Early in the morning, Ti Ying sat on her bed, working on deciphering the spells on the letter her former master had given her.
She would decipher a bit whenever she was bored, and over several days, she had managed to unravel quite a few characters from the letter.
However, because she deciphered it so haphazardly, picking at it wherever she felt like, even though she had deciphered many characters, she still couldn’t piece together the entire letter.
She could only make out words like “Senior Brother,” “Qianshan,” and “Little Ying.”
Ti Ying pieced together a sentence: “Mm, Senior Brother loves Little Ying.”
It must be something like that.
The rest… she would continue deciphering when she had more time.
Yawning, she got out of bed and found that Nan Yuan had already left.
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As she flipped through the roster, she suddenly stopped.
She saw Jiang Xuehe’s name in a match this morning, facing a senior brother whose name she couldn’t remember.
Seeing Jiang Xuehe’s name made her heart skip a beat before she nonchalantly moved her gaze away.
She thought about the events in the library last night.
She thought about Senior Brother holding her in the water…
That scene and Senior Brother’s avoidance were somewhat peculiar, beyond her understanding.
It made her feel a bit… a bit… like she wanted to see Senior Brother immediately.
Ti Ying lay on the bed, thinking silently for a while. Usually, it was Senior Brother waiting for her outside the competition hall; she had never watched Senior Brother’s matches.
Last night, Elder Shen Xingchuan kept asking Senior Brother questions, which made Ti Ying very concerned. It made her very concerned about Jiang Xuehe—was he being eyed by Elder Shen as a disciple?
Could all her efforts be in vain, only to lose to Senior Brother?
Would Senior Brother, having trained with her all along, end up benefiting at her expense?
It couldn’t be Senior Brother!
Ti Ying, frustrated by her own speculations, felt herself almost bursting with anger. She no longer had the mood to think about what to play; she got out of bed angrily and decided to watch Senior Brother’s match and confront him—
Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated.
The competition hall was bustling today.
As soon as Ti Ying arrived, she saw Jiang Xuehe on the enlarged “Heaven’s Eye” formation screen in the air.
Jiang Xuehe’s match was simple, a duel with another disciple. When Ti Ying arrived, she immediately saw the boy in the veiled hat gracefully responding to the opponent’s attacks.
Many disciples were gathered below, watching. The crowd was large.
Ti Ying had never seen a match being observed by outsiders before.
She couldn’t help but be puzzled: “What’s going on?”
A lazy voice beside her explained, “The disciple facing Senior Brother Jiang exchanged all his skills for merit points and got a one-time-use artifact from the sect. This artifact can merge with the ‘Heaven’s Eye’ formation. That disciple wanted others to see the match, so he used the artifact.
“In recent days, quite a few disciples have been doing this.”
Ti Ying turned to see a round-faced boy leaning against the wall, smiling at her.
Ti Ying: …This person looks familiar.
Who is he?
Her curiosity piqued, and she obediently followed up on the boy’s words: “Why do they want others to see their match?”
The Yujing Sect seemed to always discourage disciples from knowing each other’s secrets.
For example, they didn’t let others know about their spirit roots, and the “Heaven’s Eye” matches weren’t open to everyone… The Yujing Sect seemed to be wary of all prying.
The round-faced boy grinned: “For fame. They work so hard to get into the inner sect, so they start thinking about building relationships with their seniors and juniors to gain a reputation.”
Ti Ying understood: “For a direct disciple, So the masters really watch.”
A female voice interjected, gritting her teeth: “Not just that, the main goal is to become the chief disciple.”
Ti Ying didn’t need to turn around to recognize Hua Shi.
How strange.
This senior sister always chased after her.
She must really love her, right?
The round-faced boy snickered: “Newly admitted inner sect disciples, aiming for fame and the chief disciple position, even trying to challenge Jiang Xuehe and use him as a scapegoat…”
His voice lowered, watching Jiang Xuehe with a mocking smile, muttering to himself: “Can he succeed?”
That’s Ye Sha.
If his true identity were revealed, the world would tremble. Who would dare challenge the Ye Sha?
But now, Ye Sha was hiding his identity, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, pretending to be a waste who couldn’t even learn the wind control technique..
All of this is just for a little girl.
