Chapter 56: The One and Only Master

The Divine Weapon Trial, a unique sect entrance ceremony that relied on the secret realm of the Divine Weapon Pavilion located within the Tianfeng Sect.

After a period of selecting prospective disciples, the Divine Weapon Pavilion’s secret realm would open, allowing them to enter and find their fated divine weapon.

Finally, the disciples who obtained divine weapons would compete in the Divine Weapon Trial to determine their ranking, thereby earning the qualification to officially enter the Tianfeng Sect.

Many people were drawn to join the Tianfeng Sect, not only because it was a powerful sect in the spiritual cultivation world, but also because, compared to other sects, joining the Tianfeng Sect meant receiving a weapon from the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

Although the origins of many weapons in the Divine Weapon Pavilion were unknown, the vast majority of people believed that the weapons within were certainly worthy of the name “Divine Weapon Pavilion.”

Recently, the Tianfeng Sect had concluded its latest Divine Weapon Trial and was preparing for the entrance ceremony that followed.

After a short rest of two or three days, Meng Yingxing used the remaining time to pack up his handyman’s shack, where he had lived for a long time.

“Disciple, why have you started packing?”

By the time Xiu Qingcheng, still engrossed in playing with the cat, belatedly reacted, Meng Yingxing had already packed several bundles and placed them against the wall.

Looking around, many things were already missing from the room.

Xiu Qingcheng was suddenly alarmed and slammed her sword into Meng Yingxing’s face.

“Disciple, don’t tell me the Tianfeng Sect is still going to kick you out!?”

‘That doesn’t make any sense, does it?’

Meng Yingxing had shone brightly in the Divine Weapon Trial and even took second place.
No matter how you looked at it, the Tianfeng Sect had no reason to abandon him.

Meng Yingxing grabbed the Ting Tian Sword’s guard with both hands and removed the clinging Xiu Qingcheng from his face.

“Master, don’t overthink it.”

“After today’s entrance ceremony, I will be an official disciple of the Tianfeng Sect. At that time, I will be arranged to live in a better place.”

“So I started packing first.”

Speaking of this, Meng Yingxing looked with some nostalgia at the dilapidated little shack where he had lived for more than ten years.

Although he sometimes felt that this place was not very good, now that the time had come to part with this small wooden house, a sense of reluctance actually arose in his heart.

At this moment, the wall that had been damaged in the fight with Lu Sanwan and then simply repaired, suddenly cracked again.

Meng Yingxing: “…”

‘Forget it, there’s nothing to be nostalgic about.’

Hearing this, Xiu Qingcheng returned to the side of the Sword Ghost cat and continued to absentmindedly play with it.

Seeing Meng Yingxing’s demeanor, she knew that he truly longed for a dignified life in the Tianfeng Sect.

“Tch… it’s just the Tianfeng Sect, what’s there to long for.”

“Better days are yet to come, you brat.”

Xiu Qingcheng muttered.

Xiu Qingcheng played with Sword Ghost for a bit, and then Meng Yingxing suddenly squatted down and moved close to her.

Xiu Qingcheng was bumped by Meng Yingxing.
With her sword body tilted, she retorted to him in a cold and hard voice, “What is it.”

Meng Yingxing stared at Xiu Qingcheng, his red eyes filled with caution.

“I’m very busy. Do I look like I’m very free?”

This was the first time Xiu Qingcheng had seen Meng Yingxing act so coy, and she didn’t know what he was being coy about.

The sword in front of him was playing with a cat.
Meng Yingxing shook his head, telling the truth.

“Master, I think you’re very free.”

Meng Yingxing was the type who couldn’t say the right thing at the right time.

“You brat, mind your own business when it comes to a sword’s affairs!”

Xiu Qingcheng flared up.

“Ahem.” Only after being hit by Xiu Qingcheng’s hilt did Meng Yingxing speak.

“Master, after entering the sect, the elders of the various peaks will select the disciples they favor to join their peak, and they will be taught entirely by the elders. If several elders choose the same disciple at the same time, the disciple can choose for themselves.”

When Xiu Qingcheng heard this, she felt that the model sounded quite familiar.
Isn’t this like that show, The Voice, on TV?

Oh no, it should be The Good Disciple of Tianfeng now.

Please choose your mentor!

But why was Meng Yingxing telling her this?

Xiu Qingcheng savored Meng Yingxing’s words, but the more she savored them, the more she felt something was wrong.

According to this system, Meng Yingxing would become a disciple under a certain peak’s elder…

In other words, her disciple was going to have a new master?!

Xiu Qingcheng quickly pierced Meng Yingxing’s collar with her sword tip and lifted it, her heart filled with grief and despair.

“Great, the disciple’s wings have grown. He’s done with his master after just a few days!”

‘Damn scumbag disciple! Drawing the sword and showing no mercy!’

Seeing Xiu Qingcheng’s very agitated state, Meng Yingxing quickly tried to soothe his master.

“Master, calm down.”

“After entering a peak, an elder will assign the deacons under them to teach the disciples together. So although they are also considered masters, it’s not the same direct master-disciple relationship as ours. It’s more of a title.”

Meng Yingxing suddenly knelt down, his eyes full of piety, like a puppy admitting its mistake.

“I will only ever have one master, and that is Xiu Qingcheng.”

“I swear.”

With that, Meng Yingxing reached out and touched the Ting Tian Sword in front of him.

After hearing this, Xiu Qingcheng let go of Meng Yingxing’s pitiful collar, her tone suddenly becoming much more magnanimous.

“I wasn’t really angry, I was just teasing you. What’s with the swearing? Get up quickly.”

She turned away, swaying her sword body a few times.

Actually, Xiu Qingcheng understood all the reasoning Meng Yingxing had laid out.
The reason she had acted so agitated just now was simply because she felt she should act that way in this situation.

Otherwise, how could she show her deep love for her disciple? Right?

Having lived for who knows how long, she still had this much mental fortitude.

Besides, how could the Tianfeng Sect’s formulaic, self-study-based education compare to her one-on-one, hands-on, meticulous guidance for Meng Yingxing? Anyone would know how to choose.

Xiu Qingcheng really didn’t mind.

That same afternoon, the new round of the Tianfeng Sect’s disciple entrance ceremony was held as scheduled.

It was still at the venue where the Divine Weapon Trial had been held, and still on that high platform.

The only difference was that today, besides the elders of the various peaks, the disciples who had won the top rankings in the Divine Weapon Trial and were qualified to officially join the Tianfeng Sect were also standing on the high platform.

A rare look of joy appeared on the faces of the several elders.
The Tianfeng Sect had brought in many talented rising stars to strengthen the sect, and as elders of the Tianfeng Sect, they were naturally happy.

“Ye Xuan, Mò Kǎimíng, a few familiar elders, they’re all here.”

Xiu Qingcheng idly counted the people around, recognizing all the familiar faces.

“No, on such an important day, why isn’t the Sect Master of your Tianfeng Sect here?”

“Why don’t you have these elders check? Maybe your Sect Master kicked the bucket in his seclusion a long time ago?”

Regarding this Tianfeng Sect Master who had yet to show his face, Xiu Qingcheng really felt that he was a bit too mysterious.

“Master, one must not speak rashly.”

Although Meng Yingxing now deeply respected Xiu Qingcheng, he also held respect for the elders and the Sect Master of the Tianfeng Sect.

‘Tsk, this disciple.’

Xiu Qingcheng felt unhappy whenever she heard Meng Yingxing defend the Tianfeng Sect.
Sooner or later, she would have to pose a world-class dilemma to him.

‘If both I and the Tianfeng Sect fell into the water, who would you save?’