The Beloved Master's Mad Dog Disciple - Chapter 5

Could Shen Yanting just kill her now?

Guan Caimei still became Feng Yingbo’s disciple.

According to Fu Yunqing, Feng Yingbo initially refused to take Guan Caimei. But Feng Jin, for reasons unknown, suddenly attacked and injured Guan Caimei that day. Feeling guilty for her disciple’s actions, Feng Yingbo finally accepted Guan Caimei.

Bo Xuenong cared little about why Feng Yingbo had taken Guan Caimei, and even less about why Feng Jin had attacked her. Her main concern was the Healing Pill she had been sent to deliver.

With only four Elders in the Imperial Tranquility Sect, it was nearly impossible to avoid close contact.

Shen Yanting was the strongest among them, commanding the most abundant cultivation resources. She routinely arranged for Bo Xuenong to deliver healing pills to injured Inner Sect disciples, a task Bo Xuenong had grown accustomed to. But Guan Caimei was different. She harbored secret desires for Shen Yanting. If this bottle of pills reached her hands, who knew what fantasies she would indulge in about Shen Yanting?

Reluctant to carry out Shen Yanting’s assignment, Bo Xuenong still brought the pills.

She had hoped to casually inquire about the male and female leads’ names along the way, but no sooner had she arrived at Phoenix Spirit Mountain than Feng Jin blocked her path.

Despite its small number of members, the Imperial Tranquility Sect occupied a vast territory.

Each Elder claimed an entire mountain peak, where only the Elder and their direct disciples resided.

Masters and disciples with close relationships lived nearby, while those out of favor were assigned more distant residences. Bo Xuenong had shared a courtyard with Shen Yanting during her childhood, but as she grew older, Shen Yanting moved her to a courtyard that was neither close nor far. Feng Jin’s situation was different. Feng Yingbo had brought her back to the sect as an infant, and Feng Jin had lived in the same courtyard with Feng Yingbo ever since. Now over two hundred years old, she still remained by Feng Yingbo’s side.

Guan Caimei hadn’t formally become a disciple yet, so Feng Yingbo hadn’t arranged permanent lodging for her. Since Feng Jin had injured Guan Caimei, Guan Caimei was currently staying with Feng Jin, who personally cared for her.

“Eldest Senior Sister!” Feng Jin forced a stiff, awkward smile. “Junior Sister’s injuries are severe. She shouldn’t see anyone.”

The Inner Sect Disciples were ranked uniformly: Bo Xuenong held the top position, while Feng Jin ranked sixth.

Unlike the Outer Sect Disciples who addressed Bo Xuenong as “Senior Sister Bo,” Feng Jin simply called her “Eldest Senior Sister.”

Feng Jin paused, then extended her hand toward Bo Xuenong. “Eldest Senior Sister, just give me the Healing Pill. I’ll thank Martial Aunt Shen on behalf of Junior Sister for her kindness.”

Bo Xuenong didn’t hand over the medicinal pill. She lowered her gaze to Feng Jin, who stood before her, appearing rather petite.

Feng Jin possessed remarkable talent and had begun cultivating at a young age. Despite being over two hundred years old, she still looked like a child of around ten. Her childlike face and stern demeanor made Bo Xuenong want to laugh. It was rare for her to show such genuine amusement to anyone other than Shen Yanting.

Suddenly, Bo Xuenong heard Feng Jin’s shrill inner voice:

Eldest Senior Sister is so beautiful! Eldest Senior Sister, don’t die!

Huh? Bo Xuenong hadn’t even opened her mouth.

Her expression gradually turned peculiar as she stared intently at Feng Jin’s rigid face, trying to discern the trigger for the inner voice. But Feng Jin’s thoughts remained silent.

Could I have misheard?

Bo Xuenong probed with a question: “Sixth Junior Sister, why did you harm Junior Sister?”

Feng Jin’s inner voice remained silent, but her lips curled downward. “I just don’t like her. I don’t have Eldest Senior Sister’s patience for people prancing around in front of me. She clearly doesn’t want to acknowledge our Master, yet she pretends she can’t live without her. Beating her was lenient. Next time…”

Feng Jin’s voice trailed off, a smile curving her lips as her tone rose slightly at the end. “Next time, I’ll slaughter her.”

How convenient.

Their thoughts had converged perfectly.

Unfortunately, Bo Xuenong wasn’t Feng Jin. Feng Jin’s infamy had long preceded her within the sect, notorious for her brutality and cruelty, while Bo Xuenong was known as a gentle and kind Senior Sister.

Bo Xuenong smiled along with Feng Jin, her expression warm and harmless. “Sixth Junior Sister, the Imperial Tranquility Sect strictly forbids infighting among disciples. You shouldn’t say such things. This Junior Sister has remarkable talent and a pleasant demeanor. You might even come to like her if you spend more time together.”

“I’d rather not like her!” Feng Jin frowned in annoyance, suddenly snatching the Healing Pill from Bo Xuenong’s hand. She opened the porcelain vial, poured out half the pills into her own storage pouch, and returned the vial with the remaining pills to Bo Xuenong. “Eldest Senior Sister, now that you know I despise her, I won’t pretend otherwise. These pills are for everyone—half for you, half for me!”

