These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

These fairies want me to deal with them every day. (Author: Li Zhitao Jun)

Also known as "Junior Sister, Put Down Your Knife, Senior Brother Wasn't Flirting"

Apart from you, who else in the world is worthy of wearing white robes, even if you are covered in snow?

The celestial emperor from his previous life returned to the age of sixteen to start his life anew.

But why do the routes seem completely different?

I am Wei Tu, a good person. Why do all of you fairies want to be dealt with by me?

1. An introduction

"Wei Tu, you have repeatedly disrespected your superiors and shown no respect for your elders. You have also shown no affection or love for your fellow disciples. Do you acknowledge these accusations or not?"

Beneath the floating clouds in the sky.

A seemingly emotionless, ethereal voice, cold to the extreme, echoed throughout the entire plaza in front of the Baoguang Hall.

The large open space was filled with disciples bowing their heads in respect, while only one woman stood atop the towering steps.

Although she was dressed in a white sleeveless shirt, which covered her completely, her graceful and slender figure and ethereal voice, even if they were blurry, did not diminish the supreme status of this woman in the eyes of the disciples. She was elegant, dignified, and authoritative.

Below him stood a respectful young man, dressed in a blue robe, his head bowed, his hair fluttering in the wind.

They may appear expressionless, or they may be ashamed to speak.

Even without speaking, his face possessed an unforgettable handsomeness.

Seeing that the young man remained silent, the aloof and haughty fairy-like woman continued speaking in an icy voice.

"Wei Tu! I'm speaking to you. Do you know you're wrong?"

Although these words were not addressed to everyone, the authoritative tone in his voice sent a chill down the spines of many innocent disciples.

Thinking that this lawless teenager was finally going to be punished.

Amidst the schadenfreude, everyone told themselves: no matter what, it's impossible not to anger this sect leader...

The seemingly dull boy finally raised his head, his gaze meeting the aloof fairy with unusual calm.

"Sect Master, this disciple knows his mistake... Please punish me, Sect Master."

Ran Xinxue's eyes were icy cold, as if she had only one personality: utter indifference.

"According to the sect's rules, you should have all your cultivation crippled and been expelled from the Yuanjian Sect. However, considering that you have made contributions to the sect and were personally selected as a disciple by our master before his passing... I'm punishing you by making you face the wall for three months, without food or water, and you are not allowed to leave the Cliff of Repentance, do you understand?"

These words caused a stir among the disciples below.

"That's too cruel... not eating or drinking for three months... even a cultivator's physique couldn't withstand that, right?"

"It's already a miracle he didn't die! Everyone knows how decisive and efficient our Sect Master Ran is. If it weren't for our Grandmaster protecting Wei Tu before he passed away, he would have died a hundred times over!"

"It's just..."

Amidst the noise, the taciturn and indifferent young man lowered his head and seemed to obediently speak.

"This disciple thanks the sect leader for sparing my life."

"Let's disperse!"

The snowflakes turned gracefully, as if taking away even the gentle breeze from the mountain gate.

Her snow-white clothes were like swirling snowflakes, and her beautiful black hair flew up and then slowly fell down, each button revealing the woman's cold and ethereal beauty.

She slowly walked into the main hall and closed the outer door.

Her cool, aloof expression vanished instantly, and her high, firm breasts heaved violently as if they were about to burst free from their restraints.

It emits a cloying fragrance.

Her slightly widened, watery eyes looked somewhat abnormal.

No one could imagine why she would change like this; it happened almost instantly, but Ran Xinxue knew very well what she had just done.

"The sect leader is truly impressive."

When a sound came from inside the palace, Ran Xinxue opened her eyes in surprise, a deep fear appearing on her face.

She saw the window, and there stood the disciple named Wei Tu, whom she had just reprimanded. He was sitting lazily on the windowsill, looking at her with a smile on his face.

This smile, however, made Ran Xinxue, the head of a sect, tremble slightly.

"How dare you! This is the sect master's main hall! How dare you, an inner disciple, trespass? Do you know what crime you have committed?!"

Despite her intense voice, her slightly flushed cheeks revealed her inner unease.

