Chapter 97: What Is Sweet Urine?
Nalan Yanran froze in place, her mind a chaotic mess as she processed what she had just heard.
"Yun Potian is the founder of the Yunlan Sect!" The revelation sent shivers down her spine, and her instincts screamed that she was in grave danger.
"You don't need to mind that lunatic. His mind is already broken," the old woman embedded in the boulder said, her face adorned with a sinister smile.
"Speaking ill of Yunlan Sect's founder right in front of me do you think that's appropriate?" Nalan Yanran shot back, her wariness evident.
"It seems you're still considering saving that old fool," the old woman said, her tone shifting to a more enticing pitch. "All you need to do is break this boulder, and you can save him."
Nalan Yanran hesitated, her mind racing.
"Don't listen to her!" A weak, elderly voice interrupted. "Go find help at least someone at the Dou Zong level…"
The voice shook Nalan Yanran to her core. Her decision made, she leaped into the air, fleeing the area.
Watching her retreating figure, the old woman's smile vanished, replaced by a grim expression.
"So, you're going to get help?" she muttered, her voice icy. "This tiny sect doesn't even have a Dou Huang, let alone a high level Dou Zong. Whoever comes to rescue him will be mine to possess!"
She sneered coldly, her expression darkening further. "Old fool, your time is running out. In three years, I'll completely refine your soul!"
With that, the old woman vanished from the boulder, leaving the area eerily calm as the wind rustled through the trees.
Back in her room, Nalan Yanran's back was soaked with sweat. She wiped her brow, a look of lingering fear in her eyes.
"Where can I even find a Dou Zong level expert?" she murmured, her brows furrowed in frustration.
Then, a sudden realization struck her.
"Xiao Yan is coming to the Yunlan Sect tomorrow… With the power of those two elders accompanying him, they must be strong enough."
Relief washed over her, but her emotions soon grew complicated as she gazed at the moonlight spilling through her window.
How ironic, she thought bitterly. Just days ago, she had spoken with such confidence to Xiao Yan, and now she needed his help twice.
That night, Nalan Yanran couldn't focus on her training. Every time she closed her eyes, the image of the handsome youth in white robes surfaced in her mind.
The next morning, Xiao Yan awoke from his meditation, though not naturally.
He was rudely awakened by a racket outside.
"Who's making such a fuss this early in the morning?" Xiao Yan grumbled as he left his room. Ya Fei was still asleep, looking exhausted from their shared "training" the night before.
A light mist blanketed the tranquil courtyard, the golden morning sunlight casting long shadows. Dew glistened on the grass and leaves.
"Ha! Hup! Ha! Hup!"
Xiao Yan followed the sounds to see a small figure in the garden. Hun Xin, his young disciple, was practicing her punches with exaggerated seriousness, her tiny face scrunched in concentration.
Moved by her dedication, Xiao Yan quietly approached her from behind then gently nudged her with his foot.
Thud! Hun Xin lost her balance and fell face first into the grass.
The child picked herself up, brushing dew and dirt from her face before turning around with a glare. When she saw her grinning teacher, her expression turned indignant.
"Master! Why did you kick me?" Hun Xin demanded, her small fists clenched.
"What are you doing?" Xiao Yan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Didn't I give you a proper breathing technique to nurture your Dou Qi? Why aren't you practicing it?"
"I don't know how to read!" Hun Xin replied proudly, as if it were an accomplishment.
Xiao Yan turned to a nearby maid, Xiao Cui, who had been tasked with teaching Hun Xin basic literacy.
"How many characters has she learned?" he asked.
Xiao Cui's face turned pale, and she began trembling.
"Just tell me honestly. I won't blame you," Xiao Yan reassured her.
"Master Xiao Yan," Xiao Cui began hesitantly, "Hun Xin has learned five characters in total."
"Five?" Xiao Yan's expression stiffened.
"Which five?"
"'Red,' 'Cook,' 'Meat,' 'Candy,' and 'Stick,'" Xiao Cui replied dutifully.
Xiao Yan's vision darkened for a moment.
"See? I'm amazing, right?" Hun Xin said, puffing out her chest with pride. "I learned five words in just a week!"
"Incredible," Xiao Yan deadpanned, shaking his head.
"So… can I have some red cooked meat and candy sticks now?" Hun Xin asked eagerly, her mouth watering.
"If you keep eating sweets like this, you'll get diabetes," Xiao Yan muttered, massaging his temples.
"What's diabetes? Is it tasty? Does it taste sweet?" Hun Xin's curiosity was piqued.
"Master, have you ever tried diabetes?"
"I HAVE NOT!" Xiao Yan snapped, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Why can't you take anything seriously?"
"Dessert? What dessert?" Hun Xin's eyes lit up again.
Xiao Yan clenched his fists, exhaled deeply, then unclenched them. Finally, he sighed.
"Forget it. At least this proves she's harmless," he thought to himself, resigning to his fate.
"Xiao Cui," Xiao Yan said, turning to the maid, "for the next three days, only give her water and plain food. No sweets of any kind."
"Yes, Master Xiao Yan."
"Xiao Cui! What did he say?" Hun Xin asked.
Xiao Cui leaned down and whispered the instructions into Hun Xin's ear.
Moments later, the child's wailing echoed throughout the Mittel estate.
By the time Hun Xin's cries had subsided, Xiao Yan was already airborne, his Dou Qi wings propelling him toward the Yunlan Sect.
He had left Ya Fei behind this time, knowing his intentions weren't entirely pure.
Ya Fei, ever the understanding woman, had even prepared a detailed map to help him reach the sect.
The Yunlan Sect was nestled in the misty peaks of the Yunlan Mountains, a natural extension of the nearby Magic Beast Range. The location was ideal, offering protection and a rich concentration of energy, making it a rare haven in the Jia Ma Empire.
Once a premier force in the Northwest, the sect's glory had faded with the loss of its founder, Yun Potian, and many of its ancient techniques.
As Xiao Yan soared above the picturesque mountains, his thoughts drifted to the breathtaking master disciple duo he had met the night before.
"Perfect…" he muttered with a mischievous grin.
Just then, a stern voice called out.
"Halt! This is the sacred ground of the Yunlan Sect. State your name and purpose!"
Xiao Yan frowned, his gaze locking onto the elder who had emerged to confront him.
(End of Chapter)
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