Lin’s shameless act.

But Yun Qingxue wasn’t paying attention to him.

She stood at the doorway, gazing up at the three figures in the sky.

Purple Song Sage held the cake while Mo Changxing and Jin Lin fought fiercely to snatch it.

“Adai, Liuli, Daise… was the cake really that good?” Yun Qingxue murmured absently.

“Delicious!” Liuli answered eagerly, eyeing the cake in the sky with longing.

I want another piece! You three can fight all you want, but please don’t damage the cake Master made!

Liuli fretted over the cake’s safety.

Meanwhile, the spectacle of Mo Changxing, Purple Song Sage, and Jin Lin battling in the air quickly drew the attention of the new disciples on the mountain.

They watched the three figures clashing midair, their admiration for Mo Changxing and Jin Lin deepening.

At the same time, they became even more convinced of what Mo Changxing and Jin Lin had said earlier—that their master enjoyed sparring with his disciples to guide them.

The onlookers mused that once this match between the master and his top disciples was over, they should also seek guidance from him.