My Master Is a Great Dragon, Clinging to Me Every Day! - Chapter 19

This was the first time she had stepped onto Master’s sword.

The feeling was like stepping onto the motorcycle of some flashy street punk. But… Master’s sword was actually quite beautiful, much prettier than her own.

Patterns like cracked ice spread across the blade. When she stepped onto it, she could feel a cold wind rushing beneath her.

Because she had developed a good habit of wearing seatbelts since childhood, Xu Zhiyi lightly gripped a corner of Master’s robe and watched the scenery below flash rapidly past her eyes.

Without realizing it, she tightened her grip on Master’s robe and closed her eyes. If she fell from here, she would probably smash into tomato paste!

“We are almost there. Yi’er, are you nervous?”

An Chengxi could naturally feel Xu Zhiyi’s nervous movements behind her.

“I’m… I’m fine.”

She was not scared at all.

Xu Zhiyi raised her head and decided never to look down again. As long as she did not see it, then she was not afraid.

Who said she was scared?

“That is good. I thought Yi’er was frightened.”

As soon as those words were spoken, Xu Zhiyi felt the speed increase a little. Her body trembled several times, and she hurriedly grabbed onto An Chengxi, almost unable to breathe.

Master couldn’t be doing this on purpose, right?!

So bad. This evil dragon.

One day, she would definitely grab that little tail of hers, tug it hard a few times, and then smack her on the butt.

Xu Zhiyi began fantasizing inwardly.

“We are almost at the plaza. Be careful.”

The speed of the flying sword gradually slowed. An Chengxi leapt down, tapping her toes lightly in the air several times before landing lightly on the ground.

The plaza was packed with people, all disciples of the Yunling Sword Sect. There were many outer disciples and nominal disciples here today to participate in the competition.

However, this was only the first round. Those who were drawn first would go onstage first.

Xu Zhiyi, who still was not used to flying on a sword, staggered a few steps and got down from the flying sword, her feet landing on the blue stone tiles of the sect plaza.

A white robe, along with that orchid fragrance, arrived in front of her. Slender fingers wrapped around Xu Zhiyi’s waist.

“Thank you… Master.”

So annoying. This person was definitely doing it on purpose.

Xu Zhiyi wore a smile on her face, but in her heart, she was already like a cat with all its fur standing on end. Could Master have found her amusing and was now deliberately teasing her own disciple?

What kind of master was this?

“There is no need to be so polite with Master. Come.”

“Master will send you inside.”

Before entering the arena, every disciple’s magical tools had to be checked. Anything coated in deadly poison or capable of causing fatal injury was not allowed.

This was to avoid mistakes in the arena that might injure fellow disciples.

Yes, it was just like checking whether anyone had brought cheat sheets before an exam.

When Xu Zhiyi walked inside, she saw a young disciple squatting outside with a blue-covered book in hand.

Her gaze landed on the cover, and she paid careful attention for a moment.

How to Learn Intermediate Fire Spells Within One Shichen…?

How could there be such a last-minute cramming item? Reading it would not help at all, right? Who had written this book to scam people out of spirit stones?

That was way too black-hearted.

A way to make money… a way to make money!

Xu Zhiyi secretly took note of it in her heart. If one day she really could not afford to eat, she could use this trick to make a comeback.

The dusty-looking woman squatting in the corner lifted her head and happened to meet Xu Zhiyi’s bright, springlike face. She looked like a lotus newly blooming in summer, graceful and elegant.

Xu Zhiyi was dressed as an inner disciple, so naturally, within the entire Yunling Sword Sect, she was an extremely respected existence.

Most of the people who looked down on Xu Zhiyi were the direct disciples of elders, favored children of heaven—and that was limited to inner disciples.

To insignificant outer disciples and nominal disciples like them, who could be cleared out at any time, Xu Zhiyi was an unreachable existence.

Xu Zhiyi was Lord Hanshan’s eldest disciple.

On the side of her blue inner disciple robe, near her chest, hung a rectangular pendant belonging to Shuanghan Peak. It had a golden frame, with a red sun above and the continuous peaks of Shuanghan below, the mountains rendered in silver-white.

She wore a silver hair crown, with a silver hairpin inserted horizontally through it. At her waist hung a plain sword.

With her late Foundation Establishment cultivation, she could still be considered spirited and impressive.

The woman’s eyes were filled with envy.

Several other outer disciples backed away, afraid of touching Xu Zhiyi.

After all, Xu Zhiyi’s bad reputation was well known. She was famously difficult to provoke, and she especially liked bullying nominal disciples and outer disciples.

The reason she did not bully servant disciples was probably because servant disciples stayed at the foot of the mountain and were not often seen.

“Greetings, Lord Hanshan!”

The moment Master stepped inside, all the disciples in the hall cupped their fists and bowed in unison.

“No need for such ceremony.”

She responded to the disciples only faintly, then reached out and tapped Xu Zhiyi on the tip of her nose, a small smile curving her lips.

“Hurry inside for your inspection. I will wait for you in the viewing seats.”

“Mm, I know.”

The tip of her nose felt a little itchy.

Xu Zhiyi felt as if she were a kitten being teased. But… in front of so many disciples, she did not dare act out.

“So that is Lord Hanshan… she really is beautiful.”

“She truly lives up to her reputation!”

Looking at the retreating figure in the azure-blue robe, the people in the hall all began to sigh in admiration.

They had originally thought they would not see any elders here and would only have a chance to glimpse their true appearances once they reached the arena.

They had not expected to see one here.

A few direct disciples looked disdainful, crossing their arms while holding their swords.

“What, does that waste not even know how to fly on her own sword anymore? She even needs her master to send her?”

“Exactly. Xu Zhiyi, you useless thing, how do you still have the nerve to be Lord Hanshan’s eldest disciple?”

Both of their tones carried provocation.

Who in the sect did not know?

Lord Hanshan had been the former sect leader’s most valued youngest disciple. Before his death, he had given nearly all the pills, magical tools, sword formulas, and cultivation techniques he had accumulated over half his life to Lord Hanshan.

Even if Lord Hanshan had no interest in raising disciples, any magical tool she casually gave away would still be something many Golden Core cultivators could only look up to from afar.

Why was it this same old speech again?

No creativity at all. Aside from calling her a waste, what else could these people do?

Xu Zhiyi picked at her ear with her little finger and raised her brows. Imitating their posture, she crossed one arm over her chest and looked at the two of them with contempt.

“How noisy. Do you only know how to say that one sentence?”

The insignia hanging in front of their chests was a blazing flame. They were probably people from Blazing Flame Peak.

“Interesting, Xu Zhiyi. You actually dare talk back now? Back then, you couldn’t even successfully curry favor with our eldest senior brother, but now you’ve grown a spine?”

“Yo, what’s this? Did facing the wall make your brain stupid?”

“Hahahahahahaha!”

After they finished laughing,

Xu Zhiyi raised her finger and snapped it. A splash of water burst open in front of them, instantly drenching both of them from head to toe.

The water did not cause any damage. It only soaked their clothes and hair completely, leaving them standing in the disciples’ hall like drenched chickens, looking utterly miserable.

Seeing the two senior brothers looking so ridiculous, laughter erupted all around.