Chapter 173: Are You Angry?

A sleepless starry night.

Wuyun Peak, Disciple Quarters.

Meng Yingxing sat cross-legged on the ground, slowly circulating the spiritual power within his body.

Compared to before, the flow of his current spiritual power was slow, and it also caused waves of stinging pain in his spiritual veins.

This stinging pain came aggressively, rushing straight into the nerves at the top of Meng Yingxing’s head.

Meng Yingxing immediately gritted his teeth, cold sweat falling.

The next moment, a slightly cold, pale hand grabbed Meng Yingxing’s arm, interrupting him from the state of circulating spiritual power.

“Meng Yingxing, are you crazy?”

Xiu Qingcheng’s figure appeared in the dim candlelight around them, looking down at this disciple of hers who wasn’t afraid of death at all.

“Your spiritual veins haven’t fully recovered yet, and you want to forcibly use spiritual power? This will only make the damage to your spiritual veins even more irreversible!”

Xiu Qingcheng’s brows were knitted tight, a fire accumulating between them.

Her already aggressive beauty, paired with Xiu Qingcheng’s slightly angry expression at this moment, made her look incredibly cold.

“Master, I just wanted to confirm the condition of my current spiritual veins.”

Meng Yingxing looked up helplessly, meeting Xiu Qingcheng’s gaze.

“Not allowed.”

Xiu Qingcheng’s tone was icy, and the strength in her hand increased significantly; Meng Yingxing could clearly feel the force coming from his wrist.

“…I understand.”

Hearing Meng Yingxing compromise, Xiu Qingcheng finally let go of his hand.

Meng Yingxing stood up; his bare upper body was wrapped in circles of white gauze, which Mu Xin had reapplied for him after returning to the peak.

“Master, if my spiritual veins cannot recover, what awaits me?”

Meng Yingxing touched the gauze on his body and asked Xiu Qingcheng beside him faintly.

Xiu Qingcheng stood with her back to him, arms crossed. “Then your spiritual power will circulate slowly. Let alone breaking through again, your cultivation will not improve in this lifetime.”

“If a method to repair the spiritual veins cannot be found, then the person who failed the breakthrough will have no destiny with spiritual cultivation in the future.”

Meng Yingxing listened intently while adjusting the clothes he had just put on.

After Xiu Qingcheng finished speaking, Meng Yingxing immediately asked:

“Clearly, I failed the breakthrough and my spiritual veins are damaged; I may never be able to improve in my life.”

“Even if they can be repaired, a failed breakthrough also signifies that my cultivation talent is extremely poor.”

“Then Master, why did Mo Xinzi still name me specifically to teach me personally?”

Just a few hours ago, Mo Xinzi announced in front of countless disciples that he would personally teach Meng Yingxing, a person who had just failed a breakthrough and had damaged spiritual veins.

“Why? Meng Yingxing failed his breakthrough at the Cluster Star Realm; it can be said his talent is very poor, right?”

“Could the Sect Master have been in seclusion too long and become muddled?”

“Shh! What are you saying! Repeat after me: Sect Master is wise!”

Even Meng Yingxing himself couldn’t understand the olive branch Mo Xinzi suddenly threw at him.

‘Sect Master, what does this mean?’

Meng Yingxing frowned, seemingly not happy about this pie falling from the sky.

Mo Xinzi only smiled faintly, his golden pupils containing nothing, making it impossible to see through what exactly he was thinking.

‘It is merely damaged spiritual veins; the Tianfeng Sect naturally has the ability to restore your spiritual veins to their original state.’

‘Regardless of whether your cultivation talent is good or not, what I value more is your Congenital Sword Intent Body.’

‘Moreover, I believe that your second breakthrough will definitely be successful.’

He just looked at Meng Yingxing, his gaze burning.

‘Also, this is not an invitation, it is an order. Meng Yingxing… do you understand?’

In other words, no one present had the right to object, including Meng Yingxing himself.

