Chapter 52 (1/2)

Chapter 52 – Ah! Xiao Longn!

“It’s fine.” Ji Yunhuang replied without much thought. It was only after he replied that he started to wonder, what exactly had she misunderstood about him?

“Then tonight Your Highness is going to be sleeping in the guest quarters. Your benevolence is unparalleled. Xuemo really doesn’t know how to repay you…”

Ning Xuemo had not finished praising him when she saw a large rope shoot out from his sleeve. She was flabbergasted as she watched him tie both ends of the rope to two pillars. “What does Your Highness plan to do?”

Ji Yunhuang jumped on the rope and laid himself on it like he was lying down on a bed. The rope swayed slightly, and his clothes fluttered along with the movement. Seeming loftily high above the world, he stated, “Tonight, I will sleep here.”

‘Xiao Longn!’[1]

‘No, Xiao Longnan…’[2]

‘Heavens, could he be the successor of the Ancient Tomb Sect?’[3]

He was a disciple of of this world’s number one sect…  Could it be that the greatest sect under Heaven is actually a branch of the Ancient Tomb Sect?

“Your Highness, is this how you and everyone else in the Sun Moon Holy Cult sleep?”

Ji Yunhuang slightly turned his body on the rope bed. “What nonsense are you speaking about? What Sun Moon Holy Cult?[4] It’s the Sun Moon Sect!”

Ning Xuemo rubbed her nose. ‘Oops!’ She had automatically mistaken the Sun Moon Sect for Dongfang Bubai’s[5] Sun Moon Holy Cult. Anyways, they are both mysterious and eye-catching. Didn’t that mean that their intrinsic nature would be  roughly the same? Still, she did not know if the patriarch of the Sun Moon Sect, the Ancestor, was as overwhelming as Dongfang Bubai.

In that instant, Ning Xuemo’s thoughts had wandered everywhere.

Only when she heard Ji Yunhuang continue did she snap out of it. “This resting method can only be practiced by the inner disciples of Sun Moon Sect. Furthermore, this skill is rather profound; the more you practise it, the thinner the rope you can use. Take my teacher for example, he can sleep on a rope which has the width of a pinkie finger…”

Ning Xuemo looked at the soft rope that was half a fist thick and blurted out, “Isn’t your teacher the Ancestor’s disciple? If he sleeps on a rope as thick as a pinkie, then wouldn’t your grandmaster be sleeping on a thread?”

Black lines appeared on Ji Yunhuang’s forehead. This inference was really bold!

He lightly smiled, “No one has ever seen how the Ancestor rests.”

Ning Xuemo was curious. “Surely not? Could it be that even his disciples, those boys and maids serving him haven’t seen him rest?”