All of the protagonist's Daoist partners are mine!

Yesterday's process of enhancing his wood elemental root left Xing Moxie feeling comfortable and wanting more, but after it ended, he didn't feel any increase in his luck whatsoever.

It seems that merely tasting the beauties associated with the chosen one is not enough; he must gradually win their hearts in order to transfer the destiny of the chosen one to himself.

Xing Moxie licked his lips: "Reporting to Peak Master, this disciple has come to apologize with a bundle of thorns on my back."

Chapter 30: 31 The Cheap Master is Unexpectedly Cute and Innocent

"To plead guilty with a bundle of thorns on one's back?" Yun Feixia found these four words novel. "This peak master has been employing the virtuous and capable for many years, entrusting all matters, big and small, to the elders. If you have made a mistake, go to the elders to receive your punishment. Now, step back."

To put it nicely, it's about appointing the virtuous and capable; to put it bluntly, it's about slacking off and doing nothing.

Yun Feixia, the Qingxin Peak Master, has become so lazy that she even leaves the punishment of her disciples who make mistakes to others. If it weren't for her high cultivation level and stunning beauty, her reputation would probably be terrible by now.

Xing Moxie did not leave, and continued, "Reporting to the Peak Master, no one has the right to punish me for the mistakes I have made. I have come here regarding what happened in the hall yesterday."

"What did you say!" Yun Feixia sat up abruptly, her voice unusually loud, her beautiful blue eyes revealing undisguised terror: "What...did you say?"

—Yesterday in the palace, wasn't that the only thing that happened? Could it not have been Tian'er, but him...?

—No, it can't be, it can't be.

Yun Feixia, who spends most of her time at Qingxin Hall, reveals her lack of social experience.

Her face first showed panic, then a flash of bloodless despair, which turned into anger. It was just like the ten transformations of a single soup in Fujian cuisine.

The entire Qingxin Hall trembled under the fluctuations of Yun Feixia's spiritual energy, and a large amount of dust fell from the gaps in the beams and tiles.

Xing Moxie found Yun Feixia to be an increasingly interesting woman: "Reporting to Peak Master. Senior Brother Ye said that because of the medicinal wine I treated everyone to the night before last, Peak Master was poisoned in the hall yesterday. After hearing this, I couldn't eat or sleep, so I came to apologize to Peak Master."

The tremors in the main hall ceased, and Yun Feixia raised her eyebrows slightly, her expression softening: "Oh, you mean this? Oh yes, it was indeed your fault."

She breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little guilty, because she had just been about to kill Lu Renjia without listening to any of his explanations.

Xing Moxie thought to himself, "This cheap master of mine is not young anymore, but he still acts like a teenage girl, his emotions are always on display. After realizing he made a mistake, he was even at a loss for words. How cute!"

As a Demon Lord, he finds endless joy in fighting against humans and indescribable wonder in fighting against the heavens. In his spare time from contending with the heavens, teasing such a cute and interesting woman is a kind of pleasure that ordinary people would envy.

Xing Moxie concealed a wicked smile with a cupped-hand gesture, feigning ignorance as he asked, "Peak Master, if it's not this matter, then what could it be?"

"Ah!" Yun Feixia shuddered, recalling the half hour she was unable to move and being treated in various ways, and her face couldn't help but burn: "It's nothing. Of course, it's only this matter, and it will only be this matter."

Yun Feixia fanned herself around, thinking she had successfully fooled everyone, but this self-deception was so obvious that even an eight-year-old child would know she was hiding something, let alone Xing Moxie.

Xing Moxie knew what she was recalling, and he knew the details better than she did.

Xing Moxie felt a surge of excitement. But it wasn't a fluttering feeling; rather, it was a restless, wicked impulse stirring within him. Such an adorable, cheap master—it seemed like he'd break if she bullied him even slightly. How wonderful!

“Peak Master, I really want to be punished, but there is not a single rule in Qingxin Peak that addresses this matter.”

Of course there won't be a corresponding one.

Whether it was taking advantage of the peak master's inability to move to disturb her, or indirectly causing the peak master to become paralyzed by inviting fellow disciples to drink, how could such bizarre things possibly appear within the scope of the sect rules?

