These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Lu Qingyan looked down at the boy who knelt down honestly and looked at her innocently.

"Did you think that by putting on this innocent act, your teacher would soften?"

Wei Tu honestly shook his head.

"No, it's just that I really don't know where my disciple went wrong."

If he were still that naive and clueless boy, Wei Tu would never have any other thoughts.

But now... he looked at Lu Qingyan, who was facing him.

The long, pure white dress, though revealing no charm whatsoever, accentuated her alluring figure. Her high breasts and voluptuous hips, highlighted by her delicate waistline, made it impossible for Wei Tu to look at her with such clarity.

Lu Qingyan knew this disciple all too well.

This answer was a bit off; it didn't seem like his usual obedient personality. Then I noticed the boy's gaze lingering on me.

Lu Qingyan felt a slight unease.

Well… he's no longer that naive and ignorant boy… but how dare he offend even his master like this? What will become of him in the future…?

Betraying one's teacher and ancestors, betraying one's teacher and ancestors!

Lu Qingyan suppressed the strange feeling in her heart.

"You traitor! Where are you looking?!"

Wei Tu immediately looked away and said with some helplessness.

“Master…it’s not my fault. You’re so beautiful, it would be self-deception if I didn’t look at you.”

"You dare say such things to your master? It's been so long since I've hit you that you think I'm too scared to do it anymore?!"

Wei Tu immediately begged for mercy.

"No, no, no...! I was wrong, Master, I'll never do it again!"

Even so, and even though she knew how attractive she was to men, this handsome young man was her apprentice... she arranged his daily life, taught him his skills, and even watched him grow up.

Thinking about it this way, the strange feeling became even more pronounced.

They even found it difficult to maintain their dignity as masters.

Fortunately, there was no lewdness in his eyes, otherwise Wei Tu's buttocks would have been in serious trouble today.

Seeing Wei Tu Na's clear and affectionate gaze upon her again, Lu Qingyan's heart couldn't help but soften.

"I'm asking you, how exactly did you defeat Li Hanyang?"

Wei Tu didn't answer directly, but looked at Lu Qingyan and said softly, "I beat him... isn't Master happy?"

Lu Qingyan was stunned, not expecting the other party to say that.

"you……"

"If Master is unhappy, then I will go back and let him beat me once. It doesn't matter whether I win or not, what matters is whether Master is happy."

After saying that, Wei Tu got up and turned to leave.

"boom!"

There was no wind outside, but the door slammed shut with a bang.

Wei Tu was stunned.

Seriously... we can't even escape?

Turning around, I saw Lu Qingyan had pulled out a rattan cane from somewhere.

That was practically Wei Tu's childhood nightmare.

"Master... let's talk this out, I..."

"Clap clap~"

Lu Qingyan gripped the rattan cane, her eyes cold, and slammed the table three times.

Then he said.

"Come lie down here. Do you want to take it off yourself, or should I help you?"

"..."

I'm seventeen already, okay?! PS: Does this mean nobody's reading this? Can anyone tell me if there's something wrong with me or with this book? I'm curious!

7 It's all love

Lu Qingyan was selected to join the Yuanjian Sect's Xiaoyuan Peak at the age of ten, based on her talent.

He embarked on the path of tempering his sword with his own body at the age of twelve, and at just sixteen, he spent four years perfecting his sword-like bones.

She is the pride of Little Iris Peak and the young prodigy of the entire Abyss Sword Sect.

So the reason why this woman in her twenties could become an elder of the Yuanjian Sect and even directly serve as the peak master of Xiaoyuan Peak was entirely due to her dedication to the sword and her own talent.

Reaching the Dragon Slayer Realm was an achievement he made at the age of twenty-two. Once he entered the Dragon Slayer Realm, he was qualified to be listed on the Dragon Slayer Ranking.

He even became a top-ranking swordsmanship genius on the Dragon Slayer List.

At the time, many people considered this talent a blessing for the Yuanjian Sect.

However, Wei Tu knew more than others about what happened afterward; this woman had taken the wrong path.

The path of swordsmanship she had insisted on finally came to a halt at the final step of the God-Gazing Realm. By the time she and I realized our mistake, it was too late to reverse it.

