Capítulo 27: A Cultivator Should Have a Broad Mind
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Ling Xiaoyue was originally in high spirits tonight. She had made a big profit, enjoyed treats from various hosts, and was set to receive at least ten thousand taels of silver.
Upon seeing Fang Zhou, her smile faded, and she said in surprise, "Apprentice, how did you end up like this?"
Ling Xiaoyue knew that Fang Zhou had a little secret of his own, which she didn't mind, but she was pretty confidence in Fang Zhou's combat ability.
There were, at most, three younger demon foxes in the Hu Mansion. Given Fang Zhou's demonstrated skills, even if he couldn't defeat them, he shouldn't be in such a disheveled state.
Before Fang Zhou could reply, Ling Xiaoyue seemed to have a sudden realization. She dropped the two fox corpses, and put her hand on Fang Zhou's shoulder, smiling ambiguously, "You must have found those fox spirits beautiful and didn't want to harm them, right? What were you playing at for so long, some over-the-top role play, like dripping wax or tying them up? Look at your hand, it's scorched."
Fang Zhou lifted his foot and kicked at Ling Xiaoyue, but she swiftly dodged with a slight twist.
"Damn it, how can you still have the nerve to say that?!"
Fang Zhou said angrily. "If it weren't for your faulty information, would I have ended up like this? I really fell for your tricks. If I had known you were this unreliable, I wouldn't have come."
"Nonsense. How could the information from your master be wrong?"
Ling Xiaoyue, with her hand on her hip, retorted, "Now tell me, what exactly went wrong?"
Fang Zhou told her what had happened in the cellar, though he skipped the details of the fight: "You said that there were at most three young demon foxes in the Hu Mansion, but the man-eating fox in the cellar had fists larger than your face. How can you say you didn't make a mistake? If not for my superb skills, good looks, and luck, I would have been eaten by that demon fox, and you would be looking for your apprentice in its stomach."
Ling Xiaoyue was slightly surprised. This was something she had not considered. After all, demon foxes were not known for their strength. It was rare to encounter a man-eating demon fox adept in combat.
"Ah, listen to my excuse—pft, I mean my explanation. When I said 'younger demon foxes,' I meant their age, not their size. Didn't you understand that at the time?"
Ling Xiaoyue went on to defend herself, asserting more and more confidently, "This is clearly your misunderstanding. How can you blame your master? I often tell you to read more, which you never listen to; otherwise, you wouldn't have ended up in such a farcical situation. But it's okay, I forgive you."
Seeing that Ling Xiaoyue was still playing the victim, Fang Zhou wished he could grab his Evil-Slaying Sword and run it through her.
Just as Fang Zhou was about to retort, Ling Xiaoyue picked up a wine jug: "Come, have a drink. Let your master heal your injuries."
Fang Zhou raised his hand in refusal, "No, I don't drink alcohol…"
Before he could finish, Ling Xiaoyue shoved the jug into his mouth and poured a large gulp down his throat.
Fang Zhou had expected to choke, but the drink wasn't spicy at all. Instead, it was cool and sweet, like spring water, and it was fragrant as it slid down into his stomach.
In an instant, Fang Zhou felt his body warm, his fatigue and pain disappearing.
Ling Xiaoyue took Fang Zhou's injured hand and poured wine over it, washing away the burn marks. The wounds visibly healed at a remarkable speed.
Fang Zhou exclaimed, "What is this...?"
"Impressive, isn't it?"
Ling Xiaoyue spoke with a hint of pride, "This is a celestial wine that I brewed using a secret method. It is also a healing elixir. In the future, if you are missing an arm or a leg, don't worry. One sip of this wine from your master will reattach it."
Fang Zhou was somewhat touched but then suddenly became wary, "It's free, right?"
Ling Xiaoyue glared at him, clearly annoyed, "Do you see me as someone who thinks only about money? Our master-apprentice relationship is a matter of destiny. It is natural for me to take care of you. Why would you mention money in every sentence? Have you become obsessed with it?"