After cooling down, Yun Feixia lay back on the withered tree, raised her delicate hand and waved it: "Alright, you invited your fellow disciples for drinks with good intentions, this peak master will not hold it against you. You may leave."

"Peak Master is magnanimous, but this disciple is deeply troubled. After much thought, this disciple must make amends to Peak Master."

"Sigh, I already said to let this matter go..." Yun Feixia found anything that had nothing to do with Ye Tian troublesome.

Xing Moxie said with a frank and sincere expression, "This disciple has nothing that can meet the Peak Master's standards. Only when I was traveling in the outside world a few years ago, I learned a massage technique from the Massage Immortal. I am willing to massage away your fatigue and relieve your troubles."

Massage? Yun Feixia refused without even thinking: "No need, you may leave."

The thought of letting someone else touch her body is just awkward.

Xing Moxie revealed an honest and simple expression: "Is it really not necessary, Peak Master? I noticed earlier that Peak Master's posture was not upright, and I felt that it was due to the effects of sitting on the bed for many years. Over time, even a cultivator would suffer from hidden dangers and even ruin their physical appearance. Peak Master, why don't you get up and walk around a few steps to see if your back aches?"

"Ugh... this is so troublesome." Although Yun Feixia complained, she didn't immediately kick him out.

In earlier years, she wouldn't have cared about physical beauty at all. The title others gave her, "Two Beauties of the Xuantian Immortal Sect," was meaningless to Yun Feixia.

Physical beauty or ugliness doesn't affect one's cultivation, and dressing up is a waste of time and energy, which she hates the most.

But as Ye Tian grew up, Yun Feixia also began to pay attention to her appearance without realizing it.

So Yun Feixia did as Xing Moxie had said, and after a long time, she climbed down from the tree branch of the divine tree.

She straightened up, intending to take a few steps to get rid of this annoying disciple, when a sudden wave of lower back and hip pain made her let out a soft "Eh".

"How...how could this be?" Yun Feixia was shocked. How could she, a powerful cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, be sore all over like an old mortal?

If she had developed any chronic illness, how could she, who frequently used internal examination techniques to examine her entire body, not have noticed it? Strange, very strange.

The fairy's exquisitely beautiful expression of panic almost made the demon laugh.

Xing Moxie had already guessed that his cheap master lacked knowledge in this area. Yesterday, when he enjoyed the top-grade water spirit root, he hadn't held back at all, and Yun Feixia had been completely unaware of eating forbidden fruit before. After experiencing such a dramatic change, how could she not have a sore back?

Yun Feixia hadn't noticed because this lazybones had been lying in bed all day without moving. Now that he's suddenly standing up, the stamina is kicking in, isn't it?

Because of back pain and weak legs, Yun Feixia stumbled.

A Nascent Soul stage expert wouldn't actually fall, but the opportunity was fleeting! Xing Moxie swiftly ascended the steps and reached out to support his beloved master Runyu's delicate hand.

"Peak Master, be careful."

"!" Yun Feixia's heart suddenly tightened when he touched her.

—What's going on? Why is my heart beating so fast? I've probably only met and spoken with this disciple named Lu Renjia no more than five times. Why am I more nervous when I'm with him than when I'm in physical contact with Tian'er?

Yun Feixia didn't understand what was wrong with her. She only knew that the person in front of her gave her a very unique feeling that made her feel anxious.

Chapter 31: 32 The Sage Mode of the Chosen One

Xing Moxie led the woman, whose pretty face was full of doubt, back to the bed in the palace: "Peak Master, may I give it a try?"

"This..." Yun Feixia was reluctant, but the pain in her back and hips made her worry that she would become hunched over like an old woman in the mortal world in the future: "Okay, you... you can try it."

Yun Feixia originally wanted to say, "Don't touch places you shouldn't touch," but her disciples meant well and had just helped her up. Saying such a thing would seem like she was being overly self-conscious and would only make her a laughingstock.

Yun Feixia summoned an overcoat from afar; having rarely left the house, she hadn't worn an extra layer of clothing in countless years. After putting it on, she followed Xing Moxie's instructions and lay flat on the palace couch.

