Chapter 39 (Part 1)

Linglong’s appearance could no longer be described as merely painful to look at. Do you know what Zhu Bajie looked like eating watermelon? Just look at his Third Senior Brother Linglong and you would know.

“Be good. Little Junior Brother, don’t learn from him.”

Lingji switched seats with the little junior brother sitting beside Linglong, doing his utmost to keep their still-childish little junior brother away from this sloppy, image-free Third Junior Brother.

Their little junior brother was such a good child. They could not let Third Junior Brother lead him astray, or no young ladies would like him in the future.

No, wait, Eldest Senior Brother. I don’t want young ladies to like me. Isn’t being single happy?

Romance would only affect the speed of my cultivation. Being single is still better.

Thinking of those love-addled fools in novels, men and women alike suited for a criminal law textbook, Yu Yu had not the slightest interest in romance.

Was cultivation not fragrant? Or was feeding his master, senior brothers, and senior sister not fun?

Eldest Senior Brother wanted to see him being pursued by young ladies, but Yu Yu was going to disappoint him.

Whether it was him pursuing young ladies or young ladies chasing after him, neither suited him. Besides, before Nascent Soul, he would still be a tiny little thing, making it even more impossible for him to develop any feelings he should not have.

As for after Nascent Soul, hehe, he still had to become a Daoist Lord as soon as possible and return to Blue Star!

Yu Yu kept a respectful distance from any person or matter that would drag down his cultivation speed.

Lingji had no idea that his little junior brother was currently thinking about staying alone for the rest of his life.

He was thinking that since Little Junior Brother was so adorable, the little martial nephews and nieces he had in the future would definitely be adorable too.

When that time came, he would help Little Junior Brother take care of the children! Hearing soft, sweet little martial nephews and nieces call him Martial Uncle would definitely sound very nice.

Lingji’s wish was doomed to fall through, but having a soft, sweet voice call him Senior Brother was pretty good too.

“Junior Brother, this is the last roasted spirit shrimp. Shouldn’t it be given to your senior brother?”

While Yu Yu and Lingji were letting their thoughts wander, the battle at the large table outside had also entered its heated stage.

Several senior brothers of the Qing generation joined forces to suppress Qingyang. Even with his powerful strength, he could not withstand a whole group of senior brothers ganging up on him!

Qingyang watched angrily as his beloved spicy spirit shrimp were divided up by his senior brothers until nothing remained. All he could do was drink a sip of the wine he had barely managed to snatch.

Out of a whole large jar of wine, he had only managed to grab one cup. Speaking of it was all tears.

“You’re clearly all senior brothers, yet you just love bullying weak little me. Too much.”

Qingyang spoke while drinking. Qingsheng, who had originally felt sorry for him and wanted to pour him another cup of wine, took the wine jar back.

This junior brother was not worth his sympathy. He deserved to stand off to the side and watch them drink wine and eat food.

You’re weak? Do you want to think about the time you held a sword and threatened us outside Holy Sun Peak?

You alone can fight two or three of us. That’s what you call weak? Qingyang, do you have some misunderstanding about the word weak?

The senior brothers were enraged and jabbed their fingers at Qingyang a few times.

“Go stand off to the side.”

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Qingsheng directly sent Qingyang, this most doted-upon junior brother, off to stand in punishment.

“Stand, then. It’s not like I’ve never done it before.”

Qingyang stood up. Before going to the corner, he still tried to secretly swipe the wine jar from the table, only to be discovered and blocked by Qingsheng in time.

“Hurry up and go.”

With one roar from Eldest Senior Brother, Qingyang immediately went and stood obediently in the corner.

Honestly, it had already been more than a thousand years since he had stood like this.

The last time was when he had just gone up the mountain and acknowledged his master, after he caused trouble. Eldest Senior Brother had punished him like this then.

It seemed the trouble he caused that time had been a bit big. He had burned down Martial Uncle of Medicine Peak’s spiritual field.

