The Cub I Raised Turned Out to Be a Reborn Boss (GL) - Chapter 5

Lingshan Town is located less than twenty miles outside the $\text{Yuqing}$ $\text{Sect}$.

Although it was just a town, because of its proximity to the $\text{Yuqing}$ $\text{Sect}$, it was exceptionally prosperous, even having more people than some large cities.

Many people came every day hoping to become disciples of the $\text{Yuqing}$ $\text{Sect}$. Besides stalls selling mortal goods, the streets even had two shops selling spiritual artifacts: $\text{Thousand}$ $\text{Soldier}$ $\text{Pavilion}$ and $\text{Splendid}$ $\text{Embroidery}$ $\text{Shop}$.

The moment Jiang Yixue pulled Song Xi onto the street, they attracted attention.

Jiang Yixue had an aloof demeanor. Her dark hair was styled with a viridian jade hairpin, her blue robe fluttered like a butterfly, and her light-ink glazed eyes showed a slight detachment. The other, Song Xi, although young, had a vibrant purple robe that did not diminish her radiant beauty. Her slightly upturned phoenix eyes were exquisitely attractive, a beauty of disastrous levels.

Both of them possessed captivating looks that made it hard for people to look away.

Seeing the two enter the $\text{Splendid}$ $\text{Embroidery}$ $\text{Shop}$, everyone immediately understood their identities. Those who could afford spiritual artifacts were either disciples of the $\text{Yuqing}$ $\text{Sect}$ or people who came to seek apprenticeship with the $\text{Yuqing}$ $\text{Sect}$. Cultivators were not people they could afford to provoke.

The middle-aged man sitting idly behind the counter, looking about forty or fifty, had a notable fluctuation of spiritual energy around him, clearly also a cultivator.

He looked up, saw Jiang Yixue, and greeted them with a cheerful smile: “What would the young ladies like to buy?”

Suddenly, he asked in surprise, “Is the dress this young lady is wearing made of $\text{Jiao}$ $\text{shao}$ (Merfolk Silk)? That is truly a priceless treasure…”

Although this was a small town, the $\text{Splendid}$ $\text{Embroidery}$ $\text{Shop}$ had countless branches across the continent and did a very large business, so the middle-aged man had good discernment.

As soon as he saw the $\text{Jiao}$ $\text{shao}$, he couldn’t take his eyes off it, leaning closer to look at Song Xi: “Tsk tsk, such a beautiful dress, such a beautiful person…”

Song Xi’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of danger flashed in her phoenix eyes. In her previous life, anyone who dared to harbor covetous thoughts toward her was utterly annihilated.

“Little sister, which beautiful dress do you like? Just pick one…”

Before he could finish his sentence, his hand reached out towards Song Xi. It seemed like he was trying to touch the dress, but it was actually aimed directly at Song Xi.

But he didn’t succeed. Just as he stretched out his hand, his chest was suddenly struck by a fierce palm wind. He couldn’t help but stagger back seven or eight steps.

The sudden burst of wind-attribute spiritual energy was as sharp as a blade, stinging the skin between his eyebrows. He quickly cried out, “I was wrong, I was wrong! Please spare me, young ladies…”

When he looked up, a sharp, dark-blue blade of condensed spiritual energy hovered between his eyebrows. It only needed to stab three inches to take his life. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

His voice was slightly trembling: “That… young lady, I just wanted to look at the clothes on her. Please don’t misunderstand.”

“Look?” Jiang Yixue scoffed, “I think you have ill intentions. I’m telling you, if there’s a next time, watch your life.”

With that, the dark-blue sharp blade suspended in mid-air slowly dissipated. Jiang Yixue said coldly, “Send the proprietress out. Disappear from my sight.”

A young woman rushed out from the back courtyard, her long hair simply pinned up with a wooden hairpin, as modest as a farm woman. She dried the water off her hands on her apron and apologized repeatedly: “Miss Jiang, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, my father offended you.”

Then, the proprietress glared at the middle-aged man: “Miss Jiang is here, and you don’t even call me out. What are you still standing here for? Haven’t you disgraced yourself enough?”

The proprietress was the true manager of the $\text{Splendid}$ $\text{Embroidery}$ $\text{Shop}$. The man was her father. The proprietress was good in all respects, but her father was a lecherous scoundrel. Because of the proprietress’s reputation, people in the town had caught the pervert many times but never dealt with him harshly.

