Chapter 27: 27. Cultivators should have a broad mind

Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

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Ling Xiaoyue originally had a delighted face, tonight she had made a big profit, eating at various places, at least another ten thousand silver in hand.

Upon seeing Fang Zhou, she immediately stopped smiling, quite surprised, “Disciple, how did you end up like this?”

Ling Xiaoyue knew Fang Zhou was harboring some secrets of his own, which she didn’t really care about, but she was fairly confident about Fang Zhou’s fighting ability.

The Hu residence had at most three little demon foxes, with the skills that Fang Zhou had shown, even if he couldn’t beat them, he shouldn’t end up in such a sorry state.

Before Fang Zhou could answer, Ling Xiaoyue suddenly realized, dropped the two demon fox corpses, then rested her hand on Fang Zhou’s shoulder with a suggestive smile, “It must be because you thought those fox spirits looked pretty and couldn’t bear to act, right? What have you been playing at for so long, candle dripping or bondage? Look, your hands are even scorched.”

Fang Zhou kicked towards Ling Xiaoyue, who dodged deftly by twisting lightly.

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“Damn it, you still have the nerve to say?!”

Fang Zhou swore angrily: “If it wasn’t for your inaccurate information, would I have ended up like this? I really fell for your nonsense, had I known you were so unreliable, I wouldn’t have come.”

“Nonsense, how could the information from your master be wrong.”

Ling Xiaoyue placed one hand on her hip, discontentedly saying, “Then tell me, what exactly was wrong?”

Fang Zhou kept it brief about the incidents in the cellar without going into the details of the fight: “You said there were at most three little demon foxes in the Hu residence, but that man-eating fox in the cellar had a fist bigger than your face, dare you say you didn’t get it wrong? If it wasn’t for my great skills, handsome looks, and sheer luck, I would’ve been eaten by that demon fox, and you’d have to look for your disciple inside its stomach.”

Ling Xiaoyue was slightly surprised, as she hadn’t considered this situation; after all, demon foxes are not known for their strength, and it’s rare to encounter a man-eating demon fox skilled in combat even in a hundred years.

“Oh dear, you hear me making excuses, no, you hear me explain, what I meant by little demon foxes was young in age, not small in size, didn’t you hear that clearly?”

Ling Xiaoyue started making excuses and it seemed to make more sense as she spoke, “That clearly was your misunderstanding, how can you blame your master? I always told you to read more, but you wouldn’t listen, otherwise you wouldn’t have made such a blunder. But it’s alright, your master forgives you.”

Seeing Ling Xiaoyue actually flipping the blame onto him, Fang Zhou almost wanted to grab the Evil Slaying Sword and stab her through.

Just as Fang Zhou was about to retort, Ling Xiaoyue picked up a wine pot, “Here, take a drink, let your master treat your injuries.”

Fang Zhou refused with his hand, “No, I don’t drink…”

Before he could finish, Ling Xiaoyue stuffed the wine pot into his mouth, forcing a large gulp down his throat.

Fang Zhou thought he would choke, but surprisingly the wine was not at all harsh, instead, it was cool and sweet like spring water, with a fragrant taste that instantly traveled to his stomach.

In an instant, Fang Zhou felt his body warm up, and his tiredness and pain vanished.

Ling Xiaoyue took Fang Zhou’s injured hand, poured the wine on it, washing off the burnt marks, with the wound visibly healing rapidly from the wine.

Fang Zhou exclaimed, “What is this…”

“Pretty impressive, right?”

Ling Xiaoyue boasted a bit, “This is the immortal wine brewed by me using a secret technique, it’s also a Healing Holy Medicine, in the future if you are missing an arm or a leg, don’t worry, your master can fix it with just a mouthful of this.”

Fang Zhou was somewhat touched, but then he became wary again, “It’s free right?”

Ling Xiaoyue glared at him annoyed, “In your eyes, am I the kind of person who only thinks about money? We are master and disciple, it’s fate, and looking after you is my duty, how can I talk about money in every sentence? Are your eyes filled with money?”

