Chapter 79
The Ancestor of our Sect Isn't Acting like an Elder
Chapter 79 â Dit Da Jow [1]
The beating has already lasted for a quarter of an hour .
Unable to fight back, Xue Qilin is covered in bruises and dirt, cutting an extremely sorry figure .
Despite this, Situ Mutou has no intentions of stopping .
Until...
âHuh?â
Suddenly, Situ Mutou stopped and looked away .
Seeing this gap, Xue Qilin didnât counterattack . Instead, she dropped her long sword and collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath .
Appearance and dignity? Who cares about that! The pain coming from her swollen body made her not care about why Situ Mutou suddenly stopped .
âShe practiced bladework . â
Feeling that the ground is extremely comfortable, Xue Qilin has no intention of replying .
Although there was no response, but Situ Mutou still said: âThis bladework... Young Ancestor, what is the origin of your companion?â
My companion? Xue Qilin finally reacted .
She rolled over and lied with the stomach on the ground, and then followed Situ Mutouâs gaze .
What appeared in her field of view is water-colored hair flying in the air .
âYou mean Little Yun?â
Xue Qilin asked weekly . Situ Mutou pointed with a straight face .
âThe one who has white hair tinged with blue . â
âThatâs Little Yun... whatâs wrong with her?â
âHas she practiced bladework?â
âHow would I know?â
Xue Qilin doesnât like to look into the past of others . She can be said to be ignorant regarding Shui Yunerâs past . Naturally, she doesnât know whether the other party practiced bladework or not .
âShe has been taught prior to joining the temple, so itâs not at all surprising that she knows some bladework, right?â
âThatâs not ordinary bladework . â
âWhat do you mean?â
Is there something strange about it? Xue Qilin raised her eyebrows .
There was a bright flash in his eyes, and Situ Mutou made an assertion with a tone of certainty, âThatâs a special Hengdao [2] bladework . â
Hengdao is an epitome of cold weapons comparable to scimitar and Katana [3] .
Is it the same Hengdao? Xue Qilinâs face brightened .
âHengdao? With a blade as straight as a pen?â
Situ Mutou nodded and answered âyesâ in agreement .
It really is! Xue Qilin stretched her neck and raised her head with interest .
âAre there any in the Merak Temple? Can I have some to play?â
âWe are a sword school . â
âOh... so there arenât...â
Looking disappointed, Xue Qilin lowered her head and propped her chin on the ground .
âSo? Even if she practiced Hengdao bladework, so what?â
âIt doesnât matter . â Situ Mutou stopped, and then carried on: âBut the shadow of bladework contained in her swordsmanship... it seems familiar . â
âIt seems familiar?â
Situ Mutou nodded .
âItâs the shadow of Royal Bladework . â He said in an oppressive tone .
Royal? Imperial Court? Xue Qilin is shocked slightly .
âYou mean that Little Yun may be related to royalty?â After clearing her mind, Xue Qilin asked, hesitant .
However, Situ Mutou showed a look of surprise .
âYoung Ancestor, what makes you think that?â
It took Xue Qilin half a beat to understand what the other party said .
âThen why did you mention that it has the shadow of Royal Bladework!â
âBecause I havenât seen it in a long time . â
Xue Qilin almost spat out blood when she heard this answer .
She jumped up suddenly and wanted to punch that innocent-looking square face of Situ Mutou .
Perhaps the action was too violent, so it affected her injuries, and tears welled up in the lassâs eyes .
âOw! It hurts!â
Xue Qilin lay back on the ground, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds .
Today is a nice day, yet she is dejected .
âMutou, come on... kill me . â
Even an Heaven Realm master can lose to an Earth Realm expert, Xue Qilin suddenly understood this truth .
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âOh ... stop, stop, stop! Take it easy... you said you will be gentle... it hurts, it hurts, its hurts â ah! Yamete [4]! I donât...â
âWhy are you shouting!â
Xue Qilin who was venting her pain with a loud hissing sound was suddenly slapped on the back of the head .
The powerful impact made her head knock into a soft pillow .
A scent of flowers scurried into her nose .
Xue Qilin couldnât help but hug the red pillow and rub her face with joy .
She is lying on the bed of the Merak Templeâs Temple Master, her fine back bare .
Although she canât see it, but the lass knows that there must be whip marks all over her back .
Those were left by Situ Mutou in the morning during their spar .
âNothing good can come out from a scoundrelâs mouth!â
A dissatisfied voice came from behind .
âI canât even scream from pain?â
Xue Qilin turned her head slightly and looked out from the pillow .
âLittle Seven, do you think youâre being reasonable...â
Qi Qiqi is sitting by the bed .
Her right sleeve is rolled up and her porcelain hands are glistening with something .
