1013 Loss (1/2)

Envy filled Guo Nuanyang.

'If only I had a disciple like this as well…'

Yun Xiuxin alone had already put her junior sisters and brothers in their places without needing Guo Nuanyang to comfort or pacify them. She had singlehandedly completed the work required in the aftermath, an exemplary accomplishment that was invaluable!

Guo Nuanyang was even certain that Yun Xiuxin did so subconsciously because no matter how wise she was for her age, she would not yet be able to consider such aspects voluntarily. Her experience had not taken her through these while her time in the sect was not long enough for Yun Yang to be teaching the relevant knowledge.

It meant that what she had said and done was entirely instinctive. It was her instinct that allowed her to guide her junior siblings, increase their martial world experience, and erase their fantasies as well as the fear of facing death in its face.

Yun Xiuxin was still lecturing her junior brothers and sisters.

”If you fellows die one day… like Jiajia… I'll collect your corpses for you. I won't let all of you vanish just like that without your remains.”

The six young ones paled in unison, immediately losing whatever color they had left in their faces. It would be more surprising if they could look unfazed when they heard their peers talking about matters after their death at their young age.

”One day, when I die,” Yun Xiuxin said, ”Remember to gather my remains. You better sew my head up if it falls, you hear me?”

”Yes, yes!”

”Very well,” Yun Xiuxin replied in relief, ”I'll sew your heads too if you were beheaded. This is our promise. You can't forget it, even if you die.”

Guo Nuanyang looked up into the sky.

What were these babies talking about? He could not bring himself to listen to them, wanting to forget what entered his ears…

”Our loot seems to be ample, but it is, at most, around eight thousand upper-class spiritual jade pieces… there shouldn't be so little left,” Yun Xiuxin said, ”Ransack the house and look for secret chambers in your search.”

Hearing their eldest senior sister's command, the children spread out again, scurrying away.

…

Watching the carriage leave, Yun Yang walked out, carrying two tiny bodies. They were his second disciple Cheng Jiajia and sixth disciple Lu Changman. Both children were conscious and coherent.

”Sorry, master…”

”We've caused you shame…”

The two kids looked mortified, wishing that they had actually died just now instead.

”Shame… is fine. Who, in this martial world, can constantly keep their pride? Even I, your master, was almost killed by my enemy back then with my spirit and soul almost torn apart.”

Yun Yang spoke faintly, ”As long as your life is not lost, everything else comes secondary. There are plenty of chances to seek them in the future.”

”Yes, this disciple will remember what master has said.”

Yun Yang had injected a timely pulse of Qi of vitality when these two children had been fatally attacked, protecting their energy from dissipating. They looked like broken ragged dolls now, but they were, in fact, safe from any critical harm. Cheng and Lu's injuries were severe, but they were not Yun Yang's concern since there was Emmie's Qi of vitality taking care of them.

The only pity was the plump child whom Yun Yang could not save in time. The accident was not only Guo Nuanyang's mistake in his estimation, but it was also Yun Yang's as well. Everything had happened in a quick blur that although Yun Yang had tried to salvage the situation afterward, the boy's divine sense was smashed along with his head. There was no doubt that his death was irreversible, even with energy as magical as the Qi of vitality.