Chapter 59: A Youthful Spring Breeze, Unlike Yesterday

On the night he moved into Wuyun Peak, Meng Yingxing had planned to cultivate diligently for the entire night, but Xiu Qingcheng’s demonic whispers once again made him lose himself.

“Disciple, although the process was a bit unpleasant, you still successfully joined the Tianfeng Sect.”

“You’ve worked so hard for so long. How about we eat something good tonight? Let’s cook up all the food you’ve been hoarding!”

A hearty reward!

“Anyway, with the Tianfeng Sect’s support from now on, you won’t have to worry about this little bit of food.”

Xiu Qingcheng said with concern, as if she were truly celebrating Meng Yingxing’s entry into the Tianfeng Sect.

But in reality, she wasn’t.
Xiu Qingcheng didn’t feel that joining the Tianfeng Sect was anything worth celebrating.

She was simply craving food again.

Besides, now that she had Sword Ghost, the scapegoat cat, Xiu Qingcheng could sneak food however and whenever she wanted!

‘What Ting Tian Sword? I’m clearly a chowhound sword!’

At first, Meng Yingxing refused, but after a moment of thought, he felt that what Xiu Qingcheng said was right.

It was time to welcome a new stage of his life with a sumptuous feast.

But as anyone could tell, Meng Yingxing was just spoiling this gluttonous sword!

And so, Meng Yingxing was once again coaxed by Xiu Qingcheng into cooking a large table of dishes.

On this night in the Tianfeng Sect, the single wisp of smoke rising from Wuyun Peak was exceptionally charming.

When he brought out the first dish, Meng Yingxing saw Xiu Qingcheng standing before the table, with Sword Ghost, the “notorious” cat in Meng Yingxing’s eyes, beside her.

“Master, can you lock Sword Ghost in another room?”

“It will steal food again later.”

Meng Yingxing placed the plate on the table and looked at Sword Ghost with some caution.

And Sword Ghost, at this moment, was licking its fur, completely unaware of what it had done wrong in Meng Yingxing’s eyes.

“No,” Xiu Qingcheng refused flatly.

The Ting Tian Sword floated up and lifted Sword Ghost. “Look how cute it is. What’s wrong with letting it sneak a few bites?”

“Besides, it’s a bit lonely to eat such a big meal by yourself. It’s helping you relieve your loneliness by eating with you.”

“How about this? I have a plan. Just pretend that I’m the one who ate these dishes, not Sword Ghost, how about that?”

Often, the truth is spoken inadvertently.

But with truth and falsehood intertwined, Meng Yingxing couldn’t tell the difference.

After listening to Xiu Qingcheng’s sophistry, Meng Yingxing couldn’t help but facepalm.

He could only let nature take its course.

When Meng Yingxing came out with the last dish, just as he had expected, a lot of the food was gone again.

And the culprit he believed to be, Sword Ghost, was also eating voraciously beside Xiu Qingcheng.

“It was me, it was me who ate it.”

Xiu Qingcheng, with a smile, proactively admitted her mistake, seemingly trying to cover for the food-stealing cat.

“Yes, yes, my master. You spoil Sword Ghost too much.”

Meng Yingxing’s mouth was full of “yeses,” but it was clear that he didn’t believe a word of what Xiu Qingcheng was saying.

Xiu Qingcheng was secretly delighted.

As expected, offense is the best defense.
By saying this, Meng Yingxing would never suspect that she was the one who had stolen the food.

While Sword Ghost was happily eating, Xiu Qingcheng used her hilt to scratch the fur on its back.

‘Cats, the best companions!’

In her happiness, Xiu Qingcheng secretly let out a small burp.

The next morning, Meng Yingxing was woken up by Liu Chenxin to attend the apprenticeship ceremony.
He also received a standard uniform for a junior disciple of the Tianfeng Sect from her.

The uniform wasn’t much to look at, all white, making one look like a block of white tofu.

And the only difference between the junior, middle, and senior disciple uniforms was the number of stripes on the right arm, one, two, or three, respectively.

