Chapter 15 - Supremacy Fights Over Disciple (2/2)

“Little sister… Miss, pardon my ignorance, but may I know what your cultivation level is at?”

“I don’t know.” By the way, what the hell is cultivation?

She doesn’t know, so it seems that she really hasn’t practiced immortal cultivation!

“Then are you good at sword techniques?”

“No!” Shen Ying replied honestly.

“Weapon refinement?”

“No.”

“Elixirs?”

“Never heard of it.”

“Beast riding?”

“Nope!”

“…” Yet you have the cheek to take in a disciple!

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Lonemoon’s thoughts took a turn and he came to the same conclusion as Xi Qiu had: this girl had to be Yi Qing’s master from before he started immortal cultivation. So she really was a mortal. With that thought in mind, he felt reassured.

“You are indeed an empathetic and righteous person.” He nodded at Yi Qing in appreciation. “Since that’s the case, I’ll permit you to continue taking care of her even after you join my sect.” As the saying went: ‘Once your teacher, forever your teacher’. He could understand Yi Qing’s feelings for his teacher.

“Supremacy, you misunderstand. I have no plans to look for another master.”

“You…” Lonemoon was a little angry now. He was, after all, a Soul Formation cultivator. He had taken the initiative to take him on as a disciple, yet Yi Qing had the gall to reject him again and again. Even if he was the future Sword Immortal, he did not have to put on such high airs. “Although the saying ‘Once your teacher, forever your teacher’ is not wrong, it does not apply to those who practice immortal cultivation as they are different from mortals. For the sake of your immortal future, you should forgo traditional proprieties.”

“Supremacy, please leave!” Yi Qing frowned, showing a hint of anger. “I, Yi Qing, though only a Golden Core cultivator, will never do anything to betray my master.” And so saying, he turned solemnly to Shen Ying and said, “Master, please be assured. I will remain your disciple for the rest of my life.”

The subject of his pledge merely mumbled, “Oh oh oh…” and continued guzzling her food.

“You… why can’t I knock sense into your stubborn head?” Lonemoon was so angry that he started pacing back and forth. He really wanted to say, ‘Do what you like,’ and turn and leave. But for the sake of his future, he had to latch onto Yi Qing’s coattails. Taking a deep breath, he continued, “I say, Brother, I’m doing this for your own good. I am a Soul Formation cultivator of a sect, and as my disciple you would automatically become a rich second generation. You could have anything you desire. Aren’t you almost at the point of attaining Sword Intent? I can help you!”

“That’s not necessary. My master’s knowledge is enough to last me an entire lifetime.” Yi Qing was completely unmoved. With a look of pride, he said, “I don’t need to look for another master.”

“You…” Seeing that Yi Qing did not take the bait, he resorted to psychological warfare. “If your master knows what’s good for you, she will also want you to become an apprentice under me. She is only a mortal after all. What the heck does she know about immortal cultivation. In the future, if you…”

“Supremacy, please choose your words with care.” Yi Qing thumped the table fiercely. He seemed provoked. “My master knows a lot, and not just anybody can impose judgement on her.” You can criticize me, but not my master!

Lonemoon was dumbfounded. Sensing that Yi Qing would turn against him if he said another word, he quickly changed his tune. “My apologies, I spoke out of turn.” Turning around, he saw Shen Ying still calmly eating her food. Another idea came to him. He would have to throw a curveball to save the situation. “Sister… Yi Qing is indeed a rare talent. If he accepts me as his master, his future will know no bounds. I know his reluctance is due to his loyalty to you. Maybe you can help me to persuade him.”

At last, Shen Ying stopped eating and looked up at him, blinking her eyes. I say… I know you people in the immortal circle like to headhunt, but do you really expect me, his boss, to help you as well?

“Don’t worry, I have only the best intentions for him. Feel free to air any doubts you have,” Lonemoon added hurriedly.

“All right!” Shen Ying sighed, holding up her chopsticks. “I only have one question.”

“Ask away!”

“How long has it been since you transmigrated?”

“Not long, only about three hundred years.”

“… Oh.”

A while later…

Lonemoon: “Oh no!”

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