After Faking Her Death and Fleeing, the Emotionless Daoist Master Regretted It - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Sword Spirit – Master’s Small Selfishness

The change came suddenly, and Ling Yunyue, never having been wary of her Natal Dao Treasure, did not have time to stop it.

Seeing the snow-white light disappear into the young girl’s forehead, her expression changed dramatically. She quickly stepped forward to check on her disciple’s condition.

A short while later, her taut mind gradually relaxed considerably.

Confirming that her disciple was not in danger, her concern vanished, replaced by embarrassment and annoyance. She turned around and glared at the Ice Deficient Sword.

Looking closely, one could see a faint blush on her face.

Weapons elevated to the Dao Treasure level all possess sentience. The beam of light just now was the Ice Deficient Sword’s acknowledgment of the young girl, or, more accurately, its acknowledgment and protection of its Master’s future Dao Companion.

The snow-white light left a trace of her Master’s aura on Su Lingqing.

In the future, anyone besides Ling Yunyue who tried to get close to the young girl would receive an invisible warning.

This warning, transmitted through the other party’s treasures, effectively amplified the fear in the treasure owner’s heart, multiplying the deterrent force.

Even without a treasure on hand, a warning could be delivered through intuition.

In summary, the Ice Deficient Sword’s action was equivalent to announcing to outsiders that the young girl belonged to its Master, and no one else should harbor any designs on her!

Ling Yunyue was quite embarrassed and annoyed at the moment.

The Ice Deficient Sword was crafted by her own hand and had possessed sentience for many years. It had never acted so presumptuously before; this was the first time.

Not only did she cultivate the Emotionless Dao, making a Dao Companion impossible, but even if she didn’t cultivate this Dao, she and Lingqing were Master and disciple, and could not be together.

More importantly, the Ice Deficient Sword had left her aura on Lingqing, essentially severing all potential romantic prospects for Lingqing in the future.

When Lingqing learned the truth, she would likely hate her…

Should I remove the aura belonging to me?

As the owner of the Ice Deficient Sword, if she were truly determined, there were corresponding methods to achieve this goal.

But for some reason, she was unwilling to take action.

Ling Yunyue did not delve into her own thoughts, merely attributing them all to the Emotionless Dao.

Lingqing was currently a key opportunity for the achievement of the Grand Dao. Before this fact changed, maintaining the status quo and preventing others from getting close to her was perfectly justified.

She convinced herself this way and slowly calmed her mind.

Beside her, Su Lingqing was startled by the unexpected event caused by the Ice Deficient Sword. It took her a long time to regain her composure.

“Master, just now…”

“Don’t worry, Lingqing. That light won’t harm you.”

“But this disciple doesn’t understand why something like that happened?”

“This… Dao Treasures have spirits. It was expressing its fondness for you.”

“Really?”

“Of course it’s true. Does Lingqing not trust me?”

“This disciple trusts you! I was just curious in my heart, so I asked.”

Ling Yunyue rarely lied. Facing the young girl’s trusting gaze, she felt a little uneasy.

Just as she was about to change the subject, the Ice Deficient Sword made a new move.

The sword, suspended in mid-air, emitted a clear chime. Then, a flash of spiritual light turned it into a length of silk ribbon, which flew towards the young girl with lightning speed. Like a spiritual snake, it quickly wrapped around her waist.

Seeing this, Ling Yunyue’s beautiful face instantly flushed with anger.

“Ice Deficient, come back to me!”

At this moment, Su Lingqing stood frozen in place, unsure how to react.

What she had just witnessed completely exceeded her existing knowledge.

Her waist was tightly bound. The ribbon transformed from the Ice Deficient Sword was indistinguishable from a living creature.

Hearing her Master’s words, she belatedly realized that the sword possessed a spirit.

Thinking that she was being wrapped around the waist by a sentient spiritual object, she immediately began to struggle.

However, the Ice Deficient Sword was a Dao Treasure, and her struggles had no effect whatsoever.

Not only that, but her actions encouraged the Ice Deficient to take further liberties. A strand separated from the ribbon tightly wrapped around her waist and slowly moved up, gently touching her right wrist.

Ling Yunyue, seeing that the Ice Deficient was ignoring her command, quickly formed a hand seal. A surge of spiritual power gathered in her palm, and she swiftly moved forward, grasping the slippery ribbon.

The next moment, Su Lingqing felt her waist loosen, and all the restrictions around her body vanished.

The Ice Deficient reverted to a three-foot-long sword. The hilt was firmly held by Ling Yunyue, and occasional chimes emanated from it, as if expressing dissatisfaction to its owner.

At this time, within Ling Yunyue’s sea of consciousness, a voice identical to hers was complaining discontentedly.

“Master is truly too petty! I just like Lingqing and wanted to spend a little more time with her. Why did you pull me away so quickly?”

“Ice Deficient, you are overstepping your bounds!”

Unlike the gentleness in her voice when speaking to Su Lingqing, Ling Yunyue’s tone towards the Sword Spirit was extremely cold, as if laced with a layer of frost.

The Sword Spirit was already accustomed to it. Knowing her Master’s temperament, she joked lightly: “Are you really angry? It seems Master truly cares about Lingqing, so much that even I cannot touch her~”

“I have already said, I only treat her as my disciple!”

The Sword Spirit clearly did not believe this, but knowing the principle of knowing when to stop, she did not pursue the matter further. However, a small calculation began in her heart.

As a Dao Treasure, she could have shapeshifted long ago. When her Master refined her, her Natal Spiritual Bl00d was incorporated, so her shapeshifted appearance would be identical to her Master’s.

When we return to the sect, and Lingqing and Master separate, I will find a way to transform into Master’s appearance and approach Lingqing…

The young girl was unaware that she had been targeted by the Sword Spirit. Now that the restraint on her body was gone, she looked at the entirely snow-white sword, a hint of curiosity arising in her heart.

