The Beloved Master's Mad Dog Disciple - Chapter 7

Bo Xuenong’s eyes flickered rapidly, joy bubbling up within her.

She saw it clearly: Shen Yanting’s gaze had bypassed Feng Jin and landed on her. The words “just passing by” were meant for her ears alone, not as a response to Feng Jin.

Whether Shen Yanting was lying didn’t matter. What mattered was that those words were spoken solely for her.

Bo Xuenong’s mood instantly brightened. Even the frustration of encountering Shen Yanting here, without a chance to interrogate Guan Caimei, vanished completely. A radiant smile bloomed across her gentle face, drawing envious glances from Feng Yingbo nearby.

Feng Yingbo strode over and rapped Feng Jin sharply on the forehead, her tone disapproving. “Jin’er, why can’t you learn from your Eldest Senior Sister? Speak to Master with a gentler tone. I treat you no worse than Senior Sister Shen treats Xuenong, yet you always shout at me!”

“I don’t!” Feng Jin protested.

Feng Yingbo wasn’t about to let her off easily. Her slender finger continued to poke Feng Jin’s forehead. “Oh, you don’t? I heard you just now! Why can you speak so sweetly to Senior Sister Shen, but you’re always so impatient and loud with me?”

Feng Jin rubbed her forehead in frustration, glaring at Guan Caimei, who was leaning against the bed, watching her with amusement.

Bo Xuenong didn’t turn to look at Feng Jin; she had no desire to acknowledge Guan Caimei. However, Guan Caimei’s inner thoughts soon drifted toward her, making them impossible to ignore.

This new Master of mine is truly foolish, letting her disciple study under Bo Xuenong. That disciple already has a terrible personality; if she learns from Bo Xuenong, they’ll probably destroy the Imperial Tranquility Sect before the Nethergate Sect even needs to intervene! I thought only Bo Xuenong was crazy, but now there’s Feng Jin too. Is the feng shui of this sect cursed or something? Damn it! If I weren’t too weak to beat this brat right now, I’d make her pay. All I did was compliment Feng Yingbo’s beauty, and she attacked me! Still, it was a blessing in disguise—at least I ended up with a gorgeous Master! But it’s so strange… Feng Yingbo may not be as stunning as the Immortal Venerable, but she’s still a top-tier beauty. Given the author’s tendencies, how could a woman of her caliber die before even meeting the male lead? What a waste!

Guan Caimei remained as noisy as ever, spouting endless nonsense.

A torrent of thoughts flooded her mind, few of them truly important.

Just days ago, Guan Caimei had been fantasizing about Shen Yanting. Today, she was praising Feng Yingbo.

Bo Xuenong subtly turned her head to observe Feng Yingbo, who was currently scolding her disciple. Normally, she paid little attention to the appearances of anyone other than Shen Yanting, and even when she did glance at others, she rarely gave it much thought. But after Guan Caimei’s reminder, she realized Feng Yingbo was indeed quite attractive—though still far inferior to Shen Yanting.

Feng Yingbo lacked Shen Yanting’s cold, noble aura. She was petite, standing only a head taller than her ten-year-old disciple, Feng Jin. Her delicate, refined features belied her Nascent Soul cultivation level, and she exuded no imposing presence.

Even her scolding lacked authority, resembling more… more like coaxing.

Bo Xuenong found this inappropriate. A true master should be both dignified and revered, inspiring both love and fear in their disciples—just like Shen Yanting.

Bo Xuenong had her own strict standards for master-disciple relationships. By these standards, Feng Yingbo clearly fell short of being a proper master. Yet, strangely, Bo Xuenong couldn’t tear her gaze away from the way Feng Yingbo interacted with Feng Jin.

As she watched, she pondered the deeper meaning behind Guan Caimei’s words. Judging by Guan Caimei’s inner thoughts, it seemed she only recognized Shen Yanting and herself within the Imperial Tranquility Sect. The most likely explanation was that the book Guan Caimei frequently mentioned was written from the male protagonist’s perspective, completely omitting details about their lives within the sect. This would explain why she didn’t recognize Feng Yingbo and Feng Jin.