It seemed Mo Xinzi was determined to take Meng Yingxing.

Meng Yingxing was stunned.

When he came back to his senses, Mo Xinzi was already preparing to leave.

‘Meng Yingxing, your body is weak today; let Mu Xin give you a check-up after returning to Wuyun Peak.’

‘Another day, I will have Mu Xin notify you to come see me.’

‘Having obtained a uniquely gifted Congenital Sword Intent Body, I will teach you well.’

Following Mo Xinzi’s ethereal voice, Meng Yingxing could only see his swaying back view, like a drop of thick ink, leaving.

Time pulled back to the present; in front of Meng Yingxing who asked the question, the back view of the black-haired woman was picturesque.

Meng Yingxing originally thought he had just asked an ordinary question, but unexpectedly, Xiu Qingcheng exploded as if she had eaten a barrel of dynamite.

“Tsk! How would I know what that Mo Xinzi is thinking!”

“Seeing the way he talked to you makes me angry!”

“If it weren’t for too many implications, I really want to have a one-on-one duel like real men with him right now!”

Xiu Qingcheng ground her teeth, flinging her red sleeve violently as she turned her body. The force was so great it almost flipped Meng Yingxing’s nose.

Meng Yingxing didn’t understand, but he saw Xiu Qingcheng’s white porcelain face full of anger.

“Master… are you angry?”

Hearing this, Xiu Qingcheng flung her left sleeve.

“I’m not angry!”

“Do I look like I’m angry?”

‘Like; very like.’

Meng Yingxing muttered in his heart.

Looking at Xiu Qingcheng’s appearance and tone of voice, it was exactly the same as when she was angry while eating with Liu Chenxin at the restaurant a long time ago.

But what Meng Yingxing didn’t understand was, why was Master angry?

Was the object of her anger… Mo Xinzi?

Meng Yingxing looked like he dared not speak, and Xiu Qingcheng flung her right sleeve.

She puffed up her cheeks, leaving Meng Yingxing with a view of her back.

She was indeed angry.

It was just that even she didn’t know what she was angry about.

Was it because a guy with the same character setting as herself appeared?

That Tianfeng Sect Master, Mo Xinzi.

Also uses a sword, and is powerful, even! Even has enough patience and confidence in Meng Yingxing!

And he was very determined to come and teach Meng Yingxing!

The specific reason for her anger might be because a person with the same setting as herself appeared before Meng Yingxing’s eyes.

It felt as if the treasure she had found in a place where no one cared had been discovered by others too.

What the hell is this! Mo Xinzi!

Go teach some Li Yingxing or Meng Yingxing or whatever, just stay far away from my Meng Yingxing!

Angering Xiu Qingcheng to death!

Meng Yingxing saw his master, who had her back to him, suddenly clench her fists and stomp heavily on the ground.

It was rare; Master actually made such a girlishly charming movement.

Master is cute pinch.

That’s right; Mo Xinzi’s appearance gave Xiu Qingcheng a sense of crisis.

She felt her status as Meng Yingxing’s master was about to be shaken.

No, Xiu Qingcheng felt she had to do something.

Xiu Qingcheng turned around blusteringly and grabbed Meng Yingxing by the collar.

A pair of clear and bright gray pupils, like the gray line at the turn of night and day on the horizon, dotted with unfallen starlight, stared straight at his face.

“Master?”

Meng Yingxing called her softly.

“Say, who is your master?”

“Uh… is it you?”

“You hesitated for a second! Who am I?”

“Xiu Qingcheng.”

“Am I your best master?”

“Best master?”

“You are naturally my best master.”

“Do you promise to listen to Master’s words in the future?”

“Of course, I will always listen to Master’s words.”

“How many masters do you have?”

“One.”

“Who is it?”

“It is you, Xiu Qingcheng.”