Due to the blood relation, the proprietress had no choice. She never expected him to be so brazen today, daring to misbehave in front of Jiang Yixue.

The proprietress chased her father away, changed her expression to a smile, and said, “Miss Jiang, we have a new batch of goods from the $\text{Heavenly}$ $\text{Dream}$ $\text{Palace}$. Would you like to take a look?”

Compared to the $\text{Yuqing}$ $\text{Sect}$, the $\text{Heavenly}$ $\text{Dream}$ $\text{Palace}$ was only a second-rate sect, but its reputation was quite prominent.

This was because the $\text{Heavenly}$ $\text{Dream}$ $\text{Palace}$ raised a group of $\text{Heavenly}$ $\text{Dream}$ $\text{Ice}$ $\text{Silkworms}$. The fabric woven from the silkworms’ threads was smooth and lustrous, and when made into magic robes, they looked particularly beautiful.

However, the toughness of $\text{Heavenly}$ $\text{Dream}$ $\text{Ice}$ $\text{Silk}$ was generally mediocre, and the grade of the resulting magic robes wasn’t high, completely incomparable to the $\text{Purple}$ $\text{Light}$ $\text{Flowing}$ $\text{Moon}$ $\text{Robe}$ Song Xi was wearing.

There were only two types of people who bought $\text{Heavenly}$ $\text{Silkworm}$ silk magic robes: those who couldn’t afford higher grades, and those who bought a pile to wear in rotation. If they had more suitable, personal, protective soft armor, the outer clothes were just for beauty.

Clearly, Jiang Yixue belonged to the latter.

Jiang Yixue nodded: “Alright, bring them all out for me to see.”

Jiang Yixue suddenly realized that Song Xi hadn’t spoken since that man’s indecent proposal began.

While the proprietress went to count the clothes, she pulled Song Xi to a seat and softened her tone: “I’m sorry, Xi Xi. I didn’t know the person watching the shop today was a pervert. Were you scared?”

Song Xi shook her head but kept her eyes lowered and remained silent. The spiritual energy in her body was a bit restless at the moment, stinging her meridians with pain. A faint metallic taste of blood rose in her throat. Clearly, her current cultivation was still unable to control the $\text{Youming}$ $\text{Secret}$ $\text{Tome}$.

When that man reached out to her just now, she instinctively began to run the secret technique in her mind, wanting to counterattack.

Who knew that before she could strike, Jiang Yixue had intervened first.

She didn’t understand why Jiang Yixue would save her. In that moment, she had even decided that the man was deliberately hired by Jiang Yixue to humiliate her.

But Jiang Yixue acted even more furious than her. If it hadn’t been for consideration of the proprietress, that man would probably be a corpse at Jiang Yixue’s hands right now.

Seeing Song Xi remain silent, Jiang Yixue grew more anxious. She reached out and embraced Song Xi, slowly coaxing her in a tone used for a child: “Don’t be afraid. Senior $\text{Sister}$ is here. As long as $\text{Senior}$ $\text{Sister}$ is here, no one can hurt you.”

When Jiang Yixue came before, she was always personally received by the proprietress and didn’t know about this man.

When this scene unfolded before her, she was genuinely very angry.

Being lustful was one thing, but this man actually extended his hand toward a child who was only ten years old.

In her previous life, one of Jiang Yixue’s close girlfriends was sexually assaulted in elementary school. After that, she was left with psychological trauma, developed bipolar disorder, and attempted to jump off a building several times. Fortunately, she slowly recovered with the help of friends.

As her friend, Jiang Yixue knew deeply what kind of damage such a perverted man could bring to a person’s life.

Pedophiles were even more despicable than scoundrels. If it hadn’t been in front of Song Xi, she would have had the urge to kill just now.

Song Xi suppressed the restless spiritual energy in her body, then heard Jiang Yixue say she would protect her.

She didn’t respond immediately. Under her slightly lowered eyelashes, her beautiful phoenix eyes held a complex look.

In the vast Three Realms, no one in her previous life had ever said those words. The one who was best to her was Xue Qiancheng, who finally stood up for justice for her.

And in this life, Song Xi never expected that these words would be spoken by Jiang Yixue.

Song Xi didn’t know how much sincerity there was in them, nor did she know how much she should believe.

Jiang Yixue’s embrace carried a faint, clear fragrance. The incense she usually used was the cold scent of winter plum blossoms in the snow. After being warmed by Jiang Yixue’s body temperature, it carried a bit of warmth, as if the snow had melted and the winter plum was soaking in the snowmelt, making it soft and gentle.