Fang Zhou nearly choked on his own breath; after all, who was it that always talked about money?
Hearing Ling Xiaoyue's statement, Fang Zhou was deeply moved, "You are absolutely right. Can we write off the debt I owe you?"
Ling Xiaoyue said earnestly, "Look at you, mentioning money again. Let your master teach you a lesson: one shouldn't be petty. Don't always focus on material things. As a cultivator, you should have a broad perspective and look beyond the immediate. However, even close brothers settle accounts clearly, let alone master and apprentice. It's only fair to repay debts, and being my apprentice doesn't mean you can default. Otherwise, how can trust between people be maintained?"
凸(艹皿艹) give me back that fleeting moment of emotion.
Ling Xiaoyue continued, "This celestial wine is invaluable. I originally didn't plan to charge you, but since you insist on paying, I won't stop you. We don't want to harm our master-apprentice relationship, so let's just put it on your tab."
Fang Zhou couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed his Evil-Slaying Sword and aimed a blow at her. Today, he was going to cleanse his sect of this woman
Once he got rid of this woman, he would become the founding master of their sect.
Ling Xiaoyue pinched the Evil-Slaying Sword between two fingers: "Oh? This sword has such a strong evil aura. Where did you get it?"
Fang Zhou snapped, "None of your damn business. Let go, and let me kill you."
Ling Xiaoyue, uninterested in the sword, flicked it away with a finger and said with a smile, "Apprentice, don't be so angry. Do you want your master to help you cool down?"
Fang Zhou looked at her suspiciously, "How?"
He wasn't hopeful, just curious to see what trick this woman would pull.
Ling Xiaoyue tapped the wine jug lightly, and a white mist emerged from it, floating above Fang Zhou's head.
Realizing what was about to happen, Fang Zhou turned and ran immediately. The mist poured down like a rain cloud, following and drenching Fang Zhou as he fled.
His voice echoed back from afar, "Fine, you're ruthless. I'm not done with you ~~"
Ling Xiao Yue laughed heartily, bent over to pick up the corpse of the two demon foxes on the ground, and followed along.
..
With remarkable willpower and the desire to survive, the Daoist apprentice slowly escaped from the Hu residence, leaning against the wall.
When he arrived at the quiet streets deep in the night, he hadn't walked far when he saw another figure appear across the street, also leaning against the wall, slowly moving forward step by step.
They noticed each other and stopped, stunned.
"Apprentice, what happened to you?"
"Master, what happened to you?"
The person across the street was Master Ji, who was covered in wounds from head to toe, with blood staining her clothes red, looking as if she had just been fished out of blood.
The Daoist apprentice was no better, full of wounds, resembling a bloody figure.
Master and disciple looked at each other. The Daoist apprentice sighed, "Ah, let's not talk about it..."
"Shut up!"
Master Ji suddenly became furious: "Those damned demon foxes only know how to bully the good and fear the evil, and they only chase after me to attack. And that woman, how come I run into her wherever I go? She's such a jinx..."
She broke down in tears, "Why am I so unlucky? I just want to make money peacefully, be respected as a master, and lie down and count my money. Is that too much? Such a simple wish can't be fulfilled. Why is the world against me? I'm so miserable, sob, sob."
The Daoist apprentice said softly, "Master..."
Master Ji snapped, "What? Can't you just let me have a good cry?"
The Daoist apprentice pointed at Master Ji's body, meekly saying, "Master, you're bleeding heavily."
Lowering her head to look, Master Ji finally noticed that her wounds were continuously gushing blood. Her eyes rolled back, and she fell backward.
"Master!"
The Daoist apprentice hurriedly rushed over, his eyes full of tears.
Master Ji, holding her apprentice's hand, weakly said: "Apprentice, let's leave quickly. Let's get as far away from Qingde City and that woman as possible."
The Daoist apprentice nodded tearfully and helped Master Ji up.
The master and apprentice, supporting each other, slowly walked farther and farther down the long street in the deep night, until they disappeared.
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