My Master Is a Great Dragon, Clinging to Me Every Day! - Chapter 13

She finally returned to her Tingyun Residence.

Xu Zhiyi planned to take inventory of exactly how much aid Master had given her, then divide everything up so she could use it in emergencies later.

But she had only just sorted out a few bottles of pills when a small bird flew in through the doorway. Its blue feathers were very beautiful. It stood by the window, preening the feathers on its body.

Its claws held a sheet of letter paper rolled into a cylinder. As the little bird landed by the window, the letter was tossed inside as well.

Hadn’t they said the original owner had a terrible relationship with her fellow sect members? Why would someone write her a letter? And why not use voice transmission?

It couldn’t possibly be someone dissing her, right?

After thinking it over, Xu Zhiyi felt that the highest possibility was that the paper had been soaked in poison. Maybe someone wanted to poison her to death.

She really was infamous. Now that was what you called credibility.

But she had not done anything recently, aside from provoking her master once. Xu Zhiyi formed hand seals and kept herself in a defensive state. Driven by curiosity, she still wanted to open the letter.

No, if she did not read this letter today, she would not be able to sleep no matter what. Her mind would be full of thoughts about this letter.

In order not to torment herself, Xu Zhiyi still decided to open it and see what exactly was inside.

A spell gently spread over the paper. Seeing that no strange gas was released from it, Xu Zhiyi let out a long breath. It seemed it was not sent to poison her.

Her gaze focused on the paper. There was a line of small characters written on it.

“Zhiyi, why have you not yet escaped from the Yunling Sword Sect?”

“Your husband is waiting for you… hiss…”

So disgusting!

Xu Zhiyi suddenly reacted. The person sending her secret letters and flirtatious hints by bird could not be that demonic cultivator from the original novel, right?

Because she felt she could not receive her master’s attention, the original owner began to fall and take the wrong path. Until one day, at the foot of the mountain, she met a masked man.

The man only met her briefly.

After Xu Zhiyi returned to the sect, the two of them began exchanging letters in tacit understanding. Since most cultivators used voice-transmission talismans, pigeons were something used by ordinary mortals.

Because of that, the disciples of the Yunling Sword Sect had not paid much attention. Besides, some newly admitted disciples also used carrier birds to send letters home to their families who did not understand magic, just to report that they were safe.

With only a few words, that man had bewitched the original owner until she was completely lost.

The main reason was that the man would patiently listen as the original owner complained about every trivial matter in the sect. She had no idea that she had already stepped into the demonic sect’s trap.

She had been lured in, step by step.

Because when Xu Zhiyi had read the novel before, this character had always been referred to by titles such as “the female lead’s eldest senior sister,” she had not paid much attention. She had even made guesses along the way.

A vicious minor supporting character like this probably would not last more than a few days before exiting the story.

She had not expected the author to suddenly lose their mind and write the supporting character’s name! Fine, that was one thing… but why did it have to be the same as hers?

It was a curse… a curse!

Xu Zhiyi originally wanted to rip the letter into scraps at once, but in the end, she forced herself to hold back. No. She could not let that demonic cultivator notice anything strange about her.

Maybe he would sneak into the sect in the middle of the night, kill her to silence her, then destroy the corpse and erase all traces.

How dangerous!

She had to be cautious. What if the person on the other side really was a lunatic?

“I’d better slow down first and not make this demonic cultivator suspicious.”

Sitting at the table, Xu Zhiyi looked at the little bird. She picked up the brush on the table and prepared to write, while pinching her nose with her other hand.

She felt like the words she was about to write would disgust even herself!

“Seeing these words is like seeing you…”

After carefully choosing her words for a long time, Xu Zhiyi finally imitated the lovesick thoughts of a young maiden. After reading it over several times and feeling there was nothing wrong with it, she placed the letter into a paper envelope and handed it back to the little bird.

Watching the blue bird leave her window, Xu Zhiyi finally let out a long breath.

No, it seemed she still could not neglect her spells. If she was caught one day, at least she could put up a fight. She would not die so humiliatingly!

Blood may flow, heads may fall, but the hairstyle must not be messed up.

…

For the remaining days of her punishment, Xu Zhiyi practiced seriously, but every time, she secretly did it alone in her room.

Did this count as secretly overworking herself?

No. In truth, she was afraid of dying.

More importantly, if she practiced swordsmanship outside, it definitely would not match her original identity. Who would believe that a senior disciple who slept until the sun was high every day would suddenly become this diligent?

Furthermore, aside from Master herself being able to persuade her, even if that girl He Fengyue came, it would not work.

Although He Fengyue was the female lead.

Right now, Xu Zhiyi was still Master’s eldest disciple, and He Fengyue did not dare go too far.

“Phew… these cultivation techniques really are useful.”

Xu Zhiyi felt that her waist no longer ached, her legs no longer hurt, and she could climb to the top of Mount Tai in one breath.

Then Xu Zhiyi performed a sword flourish.

The sword moved with lively elegance. Water-colored ripples rose layer after layer, lingering around the blade. Under the sunlight, they became clear and sparkling.

The blade turned, and a faint stream of water vapor attacked the candle on the table. In an instant, the candle was cut into two pieces.

It rolled across the vermilion table and fell to the ground with a clatter.

The move changed again. Xu Zhiyi pressed two fingers together, stepped forward, and poured spiritual energy into the blade. She gently brushed her fingers over the sword’s body, letting spiritual energy fill every part of the blade.

“Rise!”

With a soft shout, Xu Zhiyi saw that in the direction the blade pointed, the two broken candle pieces really floated up and gradually fused into one.

They were restored as before.

“It finally worked!”

This move, Withered Wood Meets Spring, was the technique she had practiced the longest and found the hardest. She had not expected to actually succeed today.

Xu Zhiyi slid the blade back into its sheath, then picked up the candle from the table and examined it carefully. There was basically no major difference to be seen, except for a faint mark at the point where it had reconnected.

But it could be used normally.

Xu Zhiyi then gathered energy in her palm and took out a talisman hidden in her storage ring. This was something she had secretly learned on her own recently. She had found a book about basic talisman spells in the original owner’s room.

Although Xu Zhiyi had been rather clumsy when she first started using them, the original owner’s cultivation level was still there. In many areas, her body retained muscle memory, allowing her to figure things out without a teacher.

After watching once or twice, she could use them skillfully. However, it was obvious that the original owner had been stuck at the late Foundation Establishment stage for a long time.

Xu Zhiyi herself could feel the blockage in her meridians. It seemed that when the time came, she would need to find a technique for clearing meridians and study it carefully, or use another method to break through.

For now, however, the most important thing was to become familiar with the everyday spells of the cultivation world.

She tossed the yellow paper forward. When the talisman approached the candle, it burned on its own. In an instant, the candle was lit by the flame, and with a bang, the fire suddenly grew huge.

Xu Zhiyi quickly took out another talisman paper. Pressing two fingers together, she combined it with the water vapor she had gathered and sent it out. An extremely cold energy condensed within the talisman, instantly turning into a sharp ice blade that cut straight through the candlewick flame. The fierce fire immediately dimmed.

She clapped her hands.

It seemed the results of her recent hard work were quite effective.