The image of his master, the peak master of Xiaoyuan Peak, in utter despair, and how he resolutely chose to perish together with his powerful enemy, was etched in Wei Tu's mind.

Wei Tu knew he hadn't gone down the wrong path, but he hadn't seen the woman's serious illness... He was responsible.

Whether or not anyone blames him, it is still his responsibility.

Looking at this woman standing right in front of him, even with her cold face, the life on her face compared to the deathly aura she had exuded before... it was almost as if he could see a kind of happiness.

Then he smiled.

"Then... Master, please help me take them off?"

It was just for show.

After all, he's a seventeen-year-old boy. Even if his cultivation level isn't high, he's still only at the Overlord Body Realm at seventeen, which is really hopeless. But this is my disciple... Now he's a handsome young man. How could I possibly take off his pants?

This made Lu Qingyan feel even more ashamed and annoyed.

This is an offense to oneself.

Lu Qingyan's expression turned completely cold, as if covered with a layer of frost.

Wei Tu's heart skipped a beat, knowing this was a sign that the woman was truly angry.

So he obediently knelt down by the table, instead of lying down, because that would be too shameful.

Looking at Lu Qingyan's icy gaze, Wei Tu said softly.

"Master...it's not what you think. I didn't find someone else to teach me behind your back..."

Lu Qingyan stared coldly at Wei Tu.

"Then where did you learn your swordsmanship? I don't remember teaching you this kind of swordsmanship."

Lu Qingyan didn't pay attention to Wei Tu's strange words. The reason she was indeed a little angry was that the sword technique Wei Tu used against Li Hanyang in the sect's small competition was not the one she had taught him.

His swordsmanship was swift and fierce, becoming stronger when facing stronger opponents.

He would never be like Wei Tu, who was more skillful and gentle. Although the goal seemed to be the same—to achieve a decisive victory—he was Wei Tu's master. Why should Wei Tu seek instruction from someone else?

Is it because he thinks he didn't teach well that he's still in the Overlord Realm?

Wei Tu knew from her words that he had made the right judgment; what was making her angry couldn't be anything else but this.

He couldn't say that this was no longer a sword stance, but rather his own arbitrary actions. In the later stages, his sword stance was determined by his mind, and there was no distinction between forms. He could be pure, fierce, or gentle. When facing Li Hanyang, it was entirely because his body could not bear more load, after all, his own realm was still there.

Therefore, there was no way to use the sword techniques taught by Lu Qingyan to repel the enemy.

The only way to win is through skill and surprise.

Wei Tu first took the kettle, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it towards Lu Qingyan.

Then she said softly, "Don't be angry, Master. Please have some tea. What if you get sick from getting angry?"

Lu Qingyan looked at Wei Tu relentlessly, "Knowing that I would hurt my health, why did you still seek out someone else to learn swordsmanship? If you have any objections to me, you can leave Xiaoyuan Peak. I... will even write you a letter of recommendation."

This is a very serious matter.

A letter of introduction sounds polite, but in reality, it's practically a divorce agreement between a master and disciple. It's like having your disciple poached by someone else. If the disciple wants to switch to another sect or study with another master and no longer wants to follow this master, the master will write this to save face.

This indicates that he personally took the apprentice away, not that someone else stole him.

Wei Tu helplessly reached out and grabbed Lu Qingyan's sleeve.

I didn't dare to hold her hand.

I pulled and shook it.

“Master…please don’t be angry. Sit down and have some tea. I will explain to you slowly.”

Lu Qingyan gave Wei Tu a cold look, but the young man stared straight at her, seemingly unafraid.

Do all boys become this rebellious as they grow up...?

She knelt down as well, holding a teacup in her hand, but when she looked up, she saw the bright and piercing eyes of the handsome young man.

His gaze was different than before.

It's not the kind of fear, cowardice, or submissiveness that always confronts oneself.

His gaze was gentle and profound, as if it were softly enveloping me as he looked at me...

It was more like... a man's gaze, rather than that of the dull-witted boy...

"Gu..."

Lu Qingyan pushed the tea back.

"I can't drink it."