Chapter 125: Doubled Training

Watching Meng Yingxing sleeping soundly while clutching the Ting Tian Sword at night, Xiu Qingcheng, whose mind was full of embarrassment, genuinely wanted to violently injure her disciple for a few seconds!

But although Xiu Qingcheng muttered about stabbing Meng Yingxing a few times, it ultimately remained just talk.

After all, the disciple was hers, and the physical body was also hers; she couldn’t really hurt her disciple, right?

Xiu Qingcheng, who had failed to tease and was teased instead, looked at Meng Yingxing’s innocent gaze and could only suffer in silence like a mute eating bitter herbs.

Fine, she admitted defeat this time!

No, Xiu Qingcheng would never admit defeat! It wasn’t her who was wrong, but Meng Yingxing!

Who told Meng Yingxing not to play by the rules, smashing Xiu Qingcheng’s plans into a mess?

The night passed without words.

When Meng Yingxing woke up, Xiu Qingcheng was already sitting on her favorite chaise longue without any pretense of elegance.

The window was half-open, and a few rays of skylight spilled down, illuminating half of Xiu Qingcheng’s body.

The beauty was like a painting; the earring dangling from her right ear swayed slightly, like morning dew trembling on a leaf, about to fall.

Seeing Master wearing the earring he gave her properly, Meng Yingxing’s mood became inexplicably good.

However, he didn’t know if it was his illusion, but he felt that Master’s mood wasn’t very good.

The gaze revealed in Xiu Qingcheng’s grey eyes carried a rare coldness.

Meng Yingxing didn’t think much of it; after all, when Xiu Qingcheng was spacing out, she was like a cold, glamorous flower in freezing weather, completely different from when she was speaking or moving.

After dressing, Meng Yingxing greeted Xiu Qingcheng as usual.

“Mn.”

Xiu Qingcheng hummed casually, turning her head away as if unwilling to even look at Meng Yingxing, considering it a response to his greeting.

She was annoyed just seeing Meng Yingxing now!

Her glorious reputation as a master was almost destroyed by Meng Yingxing!

Seeing Xiu Qingcheng treating him with unusual indifference, Meng Yingxing thought she was just spacing out too much.

“Master, I’m going to the backyard to practice swordplay.”

Meng Yingxing continued speaking to her.

What was wrong with her? Even if she disliked him usually, it wouldn’t go to this extent.

By saying this, he was actually asking for Xiu Qingcheng’s true form, the Ting Tian Sword; now that they were away from home, there was no wooden sword for him to use.

Although Lin Yunchuan said Meng Yingxing could rest and wait at the inn in Zhongyang Town until they finished their business and returned together, Meng Yingxing did not slack off because of this.

Meng Yingxing borrowed the open space in the inn’s kitchen backyard from the inn staff to persist in his sword training every day.

As Meng Yingxing was a great hero who had helped the surrounding towns, the inn owner naturally agreed without a second thought.

Xiu Qingcheng looked at Meng Yingxing, flicked her hand, and threw the Ting Tian Sword into Meng Yingxing’s grasp.

Just as Meng Yingxing thanked Xiu Qingcheng and was about to leave the room, Xiu Qingcheng suddenly called out to him.

“Wait a moment. Today, double the number of sword swings.”

Xiu Qingcheng turned her face sideways, resting her chin on her hand, and abruptly increased Meng Yingxing’s training volume.

‘Disciple, you little rascal!’

‘I couldn’t outtalk you yesterday, but can’t I handle you today!?’

Xiu Qingcheng laughed arrogantly in her heart, having already transformed into a little devil internally.

Meng Yingxing slowly typed out a question mark.

He didn’t know why his master suddenly increased his training volume, but Meng Yingxing still agreed.

At the same time, he wondered if Master was dissatisfied with him today. Did he unintentionally do something wrong?

Meng Yingxing thought carefully; these past two days, he had listened to Master, hugging her and sleeping with her, and hadn’t done anything bad at all?

Could it be that Master was settling scores after the fact because he dreamed of her?

Thinking of this, Meng Yingxing suddenly felt guilty.

‘Mn, whatever Master says to do, just do it.’

‘Don’t think too much; Master wouldn’t harm me, right?’

In the inn’s backyard, Meng Yingxing watched his nose, his nose watched his mouth, his mouth watched his heart, and his heart watched the sword constantly swinging in his wrist.

In the guest room, the solitary Xiu Qingcheng suddenly had many thoughts.

As a master, shouldn’t she avoid tormenting her disciple for her own selfish desires?

Would doubling the training volume be too tiring for the disciple?

Better go check.

Thinking of this, Xiu Qingcheng swaggered downstairs.

