The Beloved Master's Mad Dog Disciple - Chapter 3

The moment Bo Xuenong fled Warm Moon Hall, her smiling facade crumbled completely.

She lowered her gaze to the red mark Fu Yunqing had left on the back of her hand. An unnatural flush crept across her pale cheeks as a voice screamed in her mind: Kill! Kill her!

As her murderous intent intensified, Xuan Mo, the sword hanging at her waist, rose slightly, pressing closer to Bo Xuenong’s palm.

Xuan Mo seemed to be urging her to rush back and kill Fu Yunqing.

Bo Xuenong felt a flicker of temptation, but she quickly regained her composure.

No, Master would be displeased.

Bo Xuenong couldn’t see anything good in Fu Yunqing, but Shen Yanting believed Fu Yunqing was perfect in every way. Though she had never explicitly stated it, Shen Yanting had always supported Fu Yunqing, except for the matter of Fu Yunqing relinquishing the Sect Leader position.

One Master favors cannot be killed.

Bo Xuenong gradually calmed down, pressing Xuan Mo back down.

She retrieved her bronze mirror, carefully crafting a satisfactory smile before hurrying down the mountain.

The Imperial Tranquility Sect comprised one hundred and thirty members, including servants. The Inner Sect consisted of only twelve disciples: the Sect Leader, four elders, and the seven personal disciples of the three elders. Compared to other cultivation sects in the Cultivation World, the Inner Sect’s numbers were strikingly low. This wasn’t due to overly strict entry requirements, but rather because naturally talented individuals were unwilling to join.

In fact, at the Imperial Tranquility Sect, reaching the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment and successfully choosing a path to enter the Core Formation Stage would qualify one as an Inner Sect Disciple. This meant that within this pure sword cultivator sect, only twelve individuals truly wielded swords.

While other cultivation sects recruited disciples once every century, the Imperial Tranquility Sect wished it could recruit ten times a year.

Unfortunately, not only did they fail to attract talented disciples, but even those without talent were unwilling to come.

This wasn’t particularly surprising. Few in the Cultivation World knew that Shen Yanting resided here. Sect Leader Fu Yunqing’s cultivation level was only at the Mid-Stage Core Formation, leading most to view the Imperial Tranquility Sect as a third-rate, insignificant sect. Its only claim to even that low status was its ancient history. Joining such a sect would effectively cut off one’s path to cultivation.

In the past, attracting twenty disciples over a century was considered a rare achievement. This year, however, was strange. Last month alone, thirteen disciples had arrived, and now more were coming.

The Imperial Tranquility Sect was located on Imperial Peak Mountain, which wasn’t particularly steep. Had it been another sect, the climb would have been set as a test, with those unable to ascend alone being eliminated. But since the Imperial Tranquility Sect was desperate for recruits, there was no such trial. Anyone who could condense even a trace of spiritual energy was allowed to stay.

A short climb up Imperial Peak Mountain leads to a cave housing a teleportation array that connects directly to the Imperial Tranquility Sect. This array is specifically used to transport new disciples up the mountain. As for why the array isn’t located at the foot of the mountain, that’s a question best left to the sect’s long-deceased elders.

At the base of Imperial Peak Mountain, a dedicated group of servants stands guard. Whenever new disciples arrive, they immediately notify the sect members on the mountain to send someone to escort them.

Normally, this task falls to Feng Yingbo, the youngest elder of the Inner Sect. Under normal circumstances, she would have immediately assigned her disciple, Feng Jin, to greet the newcomers. However, Feng Jin’s previous incident—where she suddenly attacked and injured a newly arrived disciple—had made Feng Yingbo hesitant to send her again. This delay prompted Shen Yanting to assign the task to Bo Xue.

The reason hardly mattered; what mattered was that Shen Yanting had given her an assignment, and she needed to execute it flawlessly.

It’s worth noting that the teleportation array is a one-way passage, allowing only upward travel. Those unfortunate enough to be eliminated must be carried down the mountain by Inner Sect disciples with sufficient cultivation. Fortunately, such incidents are rare. Gaining entry to the Inner Sect is relatively easy, and joining the Outer Sect is even simpler—one need only condense a wisp of spiritual energy to secure a place.