Fang Zhou almost choked, wondering who was always talking about money.

But with Ling Xiaoyue stating thus, Fang Zhou was genuinely moved, “You’re right, shall we cancel the debts I owe you?”

Ling Xiaoyue solemnly said, “Look at you, bringing up money again, let me teach you a lesson, a person’s vision should not be so narrow, you shouldn’t always focus on material things. Cultivators should have broad minds, looking far and wide is the right way. But having said that, even brothers settle accounts clearly, let alone master and disciple? To repay debts is righteous and just, how can we maintain trust between people if you, as my disciple, don’t settle debts?”

Damn it, give me back my earlier sentiment.

Ling Xiaoyue continued, “This immortal wine is quite valuable, I didn’t plan to charge you for it, but since you insist on paying, I won’t stop you lest it hurts our relationship, let’s just put it on the tab.”

Fang Zhou could no longer hold back. He grasped the Evil Slaying Sword and aimed a strike at her, determined today to purge the sect.

As long as he killed this woman, he would become the founding patriarch of the sect.

Ling Xiaoyue pinched the Evil Slaying Sword between two fingers, “Huh, this sword has a strong Evil Qi. Where did it come from?”

Fang Zhou snapped irritably, “None of your business. Let go and let me finish you off.”

Ling Xiaoyue, uninterested in the Evil Slaying Sword, flicked it away with a finger, smiling, “My disciple, don’t be so hot-tempered. How about your master helps you cool down?”

Fang Zhou tilted his head to look at her, “How would you cool me down?”

He wasn’t expecting anything, just curious what new trick this woman might pull.

Ling Xiaoyue lightly tapped on a wine pot, and a cloudy mist of steam emerged, floating over Fang Zhou’s head.

Instantly realizing what she was up to, Fang Zhou hurriedly turned tail and ran, as the cloud of steam poured down like rain, chasing after him.

His voice echoed from afar: “You’re ruthless. This isn’t over~~”

Ling Xiaoyue laughed heartily, bent down to pick up the corpses of two demon foxes from the ground, and followed.

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Supported by incredible determination and survival instinct, the young apprentice leaned against the wall, slowly making his way step by step out of the Hu mansion.

On the silent and deserted street late at night, he had just walked a short distance when he saw another figure across the street, also leaning against the wall, slowly moving forward.

Their eyes met, and both froze at the same time.

“Disciple, what happened to you?”

“Master, what happened to you?”

The person across the street was Master Ji, her body covered in wounds, her clothes soaked in blood as if she had just been fished out of a pool of blood.

The young apprentice was in no better condition, covered in gashes, a true bloody mess.

The master and disciple stared at each other, and the apprentice couldn’t help but sigh, “Ah, let’s just leave it unsaid…”

“Leave it unsaid my ass!”

Master Ji suddenly erupted, “Those damned demon foxes only bully the weak and fear the strong, constantly attacking me. And that woman, why do I bump into her everywhere? She’s truly a curse…”

As she spoke, she covered her face with her hands, starting to cry, “Why am I so unlucky? I just want to earn money peacefully, to be respected as a great master, to live a life counting money leisurely. Is that too much to ask? Such a simple wish, yet I can’t achieve it. Why does fate conspire against me? Life is so hard, wuwuwu.”

The young apprentice softly said, “Master…”

Master Ji said irritably, “What is it, can’t you let me cry in peace?”

The young apprentice pointed at Master Ji’s body, weakly saying, “You’re gushing blood, Master.”

Master Ji looked down and noticed the wounds on her body actively bleeding out. Her eyes rolled back as she collapsed backward.

“Master.”

The young apprentice hurried over, his eyes brimming with tears.

Master Ji held the young apprentice’s hand, weakly saying, “Disciple, let’s go quickly, let’s leave Qingde City, the further from that woman, the better.”

Tearfully, the apprentice nodded and helped Master Ji up.

The master and disciple, supporting each other, slowly disappeared into the night on the long street.