Ti Ying suddenly sensed a killing intent.
She looked up at the round-faced boy.
The boy flashed her a bright smile.
Ti Ying blinked, starting to recall the boy’s face.
At the same time, she heard Hua Shi’s somewhat longing voice: “Every generation of disciples participates in a ‘Demon Hunt’ competition. The victor gets numerous resources and benefits. The four major sects take turns hosting this grand event. This time it’s the Wushen Palace’s turn, and their reward is their sect’s treasure, the ‘Forget Life Mirror.’ They will lend the ‘Forget Life Mirror’ for a year for the victor to use in cultivation.”
Ti Ying raised her hand: “My Senior Brother said there are no demons in the world. What are we hunting?”
Hua Shi glared at her: “It’s just a name for the competition. In reality, we hunt impure ghosts. And this competition has been passed down for a thousand years; there were demons back then.
“You should know about the Wushen Palace’s techniques related to destiny. The Forget Life Mirror has such a function; it can predict destiny. This kind of prediction greatly aids us cultivators in navigating the world and avoiding harm.
Everyone wants that mirror.
And the mirror only goes to the victor. From what I know, in each competition, the four major sects send their chief disciples along with other disciples. That Forget Life Mirror usually ends up with the chief disciple. Even if you don’t care about the mirror, becoming the chief disciple… is a very prestigious thing.”
Hua Shi spoke passionately.
She looked up at Jiang Xuehe on the screen.
The boy in the veiled hat was calmly dealing with his opponent, seemingly struggling. But from Hua Shi’s extensive observation of Jiang Xuehe’s matches…
Hua Shi focused intently: this person was still her biggest rival for the chief disciple position!
The round-faced boy squinted: “Senior Sister Hua looks like she wants to compete for the chief disciple position.”
Hua Shi sneered: “But I rely on true skill. I’ll defeat all of you; I don’t need fame—my fists will earn your respect. Who cares about your opinions?”
Her words were arrogant, with the pride and indifference of a young mistress, drawing the attention of many disciples who pointed and whispered.
Hua Shi folded her arms, glaring back coldly at each one.
Too many people.
She was busy glaring at them.
Ti Ying: “Ah.”
Hua Shi’s eyes lit up, looking at Ti Ying: “You understand me, right?”
But Ti Ying was looking at the round-faced boy.
She exclaimed excitedly: “I remember your name!”
The round-faced boy and Hua Shi were both stunned.
Ti Ying pointed at the boy: “You’re Zhang Dajiao!”
She remembered that his name sounded like something related to farming or walking…
The round-faced boy’s face darkened.
Hua Shi’s mouth twitched.
The round-faced boy gritted his teeth, smiling even brighter: “Little Junior Sister Ti Ying, my name is Li Bu. Li Bu, Li Bu, Li Bu! Didn’t you get a single character right?”
Ti Ying: “Sorry.”
Her apology was so sincere that Li Bu couldn’t stay angry.
Li Bu took a deep breath: calm down, calm down. Jiang Xuehe placed a curse on me; I can’t kill Ti Ying now. The opportunity in my favor is coming; as the Ye Lang, how can I lack the patience to kill?
Li Bu forced another smile.
Meanwhile, Hua Shi hesitated and asked Ti Ying: “Do you remember my name?”
Ti Ying looked at her, puzzled: “Hua Shi, of course.”
Hua Shi was surprised and touched.
She reflected on her behavior: Little Junior Sister loves me so much, and I scold her every day—am I being too harsh?
Ti Ying didn’t care what they were thinking; her attention was on Jiang Xuehe’s duel on the screen.
She told herself: I’m here to spy on Senior Brother’s techniques. Know yourself and your enemy, and you’ll never be defeated.
But seeing Jiang Xuehe fighting so nonchalantly, constantly interrupted by the opponent’s fierce attacks, she couldn’t help but worry.
However, the more she watched, the more she felt Senior Brother had a unique elegance and calmness during the fight.
His robes fluttered, and his veiled hat floated gracefully.
Jiang Xuehe was always so unflustered. Even when his spells were interrupted multiple times, he remained calm, not the least bit impatient. When the wind repeatedly lifted the corner of his hat, Ti Ying could see the boy’s lowered brows.
Elegant, gentle, and indifferent.