Xiu Qingcheng felt her Q&A with Meng Yingxing was meaningless, but getting Meng Yingxing’s word-by-word answers instantly reassured her a lot.

Perhaps she just felt she was thinking too much and needed to find some comfort.

Xiu Qingcheng let go of her hand, recovering her usual air of being insufferably arrogant in front of Meng Yingxing, placing her hands on her slender waist.

She kicked her small bare foot onto Meng Yingxing’s similarly bare instep, giving a small tsundere humph to the Meng Yingxing before her.

“Move forward well; don’t stray too far from Master.”

The woman’s sole on his instep was soft and slightly cool; Meng Yingxing nodded.

“Master, you said desire drives a spiritual cultivator to move forward continuously.”

“My current desire is to move forward continuously and stand side by side with you.”

Meng Yingxing didn’t know what had suddenly happened to Master just now.

But now, he wanted to let Xiu Qingcheng know, know his wish.

His motivation, his desire.

The jade pendant engraved with the character ‘Xiu’ at Meng Yingxing’s waist swayed.

“Side by side, huh!”

Xiu Qingcheng exerted a tiny bit of force under her foot, her tsundere expression fully revealed.

“Better repair your spiritual veins first!”

“Otherwise, you’re still twenty thousand years too early to catch up with me!”

Not knowing if Xiu Qingcheng had some special obsession with ‘twenty thousand years’, Meng Yingxing could always hear this term from her mouth.

Meng Yingxing shrugged.

“Then Master, will you tell me the method to repair spiritual veins now?”

“Will Mo Xinzi tell you?”

“I’d rather hear it from Master’s mouth.”

“Since you have asked sincerely, then I will tell you with great mercy!”

“Alright,” Xiu Qingcheng admitted again; she loved hearing this sentence from Meng Yingxing.

Then, Xiu Qingcheng recited a string of names of heavenly treasures to Meng Yingxing as if reciting a menu.

Leaving Meng Yingxing stunned as he listened.

After listening, Meng Yingxing cupped his hands to Xiu Qingcheng.

“Master, I only regret my financial power is insufficient.”

Just listening to these medicinal ingredients, they weren’t things he could easily obtain.

“No matter; the Tianfeng Sect has quite the family assets.”

Xiu Qingcheng was waiting for the Tianfeng Sect to exert effort for Meng Yingxing.

Meng Yingxing, however, subconsciously glanced at Xiu Qingcheng’s feet.

Only to discover that Xiu Qingcheng’s feet were now illusory and ethereal, appearing semi-transparent.

He could easily see the scene behind her feet.

“Master, your feet… how did they become semi-transparent!?”

Meng Yingxing suddenly became somewhat anxious; this time it was his turn to reach out and grab Xiu Qingcheng’s hand.

Hearing this, Xiu Qingcheng was stunned and looked at her own feet.

Even she hadn’t noticed that her feet were actually semi-transparent now.

Xiu Qingcheng waved her hand indifferently at Meng Yingxing.

“It’s just that the consumption of spiritual power was a bit high when suppressing the berserk demon power for you earlier. It’s nothing.”

“It’ll be fine after a while.”

Hearing this, Meng Yingxing’s face seemed to show some self-blame.

“Sorry, Master. If it weren’t for me…”

“Stop! Stop, stop, stop!”

Xiu Qingcheng made a ‘pause’ gesture with dead-fish eyes.

“Damn disciple, what are you saying! I’m not injured nor am I dying; I’m just low on spiritual power!”

“Okay, Master, I know. It’s all my fault.”

“You know my ass!”

Two days later.

Under Mu Xin’s recommendation, Meng Yingxing arrived at Shangluan Hall on Qingyun Peak and saw Mo Xinzi again.

He sat obliquely on the towering platform of Shangluan Hall, his hand supporting his slightly tilted head.

Seeing Meng Yingxing arrive, Mo Xinzi opened his eyes slightly.

Golden eyes ethereal, like an immortal in intoxication.