Qingyang began recalling what he had been like as a child. It seemed not a single thing had been good. The more he remembered, the more it proved that when he was young, he had not been a good child, but a bear child whose bear-ness reached the heavens.

“Eldest Senior Brother?”

Qingling, who was sitting beside Qingsheng, nudged him with an elbow and tipped his chin toward the kitchen.

In front of the juniors, shouldn’t they leave Qingyang a little face?

“Lingji, did any of you see anything?”

Qingsheng turned toward the kitchen doorway and asked in a tone that was calm but carried a hint of threat.

“No, Eldest Martial Uncle. We didn’t see anything.”

Lingji and the others swiftly cleared the table and disappeared from the kitchen doorway.

As long as they ran fast enough, they would not be hated by their master. Today’s melon was a bit too ripe. They had almost eaten themselves into it.

They never expected that even after their master had become a Daoist Lord, there would still be a day when Eldest Martial Uncle punished him by making him stand.

Even if the disciples were singing inside, they still had to pretend to look worried on the outside, otherwise their master really would hold a grudge against them.

Especially Lingfeng. She could not even manage her expression. Everyone could see that she was in an excellent mood.

Because she was always being tricked by their master, seeing their master punished by Eldest Martial Uncle made her extremely happy.

“Senior Sister, rein in the smile on your face a little.”

Yu Yu sighed. Why was this senior sister impossible to teach? What were they going to do in the future? Could everyone really feel at ease leaving her alone in Holy Feather World?

That was right. Even if everyone wanted to wait for Lingfeng together, if nothing unexpected happened, everyone in the Holy Sun lineage would ascend before she did.

Everyone hoped she would grow a little more careful. If nothing else, at least she should not be schemed against when she went outside.

But looking at her now, where did she have any caution? She was not far from having no brain at all.

Did she really think Master’s primordial spirit was just there to look pretty? Did she think that just because she hid in the kitchen, he could not see her?

Wasn’t she looking down on Master? Right now, who knew what kind of little notebook he was keeping in his heart!

“What’s wrong?”

Lingfeng still had not noticed the problem. Beaming happily, she helped everyone set the tables and chairs again and continued eating.

“Forget it. I’ll go send Master some food.”

In order to keep Master from taking too much anger out on Senior Sister, Yu Yu decided to butter him up first.

Of course he could not send Qingyang something they had already eaten. From the roasting oven, he took out a roasted spirit duck and placed it on a plate.

This had originally been a reward meant for Senior Sister for cultivating obediently. For now, it would be used to help Master calm down.

I really have it so hard.

Under the eyes of his senior brothers and senior sister, Yu Yu climbed out through the window on the other side and came to the corner where Qingyang was being punished.

“Master.”

Yu Yu crouched by the wall and softly called to Qingyang.

“Little Yu’er, why are you here?”

With Qingyang’s primordial spirit, he had naturally seen his female disciple gloating over his misfortune. Thankfully, his other disciples were still quite filial, so only Lingfeng’s name had been recorded in the little notebook.

“Hehe, this disciple came to bring Master something to eat.”

Yu Yu did not say anything pleasant. Instead, he directly handed the roasted spirit duck to Qingyang. Sometimes, doing something once was better than saying a lot.

“As expected, my little disciple is the one most considerate of your master. That senior sister of yours can’t be relied on at all.”

The moment Qingyang saw the roasted spirit duck, the displeasure on his face immediately vanished, and he smiled like a blooming flower.

Taking the roasted spirit duck from his little disciple’s hands, he tore off a leg and began eating.

“I barely got to eat a few bites at the table just now. Your martial uncles ate it all.”

Qingyang complained while eating. He was the master of Holy Sun Peak, yet a group of people had driven him, the host, over here to stand in punishment.

Was that something humans did?

“It’s fine. Later, this disciple will make more for Master to eat. Just for you.”

Yu Yu soothed his childish and grudge-holding master. Honestly, the fact that his martial uncles had endured until the end before punishing his master already made Yu Yu feel that they had excellent temperaments.