Like spring melting the snow.
Ti Ying watched, mesmerized.
She heard the other disciples discussing: “Junior Brother Jiang is probably going to lose.
“Yes, Senior Brother Han is very strong.”
Ti Ying turned her head: “Nonsense, my Senior Brother is very strong!”
The crowd looked at her.
They all recognized the high-profile little junior sister—before entering the sect, she had killed Suan Yu; upon entering, she dueled with Senior Sister Hua, leading the others into the mountain gate.
They also knew the beautiful and high-profile little junior sister was always with Jiang Xuehe.
Privately, they speculated that Jiang Xuehe watched Ti Ying so closely because he harbored some unspeakable thoughts.
Naturally, some couldn’t stand Jiang Xuehe always being by the little junior sister’s side, hogging all the time they could spend with her.
They said, “That’s the senior brother who entered the sect with you, right? Your senior brother is actually very weak; look, he’s always being pushed back…”
Ti Ying’s eyes floated upward.
Sure enough, the opponent was pushing Senior Brother back again.
However, Senior Brother’s graceful retreat was still charming.
Ti Ying was perplexed.
She was indeed anxious and couldn’t see the strategy.
Among everyone present, probably only Li Bu, with a mocking smile, wasn’t worried, believing Jiang Xuehe had his own plan regardless of winning or losing. But Ti Ying didn’t know this; she just couldn’t stand them belittling Senior Brother—
Ti Ying stood up for him: “I’ll bet with you!”
Everyone bets on Jiang Xuehe losing.
Ti Ying took out all the spirit stones from her pouch. After a moment’s hesitation, she tucked one back into her pocket, thinking if Senior Brother lost, they would still need some spirit stones for food.
Ti Ying placed the rest on the side of the betting board with Jiang Xuehe’s name.
Hua Shi hesitated for a long time, unable to decide, and stepped back to watch.
Li Bu, standing beside Ti Ying, bet on Jiang Xuehe.
Ti Ying looked up.
She was touched: “Li Dashi…”
Li Bu gritted his teeth, smiling: “Li Bu!”
Ti Ying: “I’ve got it, Senior Brother Li Bu!”
But Li Bu laughed coldly, not holding much hope.
While they were betting in the competition hall, the match above concluded—
Jiang Xuehe finally focused on his opponent.
The opponent was very strong, trained diligently, and frequently praised by the elders, Jiang Xuehe remembered.
He would be a competitor for Little Junior Sister.
With her lack of spiritual energy, Little Junior Sister could only excel by focusing on other areas. Jiang Xuehe tested all the opponent’s skills to teach Little Junior Sister.
Now, he retreated step by step; the opponent had a great chance of winning, but his moves were starting to repeat.
At the first moment of repetition on the opposite side, it was suddenly discovered that, as the wind blew his hat away, Jiang Xuehe, who always kept his eyes down, lifted his eyelids.
The youth’s clothes were stained with dust, frost, and some blood. But his eyes were clear and dark, and his gaze was gentle. When he looked up, his eyes were extremely sharp.
In an instant, the opponent felt a killing intent.
However, the killing intent only lasted a moment before disappearing again, as if it had never appeared.
The disciple named Han hesitated.
He quickly made up his mind; it must have been his imagination.
He had exchanged his skills for merit points, and now many disciples outside the competition hall were surely watching his match. And defeating Jiang Xuehe would be his first step towards becoming the chief disciple.
Disciple Han laughed heartily, “Junior Brother Jiang, you are at your wit’s end. Why not admit defeat, and I’ll give you some dignity.”
Jiang Xuehe responded gently, “Hmm? Senior Brother, don’t you have any other techniques? I haven’t lost yet.”
Senior Brother Han was taken aback, then said, “Fine, then let me show you my most powerful move—try this, Junior Brother Jiang!”
He gathered his qi into his dantian, and a roar like a tiger’s echoed through the heavens and earth. His mighty fist technique, embodying all his insights from recent days, struck Jiang Xuehe.
This blow could shatter gold, break jade, cleave mountains, and split the earth, shaking the world.
As Senior Brother Han launched his attack, he suddenly heard a very light voice by his ear: “Senior Brother, I accept your move.”