Her slightly raised shoulder blades followed a graceful curve down her slender waist, then abruptly rose to form a full semicircle, connecting with her long, jade-like legs, a sight to behold, a masterpiece of artistry.

"Then, disciple will be impolite." Xing Moxie began to act without ceremony, first pretending to press the acupoints near the neck and shoulders. Since it was the body of a Nascent Soul cultivator, there was no need to worry about the strength.

"Ugh..." Yun Feixia initially tried to hold back her noise, but when Xing Moxie pressed several comfortable acupoints, the air in her lungs, along with the pressure, was squeezed out.

"Peak Master, how's this force?"

"Hmm, um. Very, very good. Where are you from... phew." Not wanting to say more, Yun Feixia, who had never enjoyed a massage before, suddenly liked this sore and achy feeling.

Xing Moxie's massage skills were not just empty talk. Back when he was wandering around the Eternal Continent, he met a man with seven scars on his chest by chance.

He learned the same massage style, Beidou Massage Fist, from that man.

Xing Moxie was originally known as the "Number One Massager of All Time" because of her exceptional massage skills.

……

To put it another way

Having experienced a transformation from an 8+ script to an 18+ script overnight, Xuan Tian Sheng Zi Xiao Fan returned to the mountain with an ethereal air.

"elder brother!"

"Ok?"

As soon as he returned, he was stopped by Xiao Linglong, who happened to be looking for him.

Xiao Fan turned his head, and his features were even more refined and handsome than yesterday, and his expression was even more detached from desires.

Xiao Linglong was startled: "Hey, brother, what kind of ancient sage's technique did you practice? Why do you look like a saint?"

Is that even a question? It's in sage mode!

Thanks to Xing Moxie's schemes, Xiao Fan now truly has no worldly desires left.

Xiao Fan proudly straightened his hair, looking smug, and said, "It's Linglong. It's nothing, I just broke through (in the sense of the adult ladder)."

"What? Brother Xiao Fan, you've broken through again? Congratulations!"

Xiao Linglong was happy for him. He had just broken through to the next level during the attack on the Demon Palace; normally it would take a hundred years or even longer to consolidate his cultivation. She hadn't expected him to break through again so quickly. Indeed, Brother Xiao Fan was extraordinary, possessing the bearing of an ancient emperor!

But then Xiao Linglong thought again, even someone as powerful as her brother Xiao Fan couldn't completely defeat that demon, so that demon was indeed no ordinary person. If Xiao Fan's talent was unparalleled in the Eternal Continent, then the demon's cunning and scheming were probably unmatched in the future.

The image of Xing Moxie with his squinting eyes and mischievous grin, making a "V" sign with two fingers, flashed into my mind.

No! No, no! What am I thinking?! ——Xiao Linglong quickly patted her face——Why do I think that demon is more powerful than Brother Xiao Fan? That evil demon is stingy, miserly, malicious, and a freeloader. Not only did he steal me away from Brother Xiao Fan, but he also stole my natal flying sword. He's really something else.

"How could that kind of villain be more powerful than Brother Xiao Fan? Absolutely not! You're not allowed to have that kind of thought again, Xiao Linglong!"

Seeing her giggling and slapping herself in the face, Xiao Fan wondered what was wrong with his silly sister this time: "What's wrong with you, so early in the morning?"

"Oh!" Xiao Linglong came to her senses and remembered today's battle plan.

She reached out and touched the jade hairpin in her hair, asking, "Brother, do you still remember this hairpin?"

Xiao Fan yawned and glanced at it: "Of course I remember. What's wrong? Is something broken? Do you want me to buy you another one?"

He thought his stepsister was trying to take advantage of him again, and since he was in a good mood today, he wanted to be generous and thought that this answer would make his stepsister happy.

"Huh?" Xiao Linglong was taken aback.

A bitter feeling welled up inside me—what was this feeling? The treasure I cherished so much, the one I thought symbolized our feelings, was it just something that didn't matter if it broke, something that my brother could just buy another one anytime?

Xiao Fan was already a slowpoke, and now he's even more clueless because of this "wise man mode": "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing." Xiao Linglong withdrew her hand from touching the hairpin.