Completely unlike her previous aloof, dignified, and unapproachable demeanor.

The exceptionally handsome young man walked step by step until he appeared in front of Ran Xinxue.

The smile on his face slowly disappeared, while Ran Xinxue was already leaning against the door, her slender fingers clenched tightly.

She looked at him, and the boy slowly uttered two words.

"Kneel down."

The voice, though deep and gentle, sounded like an undeniable demon to Ran Xinxue's ears.

Ran Xinxue bit her thin lips, and a blush appeared on her fair neck, turning it into a pinkish color.

"I am the sect leader...you are just a...sob!"

Suddenly, Ran Xinxue let out a delicate, whiny voice that was completely at odds with her cold and beautiful face, like a moan.

Her knees buckled and she collapsed to the ground, her hair disheveled, looking as if she had been brutally assaulted.

When she raised her head again, her cheeks were flushed. Her previously aloof and stunning face now had an indescribable tenderness, and her cold eyes were now misty and hazy, making her look dreamy and beautiful.

The boy looked down at the woman.

"Sect Master, you were quite imposing when you were disciplining your disciple. Kneeling like this is really beneath your dignity."

At this moment, her hair was disheveled, and her fair and delicate chest was almost bursting out, but Ran Xinxue looked even more frightened, and her eyes were even more charming.

She opened her red lips, as if to say something, but what came out of her mouth was...

"Master...this servant knows she was wrong."

When Ran Xinxue said those words, she felt as if another soul was controlling her body.

Why am I so lowly, referring to myself as a slave to this young man before me...?

Despite her apparent extreme humiliation, other emotions were spreading within her.

It's a thrill that shatters all pride.

It's a kind of obsession that involves shattering one's entire world and then rebuilding it.

He crouched down and lifted his chin with his long, slender fingers.

His eyes were fixed on her, and Ran Xinxue's body began to tremble; she trembled naturally the moment he touched her.

He laughed.

"Sect Master, I was going to say that if you behave well and act normally, I would remove your slave markings... but lately you seem to be getting more and more disobedient."

He wanted to say something... that he clearly hadn't... that he had only...

"Could it be..."

No...don't say...that's not how it is...

"Actually, the sect leader really likes kneeling like this... being disciplined by his disciples?"

Why did this happen...? Where do we even begin to talk about this humiliation?

That was two months ago...

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"Wei Tu, your master wants to see you. Come in quickly."

At the time, Ran Xinxue never imagined that when she uttered those words, it would be the beginning of a disaster for her.

The Yuanjian Sect, one of the top sects in the Immortal Realm, seems destined to witness a major event today.

Ran Xinxue will never forget this day, when the young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, dressed in white as white as snow, slowly rose up.

The dust on the ground was slightly stirred up with his movements, which was indescribably pleasing to the eye.

At that time... I still felt a little pity for him.

After all, they were the chosen ones...

But from the moment he stepped calmly into the Baoguang Hall with a slight bow, everything... began to go wrong.

On his deathbed, the patriarch Ruoyuan, who had lived for over 1,500 years, gently took the young man's hand.

I will tell him.

"You possess the best aptitude in the Yuanjian Sect. From now on, everything in the Yuanjian Sect will depend on young people like you. This is a secret technique that I painstakingly created over three hundred years. With your aptitude, you will surely be able to comprehend it in no time. At that time... you will lead the Yuanjian Sect to become the most outstanding immortal sect in the immortal realm... It all depends on you, Wei Tu."

"This disciple...is unworthy of such an honor."

"Don't be ashamed. Good things should be passed down from generation to generation. But you must not tell others before you have fully understood it, lest someone with ulterior motives reveal the secret."

"Your disciple obeys."

"Good child..."

It was like a scene of a loving teacher and a filial student, so touching.

Having failed in his ascension and nearing the end of his life, the grandmaster seemed to be placing all his hopes on this excessively young boy.

His thin lips were pursed, and his pained expression made Ran Xinxue unable to tell whether he was being genuine or not.

She found it all disgusting.

Because she might be one of the only two people who know all the inside stories.

She simply couldn't resist; she just waited for the meeting to end, then walked out and announced everything.

Everything is normal.