Unfilial disciple, do not ruin your master's dream of ascension and peaceful life.

"Ha! You say you're the Holy Venerable's carefully chosen personal disciple? You really know how to make things up!"

A burly male swordsman carrying a heavy sword laughed heartily.

"And you're just a mortal with mediocre spiritual roots... Tsk tsk, do you think someone like you deserves to enter the Sword Inquiry Sect?"

Another female array mage, arms crossed, made no attempt to hide her contempt.

"Exactly, don't cause trouble!" "The Sword Inquiry Sect respects the strong; the weak should stay out of the way!" "Using the Holy Venerable's name, aren't you afraid of his punishment!?"

These exceptionally talented cultivators from prestigious families mercilessly mocked Ye Yinqiu, their contemptuous gazes practically piercing her like a beehive. She gritted her teeth, enduring the humiliation, and gripped the simple sword in her hand tightly.

Suddenly, she felt a gaze coming from a very, very far place.

She realized that her master was watching her, observing how she could earn respect.

"...I certainly won't let you down!"

With this thought in mind, she drew her sword and launched a fierce attack on these so-called chosen ones!

"Don't underestimate my teeth!!!"

She was awakened by her own roar, and was covered in a cold sweat.

A few seconds later, she realized that it was a dream, a dream about the time when she participated in the sect trial.

At that time, Venerable Qianjing did not announce that she was his personally chosen disciple. She fought against those established geniuses as a newcomer. Looking back now, it is truly a memorable time.

"Ugh...it's a bit hot...where am I...?"

She rolled over—

A handsome face suddenly filled her field of vision.

A clean and refreshing face shape.

Delicate eyelashes.

Slender eyebrows.

Messy black hair from sleeping.

Pale, cold skin.

He has handsome, refined features.

Even in the Cangxuan Realm, where handsome men abound, he would still be a striking young man.

"Master...Master...!"

Ye Yinqiu quickly covered her mouth so as not to disturb her master's deep sleep.

Lin Zhiyu once mentioned that, driven by the forces of cause and effect, a certain type of ascendant will be reborn in a country with a similar cultural atmosphere to their homeland. Their new name will be the same as or even the same as their original name, and their appearance will retain their previous features to the greatest extent possible.

Therefore, the Qianjing in front of her is the younger version of her master in her memory, and is about the same age as her now.

Back then, the two looked like they belonged to different generations, but now they look like they're from the same generation.

The moment Ye Yinqiu realized this, her face burned like fire. Looking around, she realized that she was in Qianjing's room, and the two of them were lying together on the crowded single bed!

(My master actually—actually—shared a bed with me!?)

"How can one allow others to sleep peacefully beside one's bed?" is a famous saying in the Cangxuan Realm. Cultivators are very wary, and only extremely close Daoist partners will sleep in the same bed!

and so……

(Could it be... that Master... is hinting at something to me?)

Ye Yinqiu tossed and turned, covering her face, her mind already conjuring up strange and wonderful fantasies. Could it be that because she had performed so well yesterday, her master wanted to... wanted to... wanted to... reward her with that... something?

"...Hey, what are you doing sprawling around on the bed? This is a single bed, it's really cramped."

"Master, you're awake!?"

"Of course I wanted to sleep in, but you woke me up..."

Qian Jing slowly got up, the summer blanket covering her slid down her shoulders, revealing her beautifully sculpted collarbone and her small but strong and firm chest muscles. Ye Yinqiu's face was practically steaming. In 0.1 seconds, she went through all the popular romance novels among female cultivators!

Compared to Ye Yinqiu, whose heart was pounding, Qian Jing remained calm.

He gave his foolish apprentice a cursory once-over, frowned slightly, and said in an almost commanding tone:

"Take off your clothes."

"………………………………"

"Hey, why is your nose bleeding? Are you feeling hot?"

"……………………………………"

Ye Yinqiu collapsed with a blushing nose.

"Why did you faint when I told you to take off your dirty clothes and wash them?!"

Qianjing was completely baffled. Ye Yinqiu's clothes were already filthy after yesterday's ordeal, and if she didn't get them washed soon, they would be hard to clean.

...No, she smelled of dust all over. He was tired yesterday, and he just threw his dirty apprentice on the bed like that.

"Come with me, let's take a nice bath."

……

……

……

"Master, Master, it itches...it itches! Hahaha..."

In the shower room, the girl's giggles echoed between the tiled walls.

She curled up in a small ball with her knees drawn up (but her big parts were still quite big) on ​​a small plastic stool. Qianjing used a spray nozzle and shampoo to wash her hair. His scalp massage technique was very good, making his apprentice laugh repeatedly from the ticklish feeling.

Her black hair is the embodiment of the phrase "three thousand strands of black silk," as black as raven feathers and as thick as brocade. Her hair looks exceptionally beautiful when it is wet and sticks to her smooth back.

"Don't move around. Close your eyes. In the Cangxuan Realm, you can use spiritual energy to moisturize and remove dust from your hair, but on Earth, you have to wash your hair properly. Girls should wash their hair every two to three days, but not too often, or it will cause hair loss."

Qian Jing remained unmoved. He personally helped his apprentice take a bath just to teach her how to turn on the hot water, which bottle was shampoo, which was shower gel, which was conditioner... Of course, another reason was that he had to make sure that her injury had completely healed.

He gently brushed aside the damp hair clinging to her back. Her fair back was not without flaws; there were several faint scars on both sides of her spine. He remembered that these were left from her first attempt at a challenge beyond her level.

Looking down, there were also scars on her waist and the sides of her thighs, left behind when she went astray while practicing the supernatural powers taught by Qianjing and suffered a qi deviation.

Her hands had very faint but very dense small wounds, which was proof of her long-term arduous sword practice. It seemed that she was not lying; he had continued to practice swordsmanship in seclusion for two hundred years after his ascension.

“…………”

For a fleeting moment, just a fleeting moment, Qianjing was slightly moved.

As a reward, let him, her master, play the role of a servant and help her bathe and wash away the dust of travel.

—That's what Qianjing thought, entirely from the perspective of a master.

However, Ye Yinqiu was about to explode.

Excessive shyness, shock at her master lowering himself to serve her during her bath, and the inevitable closeness in the confined space made her little thoughts, which were no different from those of a teenage girl, practically explode!

(I'm dreaming, am I dreaming? Waaaaaah! Master, Master, Master, Master... Could it be... Master, finally, you see me as a woman? My feelings have finally...)

She couldn't help but open her eyes and steal a glance at Qianjing—

"Ouch!? My eyes hurt!"

"Idiot, I told you to close your eyes, and now you've got shampoo in your eyes!"

Qianjing flicked her forehead, and Ye Yinqiu stuck out her tongue in annoyance. Master is still the same master, unmoved by lust, she felt relieved... But what was this faint sense of loss?

So, in her master's eyes, she really had no feminine charm whatsoever?!

No, no, to put it positively, Master also married and took concubines in the Cangxuan Realm according to custom; he is by no means immune to such things!

Just as the foolish apprentice was lost in thought, Qianjing's idea was—

(They're quite well-behaved; it feels like I'm giving a Golden Retriever a bath.)