She convinced herself—Brother Xiao Fan is an important person, busy with countless affairs, and he wouldn't, and shouldn't, care too much about the significance of an ordinary jade hairpin. On the contrary, it's me who's been dwelling on such trivial matters; I'm too petty.

"Um, Brother Xiao Fan. I saw this while shopping yesterday." Xiao Linglong took out "100 Questions on Couple Compatibility Psychological Test," covered the lower half of her face, and only showed her cute big eyes as she blinked at Xiao Fan: "Can you do it with me?"

That expression, that angle—it's absolutely seductive. Xiao Linglong personally tested it and it worked. Because last night she tried it on the devil herself, and it really hurt her back.

Normally, seeing his sworn sister's adorable and clever side would have made Xiao Fan's heart pound and his face flushed with excitement.

But the one standing in front of everyone today is not the ordinary Xiao Fan, but the evolved "Dua Lang version of Xiao Fan in Sage Mode Limited".

At least for today, no earthly beauty can shake this man's unwavering Daoist heart.

"Haha, Linglong, how old are you? Still looking at these things?" Xiao Fan laughed and dismissed her. "You are also a true disciple of Yifeng, a great hero who fought against the demon. In the future, all cultivators in the world will look up to you. It's time to mature a bit."

After Deng Wandulang finished speaking, she became quite assertive. Xiao Fan even started to take a condescending stance, looking at her as if she were a child.

Being treated like this, Xiao Linglong felt a surge of anger. Tch, there's no great hero to fight the demon, but there's a hapless soul being fought and defeated by the demon.

Xiao Linglong was extremely displeased. Even a demon could appreciate her beauty and charm, so why did Xiao Fan treat her like a mere maid?

Seeing that Xiao Fan was about to return home, Xiao Linglong quickly followed: "Brother Xiao Fan, please help me with this problem. We don't need a hundred questions, how about we do half of it? Or even a third?"

If Xiao Fan hadn't accompanied her to this test, wouldn't all her courage to negotiate with the devil last night have been wasted? It would have been a sunk cost.

Chapter 32: Brother Lu is a good person

Following the path into the Holy Son's residence with practiced ease, Xiao Linglong was already accustomed to the golden bricks and jade tiles here, and single-mindedly pestered her sworn brother to do the exercises.

Xiao Fan had just finished his physical labor and was looking forward to a nice nap, but her noise had made his head buzz. He felt that his adopted sister was becoming more and more willful, and even a little annoying.

Having no other choice, I gave in: "Fine, fine. I'll do a few problems with you, but you have to give me some peace and quiet in return."

"Okay, I knew you loved me the most. First question, do you want steamed shrimp or spicy crayfish today?"

"What kind of ridiculous question is this?"

"Uh..." Xiao Linglong thought to herself, why does my brother react the same way as the devil? "Okay, okay, just answer me."

Normally, Xiao Fan would definitely prefer to eat something with a strong flavor. But right now, he was so tired that just thinking about the oily taste of spicy crayfish made him lose his appetite.

"Steamed shrimp, steamed shrimp is good," Xiao Fan replied.

But this answer was not what Xiao Linglong wanted at all: "Huh? How...how could this be...Why? Is it my fault? Is it because I shouldn't like spicy crayfish?"

Not knowing why his sworn sister looked so dejected and was talking to herself, Xiao Fan pondered for a moment, then a thought flashed through his mind—oh, so this girl wanted to eat spicy crayfish, but couldn't find anyone to go with, so she wanted to drag me along.

Normally, even if Xiao Fan didn't like the food, he would still go with her.

But not today.

He fought a fierce battle last night, repelling a million female soldiers despite being surrounded by a demoness. He's really not in the mood for anything else now.

Oh, right! If you don't have the energy, you can have someone who does go out to eat with Linglong.

Xiao Fan clapped his hands, thinking of someone: "Linglong, if you want to eat lobster, why don't you ask Brother Lu to come with you?"

"Ah!?" Xiao Linglong instinctively pressed her thighs together and looked away: "W-why did you bring him up?"

"Haha, haven't you and Brother Lu been getting quite close lately?" Xiao Fan laughed. This naturally referred to what Xing Moxie had said the day before yesterday, that Xiao Linglong wanted him to choose a side and join the group (in fact, this never happened at all).