In this Zhongyang Town where basically no one could discern Xiu Qingcheng’s true identity as a sword, and under the circumstance that no one saw Xiu Qingcheng transform from a sword into a human form, Xiu Qingcheng dared to wander around in broad daylight.

Of course, she followed the disciple’s small request from before coming to Zhongyang Town and wore a veil properly whenever she went out.

It was just a small request from the disciple; as a master, she naturally had to satisfy it.

As soon as Xiu Qingcheng arrived in the backyard, she saw Meng Yingxing swinging the Ting Tian Sword earnestly.

Stroke by stroke, with immense focus and seriousness.

Naturally, Meng Yingxing noticed Xiu Qingcheng’s gracious presence immediately.

However, he only glanced at Xiu Qingcheng out of the corner of his eye, his movements becoming even more serious.

Seeing Meng Yingxing so full of energy, Xiu Qingcheng snorted lightly.

She had been worried that her disciple might be too tired, but now it seemed she had worried too much.

Looking at Meng Yingxing, he was clearly enjoying it!

Xiu Qingcheng didn’t know that Meng Yingxing was swinging the sword so vigorously only because her gaze was on him.

Since she was here, Xiu Qingcheng simply leaned against a thick tree in the backyard that had grown for unknown years, watching Meng Yingxing swing the sword stroke by stroke.

At the same time, Xiu Qingcheng was silently counting the number of times Meng Yingxing swung the sword in her heart.

Perhaps doing this was very hypnotic; Xiu Qingcheng, who never felt sleepy and didn’t need to sleep, couldn’t help but yawn.

Before Xiu Qingcheng could finish her yawn, incredibly chaotic noises suddenly came from outside the backyard wall.

“Someone snatched a child! Someone snatched a child! Chase quickly!”

“A trafficker snatched a child!”

Meng Yingxing instantly stopped the hand swinging the sword; he and Xiu Qingcheng exchanged a glance, and both flipped over the wall.

Outside the wall was a street with people coming and going. As soon as Xiu Qingcheng and Meng Yingxing landed, they saw a person on the street ahead wearing a dusty grey cloak that obscured their face and figure, running fast while holding an infant.

Behind the crowd, a group of people was in hot pursuit.

Snatching an infant in broad daylight? Wasn’t that too arrogant?

Xiu Qingcheng lamented even more; was Zhongyang Town some kind of singularity or Gotham City? Why did they encounter every kind of law-breaking and undisciplined thing?

Without a second thought, Meng Yingxing jumped directly onto the eaves of a nearby house, chasing the cloaked figure who snatched the child via the shortest straight-line distance.

The cloaked figure looked back occasionally and also saw Meng Yingxing and Xiu Qingcheng jumping up and down on the eaves.

The cloaked figure knew these were spirit cultivators full of justice coming to chase them.

This was not easy to handle.

Seeing Meng Yingxing and Xiu Qingcheng about to catch up, the cloaked figure freed one hand to chant a spell, a blue light flashing in their hand.

The next second, a stream of seemingly marvelous water emerged beneath Meng Yingxing and Xiu Qingcheng’s feet.

Xiu Qingcheng directly turned into a spirit body and passed through the water flow, while Meng Yingxing didn’t have time to react and was hit squarely by the water.

But the water flow didn’t seem to have much offensive power; it simply knocked Meng Yingxing flying for a distance.

Xiu Qingcheng turned back to pull Meng Yingxing up, and the two continued chasing the cloaked figure.

The small infant in the cloaked figure’s arms was frightened, opening its mouth and crying incessantly.

Seeing this, the cloaked figure seemed somewhat flustered, not forgetting to hold the infant tight with both hands while fleeing.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry, Big Sister isn’t a bad person… don’t cry, don’t cry!”

While the cloaked figure was distracted dealing with the infant in their arms, Meng Yingxing and Xiu Qingcheng, having regrouped, had already flanked them from left and right, about to intercept.

Gritting their teeth, the cloaked figure abruptly turned to face the two, forming hand seals.

Accompanying a long incantation, a water-blue circle formed in front of the cloaked figure, and immediately after, a school of fish formed from spiritual power rushed out of the circle.

The swimming fish were like a tidal wave, rushing straight towards Meng Yingxing and Xiu Qingcheng.

Seeing this, Meng Yingxing subconsciously jumped in front of Xiu Qingcheng, swinging the Ting Tian Sword four times, shattering the swimming fish into foam of spiritual power with each strike.

The foam of spiritual power shattered instantly, and Meng Yingxing breathed a sigh of relief.

This cloaked figure looked like someone he could handle, but he still couldn’t let his guard down.

But the cloaked figure’s intention to block Meng Yingxing didn’t fade; their hands continued forming seals, and after silently chanting several spells, several schools of spiritual fish crashed towards Meng Yingxing and Xiu Qingcheng one after another like continuous waves hitting the shore.