Get Lost, Ungrateful Disciple (3)

The Disciple Registry was considered a confidential volume of the Qingdao Sect, much like student records, kept on the top floor of the library. However, for Little Wei, accessing it wasn’t difficult.

After much exhausting effort, Little Wei finally climbed to the fifth floor. She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but even though she had rested for quite some time before arriving in this world, she still felt utterly drained—as if she had done something extremely taxing in her previous world.

Little Wei tapped her head, rummaging through the original host’s memories for a book-searching spell. With a graceful spin, she formed a simple hand seal, and a brush adorned with golden patterns appeared in her hand.

She wrote the words "Disciple Registry" in the air with the brush. The elegant golden characters slowly dissipated, and soon after, a jade slip floated down from the highest shelf, landing in her palm.

Pressing the jade slip to her forehead, Little Wei mentally repeated the names of the three new disciples. Instantly, their information appeared before her eyes.

"Cheng Yuguang, from Mingzhou in the Jianghuai region of the Yunjin Empire. His father was once the empire’s prime minister, wielding immense power. His ancestors were all scholars and officials, but misfortune struck early—his parents passed away when he was young."

"Ye Mingtian, from Baizhou in the Canglang Empire. Abandoned by his parents as a child, he grew up relying on the kindness of villagers."

"Duan Lingyun, also from Baizhou in the Canglang Empire. Once the daughter of a noble family, her clan fell victim to political schemes during a regime shift. A fire wiped out her entire household, but she was saved by a loyal servant and raised by a compassionate beggar."

"That’s… tragic," Little Wei couldn’t help muttering.

On the surface, there was nothing particularly noteworthy about these three, yet each had a backstory fit for a protagonist—orphaned, with harrowing childhoods.

Hmm…

It was enough to make one’s prostate swell.

The more she read, the more unsettled she became. With a wave of her hand, she tossed the registry back. The bookshelf shimmered silver, instantly returning the jade slip to its original place.

The top floor also housed secret cultivation techniques, but Little Wei had no interest in those. Right now, what she needed most was to lay a solid foundation in her training—those advanced techniques would only be a burden.

Still…

She had to think ahead for her disciples.

Half an incense stick’s time later, Little Wei returned to Zhong Lingfeng, her bracelet noticeably heavier.

At that moment, Duan Lingyun had just finished bathing. The young girl’s raven-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her slender figure didn’t sway like a flower but stood tall and clean, exuding an air of bamboo-like resilience.

"Come, come, little disciple. See if any of these can help with your fire spiritual root." With a flick of her sleeve, Little Wei conjured a small mountain of jade slips in the courtyard, nearly causing Song Huanqing to faint on the spot.

"Honored One, did you empty out the entire library?"

Even if the entire sect doted on the Honored One, this was pushing it. There were plenty of fire spiritual root disciples in the sect.

"I’ll return them after we find what we need," Little Wei scratched the back of her head, glancing at the sky as if it wasn’t her problem.

She would have preferred to search carefully, but the library had far too many jade slips related to fire spiritual roots. Since she didn’t know the exact nature of Duan Lingyun’s condition, she decided to bring them all and let her disciple choose.

Duan Lingyun stood frozen for a long moment before stepping forward. After a while, she turned to Little Wei. "Thank you, Master."

Little Wei waved it off. "No big deal."

Still, this disciple was quite the loner, barely speaking a word. Maybe it had something to do with her past?

Seeing Little Wei’s nonchalant attitude, Duan Lingyun lowered her gaze to the jade slips. For some reason, warmth swelled in her chest.

For the first time in her life, someone had treated her with such kindness.

She had assumed that the Qingdao Sect, filled with lofty cultivators, would be cold and arrogant. The thought brought a rare softness to her usually indifferent expression.

If this was her master, she would gladly follow every instruction without question.

"Hey, Huanqing, go prepare some food. Make a lot, and make it varied," Little Wei called out, noticing Duan Lingyun’s distraction.

"Oh, right away, Honored One! But please, please return the jade slips to the library later. If the sect leader finds out, it’ll be trouble."

"Yeah, yeah, got it," Little Wei replied dismissively.

Meanwhile, Duan Lingyun had already begun sensing the contents of the jade slips. Every cultivator had a unique affinity for techniques—only the individual could choose what suited them best. That was precisely why Little Wei had brought them all.

Taking her to the library would have been pointless—there were simply too many books to properly sense anything.

After sitting quietly for a while, Duan Lingyun opened her eyes, walked to the pile, and pulled out two jade slips from the very bottom.

"Master, these two will suffice."

But Little Wei had already dozed off on the grass. Hearing her name, she jolted awake with a start.

"Oh, good. Once you’ve learned them, put them back. I’ll have to make another trip to the library."

She let out a long yawn, her eyelids drooping heavily.

Damn it, what exactly happened in the last world?

"Master, perhaps I should return them. Just tell me where the library is," Duan Lingyun offered considerately.

After a moment’s thought, Little Wei handed her the access token and explained how to return the jade slips. Then, with relief, she headed back to the courtyard to rest.

Duan Lingyun stared at the token in her hand, her expression darkening slightly.

Little Wei remained oblivious to her disciple’s mood. It wasn’t until Song Huanqing came looking for her that she finally felt a bit more energetic.

"Honored One! The spiritual rice from Liangyu Peak has been exceptionally delicious lately. I’ve stored a good amount for you and Senior Sister. It should last a while," Song Huanqing said cheerfully.

"Then serve me a big bowl," Little Wei perked up at the mention of food.

The cultivation world was rich in spiritual energy, and the fruits and vegetables here were all plump and juicy—just thinking about them made her mouth water.

"But… where is Senior Sister? I don’t see her," Song Huanqing wondered.

"I sent her to return the jade slips. She should be back soon," Little Wei waved it off, unconcerned.

As soon as the words left her mouth, footsteps approached.

Song Huanqing turned and smiled when she saw Duan Lingyun.

"Senior Sister, you’re back! We usually eat in the Honored One’s quarters, so I didn’t bother setting up the main hall. You can join us here."

She lifted the lids off the jade plates one by one.

Little Wei had only asked for more food, but Song Huanqing had prepared seven or eight dishes—no wonder it took so long.

Even though she’d eaten well in her previous world, Little Wei suddenly felt ravenous. Without a second thought, she dug in.

"Sit. I’m eating first," she said, grabbing a piece of sweet-and-sour fish that looked irresistible.

The fish was tender and flavorful, pairing perfectly with rice—absolutely divine.

Seeing Little Wei wolfing down her food, Duan Lingyun abandoned all restraint and joined the scramble for dishes.

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