Chapter 27: Ye Feng Senses Something’s Off

The declaration sent a ripple of shock through the crowd.
Becoming the sect leader’s disciple? Even as the top scorer in Sword Knocks at Heaven’s Origin, Ye Feng wasn’t qualified—let alone aiming for inner sect first place!
The sect leader was the world’s top cultivator, his three disciples and spirit beast all at Great Vehicle.
Sure, the rules allowed choosing the sect leader as a master, but who’d dare?
Only Ye Feng, emboldened by her unique talent and yesterday’s rescue by the sect leader himself, would make such a bold move.

Murmurs erupted. A wealthy new disciple scoffed:
“No way, this nobody? Just got lucky with some fortuitous encounters to snag first place!”
“Exactly! So arrogant. The sect leader, someone we can only look up to, isn’t someone you just pester!”
“No worries, let’s see. If the sect leader accepts her, I’ll confess to my childhood sweetheart Xiaohua on the spot.”

Chu Huaizhou’s reaction?
Bro, there’s more?!
Still reeling, Ye Feng’s bombshell hit like a second wave.
Am I the villain? Destined to clash with the game’s protagonist?
Seeing Leng Qingqiu’s gentle eyes turn icier, he panicked.
Not again! This time, it wouldn’t end with just a hand. Absolutely not!
Too bold—she was ignoring the two vice sect leaders and ten thousand disciples, fearless of heaven and earth.

He hurriedly explained his interest in Ye Feng, hoping to clear things up.
Initially terrified of losing his sect leader dignity under Leng Qingqiu’s pressure, he noticed something off.
The ice screen hid their actions from outsiders.
Expecting her to be too worked up to listen, he was surprised when his words worked.
He explained that Bai Li sensed an ancient aura from Ye Feng’s ring, similar to what he emitted at the end of his tribulations, possibly tied to the lost Immortal Realm.
It might hold clues to restoring his memories and cultivation.

Leng Qingqiu calmed down, her eyes showing a flicker of guilt after sensing Ye Feng’s ring herself.
She’d been too focused on Master to notice earlier—she’d wrongly accused him.
“S-Sorry, Master. I was rash.”

Despite her yandere intensity, Leng Qingqiu didn’t see herself as one.
She believed she was Master’s perfect partner in every way.
As long as he didn’t cross her line, she was gentle and caring, tending to his meals, drinks, loneliness, and… physical needs.
Why does he need caring for food or loneliness? Don’t ask.

“Cough, it’s fine. We’re partners, after all. Just… don’t do it again.”
Leng Qingqiu nodded, clinging to him like a chastised child, her icy face pleading for forgiveness.
Chu Huaizhou, instinctively reaching with his left—no, right—hand, patted her head.
His memories recalled trying to pat Qingqiu’s head only to be met with her icy glare, warning him he was “dirty” or “impure.”
Now, a simple head pat made her eternal icy face glow with joy.
Three hundred years ago, I wouldn’t have dared dream of this!

Soon, her slender, snowy hands grabbed his, pressing them to her chest.
“So, Master, why does this Ye Feng suddenly want to be your disciple?”
Before he could answer, tweaking the mountain gate incident, Vice Sect Leader Feng approached.
“Sect Leader Chu, about Ye Feng… what’s your decision?”

Ye Feng’s question lingered unanswered as Chu Huaizhou gazed at the crowd, making Feng sense something off.
To Feng, the two stood one behind the other—Chu Huaizhou scanning the crowd gently, Leng Qingqiu’s icy gaze fixed solely on him.
One step closer, and Feng would’ve entered the ice screen, seeing the truth.

Leng Qingqiu’s eyes narrowed, cold spiritual energy gathering, itching to teach this interrupting old man a lesson.
But this was the sect that raised her—she could throw tantrums in Hanyuan, but her conscience stopped her here. Sighing, she gave up.
Channeling cool spiritual energy into Chu Huaizhou, she adjusted his posture to match the screen’s illusion, dissolving it just before Feng stepped in.

Chu Huaizhou, seeing taking Ye Feng as a disciple as perfect for future talks, gritted his teeth.
“I’m free enough… I’ll take her as a disciple.”
Meeting Feng’s warm gaze, he sighed inwardly.
Back then, he barely saw Vice Sect Leader Feng, whose mild yet aloof demeanor marked him as just another talented true disciple.
Now, Feng was still vice sect leader, but he was the sect leader.
He couldn’t help marveling at the twist of fate, despite mentioning it before.

The crowd erupted at his words.
“Why her? I’ve toiled in the sect for decades, barely seeing the sect leader, and a newbie becomes his true disciple?”
Old disciples wailed, green with envy.
“If I could be human’s true disciple, I’d warm his bed, meow!” muttered a certain nine-tailed fox, peeking out and grumbling inwardly.
The disciple who vowed to confess to Xiaohua lamented, “I’ll tell Xiaohua my feelings! But… she already has a partner…”

Heavenly Sword Peak, Sect Leader’s Courtyard.
Chu Huaizhou ignored the other disciples’ performances. After accepting Ye Feng, he swiftly took her back to Heavenly Sword Peak to explain, lest Leng Qingqiu’s chilling gaze grew uncontrollable.

Tap—
Ye Feng’s black boots clicked on the stone path. She bowed her head, cautiously eyeing her surroundings, far from her earlier boldness in the hall.
Her sharp sixth sense caught the unfriendly gaze of the female cultivator clinging to the sect leader.

“Greetings, Sect Leader! And… fairy sister!”
Realizing she hadn’t greeted them, Ye Feng spun, bowing ninety degrees, eyelashes trembling, too nervous to look up.

Leng Qingqiu snorted, her icy voice emotionless.
“No need for formalities. Since you’re Master’s disciple, we’re sisters now.”
“But I’m curious, little sister—why choose Master as your master?”