“Master, how should this disciple address Senior Sword Spirit?”

“She is called Ice Deficient. Lingqing can simply call her Aunt Ice.”

No sooner had the words fallen than the Ice Deficient’s dissatisfied protest came from the sea of consciousness again: “No way! Let Lingqing call me Big Sister!”

“Given your age, asking Lingqing to call you Big Sister, don’t you feel ashamed?”

“Hmph, a Sword Spirit doesn’t age, so how can you measure age that way? I insist she calls me Big Sister!”

“I said, absolutely not!”

Ling Yunyue was unyielding. If she truly let Lingqing call the Ice Deficient “Big Sister,” she herself would become the oldest generation, making it seem as if there was a natural barrier between them.

She tried to imagine a scene where the Ice Deficient and her disciple were happily together, and her calm mood immediately became somewhat irritated.

“If you really like being called Big Sister, go find someone suitable outside. I am not limiting your freedom!”

“I won’t. I only like Lingqing~”

Listening to the Sword Spirit’s words, Ling Yunyue grew increasingly annoyed. She simply severed her divine sense connection with it and forcibly recalled the sword.

Su Lingqing did not know the intricacies of the situation, but she acutely sensed her Master’s displeasure. Hesitating for a moment, she cautiously asked: “Master, did this disciple say something inappropriate?”

Hearing this, Ling Yunyue was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and replied warmly: “Lingqing, don’t overthink it. I was just communicating with the Sword Spirit.”

“I see.” The young girl’s recently raised heart gradually settled.

Before long, a knocking sound (dong dong) was heard at the door.

Su Lingqing observed with her divine sense and realized it was several maids carrying breakfast. She immediately walked forward and opened the door.

Having not eaten all night, she did feel hungry. With her Master’s permission, she sat down at the table and slowly began to eat.

The delicious food immediately captured her full attention.

Ling Yunyue picked up her chopsticks and placed some of her disciple’s favorite dishes into her bowl. Master and disciple shared a cozy moment, and the years were peaceful and good.

Half an hour later, Su Lingqing, having finished her breakfast, took out the spirit beast egg she had obtained from the auction.

She remembered her Master saying that soaking it in the Spiritual Spring could restore some vitality.

Su Lingqing picked up a bamboo basin in the room and quickly went into the Spatial Pouch.

Passing through the bamboo forest and arriving at the Eight Trigrams Well, she bent down slightly, and a gurgling sound of running water followed.

After filling the bamboo basin with spring water, she temporarily placed it on the ground. Using her freed hands, she cupped a few handfuls of clear water and slowly drank it.

Now that she had stepped onto the immortal path, she could clearly sense the rich spiritual energy naturally contained in the Spiritual Spring water.

Long-term consumption would greatly aid her cultivation.

Because her Master was still outside, Su Lingqing did not stay long in the space. She quickly left and returned to the inn, carefully placing the spirit beast egg, which was on the sandalwood table, into the bamboo basin.

Due to the lack of vitality, she did not hold great hope for the egg to hatch. She simply let nature take its course, so she would have no regrets, regardless of the outcome.

For the next three days, Su Lingqing stayed in the room. Aside from mealtimes, she spent the rest of the time sitting in meditation and cultivating.

Seeing her disciple fully devoted, Ling Yunyue was somewhat gratified.

In the Profound Heaven Realm, since ancient times, there have been no lack of people with excellent innate talent who became lax in their cultivation, only indulging in pleasure. They eventually faded into obscurity, missing the chance for eternal life. Fortunately, Lingqing was not like that.

On the morning of the fourth day, the Master and disciple left the Welcoming Immortal Tower and began their journey towards the Heaven-Extending Sect.

As they walked out of the Qingyun City gate, Ling Yunyue quickly formed several hand seals, and a large cloud rapidly materialized in front of them.

Su Lingqing watched this scene, filled with curiosity.

“Master, what kind of spell is this?”

“Cloud Soaring Art. Lingqing can attempt to learn it after reaching Foundation Establishment.”

No sooner had the words fallen than Ling Yunyue reached out and embraced the young girl’s slender waist. Tapping her toes on the ground, she instantly flew into the air.

With both feet suddenly suspended, Su Lingqing subconsciously embraced her Master. After realizing what she had done, she immediately flushed red and released her hands.

In just a moment, the two arrived on the cloud mass.

Ling Yunyue instantly changed the hand seal, and the newly condensed cloud mass slowly ascended.

Qingyun City was nearly ten thousand li away from the Heaven-Extending Sect. To return to the sect before nightfall, she slightly increased her flight speed.

Su Lingqing looked down at the long, strong, and well-defined hand wrapped around her waist, hesitating whether to break free from her Master’s embrace.

Honestly, she greatly cherished moments like this, but she feared she would become completely lost in them again.

She couldn’t make another mistake.

She tried to subtly twist her body, attempting to create some distance. However, the next moment, the hand around her waist increased its strength.

“Master…”

“I have increased the flight speed. Your cultivation is still low, Lingqing, and you cannot fly independently. If I don’t hold you like this, you could easily fall.”

Ling Yunyue explained in a gentle voice, her expression calm, concealing the thoughts in her heart.

In fact, with her strength, even if her disciple truly fell from the cloud, she could instantly catch her. The reason she held onto her was because she was following her heart’s desire.

The Ice Deficient Sword Spirit, forcibly recalled by her, sensed this situation and cursed her under her breath, calling her someone whose words don’t match their actions.

When we return to the sect, those rigid fellows will likely start bothering Master with trivial matters again. That will be the perfect opportunity for me to secretly go and play with Lingqing.