CHAPTER 828: CHAPTER 832: MASTER’S MIGHT (10)

"Stupid master, bad master...bad master, stupid master...."

The Sect Leader worriedly stroked his own beard, accidentally pulling out a beautiful strand of it.

But he didn’t care, his heartache was all focused on the flower bud in Leng Piaopiao’s hand.

Finally unable to bear it anymore, the Sect Leader dryly spoke, "Piaopiao, can you stop plucking my luminous peonies? I’ve nurtured these plants for so long, and you’re ruining them...it really pains me."

Leng Piaopiao pouted, dissatisfied, "Uncle Master, I just picked a few flowers and you’re already heartbroken. These aren’t even special breeds."

"When my master comes, let him give you something in exchange."

The Sect Leader’s waist immediately stopped hurting, his legs no longer ached, and the wound in his heart healed instantly.

He chuckled, "Pick, pick, pick a few more, Uncle Master won’t say a word."

In the whole Wuwei Sect, no one was as wealthy as Changli. After all, her master had ascended and become a Great Power.

Most of his private treasures, except for a small portion given to the sect, were given to Changli, his only disciple.

So anything from Changli must be of premium quality.

Leng Piaopiao was sullen, and when talking to the Sect Leader, she was absent-minded. Her entire attention was at the Mountain Gate. Anyone with eyes could see who she was eagerly waiting for.

The Sect Leader chuckled and stroked his beard again, but when he turned around, his brows knitted into a furrow.

Is this master-disciple duo perhaps too close?

Leng Piaopiao’s wistful appearance was exactly like the "wishing stone" described in mortal storytales.

But soon the Sect Leader stopped such terrifying thoughts.

He gently tapped the back of his own head, shaking it with guilt.

What was he thinking? Changli only has this one small disciple, she must be protected like the apple of one’s eye. In the Cultivation World, the master-disciple relationship is even closer than the father-son or father-daughter bond in the mortal world.

After all, the bonds of father and son, or father and daughter in the mortal world, last only a brief century’s time, whereas here...a hundred years, a thousand years.

So being accepted as a disciple by a master is equivalent to being sheltered under their wings.

Just for the sake of giving Changli face, he must satisfy this little ancestor.

However, he had other plans, it was clear that Leng Piaopiao would soon advance to the Divinity Transformation Stage and become a Daoist Lord, without a doubt.

As long as she doesn’t fall prematurely, with Changli by her side as a protector, the Sect Leader isn’t worried at all.

"Why hasn’t my master arrived yet? Uncle Master, did you really send someone to inform him? Could they be pretending to comply while actually disobeying...." Leng Piaopiao was very anxious from waiting.

Thinking about how she left, and her master and Su Li staying alone in one room, she felt uncomfortable and full of regret.

The Sect Leader’s mouth twitched, as he warmly joked, "Little Piaopiao, why do you never grow up? Being so clingy to your master isn’t right...."

"Who says I’m small? I’ve grown up, I’m a big girl now, I can even...." Leng Piaopiao’s rebuttal was so sharp that even the Sect Leader found it puzzling.

Thinking about it, he quickly understood, and winked at Leng Piaopiao, "No more, Uncle Master won’t say anymore. There are plenty of young and promising men in our sect. If you fancy one, just let Uncle Master know.... And in the other nearby sects, there are quite a few of your peers that are pretty decent. I could introduce you to them someday...."

Upon seeing a figure in white appear, not only did the Sect Leader’s topic not cease, but he spoke even more enthusiastically.

"Changli, you’re here. I was just talking to Piaopiao about...."

Before the Sect Leader could finish, Leng Piaopiao anxiously interrupted, "Uncle Master, don’t speak carelessly, I didn’t mean that."

Hearing this, Su Xuan, with a father’s mentality, instinctively felt displeased.

He was about to tell the Sect Leader not to worry, as his little disciple was still young, and female cultivators are most easily distracted by indulgence and emotional desires, which can hinder their path to enlightenment. He didn’t want his carefully nurtured disciple to be constrained by this.

But as he was about to speak, Su Li’s nonsensical words inconveniently echoed in his mind.

Leng Piaopiao had already grown; in the mortal world, she could already be a mother.

Are you afraid I’ll expose the scandal between you and your disciple...master-disciple incest....

This absurd idea was something he couldn’t comprehend. Why would Su Li imagine such a thing?

This was his first time being a master, perhaps his last, so he gave everything he could think of to Piaopiao.

Besides, when he was traveling, Piaopiao’s parents died because of him. Just her lovable nature made him willingly want to bring everything good to her.

But, isn’t that what all masters do? Is there a problem with it?

Why did Su Li become so fixated?

Her words were like a vicious curse, lingering in his mind, causing him to be inevitably influenced.

He swallowed back the words of refusal, with a cold face, lightly nodding, "Arrange it as you see fit, as long as it doesn’t delay her cultivation."

Leng Piaopiao saw her master’s happy and joyful heart as if doused with a bucket of cold water, from head to toe.

She had never realized her voice could be this sharp, "Master, what are you talking about?"

"Are you annoyed by me and don’t want me by your side?"

Cold tears streaked down Leng Piaopiao’s face, looking incredibly pitiful, even making Su Xuan heart soften.

Forget it, she’s still just a child.

Su Xuan: ".....if you really don’t want to, master won’t force you."

Leng Piaopiao immediately broke into a smile, like a little bunny leaping into her master’s cool fragrant embrace, looking up and acting spoiled, "Master is the best."

Su Xuan embraced Leng Piaopiao as usual and turned to look at the Sect Leader. The softness in his face due to his little disciple was once again replaced by coldness as he said, "Senior Brother, there’s no need to meddle."

Sect Leader: "....." Great, he’s worked uselessly. This master-disciple pair truly is alike, resisting through and through.

However....after his speechlessness, the Sect Leader frowned slightly, always feeling something wasn’t quite right.

Is this master-disciple pair a bit too close?

Leng Piaopiao, like a child with no sense of security, clung tightly to Su Xuan’s clothes, afraid he’d abandon her the next second, following closely behind him.

Seeing this master-disciple pair about to leave, the Sect Leader couldn’t be bothered with any other thoughts. Only one thought consumed his mind: his chance for benefits was leaving.

He quickly called them back, awkwardly rubbing his hands, giving Leng Piaopiao several meaningful glances.

Unfortunately, her eyes seemed glued to her master. Since Su Xuan appeared, nothing else around her seemed to catch her attention, naturally missing the signals the Sect Leader was sending.

The little girl didn’t take the hint, leaving the Sect Leader a bit embarrassed. However, without a thick face and black heart, one cannot rise to the position of Sect Leader.