“Is this some kind of elementary school uniform?”

Xiu Qingcheng couldn’t help but complain.

In a short while, Meng Yingxing changed into the Tianfeng Sect’s uniform and slung the Ting Tian Sword over his back.

At this moment, he was dressed in white clothes and black boots, his black hair tied in a flowing ponytail, his crimson eyes sparkling, and his face handsome.

A youthful spring breeze, as radiant as a spring moon willow.

As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse.
For the first time, Xiu Qingcheng could reluctantly admit that her disciple was quite handsome.

‘Just quite handsome, that is. Just a little bit less handsome than when she was a man.’

‘Just a little bit! Shorty! Not as tall as her!’

After changing his clothes, Meng Yingxing went out.

Liu Chenxin looked at the changed Meng Yingxing and nodded in satisfaction.

“Not bad, junior brother. It suits you quite well.”

“Of course! Look whose disciple he is!”

Xiu Qingcheng loved to add drama for herself.
Her disciple being handsome meant she was handsome.
Her disciple’s things were also her things!

But her things were still hers! Applause, please!

Then, Liu Chenxin introduced Meng Yingxing to the other two female disciples of the same cohort and brought them all to the main hall of the Wuyun Peak elders.

Along the way, Xiu Qingcheng could feel the fiery gazes of the two female disciples secretly directed at Meng Yingxing.

As expected, once a person becomes famous, their status in the eyes of others changes immediately.
Now Meng Yingxing even had little fangirls.

However, these two female disciples were just average-looking.
Xiu Qingcheng felt that they were not worthy of her disciple.

If there were to be a girl worthy of her outstanding and promising disciple, that girl must be stunningly beautiful and have superb swordsmanship!

And not one of these could be lacking!

When they arrived at the main hall of the Wuyun Peak elders, all the disciples of Wuyun Peak were there today, ready to welcome the new disciples with Mu Xin.

Xiu Qingcheng glanced around.
The male-to-female ratio was about two to eight.
Male creatures were indeed rare in Wuyun Peak.

She would have to keep a close eye on Meng Yingxing, lest he be deceived by some unworthy woman here.

Controlling her disciple’s lifelong happiness was also a necessary task for a master.

Elder Mu Xin was standing in the deepest part of the main hall, looking at all the disciples with a benevolent expression.

In Mu Xin’s eyes, all the disciples were like her children, and even Meng Yingxing, who was the most complicated case for the Tianfeng Sect, was no exception.

When the time came, the apprenticeship ceremony began.

When Meng Yingxing knelt down and kowtowed, Xiu Qingcheng felt that he was visibly perfunctory, not nearly as sincere as when he had apprenticed himself to her.

As Meng Yingxing had said, his only master would ever be Xiu Qingcheng.

After the apprenticeship ceremony, Meng Yingxing repeatedly apologized to Xiu Qingcheng for kneeling and kowtowing just now, hoping that she wouldn’t overthink it.

How could Xiu Qingcheng not know whether her own disciple was sincere to her or not?

Seeing that Xiu Qingcheng truly didn’t seem to mind, Meng Yingxing dared to relax.

From the afternoon onwards, Meng Yingxing entered the unified routine of the Tianfeng Sect’s Wuyun Peak.

Meditation, cultivation, spell explanations, free training, free activities—not a single one was missed.

Xiu Qingcheng got a headache just looking at this kind of monotonous training.
The effectiveness of such cultivation was really too poor.

Perhaps in the Tianfeng Sect, apart from some outstanding geniuses who could receive personal guidance from the elders, other ordinary disciples could only rely on themselves after being led in by their masters.

Meng Yingxing had nothing to say about this.
His real training still depended on Xiu Qingcheng’s planning.

However, there was one piece of good news for Meng Yingxing: after becoming an official disciple of the Tianfeng Sect, he could now enter the Heavenly Scripture Pavilion to borrow and read books.

He wanted to go to the Heavenly Scripture Pavilion to see if there was any way to let Xiu Qingcheng take human form.