My Master Is a Great Dragon, Clinging to Me Every Day! - Chapter 3

Several disciples in blue robes walked along the corridor outside the hall. Green plants rippled like waves, and when the cool breeze blew past, it carried an intoxicating fragrance.

“Xu Zhiyi is messing with us on purpose, isn’t she?”

“Didn’t she say yesterday that Lord Hanshan was a giant snake? She was so frantic, insisting on dragging us to find the sect leader.”

The man crossed his arms, extremely annoyed.

“Ah, Little Junior Brother, don’t be so anxious. I think there’s definitely something fishy going on here.”

“Let’s wait and observe for a few days first. If that woman Xu Zhiyi really is playing us, then we’ll teach her a lesson when the time comes.”

Holding his sword and resting it against his neck, the man made a throat-slitting gesture and even pursed his lips.

“Gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah!”

“Senior Brother, you really are insightful. Let’s observe for a few days first and see what kind of medicine she’s selling in that gourd.”

That drake-like laugh was so unpleasant to hear.

Standing not far away, Xu Zhiyi rolled her eyes. Did these people really think she was blind and deaf?

Xu Zhiyi had a slight impression of the names of those people just now, mainly because one of them had a piece of high-quality jade hanging from his waist, so green it looked as though it was dripping.

Weren’t these the school-bully F4 from the original novel?

They were cannon fodder, just like her.

However, they were slightly higher-level cannon fodder. In short, they were among the many minor villains.

They had caused the male and female leads plenty of embarrassment in the early stages.

Earlier, relying on her guilty conscience, stuttering, and a whole round of explanations, Xu Zhiyi had barely managed to defend herself.

She had thought that her master had truly forgiven her, but in the end, An Chengxi merely waved her sleeve and disappeared on the spot.

With a wave of her sleeve, she left without taking a single cloud with her.

Fine. People in the Soul Formation stage could do whatever they wanted.

Today was her first day after transmigrating into the book.

Do not cause trouble. Endure whatever can be endured.

She had undergone professional training, after all.

Secretly cheering herself on, Xu Zhiyi clenched her fists and patted herself up and down. Sure enough, she found quite a few things on her body.

At last, she finally understood the wonderful feeling of being a poor student with excellent stationery.

She pulled out two Qiankun pouches.

Xu Zhiyi opened them and took a look. There were many things inside. Even the original owner’s sword was in there.

A Qiankun pouch could hold many things. Xu Zhiyi directly took the sword out of the pouch. The feeling was actually quite marvelous.

Holding the light sword in her hand, she noticed for some reason that there was a faint layer of dust on it, as though no one had touched it in a long time.

Could it be that the original owner was too lazy to practice swordsmanship?

But wasn’t there a bit too much dust on it? The main theme here was clearly lying flat and letting everyone else work themselves to death.

Xu Zhiyi wiped away the dust with her finger.

Curious, she drew the sword from its sheath. With a crisp swish, the blade rang clearly, and a faint mist of water condensed on the sword’s body.

A water spiritual root.

Xu Zhiyi immediately understood. It was all because the original novel had never clearly written this before. She snapped her fingers.

A small splash of pale-blue water blossomed open. Mist fell onto the bridge of her nose, cold and refreshing.

As expected of a good sword.

Even after being left like this, it had not rusted.

Unfortunately, she had only just transmigrated here and still did not know how to fly on a sword. She could only regretfully hold the hilt and prepare to put the sword back into its sheath.

But the sword seemed unwilling.

It turned directly in another direction.

It carried Xu Zhiyi flying out. Before she had time to react, she had already been taken into the air by this sword. Strong wind scraped past her ears.

It whistled loudly.

Quite a few strands of black hair by her temples were blown loose.

The light sword in her hand suddenly tossed upward. The force was so great that it flung Xu Zhiyi’s entire body into the air, leaving her suspended above the ground.

And in those few seconds—

This light sword seemed extremely sensible. It swiftly turned around and arrived beneath Xu Zhiyi’s feet, catching its master steadily.

“It’s actually… this spiritual?”

Patting her chest, Xu Zhiyi did not feel as frightened as she had imagined. Instead, she laughed.

This sword seemed to be a divine artifact.

She really did not understand why the original owner was so blind to treasures, throwing it into a pile of miscellaneous junk. Although judging from appearances alone, it was indeed somewhat plain and unimpressive.

But people could not be defined by their appearance, right?

It flew more steadily than she had imagined. The sword seemed to know very clearly which peak Xu Zhiyi lived on. Layers of mountains overlapped before her eyes, with jagged rocks standing everywhere.

Within the sect, many pavilions and buildings were scattered between the peaks, forming a breathtaking scene.

In just a moment, they arrived at Shuanghan Peak.

Compared with the other places she had seen earlier, this place was indeed somewhat desolate, but it also seemed quiet and peaceful.

At the entrance stood two lush green pine trees and a round arched gate. Once she walked through it, there was a bluestone path.

Along both sides of the path were stone lanterns. Moss had grown thickly in the cracks between the bluestones. Xu Zhiyi took a breath of air. The mountain wind was sharp and cold, yet it made her lungs feel clear and refreshed.

“Greetings, Senior Sister Xu!”

Just as she put away the sword—this time, it was obedient and did not resist—Xu Zhiyi heard someone calling her from the entrance in a childish voice.

“Senior Sister Xu, Master instructed us to watch you and not allow you to take even half a step out of your own courtyard.”

The one speaking to her was a little girl dressed like a child. She looked only around ten or so. She wore the simplest dark-blue cloth robe of a nominal disciple.

When she spoke to Xu Zhiyi, she even seemed a little timid.

Xu Zhiyi lightly coughed and put on a stern expression. In her mind, she set up a blackboard and deeply reminded herself that she had to maintain the image of a tiny vicious supporting character.

“I understand. Junior Sister, please lead the way.”

For now, she should go into seclusion for a few days and observe the situation. If she acted recklessly right away, she probably would not even know how she died.

“Oh, all right, Senior Sister.”

The little junior sister quickly turned around, afraid that if she looked at Xu Zhiyi for even one more second, Xu Zhiyi would start waving her hands and say something strange about gouging out her eyeballs.

After crossing a small bridge, they passed a pond filled with plump, chubby koi. The koi swam around happily, occasionally floating up to the surface to take a fierce breath.

Then they dove back down.

When Xu Zhiyi saw the chubby bodies of those koi, she shook her head. Excessive pampering was inadvisable. If the children kept getting fatter, they might sink to the bottom of the pond one day.

“We’re here, Senior Sister… I’ll keep watch outside.”

“Master said…”

Before she could finish speaking, Xu Zhiyi waved her hand, indicating that there was no need to continue.

“I know. Go do what you need to do.”

For someone naturally born with a funny bone, pretending to be cold and aloof was really taking her life. When Xu Zhiyi saw those chubby koi earlier, she had almost held back so hard she suffered internal injuries.

She lifted her head at a forty-five-degree angle and gazed up at the sky, putting on an expression of deep reflection.

At the same time, she used the corner of her eye to check whether the little junior sister had gone far away. Sure enough, the little junior sister clearly did not dare provoke her and obediently went outside the courtyard gate to guard Xu Zhiyi’s small courtyard.

Now, Xu Zhiyi finally had time to look over the place where she lived. It was actually even better than she had imagined. As expected, the simplified details that an author could not fully describe could only be seen clearly after transmigrating into the book.

She turned her head and looked at the plaque above the courtyard.

On it, three large characters were written in bold, soaring strokes.

Tingyun Residence.