The Ancestor of our Sect Isn't Acting like an Elder

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...

“Huh?”

Suddenly, Situ Mutou stopped and looked away .

Seeing this gap, Xue Qilin didn’t 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 .

“She practiced bladework . ”

Feeling that the ground is extremely comfortable, Xue Qilin has no intention of replying .

Although there was no response, but Situ Mutou still said: “This bladework... Young Ancestor, what is the origin of your companion?”

My companion? Xue Qilin finally reacted .

She rolled over and lied with the stomach on the ground, and then followed Situ Mutou’s gaze .

What appeared in her field of view is water-colored hair flying in the air .

“You mean Little Yun?”

Xue Qilin asked weekly . Situ Mutou pointed with a straight face .

“The one who has white hair tinged with blue . ”

“That’s Little Yun... what’s wrong with her?”

“Has she practiced bladework?”

“How would I know?”

Xue Qilin doesn’t like to look into the past of others . She can be said to be ignorant regarding Shui Yuner’s past . Naturally, she doesn’t know whether the other party practiced bladework or not .

“She has been taught prior to joining the temple, so it’s not at all surprising that she knows some bladework, right?”

“That’s not ordinary bladework . ”

“What do you mean?”

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, “That’s a special Hengdao [2] bladework . ”

Hengdao is an epitome of cold weapons comparable to scimitar and Katana [3] .

Is it the same Hengdao? Xue Qilin’s face brightened .

“Hengdao? With a blade as straight as a pen?”

Situ Mutou nodded and answered “yes” in agreement .

It really is! Xue Qilin stretched her neck and raised her head with interest .

“Are there any in the Merak Temple? Can I have some to play?”

“We are a sword school . ”

“Oh... so there aren’t...”

Looking disappointed, Xue Qilin lowered her head and propped her chin on the ground .

“So? Even if she practiced Hengdao bladework, so what?”

“It doesn’t matter . ” Situ Mutou stopped, and then carried on: “But the shadow of bladework contained in her swordsmanship... it seems familiar . ”

“It seems familiar?”

Situ Mutou nodded .

“It’s the shadow of Royal Bladework . ” He said in an oppressive tone .

Royal? Imperial Court? Xue Qilin is shocked slightly .

“You mean that Little Yun may be related to royalty?” After clearing her mind, Xue Qilin asked, hesitant .

However, Situ Mutou showed a look of surprise .

“Young Ancestor, what makes you think that?”

It took Xue Qilin half a beat to understand what the other party said .

“Then why did you mention that it has the shadow of Royal Bladework!”

“Because I haven’t seen it in a long time . ”

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 lass’s eyes .

“Ow! It hurts!”

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 .

“Mutou, come on... kill me . ”

Even an Heaven Realm master can lose to an Earth Realm expert, Xue Qilin suddenly understood this truth .

*

“Oh ... stop, stop, stop! Take it easy... you said you will be gentle... it hurts, it hurts, its hurts – ah! Yamete [4]! I don’t...”

“Why are you shouting!”

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 couldn’t help but hug the red pillow and rub her face with joy .

She is lying on the bed of the Merak Temple’s Temple Master, her fine back bare .

Although she can’t 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 .

“Nothing good can come out from a scoundrel’s mouth!”

A dissatisfied voice came from behind .

“I can’t even scream from pain?”

Xue Qilin turned her head slightly and looked out from the pillow .

“Little Seven, do you think you’re being reasonable...”

Qi Qiqi is sitting by the bed .

Her right sleeve is rolled up and her porcelain hands are glistening with something .

“Do you even hear yourself when you scream? Someone who doesn’t know what’s happening might think that... that I am...”

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 .

“What do you mean? Let me hear it . ”

“You wretch!”

Pow! Qi Qiqi slapped Xue Qilin’s back mercilessly .

“Owwwwwwww... 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 I’m down... ”

Xue Qilin’s face twisted in pain .

“Augh! It hurts!”

“It’s you fault for acting indecent . ”

Enerved, Qi Qiqi crossed her arms, but then hurriedly released her hands .

Just now, she rubbed medicine on the lass’s 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 .

“I’m so mad now! It’s all your fault!”

“You can’t blame me for this!”

Xue Qilin is baffled by the outburst .

“If you hadn’t angered me, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“Everyone, come take a look at how unreasonable the Merak Temple’s Temple Master is!”

“Stop, stop shouting!”

Looking at Qi Qiqi who is at a loss of what to do, Xue Qilin doesn’t know whether to cry or laugh .

“... What are you panicking, there’s no one else around . ”

“Uncle Teacher Ye might hear you...”

Qi Qiqi replied, discontent . Xue Qilin’s expression stiffened .

“No way?”

“Uncle Teacher Ye is still dealing with official documents in the study... His ears are particularly sharp . Besides, he’s a Heaven Realm master...”

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 .

“He wouldn’t be this perverse, right?”

“Uncle Teacher Ye of course won’t eavesdrop deliberately . ”

Qi Qiqi is adamant . She seems to be convinced by Ye Zhen’s character .

“Then what are you afraid of?”

“Better be safe than sorry...”

“You’re a classical case of someone afraid of the sky falling . ”

Xue Qilin took exception to Qi Qiqi’s statement .

“Rather than worry about this, you should treat my wounds . I still have to go back to outer temple . ”

“Then lie down properly . ”

Qi Qiqi slapped Xue Qilin on the buttocks .

Xue Qilin responded with an ‘oh’, and then adjusted her posture and buried her head in the pillow again .

The fragrance poured into her nose again, and the lass couldn’t help but take a big sniff . That’s the scent of Qi Qiqi’s 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 .

“Anyhow, is Little Zong [5] still doing that thing to you?” The lass asked . With her head buried in the pillow, her voice sounded particularly indistinct .

“How annoying . What do you mean by ‘doing that thing to you’... This way of speaking can easily lead to misunderstandings . ”

“Hey, it’s already clear enough, or do you need me to spell it out?”

“I really don’t know what to do with you...”

Qi Qiqi sighed helplessly .

“Uncle Teacher Liu [6] isn’t bothering me anymore...”

Then Qi Qiqi said, “But . ”

“But what?”

“Um... Uncle Teacher Liu recently seems to be ...” Perhaps she doesn’t know whether she should say it or not, but her tone became that of hesitation: “Checking someone...”

“How do you know he is investigating someone?”

“That’s not the point! It’s something Uncle Teacher Ye [7] overheard . ”

Xue Qilin turned her head, narrowed her eyes, and stared at Qi Qiqi . Qi Qiqi’s face puckered .

“... What’s with that look of contempt...”

“No, I just remembered someone saying that Little Zhen [8] wouldn’t eavesdrop...”

“How is this the same? Uncle Teacher Ye just happened to overhear it . He didn’t eavesdrop... ”

Xue Qilin propped her head up, not caring whether she exposed part of her body or not . She spoke with an enigmatic smile: “Yo yo yo, weren’t you at odds with Little Zhen before? So how come you are on good terms now? And you even defend him . ”

“That’s not it!” Qi Qiqi pouted and continued, dissatisfied: “Why do you sound so sour?”

Sour? Xue Qilin’s 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 .

That’s impossible! What am I thinking!

“Okay, let’s not talk about this anymore . ” Xue Qilin decided to return to the topic, “So who is Little Zhong checking?”

Qi Qiqi was silent .

After a long time...

“Shui Yuner . ”

A name escaped her full lips .

The name of the water-colored girl .