“But…” Bo Xuenong’s gaze sharpened slightly as she recalled Guan Caimei’s infatuation with Shen Yanting. She quickly changed her words. “If Sixth Junior Sister wants them, she can have them all. Master said these pills were meant for Aunt Feng’s disciples, and you’re one of them too.”

Feng Jin quickly took the Healing Pill back from Bo Xuenong’s palm. “Thank you, Eldest Senior Sister!”

The sudden brightness in her eyes was a stark contrast to her usual mischievous demeanor. Bo Xuenong bent down, lowering her head slightly, and pinched Feng Jin’s chubby cheeks, scrutinizing her face up close. She wondered if the innocent charm she had just glimpsed in Feng Jin was merely an illusion.

Feng Jin turned her head and suddenly called out, “Martial Aunt Shen!”

“Sixth Junior Sister, lying isn’t nice.”

“Nong’er.”

Bo Xuenong assumed Feng Jin was trying to trick her into letting go, but then a gentle “Nong’er” drifted from behind.

Instinctively, she released her grip. Feng Jin darted away like a wisp of smoke, vanishing without a trace. “Martial Aunt Shen, Eldest Senior Sister, Master is still waiting for me! I’ll head back now!”

Bo Xuenong smoothed her sleeve, forcing a smile as she turned around. As expected, Shen Yanting stood there.

Today, Shen Yanting wore a moon-white robe. Her icy gaze resembled a frigid, mist-shrouded pool, its unique radiance both captivating and perilous. That peculiar chill could draw one into an abyss, and Bo Xuenong found herself easily drawn in.

She glanced at him twice before quickly lowering her head and taking two steps forward. “Master, what are you doing here?”

“Passing by,” he replied again.

In the past, Bo Xuenong would have believed him. But after hearing Guan Caimei’s thoughts, she now perceived something different.

Thinking back to the scene where she had grabbed Feng Jin’s throat, she realized that from behind, it might have looked like she was trying to strangle her. Could Shen Yanting have mistaken her intentions and thought she was trying to kill Feng Jin?

Yesterday, when Shen Yanting had passed by and offered to accompany her to Warm Moon Hall, it had also coincided with a moment when she was contemplating killing a junior sister from the sect.

Was Shen Yanting truly monitoring her? Did her master follow her wherever she went?

Wouldn’t that be exhausting for him?

The Imperial Tranquility Sect lacked suitable surveillance techniques. Surely a major sect like the Cloudmist Sect must have methods for long-range observation?

Bo Xuenong felt a surge of anger at the Cloudmist Sect’s inadequacy. Her beautiful eyes stole a glance at Shen Yanting’s slender waist, and she grew increasingly dissatisfied with herself. Perhaps her master’s frailness was due to the stress of following her around. Reflecting on her five centuries of life at the Imperial Tranquility Sect, she realized she might have been going out too often.

I should stay indoors more often from now on… No, it’s better to continue practicing at Master’s courtyard daily. After all, my residence is still quite a distance from Master’s.

Guan Caimei had told her that Shen Yanting had abandoned her status as the Cloudmist Sect Leader’s direct disciple to accompany Bo Xuenong to this insignificant sect, all to secure a chance for her to live. A disciple with such extraordinary talent being confined to such a small sect was truly a waste. She needed to eliminate those who threatened Master as soon as possible, then beg Master to kill her. That way, Master could return to a position befitting her status and no longer have to worry about her.

The more Bo Xuenong considered this plan, the more convinced she became of its correctness. She immediately felt the urge to turn back and find Guan Caimei.

Just as she took a step, Shen Yanting gently tugged her back. “Nong’er, let’s go home.”

“Master,” Bo Xuenong said, fabricating an excuse, “I’m worried about Junior Sister. I want to check on her.”

“Nong’er.”

Shen Yanting didn’t respond to her words, simply calling her name softly.

Bo Xuenong pivoted her foot, yielding to Shen Yanting’s wishes, and left Phoenix Spirit Mountain.

Perhaps because she had resolved to die quickly, Bo Xuenong, who had always sought quiet companionship with Shen Yanting, suddenly became more talkative.

As she walked back, Bo Xuenong couldn’t resist tilting her head to look at Shen Yanting. “Will Master blame me for giving all the pills to Sixth Junior Sister?”

“No,” Shen Yanting replied in her usual calm tone, her expression unchanging.

It was difficult for Bo Xuenong to tell whether Shen Yanting was being sincere. She didn’t mind if Shen Yanting lied to her, but she worried about whether her master might be secretly angry with her.

If only I could hear Master’s thoughts, she thought.

Bo Xuenong still didn’t understand what triggered her ability to hear others’ thoughts. Was it specific people? Or perhaps proximity?

She instinctively leaned closer to Shen Yanting.

No sound.

Still no sound.

“Nong… Nong’er.”

Bo Xuenong, who desperately longed to hear her master’s thoughts, suddenly heard Shen Yanting call her name in a trembling voice—an unusual tone that made Bo Xuenong look up in confusion. “Master, what’s wrong?”

A faint blush spread across Shen Yanting’s snow-white face. Her breathing was slightly faster than usual, and her voice trembled slightly. “Nong’er, what are you doing?”

Only then did Bo Xuenong realize she had unconsciously pressed herself against Shen Yanting, her arms wrapped tightly around her waist, her ear pressed against her chest, and she was still leaning forward… Could Shen Yanting just kill me now?