After this incident, Zhu Yao understood that not only did her own master lack common sense, he was even face-blind! Who would be unable to remember the names of the various Mountain Lords after living for ten thousand years? With a personality like his, he had most probably offended all the people he could. Compared to him, she was really much kinder and purer. Hence, Zhu Yao was completely at ease.
However, Yu Yan was a man of his words. He said that she was not allowed to leave the mountain, and in a blink of an eye, he removed the teleportation formation. Without the formation to leave, and not knowing how to fly on a sword, Zhu Yao began to bitterly accept the closed-door education. Yu Yan began to stare at her cultivation every day as well. However, even so, Zhu Yao still could not sense the slightest bit of spiritual energy he spoke of, as though she was a natural insulator of spiritual energy.
Her master said that she entered the sect late, and was not as simple as a child. Her thoughts were clear, so it was hard for her to dispel all distracting thoughts and focus on cultivation. In other words, she was old, and thought too much. Zhu Yao who knew the truth, tears fell.
It wasn't her fault that she was old. At the very least, she wasn't in her thirties yet. Compared to the hundreds and thousands of people in the cultivation world, she was at the age of a flower, alright?
She was someone who had been in closed-door training for three months without any results.
Suddenly, knocking sounds came from outside the window. Zhu Yao instantly felt a little strange. Just who was it? In this Jade Forest Mountain, other than her and her master, there was no one else, and her master had never knocked on the door.
She opened the door, but there wasn't a single person outside. Only an exquisite paper crane flapped its little wings and stopped in front of her. The knocking sounds earlier, were caused by it pecking at the door. This was the first time Zhu Yao saw a divine art like this, and she curiously reached out her hand.
The paper crane obediently stopped in her palm, and instantly turned into a piece of paper with words written on it. So it was a letter.
Zhu Yao picked up the letter. The words on it were a little childish, crooked, and varied in size. It should have been written by a child. The words on the paper were written.
"Ugly wife, you liar! Senior-martial brother told me to call you ancestral-martial uncle, but I won't admit it! Hmph! " Zhu Yao instantly understood who the person who wrote the letter was. At that moment, she felt her hands itching, and really wanted to spank a certain little friend surnamed Wang's butt. When did she turn from a nameless hey, to a wife, and now, to an ugly wife?
Taking a closer look, he realized that there was something else written in the corner. If he hadn't looked carefully, he wouldn't have noticed it. After taking a closer look, he finally recognized the words written there: Thank you for last time!
She sighed deeply. Was he thanking her for comforting him last time? Zhu Yao shook her head. The way this awkward devilish brat expressed his gratitude was also so strange.
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If three months wasn't enough to prove that a person was useless, then five years was more or less enough to be sentenced to death. In the blink of an eye, five years had passed. In these five years, no matter how hard Zhu Yao tried to sense spiritual energy, she still did not feel the slightest bit of it, perfectly explaining the deep meaning behind the word 'trash'. Even she herself suspected that there was something wrong with the way she transmigrated. How could it be like this?
Could it be that people from two different worlds had different constitutions that prevented them from cultivating? But the Immortal Arts and pills of this world were clearly effective on her!
Zhu Yao stood at the peak of the mountain, and looked at the endless flow of clouds in front of her, silently grieving. From Little Wang's increasingly neat handwriting, she found out that Wang Xuzhi had cultivated to the tenth level of Essence a year ago. Among all the disciples, this speed was the fastest. Reverend Zi Mo had even personally taken him in as his personal succeeding disciple.
Zhu Yao was happy for him. On the other hand, the huge sense of helplessness was about to crush her into pieces. Haah, just what was the meaning of her transmigration? Urgent question. Waiting online.
"Kaka, your master is calling you home for dinner. Your master is calling you home for dinner!" The cries of a crane interrupted her self-pity. Zhu Yao turned to stare at the celestial crane in the sky whose voice sounded like a duck's.
Ever since she received Wang Xuzhi's paper crane five years ago, she felt that it was fun, so she went to ask her master about this method of sending letters. However, the other party misunderstood that she liked this method of sending letters. Hence, a certain master immediately imitated her, but he felt that the paper crane was a little low-class, and did not suit his noble and cold image.
Hence, he used a real crane.
…
"Your master is calling you home for dinner. Kaka, your master is calling you home for dinner. Kaka!"
"Are you a celestial crane or a duck?" Zhu Yao rolled her eyes at the crane that only knew how to repeat a single sentence, turned around, and hurriedly walked back. If she did not return, she believed that this stupid crane would continue to cry out.
Yu Yan placed down the vegetables in his hands. From afar, he saw his disciple running back in a hurry. Satisfied, he sat down. Seeing that she greeted him, and then began to gulp down mouthfuls of rice, he lightly said. "Tomorrow, I will be leaving the mountain for a period of time."
Zhu Yao was startled, as she looked straight at him. A ten thousand year otaku like him would actually leave the mountain. "Master, where are you going?"
"In a few days, it will be the Inter-Sect Tournament that happens once every hundred years. The Eight Sects and Five Clans of the Realm, will all gather in Ancient Hill Sect."
The Inter-Sect Tournament was a grand event that the cultivation world placed the most importance on. Ancient Hill Sect was known as the number one sect in the cultivation world, and every single Inter-Sect Tournament, would be hosted by Ancient Hill Sect.
"Master is participating in the Tournament as well?" Zhu Yao was a little excited. Honestly speaking, after being here for so many years, she had seen her master cooking, sewing clothes, but she had never seen him fighting. "Against who? Can master win against them? "
Yu Yan frowned. He could not help but knock on his stupid disciple's head. "There are many people in the Realm, in order to prevent demons and devils from entering, I have to reinforce the Great Mountain Barrier Formation." His stupid disciple did not even think about it. Practitioners of Nascent Soul and above, were known to have the ability to move mountains and fill oceans, would not easily take action, let alone him.
"Oh." So it was just setting up a formation. She had thought that she would be able to see her master take action. "Then this Tournament, just what is it about?"
"Every sect will choose three people each for Essence, Foundation, and Azoth, and the top three will be decided."
Zhu Yao's eyes turned. Not even bothering to eat, she picked a chair that was the closest to her master and moved closer to him. "Master, it's going to be very lively that day, can I …"
"You can't!" Before Zhu Yao could even finish, she was stuffed back by Yu Yan, who casually added another stab. "Unless you build your Foundation."
"Master …" Zhu Yao dragged out her last syllable, as she pitifully looked at the person in front of her. Building her Foundation, that was definitely a legend. She had already been locked up for five years.
Yu Yan continued to ignore her.
Zhu Yao's expression grew even more resentful. Master, you're heartless, shameless, and unreasonable.
The person in front of her simply kept the bowls and chopsticks, and without even turning back, entered the kitchen to wash his wrists.
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