The fist did not hit anyone; Jiang Xuehe’s figure suddenly disappeared. Senior Brother Han quickly changed his move, but a silent attack had already reached his back.
In his final moment before closing his eyes, Senior Brother Han saw the youth in the veiled hat standing with his back to him.
The wind blew, and waves crashed against the shore. The youth stood tall like jade, only his clothes visible.
It seemed as if he had never made a move.
But Senior Brother Han had already lost.
The disciples in the competition hall were stunned.
Ti Ying cheered and suddenly hugged Li Bu, who was standing straight beside her with a deep gaze, thinking: “Wow, we won!”
She was so excited, she stammered: “So much money… I mean, so many spirit stones! We’re rich! Senior Brother Ah bu, you’re amazing!”
Li Bu: “…”
He wanted to correct the girl who didn’t seem to care what he was called, but she was hopping around, hugging him tightly with a soft, fragrant breath, unguarded.
Li Bu’s body stiffened in an instant.
The followers of the Duansheng Dao most fear others getting close.
But this distance was too close.
Li Bu didn’t dodge, and he was hugged by Ti Ying.
She was really just a child, hugging when happy, smiling when joyful. She squinted her eyes, carefree, and proudly said: “I’m generous, even though you bet less, I’ll give you half of my spirit stones.”
Li Bu glanced at the small mountain of spirit stones behind her.
Li Bu: “You think they’re too heavy to carry, right?”
Ti Ying stammered.
Li Bu was furious: “You really think that?!”
Ti Ying smiled brightly: “Kind Senior Brother, don’t be angry.”
Seeing that he seemed angry, she even kindly massaged his shoulders.
Li Bu: “…”
The disciples around were like mourners at a funeral, their eyes vacant.
When Jiang Xuehe came out, he saw Ti Ying and Li Bu hugging and laughing together.
Li Bu!
Jiang Xuehe’s voice was cold: “Little Ying, come here.”
He said, “Don’t be with him.”
Ti Ying was stunned.
She glanced back at Li Bu, who raised an eyebrow, then at Jiang Xuehe coming out of the competition.
She suddenly forgot about Li Bu, her eyes only saw Jiang Xuehe.
She took two steps towards her Senior Brother but then remembered why she came: to spy on her Senior Brother’s techniques!
Not to cheer for her Senior Brother.
Ti Ying: “Hmph.”
She turned her head away and didn’t run towards Jiang Xuehe.
But Jiang Xuehe walked towards her.
When he reached her, Ti Ying still turned her head, not looking at him.
Under the brim of his hat, Jiang Xuehe’s eyes carried a hint of a smile.
He bent down, lifted a corner of his hat, and looked at Ti Ying.
He said, “Did you come specifically to see me?”
Ti Ying quietly turned her head, her dark eyes meeting his lowered gaze.
He reflected her in his eyes.
The boy who lifted a corner of his hat had scabbed wounds on the back of his hand and another new scratch on his neck from her cat’s claw the previous night. Aside from that, his lips were red, his teeth white, his nose high, and the wound at the corner of his eye was faintly visible…
An inappropriate phrase from a story popped into Ti Ying’s head: “beauty worth feasting upon.”
Jiang Xuehe: “Hmm?”
Ti Ying: “Hmph!”
For some reason, when she snorted, he raised an eyebrow as if he wanted to laugh.
But with Ti Ying scowling, he couldn’t really laugh.
The annoying Senior Brother just looked at her, pulling her further away from Li Bu, and gently said: “Good morning, Little Ying.”
Ti Ying held back for a long time.
She finally blurted out: “Senior brother, it’s bad to leave early.”
Jiang Xuehe was stunned.
His little Junior Sister, who was in a strange mood, shook off his hand and ran away by herself. She ran out of the competition hall, and Jiang Xuehe, wanting to tell her about the Bai Luye matter, was left in the dust.
Jiang Xuehe slowly thought, “It’s bad to leave early.” is a uniquely cute phrase from Little Ying.
His little Junior Sister was really… so cute, so cute, and still so cute.
And Bai Luye was coming…
Hua Shi, standing nearby, asked, “What are you smiling at?”
Jiang Xuehe lowered his eyes and calmly glanced at Li Bu, who had hidden himself back in a dark corner, then at Hua Shi, who never stopped staring at him.
