Chapter Thirty-Eight: Master Yu Xia is Anxious
If there’s anything in this world that delivers a profound blow to the heart…
It must be being stared at by your crush as if you were a total lunatic.
At this moment, Shi Qingyan was feeling just that.
She looked at Zhang Xiaoying, whose bizarre expression seemed to hold back laughter mixed with a hint of pity.
Shi Qingyan felt her mental state was on the verge of collapse.
“Xiaoying, I’m not crazy, I haven’t lost my mind; you’ve been brainwashed…”
“Ah yes, yes, yes, I’ve been brainwashed. So could you step aside? I need to sweep the floor.”
“Trust me, I will save you, I won’t let you suffer in the demon lair any longer.”
“Ah yes, yes, yes… right, lift your left foot.”
“I will be the sword of your revenge, cutting off all the tragic past!”
“Right… right foot… hey, good girl.”
Shi Qingyan held onto the railing, voice hoarse and spitting everywhere, her face full of sincerity.
Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaoying continued sweeping the floor, expression unchanged as she dodged the flying spittle.
After finishing, she slowly pulled the curtain back down.
The world instantly fell silent.
Phew. Zhang Xiaoying stretched and yawned.
What kind of food would the cafeteria serve for lunch?
Would it suit her master’s taste? What if her master didn’t like it?
Should I go to the kitchen now and whip up a couple of dishes that her master loves?
As she waited for Young Master Sang to return, Zhang Xiaoying sat quietly in her chair, propping her head up and lost in thought.
Even just imagining her master enjoying the food she made brought her immense joy.
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At this moment, the battle at the mountain gate was nearing its end.
The cultivators from the sects had taken their turns already, with pretty much everyone having shown their faces.
Noticing that there were no new challengers from either side, both sides agreed to call it a day and went to eat.
Sure, they could fight, but they still had to eat.
Though cultivators wouldn’t die from hunger, they’d feel hungry nonetheless.
Besides, who wouldn’t enjoy a good meal? Everyone loves their food, after all.
So, around noon, a bunch of starving demon cultivators, bowls and chopsticks in hand, started banging on drums and clashing their utensils, getting ready to line up at the cafeteria.
Young Master Sang originally planned to confirm Yan Rouwan’s status and leave, but he didn’t manage to run into her at all.
From what Tang Yubbing said, those above the Transformation Stage, like Yan Rouwan, had been sent on other missions.
There was no helping it; he prepared to head back and take Xiaoying out for a meal.
Meanwhile, the demon side was in no rush, but over at the Water Moon Sect, it was another scene entirely.
Smash.
A teacup shattered on the ground.
“A bunch of useless fools!”
Master Yu Xia’s beautiful eyes flared with anger, even unleashing her full strength at the Crossing Tribulation Stage, causing the disciples present to kneel in fear.
“Half a day has passed, and not even the mountain gate’s formation has been triggered. What a shame, each of you acts so high and mighty, calling yourselves gifted, but when it comes to a fight, you’re all utterly useless!”
The disciples below looked terrified and kept bowing their heads in penance.
Yet, deep down, they were filled with complaints.
Your daughter was captured by the demon sect, not ours.
You want us to go fight and risk our lives?
We’re not stupid.
After all, even if Master Yu Xia noticed her disciples weren’t giving their all, there was nothing she could do.
She couldn’t very well issue a military order declaring that anyone who didn’t break through the demon gate would be executed, could she?
On paper, at least she was still considered a righteous sect.
“Get lost, all of you!”
After driving away all her disciples, Master Yu Xia sat alone at the formation, biting her finger, her beautiful eyes filled with impatience and worry.
She didn’t want to delay.
Every second that Si Jingzhu spent in the demon sect made her heart race with anxiety.
Not only was she afraid the demons would realize that Si Jingzhu was a crucial ingredient for her, but also…
But against the Demon Cultivation Sect Leader, that wicked girl Hua Jianglian, Master Yu Xia wasn’t entirely sure she could defeat her.
Charging in recklessly could backfire if the enemy used the terrain to trap her.
Looking back, Master Yu Xia finally understood how dire her situation was.
“Damn it…” she cursed inwardly.
“Could it… really be that I have to seek his help…”
Her beautiful eyes shifted between emotions, contemplating for a long time.
In the end, she finally made up her mind.
Leaving her disciples behind, she marched straight back to the Water Moon Sect.
Avoiding the grand mountain gate and the magnificent main hall,
She finally arrived at a small, inconspicuous wooden hut hidden deep within the forest on the back mountain.
The hut was nestled within dense trees, almost impossible to find without a purposeful search.
Master Yu Xia stood at the door but didn’t knock.
She simply bowed slowly, respectfully saying:
“…Senior brother, junior sister Yu Xia has a request.”
There was silence inside the wooden house for a long while.
Yu Xia’s expression grew anxious. Just as she wondered if he had fallen asleep and didn’t hear her, she suddenly heard a long, contented sigh from inside.
“Ah… this catheter feels great.”
“It’s all about Little Colorful Xia’s photo album.”
Yu Xia: “?”
“Uh, who’s outside? Junior sister Yu Xia?”
The speaker’s voice was somewhat lewd and old. He cleared his throat and tried to sound serious:
“Is junior sister looking for me for nothing? What is it?”
“My Water Moon Sect has officially gone to war with the demon sect, but we’re unable to break the mountain gate. I have no other options, so I’ve come to ask senior brother to come out of retirement.”
“We’re at war with the demon sect? What does that have to do with me?”
Master Yu Xia suppressed her anger, using a soft tone says: “The reason for this war is that my daughter has been captured by the demon sect.”
“Every day that we’re unable to conquer them, my daughter suffers more injustices in the demon sect; I can’t help but worry.”
“I implore you, senior brother, to come help rescue my daughter.”
To her surprise, the person inside chuckled scornfully: “I’m not stupid. That Demon Cultivation Sect Leader, Hua Jianglian, is infamous for entering the Crossing Tribulation Stage at a young age.”
“You can’t handle her, and you expect me to go to my doom?”
“No need for senior brother to deal with Hua Jianglian.”
Yu Xia replied earnestly: “I’ll personally challenge Hua Jianglian to a duel to draw her out.”
“And senior brother can sneak into the demon sect and rescue my daughter.”
“After the deed is done, within a year, all your expenses for brothels and wines…” Master Yu Xia bit her lip and said fiercely, “will be deducted from the sect’s funds, and the sect will turn a blind eye.”
Upon hearing this, the person inside began to seriously consider.
“The demon sect… besides Hua Jianglian, there are no other Crossing Tribulation experts, right? You know I’m not good at fighting.”
“Just her.”
“Well then, that’s worth considering.”
Moments later, the wooden door slowly opened.
A scruffy, lewd-looking middle-aged Taoist with a goat-like beard and a droopy nose emerged slowly.
“Since junior sister is so sincerely asking for help,”
“Then, I’ll reluctantly lend you a hand, shall I?” He said with a face full of righteous indignation.
Although Yu Xia looked down on him in her heart, she still respectfully bowed. “Thank you, senior brother.”
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