Yet Guan Caimei had claimed that Feng Jin was supposed to come down the mountain to retrieve them… Perhaps the book simply omitted Feng Yingbo entirely, perhaps only briefly mentioning the Imperial Tranquility Sect’s destruction at the hands of the Nethergate Sect and Feng Yingbo’s death in battle.

But why would the Nethergate Sect, one of the three great sects, bother with a small sect like the Imperial Tranquility Sect?

Could it be targeting Shen Yanting? Shen Yanting had once been the favored disciple of the Sect Leader of Cloudmist Sect, the foremost of the three great sects. It wouldn’t be surprising if she had enemies within the Nethergate Sect; after all, outstanding individuals often attract jealousy. It was only natural that her Master, being so exceptional, would be resented. But… they had to die.

The list of people she wanted to kill was growing longer.

If they were enemies, her Master wouldn’t mind if she took action, would she?

Bo Xuenong pressed her wrist, desperately suppressing the urge to let her smile vanish. She continued listening to Guan Caimei’s thoughts, which were growing increasingly depraved. Guan Caimei’s gaze had long since shifted from Feng Yingbo to Shen Yanting.

The Immortal Venerable is so much more beautiful! That face is absolutely stunning! If only I could have such a perfect face! Who wouldn’t want to see the High Mountain Flower fall from her pedestal? Shen Yanting looks so aloof and abstinent—I wonder what she’s like in bed? If the male lead can’t have her, I definitely can! Too bad Shen Yanting is so powerful; she must be at the Spirit Transformation Realm by now. I’m only at Core Formation. Maybe I should ally with the male lead? He’d definitely be smitten by my face. If I set the terms upfront, he might even share the Immortal Venerable with me out of pride! That would be heavenly!

Guan Caimei’s gaze at Shen Yanting was greedy and fervent, as if she were eyeing prey rather than a senior Elder of their Zong.

She not only coveted her Master but also plotted to defile her with others.

She deserves to die!

Bo Xuenong could no longer maintain her gentle smile. Her expression froze, her eyes gradually turning dangerous. Afraid Shen Yanting would notice, she quickly turned away, only to be caught full-on by Feng Jin.

Feng Jin shivered under Bo Xuenong’s sharp, cold gaze. Her long-dormant inner voice resurfaced:

Oh my god! That look is terrifying! Could Eldest Senior Sister really be holding a grudge against Feng Yingbo? Does she know Feng Yingbo won at chess? Impossible! Ah… maybe I should go to Feng Kan and dig out the Forbidden Art Manual to practice. If I learn a couple of concealment techniques, I could at least help Feng Yingbo escape when the time comes. Feng Yingbo is so stubborn—if she finds out Bo Xuenong wants to kill her, she’ll definitely demand an explanation. Would she even run with me?

Heh, no.

!!!

Wait, she heard two voices!

Ever since confirming she could hear Feng Jin’s thoughts, Bo Xuenong had listened with utmost focus, determined not to miss a single word. Though Feng Jin’s thoughts remained fragmented, Bo Xuenong could tell the final “no” had a different timbre—far colder and lacking Feng Jin’s usual timidity and fear.

Why was Feng Jin emitting two inner voices? And why did her thoughts vanish intermittently?

Bo Xuenong’s thoughts grew increasingly chaotic, but her gaze slowly calmed as it swept over Guan Caimei, until only one thought remained crystal clear: Kill her! Kill her!

Unable to suppress her murderous intent, she desperately avoided Shen Yanting’s gaze.

Shen Yanting still noticed her unease and gently placed a hand on Bo Xuenong’s shoulder. “Nong’er, what’s wrong?”

Bo Xuenong grasped Shen Yanting’s hand in return, pleading softly, “Master, I want to go back. Will you come with me?”

Guan Caimei’s inner voice continued to echo, and Bo Xuenong couldn’t guarantee she could restrain herself if she listened any longer. Nor did she want Shen Yanting to remain here, subjected to Guan Caimei’s predatory gaze. The best solution was to take her away.

She hoped Shen Yanting wouldn’t refuse her request.

At least… not today.

Bo Xuenong had always revered Shen Yanting as a divine being, wishing she could offer three sticks of incense daily in worship. She would never have dared to take her hand unbidden; even speaking to her required a formal bow. This sudden intimacy felt strange.

Shen Yanting gazed at the hand pressed tightly against the back of her own and nodded. “Alright.”