Jiang Xuehe nodded politely.
He was about to chase after Ti Ying.
But the disciples behind him hesitated and blocked him: “Senior Brother, you can’t leave. Little Junior Sister won all the spirit stones from us, and we can’t afford to eat…”
Jiang Xuehe: “…”
He was full of questions, not understanding what Ti Ying had done behind his back.
But he remained calm as always and stayed to handle the matter.
While Jiang Xuehe was being held up by others, Ti Ying went alone to the Medicine Peak of the Five Peaks.
This peak was under the care of Elder Ge.
Led by disciples of the Medicine peak, Ti Ying walked among fields full of medicinal herbs, listening to them introduce the various spirit medicines.
The disciple leading her said, “You want all the herbs for healing injuries, right? If you want them all, the total cost in spirit stones is quite high, not something a newly admitted disciple like you can afford.”
Ti Ying proudly replied, “I have plenty of money.”
She had just won a large amount.
The disciple shrugged and let her be—without spirit stones, there was no way to take herbs out of the Medicine Peak, thanks to Elder Ge, who was a notorious penny-pincher.
After the disciple left, Ti Ying squatted alone among the spiritual fields, searching for the herbs she needed.
She only had a basic understanding of medicinal herbs, but that was enough. In recent lessons at Yujing Sect, they taught simple methods for identifying medicinal plants.
Ti Ying took out her book, reading from it and picking herbs accordingly.
Soon, a pile of spiritual herbs was beside her.
She parted a long stalk of grass, about to pick the most robust herb she saw, when a stiff female voice said, “Don’t touch my food.”
Ti Ying was startled.
Instinctively, she threw a prepared talisman and swiftly drew her sword, which she had practiced with for several days.
Her attack vanished as if hitting water when it reached the source of the voice.
A girl in a pale yellow dress with double braids appeared, sitting in the spiritual field.
Ti Ying: “…”
The girl said, “My name is Yue Nu.”
Ti Ying: “Who are you?”
Yue Nu seemed confused.
She hadn’t expected someone here not to know her.
But Yue Nu had a solution.
She took out a waist badge and handed it over: “My current master is Shen Xingchuan.”
Ti Ying: “…?”
This person seemed a bit foolish.
Ti Ying, always a mischievous little rascal, never missed a chance to tease a fool.
Especially since the fool said her master was “Shen Xingchuan.”
Ti Ying began to question Yue Nu, learning that this was the Yujing Sect’s Chiyue Sword, on par with the Wushen Palace’s “Forget Life Mirror,” both being high-level spiritual treasures.
However, the Wushen Palace likely wouldn’t let their Forget Life Mirror grow legs and wander around.
The Chiyue Sword of the Yujing Sect, however, had a sword spirit, Yue Nu, who wandered everywhere.
Yue Nu didn’t see a need to hide anything; after all, everyone in the Yujing Sect knew: “I am a fierce sword that can kill evil spirits but gets contaminated with a lot of negative energy. To prevent me from causing harm to the world, I need to suppress it with the herbs from these fields.
“The herb you just picked is my food for today.”
Ti Ying was shocked—her senior brother had said that evil spirits were endless and could not be killed, yet this sword claimed she could kill them!
Ti Ying: “Do sword spirits need to eat? Are spiritual herbs tasty?”
Yue Nu: “I don’t need to eat. Spiritual herbs aren’t tasty.”
Yue Nu said, “My master says that in the future, I am to become human. I need to get used to human habits. Humans need to eat, so I am learning to eat too.”
Ti Ying blinked.
Curiously, she picked up the herb Yue Nu mentioned, closed her eyes, and chewed.
Yue Nu stared at her.
Ti Ying: “Ugh.”
She spat it out.
Yue Nu was stunned.
The little girl quickly covered it with a handkerchief, acting as if nothing had happened, and even smiled at her.
Yue Nu was at a loss.
She averted her gaze. Her master had said, If you don’t understand something, don’t ask too much; just remember it.
Yue Nu was curious: “I know you. Why are you here?”
Ti Ying: “How do you know me?”
Yue Nu: “My master often watches you all.”
Ti Ying was instantly overjoyed.
Her dream master cared about her that much?
In the sunlight, Ti Ying and Yue Nu sat together in the spiritual field, chatting.