Song Xi lightly pursed her lips. She absolutely would not admit that Jiang Yixue smelled good. So she resolutely pushed away Jiang Yixue’s arm: “Senior $\text{Sister}$, I’m fine. I’m not scared anymore.”

Jiang Yixue was still very worried. Song Xi’s small body sat up straight, obviously still afraid to raise her head, yet pretending nothing had happened. Her soft, gentle hair was ruffled in Jiang Yixue’s embrace, making her look a little pitiful.

Jiang Yixue instantly felt even more heartache, regretting that she hadn’t beaten that perverted man fiercely just now.

The proprietress walked over just then and said cautiously, “Miss Jiang, these items in this catalog are all new arrivals…”

She was not her good-for-nothing father. As the manager of a branch of the $\text{Splendid}$ $\text{Embroidery}$ $\text{Shop}$, the proprietress knew even better what Jiang Yixue’s identity represented.

The sole direct disciple of the $\text{Yuqing}$ $\text{Sect}$ $\text{Master}$, Xue Qiancheng. In the Three Realms, there were very few people of the younger generation whose status was higher than hers. Even if she, in a fit of rage, smashed this branch of the $\text{Splendid}$ $\text{Embroidery}$ $\text{Shop}$, the people above probably wouldn’t say anything.

Jiang Yixue turned her head and said to Song Xi in a gentle tone, “Xi Xi will definitely look beautiful in these clothes. Would you like to try them on?”

All girls liked pretty little dresses, and Jiang Yixue also thought it might be better to distract Song Xi now.

“Is Miss Jiang buying them for this young lady?” The proprietress understood. With her discernment, she quickly selected a dozen items from the catalog. Then, she pointed in the air, and spiritual power wrapped around the selected clothes, dropping them onto the nearby table. Soon, the pile was huge.

The proprietress smiled brightly: “I think all of these are very suitable for the little sister. Would you like to try them all on?”

Song Xi finally suppressed the restless spiritual energy within her body, and the crimson color in her eyes slowly receded.

Song Xi looked up at the clothes piled up like a mountain in front of her… then turned to look at Jiang Yixue with some astonishment: “This… this many?”

So, the man wasn’t Jiang Yixue’s way of disgusting her. This pile of colorful clothes was.

Jiang Yixue frowned slightly. There was still a slight redness in Song Xi’s eyes. She clearly looked like she was about to cry from grievance just now, but she held it back… How could such a small girl be so sensible and so lovable…

She must protect Xi Xi from being bullied. Jiang Yixue nodded secretly in her heart, even those male scumbags won’t do. Her little Xi Xi brand of tender cabbage must be watched closely and not be rooted up by those few people.

Seeing that Song Xi seemed to be trying to save her face, Jiang Yixue was touched and quickly said, “Not too many, not too many. If we don’t try them on properly, how will we know which one looks better? The proprietress is right. Try on each one, and we can pick out the most suitable.”

Song Xi: “…”

Jiang Yixue’s gaze was entirely focused on the pile of clothes, and she secretly nodded to herself. As expected, no little girl could refuse shopping. It seemed she should take Song Xi to buy beautiful clothes more often in the future. Not only would it make Song Xi happy, but she could also admire “Miracle Xi Xi” at all times.

If she didn’t consider the $\text{BE}$ of possibly dying at the hands of the male leads in the future, this would simply be the most wonderful life—

Song Xi frowned inwardly. The dignified $\text{Youming}$ $\text{King}$ had now been reduced to a mere plaything, trying on clothes for others to admire… This kind of thing was truly challenging her bottom line as a former supreme power.

The proprietress was still feeling guilty about the previous poor service and quickly picked out a pink dress, unfolding it in front of Song Xi: “Little sister, why don’t you try this one first? It has little embroidered butterflies on it, it’s very pretty.”

It was a pink dress. The shoulders of the upper body were adorned with two layers of delicate tulle that shimmered dreamily when moved. A few butterflies, wings poised for flight, rested on the fine tulle, gently trembling as the proprietress unfolded the dress.

Pink? This was a color the $\text{Youming}$ $\text{King}$ would never wear.

But when Song Xi’s gaze shifted to the little butterflies on the shoulders, a strange thought suddenly arose in her mind: It’s actually not that ugly. It’s even a tiny bit cute, but only a tiny bit…