âDo you even hear yourself when you scream? Someone who doesnât know whatâs happening might think that... that I am...â
The voice got lower and lower, while the face got redder and redder .
The red eyes are shifting left and right .
What a thin-skinned gal! Xue Qilin smiled playfully .
âWhat do you mean? Let me hear it . â
âYou wretch!â
Pow! Qi Qiqi slapped Xue Qilinâs back mercilessly .
âOwwwwwwww... you hit me! I was almost beaten to death by Situ Mutou! Yet you not only take no pity on me, but even hit me when Iâm down... â
Xue Qilinâs face twisted in pain .
âAugh! It hurts!â
âItâs you fault for acting indecent . â
Enerved, Qi Qiqi crossed her arms, but then hurriedly released her hands .
Just now, she rubbed medicine on the lassâs wound, so her hands are still dirty . She must have remembered this, and thus reacted this way .
Qi Qiqi looked down at her dress and noticed stains . Looking at Xue Qilin and her clothes alternatively, she bit her white teeth hard .
âIâm so mad now! Itâs all your fault!â
âYou canât blame me for this!â
Xue Qilin is baffled by the outburst .
âIf you hadnât angered me, this wouldnât have happened!â
âEveryone, come take a look at how unreasonable the Merak Templeâs Temple Master is!â
âStop, stop shouting!â
Looking at Qi Qiqi who is at a loss of what to do, Xue Qilin doesnât know whether to cry or laugh .
â... What are you panicking, thereâs no one else around . â
âUncle Teacher Ye might hear you...â
Qi Qiqi replied, discontent . Xue Qilinâs expression stiffened .
âNo way?â
âUncle Teacher Ye is still dealing with official documents in the study... His ears are particularly sharp . Besides, heâs a Heaven Realm master...â
The Snow Facing Abode and the study are not far away from each other . With his Heaven Realm hearing ability, he may really able to hear them .
âHe wouldnât be this perverse, right?â
âUncle Teacher Ye of course wonât eavesdrop deliberately . â
Qi Qiqi is adamant . She seems to be convinced by Ye Zhenâs character .
âThen what are you afraid of?â
âBetter be safe than sorry...â
âYouâre a classical case of someone afraid of the sky falling . â
Xue Qilin took exception to Qi Qiqiâs statement .
âRather than worry about this, you should treat my wounds . I still have to go back to outer temple . â
âThen lie down properly . â
Qi Qiqi slapped Xue Qilin on the buttocks .
Xue Qilin responded with an âohâ, and then adjusted her posture and buried her head in the pillow again .
The fragrance poured into her nose again, and the lass couldnât help but take a big sniff . Thatâs the scent of Qi Qiqiâs hair, and it smells very good .
There is a warm sensation moving on her back .
The place where Qi Qiqi rubs is getting hotter . The Dit Da Jow seems to be working .
Xue Qilin groaned comfortably .
âAnyhow, is Little Zong [5] still doing that thing to you?â The lass asked . With her head buried in the pillow, her voice sounded particularly indistinct .
âHow annoying . What do you mean by âdoing that thing to youâ... This way of speaking can easily lead to misunderstandings . â
âHey, itâs already clear enough, or do you need me to spell it out?â
âI really donât know what to do with you...â
Qi Qiqi sighed helplessly .
âUncle Teacher Liu [6] isnât bothering me anymore...â
Then Qi Qiqi said, âBut . â
âBut what?â
âUm... Uncle Teacher Liu recently seems to be ...â Perhaps she doesnât know whether she should say it or not, but her tone became that of hesitation: âChecking someone...â
âHow do you know he is investigating someone?â
âThatâs not the point! Itâs something Uncle Teacher Ye [7] overheard . â
Xue Qilin turned her head, narrowed her eyes, and stared at Qi Qiqi . Qi Qiqiâs face puckered .
â... Whatâs with that look of contempt...â
âNo, I just remembered someone saying that Little Zhen [8] wouldnât eavesdrop...â
âHow is this the same? Uncle Teacher Ye just happened to overhear it . He didnât eavesdrop... â
Xue Qilin propped her head up, not caring whether she exposed part of her body or not . She spoke with an enigmatic smile: âYo yo yo, werenât you at odds with Little Zhen before? So how come you are on good terms now? And you even defend him . â
âThatâs not it!â Qi Qiqi pouted and continued, dissatisfied: âWhy do you sound so sour?â
Sour? Xue Qilinâs eyes widened .
Why does Little Seven think that I sound sour? Slow down... am I jealous? This thought has just popped up in her head, when Xue Qilin tossed it away .
Thatâs impossible! What am I thinking!
âOkay, letâs not talk about this anymore . â Xue Qilin decided to return to the topic, âSo who is Little Zhong checking?â
Qi Qiqi was silent .
After a long time...
âShui Yuner . â
A name escaped her full lips .
The name of the water-colored girl .