Because Yue Nu was a sword spirit, following Shen Xingchuan for years, the disciples didn’t dare talk much with her. Especially since if they corrupted the sword spirit, Elder Shen would come with his sword for questioning, which was too frightening.
But Ti Ying was just an innocent little girl.
Seeing Yue Nu, she felt an inexplicable affection and wanted to be with her.
Ti Ying didn’t understand this feeling.
She sat in the spiritual field chatting with Yue Nu, delighted that this fool wouldn’t get angry and believed whatever she said.
Ti Ying rested her chin on her hand, troubled: “I’m here to pick herbs for my senior brother; he’s injured… but I don’t know if these herbs will help.”
Ti Ying: “And I’m a bit hesitant…”
Ti Ying, frustrated: “You wouldn’t understand even if I told you.”
Yue Nu, misunderstanding, said: “I understand.”
Ti Ying: “Huh?”
Yue Nu: “Your senior brother is Jiang Xuehe.”
Ti Ying: “…”
She stared blankly at Yue Nu.
Yue Nu took out a notebook.
Following the book, Yue Nu began to read: “What does Jiang Xuehe eat daily?”
Ti Ying was dumbfounded: “What?”
Yue Nu: “I exchange questions with you.”
Her voice was calm, but her gaze was sharp and fierce. The aura of a fierce sword suppressed Ti Ying. Only now did Ti Ying realize Yue Nu was a fierce sword.
Ti Ying vaguely answered: “Depends on his mood?”
Yue Nu wrote: “Jiang Xuehe eats ‘depends on his mood’ meals.”
Ti Ying: “…”
Yue Nu: “What are Jiang Xuehe’s specialties?”
How could Ti Ying know?
But she replied confidently: “I shouldn’t tell you that.”
Yue Nu wrote: “Jiang Xuehe’s specialties are not to be told to outsiders; they are very mysterious.”
Ti Ying: “…”
Yue Nu: “What are Jiang Xuehe’s flaws?”
Ti Ying: “My senior brother has no flaws!”
Yue Nu wrote: “Ti Ying ‘sees beauty in the eyes of a beholder,’ considers Jiang Xuehe perfect.”
Ti Ying was stunned.
She suddenly blushed, jumping up: “What nonsense are you writing?!”
She tried to snatch Yue Nu’s notebook.
Yue Nu didn’t give it to her.
Yue Nu, being incredibly agile, easily outmaneuvered Ti Ying.
After having an advantage in competitions with disciples for a few days, Ti Ying was now being overwhelmed by a sword, left in tears, and deeply frustrated.
Seeing her like this, Yue Nu hesitated.
Yue Nu said: “I’m not asking for myself; I’m asking for my master.”
Unexpectedly, this set off Ti Ying.
Ti Ying had been pretending to cry.
Now Ti Ying was genuinely upset.
She wailed: “I knew it! Elder Shen only cares about my senior brother; he only likes my senior brother! I hate my senior brother, waaa… he doesn’t care about me anymore!”
Yue Nu was confused.
Yue Nu wrote: “Jiang Xuehe made Ti Ying cry.”
What to do?
Her master had said that the one who tied the knot must untie it.
She should go find Jiang Xuehe to appease Ti Ying.
By evening, Jiang Xuehe appeared in the spiritual field.
Ti Ying looked up, tears streaming down her face.
Jiang Xuehe watched calmly from the side.
He was soothing Yue Nu, telling her not to worry and that he would handle his little junior sister.
Jiang Xuehe didn’t address Ti Ying for a long time, just listening to Yue Nu recount what happened.
Ti Ying cried harder, stealing glances at Jiang Xuehe with her tear-filled eyes.
Ti Ying sobbed, trying to squeeze out more tears: “I’m so pitiful…”
Yue Nu: “What’s wrong with her?”
Jiang Xuehe said slowly: “Hmm? What’s wrong?”
Ti Ying thought he really didn’t know.
She grew anxious, her red-rimmed eyes glaring at him.
His robe sleeve brushed her cheek, cool to the touch.
He crouched down, meeting her tear-filled, dramatic gaze.
He softly said:
“You’re calling me over.”
“Aren’t you?”
Yue Nu was puzzled.
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