Bo Xuenong descended the mountain swiftly, expecting to find only a handful of people waiting. To her surprise, a full fifteen individuals were gathered at the foot of the mountain—even more than had come the previous month.

Strange, she thought, though her expression remained perfectly composed.

A slight upward curve tugged at the corners of her lips, forming a gentle, flawless smile. “Greetings, everyone. I am Bo Xuenong, the 130th generation disciple of the Imperial Tranquility Sect. You may call me Senior Sister Bo. I will be guiding you up the mountain today. If you successfully pass the assessment, we will all be fellow sect members from now on.”

Damn it! Feng Jin should have been here to greet them, not Bo Xuenong.

Who—who was speaking?

The sudden female voice startled Bo Xuenong. Her eyesight was exceptionally keen, and she had an excellent memory for faces. She habitually observed every person’s expression, and she was certain that none of the newcomers had opened their mouths.

Their expressions remained unchanged, as if she were the only one who had heard the voice.

Bo Xuenong narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze curving into a thin, crescent-shaped smile. In truth, she was trying to pinpoint the speaker.

Still, no one moved their lips, yet the voice echoed again.

Bo Xuenong is putting on quite the act. Too bad she can’t fool someone with my omniscient perspective. Don’t think I don’t know—she probably wants to kill us all right now.

Wrong.

Bo Xuenong hadn’t intended to kill anyone just moments ago, but now the thought had taken root.

A smile still graced her face as she lingered, her bright eyes carefully studying each of them.

The female voice sounded young and playful, utterly lacking in composure.

There were fifteen of them in total: eight women and seven men, with only three young girls among them.

Bo Xuenong fixed her gaze on those three girls, her smile growing even more amiable. As expected, the female voice chimed in again.

Bo Xuenong is even more deranged than the books described! She possesses the purest ancient beast bloodline, making her inherently violent and bloodthirsty. Constantly killing should be the fastest way to enhance her cultivation, yet she insists on pretending to be gentle and kind just to please Shen Yanting. What a waste of effort! If she’d focused on killing more people to strengthen herself from the start, the male lead wouldn’t have had a chance to rescue Shen Yanting later on.

Wait! If Bo Xuenong is here, Shen Yanting must be nearby too! After all, Shen Yanting’s mission is to monitor Bo Xuenong. Ah! Does this mean I’m about to meet the most beautiful woman in the entire novel? The High Mountain Flower Immortal Venerable! She appears aloof and dignified, but beneath that icy exterior lies a gentle and compassionate nature—truly the white moonlight of the entire story! Oh my god! I absolutely can’t let Bo Xuenong take me up the mountain with her. I’ll deliberately lag behind a bit later. If I pretend to sprain my ankle, Shen Yanting’s character might compel her to turn back and help me! I can’t miss this chance to get up close and personal with the most beautiful Immortal Venerable!

Book? What book?

Fierce beast? Is she referring to me? And what’s this about a male lead?

Shen Yanting’s mission? High Mountain Flower?

A barrage of unfamiliar terms, carried by the girl’s clamorous voice, flooded Bo Xuenong’s mind, leaving her dazed and sparking a cascade of questions. Despite her warm smile, none of the fifteen disciples opened their mouths to speak.

Unable to discern the girl’s identity, Bo Xuenong refrained from asking directly. Instead, she led the group up the mountain, keeping a close eye on the three girls’ movements.

As expected, when they neared the mountain cave, the girl in red suddenly slowed her pace, gradually falling behind the group.

Found her!

Should I turn back and kill her while she’s alone?

Bo Xuenong was still considering her options when a flash of green darted through the dense forest. Shen Yanting was wearing green robes today. Within the sect, only Shen Yanting and Feng Yingbo could evade her gaze so swiftly. Could that have been her Master?

Could it be true, as the girl claimed, that Master is watching me?

But why would Master do that? Why not just tell me directly?

Whatever Master wants, I’d gladly give it to her.

Abandoning her plan to turn back, Bo Xuenong led the fourteen disciples into the mountain cave and onto the teleportation array. With a gentle smile, she activated the array, eager to see if Master would truly return for the girl, as the girl had predicted, and bring her to the Imperial Tranquility Sect…