“That works too. Later, I’ll eat alone and get to eat a bit more.”

Qingyang nodded, and stopped fussing over the fact that his favorite fried chicken had been divided up by his senior brothers.

On this side, Yu Yu was smuggling food to Qingyang. In the courtyard, Qingsheng and the others paused with their wine cups midair for a moment before returning to normal.

With their strength, even if Yu Yu went around the front door, he could not hide from them. It was just that, for the sake of their little martial nephew’s filial heart, they would not fuss with that unlucky junior brother.

As for his complaints, they would just pretend not to hear. In any case, if that brat went a day without complaining about them, he would not be called Qingyang. After hearing it enough, they no longer cared.

As for the roasted spirit duck in his hands, they would not snatch it from him, lest they drive that brat Qingyang into a corner. If they really started fighting, these senior brothers would not gain much of an advantage.

That brat had allocated all his talent into combat power. His swordsmanship could rank first in all of Holy Feather Continent. No wonder the Sword Sect wore the face of a bitter stepmother every sect tournament.

They were clearly called the Sword Sect, yet the number one sword cultivator was not in their sect. Just thinking about it was enough to make them choke with anger.

Because Qingsheng and the others pretended they had not seen Qingyang eating roast duck with an arrogant look on his face, this gathering was still fairly harmonious. It was just that, in the end, Qingyang had to give up several more jars of spirit wine before seeing his senior brothers off.

“They actually threatened me. They wouldn’t leave unless I gave them wine.”

Qingyang was so angry he slapped the table.

“Master, why didn’t you say that in front of the martial uncles just now?”

Lingfeng asked with a quick mouth.

“…”

Qingyang was choked speechless by his female disciple, so angry his chest hurt.

Lingfeng’s senior brothers and junior brother all looked at her with shocked eyes. You really are bold! Master still had not settled accounts with you for secretly laughing in the kitchen earlier, and now you’re jumping out to court death again.

It had to be said, there was a type of person who carried forward a fearless spirit, forever charging at the very front line of courting death.

Senior Sister, I can’t save you either.

Yu Yu covered his face and turned away, not looking at the sight of her being punished by their master.

“Lingfeng, go swing your sword ten thousand times. Finish before dark. If you don’t finish, multiply it by ten.”

With a dark face, Qingyang ordered his female disciple to swing her sword.

Ten thousand times. Everyone looked at the sky outside. There was only one hour left until nightfall. Even if she swung until her arm broke, she could not complete ten thousand swings!

This was sincerely meant to teach Lingfeng a lesson. Lingji and the others wanted to plead for her, but Qingyang’s gaze frightened them into silence.

Good grief, he was not even allowing pleading. It seemed that this time, Lingfeng had really fallen into trouble.

Ever since she went up the mountain, every time she caused trouble, Qingyang had raised the punishment high and set it down lightly. That had made her think this time would at most be the same as before. Clearly, she had guessed wrong. Only this time, Qingyang, as her master, was serious.

“Master…”

Lingfeng truly burst into tears this time, but no one went to help her, much less tried to persuade their master on her behalf.

Because right now, Qingyang looked truly angry. Everyone could not disregard their master for her sake.

Besides, everyone also had the intention of teaching Lingfeng a lesson. There was nothing wrong with being straightforward and quick-tongued. What was wrong was that she was straightforward and quick-tongued regardless of the occasion, without the slightest shrewdness. In the future, she had better obediently stay on Taizhen Immortal Sect territory!

The moment she went out, she would be schemed against one hundred percent. To avoid having to collect her corpse, they should not let her out.

Because everyone had reached a tacit understanding, Lingfeng could only cry as she went to swing her sword.

“Wuu, I don’t want to swing my sword. Ten thousand times is too much.”

She did not dare stop, because Qingyang was watching her from behind.

Master’s rare stern expression had also frightened her. Lingfeng could only obediently accept the punishment.

As expected, when night fell, she had not completed ten thousand swings.

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