These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"When will you do this?"

Lu Qingyan picked up her chopsticks, held up a piece of well-cooked pork trotter, and placed it between her red and tempting lips and teeth.

I immediately felt the taste invading me, swirling wildly in my mouth.

good to eat……

This was Lu Qingyan's first reaction.

Wei Tu, standing before Lu Qingyan, needed immense willpower to give a normal answer as she watched Lu Qingyan's red lips move.

These lips are really alluring, especially the way they move gently; they always evoke some strange images.

"Well... I've only been learning this recently, so my skills aren't very good yet. Please forgive me, Master."

Lu Qingyan looked at Wei Tu.

"You're lying again. From childhood to adulthood, either I or your senior sister have cooked. When have you ever cooked?"

Wei Tu did not panic, but instead smiled and shook his head.

“I’ve actually been studying this for a long time, but I’ve never told you, Master.”

Why didn't you tell me?

While enjoying the delicious taste of the pig's trotters, Lu Qingyan kept an eye on Wei Tu's expression, inwardly complaining that this young man had shown her so many things that she had never taught him.

I don't know where he learned it from, but the first thing he did was make it for other women... What a heartless traitor.

"Uh... wasn't this to give Master a surprise?"

Wei Tu, in a moment of quick thinking, said something unexpected...

"Snapped!"

The chopsticks were slammed onto the table, and her slender hands gripped them tightly.

Lu Qingyan stared at the young man in front of her.

There was a hidden anger beneath the coldness.

"You're lying, lying again. You only like to lie to your teacher now, don't you?"

"Of course not!"

Wei Tu vehemently denied it.

At the same time, it was unclear why Lu Qingyan was so angry.

Lu Qingyan said coldly.

"You clearly made pig's trotters this afternoon and gave them away as gifts. Do you really think I didn't know?"

"That's true, but..."

Wei Tu wanted to say that he was thinking about his master's future, but then he remembered how Lu Qingyan had slapped him so hard the other day.

I couldn't bring myself to explain.

Lu Qingyan smiled, but it wasn't like the melting of ice and snow; rather, it was like the roar of an avalanche.

"You're clearly resentful that I beat you so badly the other day, but do you think your teacher isn't upset? Why are you secretly currying favor with other peak masters and hiding it from me?"

Lu Qingyan knew that this boy would eventually grow up, but... it was too fast, almost like overnight.

If Wei Tu were still a child, she would only be tolerant and patiently guide him.

But... he probably doesn't need his own preaching anymore.

What he's pursuing... must be something else.

Lu Qingyan, who should be happiest about the boy's growth, felt a more complicated feeling than she had imagined.

Until the boy in front of her stood up.

"I see."

He didn't say "disciple," but rather "me"...

Could it really be what I thought... that he wanted to leave Xiaoyuan Peak and escape from my side?

Lu Qingyan didn't look up; she didn't want to show any embarrassing expression.

Let's just leave like this.

It's best if they leave.

They're gone, that's all.

He practices swordsmanship and cultivates his skills alone.

Even if there's no one else around on this mountain and I'm all alone, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, there hasn't been any difference over the years.

However, to Lu Qingyan's utter surprise, the boy who stood up walked around from behind the table to the front and knelt down beside her.

The next moment, she was enveloped by a man's aura like never before.

He...his own disciple...actually hugged him!

Lu Qingyan was momentarily confused and unable to utter a word.

All that could be felt was the man's burning heat.

He realized that he was no longer a little boy, but a man who was gradually maturing.

His voice was no longer childish; it was deep, magnetic, and gentle.

"I respect you, I love you. I will never leave you, nor will I betray you. You might think it's too bold, offensive, or even absurd for me to say this so suddenly. Actually... I'm just bringing back a vow I made twenty years ago." PS: This will truly be the peak of my writing, don't miss it!

15. Mine is very big, please bear with it.

Wei Tu clearly remembered that in his previous life, he rarely came to the Yuanjian Sect's Scripture Pavilion.

This is mainly because the library has a clear hierarchy.

A long, narrow pavilion, occupying almost half of the mountain, demonstrated the Yuanjian Sect's substantial wealth, but also divided its many disciples into various levels.

First, there are the inner disciples and the outer disciples.

Outer disciples are not allowed to enter the Yuanjian Sect's Scripture Pavilion at all.

The inner disciples are further divided into elite disciples who have made contributions and ordinary disciples who have made no contributions.

Elite disciples can be further distinguished into the chief disciples or personal disciples of each elder and each mountain peak.

Then there are some sections that only elders can enter.

Wei Tu's current situation is not much different from that of an ordinary disciple.

Although he was Lu Qingyan's direct disciple in a strict sense, he had not gone through a formal direct discipleship ceremony. The chief disciple was naturally Jiang Ying. Therefore, the awkward situation made Wei Tu, who was young and proud at the time, prefer not to go to the Scripture Pavilion rather than suffer the cold looks of others.

Looking back now, however, my naiveté back then was nothing more than youthful defiance.

If those twenty years hadn't passed, and we could do it all over again, Wei Tu would probably think about the same things: people of a certain age should do things appropriate for their age.

Wei Tu arrived at the Sutra Repository early.

The gatekeeper was a young disciple wearing a waist tag.

"name."

Upon seeing Wei Tu, looking refreshed and energetic, appear at the door, the young disciple was taken aback, seemingly having never seen such an impressive young man before.

It's mainly this face that makes it hard to tell if it's a man dressed as a woman.

"Wei Tu of Xiaoyuan Peak".

"You are Wei Tu?"

The young disciple seemed a little surprised.

Wei Tu looked at the other person strangely.

"is there a problem?"

He smiled and shook his head.

"No... It's just that a few days ago people were talking about Wei Tu from Xiaoyuan Peak defeating Li Hanyang... I was just curious, I didn't expect you to be Wei Tu."

"Don't I look like someone who can defeat him?"

Wei Tu asked with a smile.

Seeing the other party's calm, composed, and unflappable demeanor, the young disciple spoke truthfully.

"It's not about your appearance, it's just that everyone says it's unbelievable that someone like you, who is only at the Overlord Body Realm, could defeat Li Hanyang, who is at the eighth rank of the Fusion Realm."

Wei Tu thought for a moment and replied, "If I can do it, so can you."

"what?"

The young disciple was confused.

Wei Tu smiled and asked, "Can we go in now?"

"Can……"

Wei Tu stepped into the magnificent and spacious scripture pavilion, and heard the gatekeeper disciple who had come to his senses shout from behind.

"You can only go up to the second floor at most! No more than that!"

Wei Tu did not answer. Of course he knew this rule, but he didn't actually have any deeper thoughts about it.

For the next five days, Wei Tu stayed in there day and night.

However, some useful information was found, including detailed records about body forging.

As Mu Xitong said before, changing a person's path in swordsmanship, or even just a little bit of their sword intent, especially when the other person has already forged a sword bone, requires a miracle and immense perseverance to achieve the goal.

Body tempering is necessary, and a lot of medicine is also needed to assist it. More importantly, there must be a suitable person to help the other person unblock their meridians and control their breath.

This is very difficult, meaning that Lu Qingyan needs someone she absolutely trusts to entrust with control of her meridians and qi, so that she can achieve the desired effect after a period of adjustment and body tempering.