Get Lost, Rebellious Disciple (7)

"But I just want to know her name. Otherwise, I have to keep changing names every time." At this thought, Little Wei sighed.

If it's this world, there probably isn't a reincarnation of her wife anymore.

Thinking about it, she felt a bit regretful.

Si fell silent for a moment. If only she had made up a name back then. Instead, she had to go by "Si," which made her too afraid to reveal her real name to her wife.

What if her wife cried out of frustration?

Seriously.

"There will definitely be a chance to find out later," Si said to comfort her, mostly because she pitied her host.

Of course, the main reason was that she was afraid her wife would cry.

After all, if her wife cried, she’d be the one who had to console her.

"I want to know now. Why won’t you tell me?" Little Wei truly couldn’t understand why this had to be kept a secret.

She wasn’t doing anything wrong by being with the person she loved!

"It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but I can’t right now," Si’s voice turned slightly colder, hoping Little Wei wouldn’t dig deeper into this.

Laying everything out in the open wouldn’t be good for either of them.

"Why not? I don’t wanna hear it, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t!" Little Wei was absolutely furious with Si.

She knew everything but refused to say a word.

What kind of system was this? Bullying people, bullying people!

She was gonna cry now.

"If you have time, maybe buy a couple of papayas and knock them against your head. It might help you think more clearly." Seeing Little Wei throw such a tantrum, Si almost couldn’t hold back her laughter.

Though she was also covered in goosebumps.

"Huh?"

"That’s not appropriate!"

"And so embarrassing 〃〃. I never thought you’d be like this, Si. You’re so bad." Little Wei quickly covered her face.

Si: ?

"Your brain is full of nonsense. Can you please flush it out?" Si was genuinely about to lose her temper with this mischievous Little Wei.

It was just papayas—where was her mind going? Did she want to crack her head open?

Si barely resisted the urge to swear.

"Nooo, no no no."

Si: ?

"You’re really pushing it now?" Si hadn’t expected this girl to act up so much after just a few days without discipline.

Look at her now—nothing like the steady and cool Gu Wei from before.

"Wahhh, sis, what are you gonna do? You’re so mean, sis. Don’t scold me."

Si: …

Little Loli: …

"Si-jie, is Little Wei-jie’s brain broken?"

At this rate, Little Loli was seriously worried she’d die from disgust.

This version of Little Wei-jie was like a total creep.

Enough to make anyone puke.

"Honestly, joking aside, she doesn’t even have a brain." Si shuddered, shaking off the goosebumps.

She understood why Little Wei was acting like this—she hadn’t gotten her way, so she was deliberately being obnoxious.

And this was her holding back.

But if Little Wei knew her true identity, would she still act like this?

Si was really curious.

Meanwhile, Little Wei, who was being scolded by both systems, sneezed over a dozen times in a row.

Damn, she almost lost her life there.

Rubbing her itchy pink nose, Little Wei stretched lazily. She was nearly asleep when she finally heard movement behind the door.

"Master, I’ve finished absorbing." Duan Lingyun stepped out, her gaze gentle as she looked at Little Wei.

Little Wei shivered under that look, hugging her arms and lifting one foot.

"Uh-huh, sure, let’s go back then."

Admittedly, her pose was pretty sketchy—even Duan Lingyun was taken aback.

But her master looked so soft and youthful, appearing even younger than her, making it hard for Duan Lingyun to see her as a senior like the sect leader.

"Alright. In the future, I’ll definitely find better spiritual treasures to compensate you, Master," Duan Lingyun said firmly, walking behind Little Wei.

"Yeah, yeah, got it. I’m freezing—just wanna sleep now."

Little Wei didn’t take Duan Lingyun’s words to heart.

After all, Duan Lingyun’s innate talent was below average. Even with elixirs and rare treasures, she’d only reach normal aptitude—not suddenly become a prodigy among geniuses.

The Qingdao Sect wasn’t lacking in spiritual resources anyway.

Duan Lingyun watched from afar as her master entered her own courtyard, her expression unreadable.

That night, Little Wei slept incredibly well. The spiritual energy in this cultivation world was abundant, and the original owner’s warm jade bed allowed her meridians to cycle automatically even while asleep. It couldn’t get more comfortable.

"Huanqing, what’s for breakfast?" Little Wei stretched with a long yawn, glancing at Song Huanqing, who was mopping the floor.

"Steamed buns and porridge. If you’re hungry now, Master, I’ll prepare them right away." Song Huanqing quickly stood, wiping her damp hands.

"Sure, bring a few extra. Oh, how’s my little disciple? Is she up yet?" With a wave of her hand, Little Wei used magic to dress herself in the nearby robes.

Admittedly, the cultivation world was even more convenient than the interstellar world.

Except for the lack of video games.

Pros and cons.

Little Wei couldn’t just nitpick one downside.

"Ah, Senior Sister has been up for a while. She’s been meditating outside her courtyard—I didn’t want to disturb her. But her breathing seems faster now."

That was good news.

Little Wei didn’t want a useless disciple dragging her down. She’d done her duty—the rest was up to Duan Lingyun.

With that thought, Little Wei headed outside, while Song Huanqing hurried to the kitchen to heat up the buns and porridge.

Hearing footsteps, Duan Lingyun slowly opened her eyes and looked at her approaching master.

"How are you now?" Little Wei asked.

For some reason, warmth flickered in Duan Lingyun’s heart.

"Mostly recovered, but the Spirit Vein Pill hasn’t fully dissolved yet. My meridians are gradually repairing." Duan Lingyun answered obediently, looking much more agreeable than she had in the main hall.

Little Wei couldn’t help but feel a little satisfied.

"That’s fine. You’ve got the cultivation methods and techniques—just keep at it."

Her useless master couldn’t help much anyway. Besides, she still had to lay the foundation for the original owner’s body.

The best way to do that was to go out and train—killing chickens, sheep, or rather, spirit beasts. Combat was the fastest way to stabilize cultivation foundations.

But with the sect’s hidden dangers still unresolved, Little Wei didn’t dare rashly inform the sect leader about the demons lurking among them.

Body-snatching was a known phenomenon in the cultivation world. This time, she had to stick to the original owner’s persona—just be a cute, harmless fluffball.

"Alright." Fortunately, Duan Lingyun wasn’t the spoiled type, which Little Wei appreciated.

If she’d gotten some naive, airheaded disciple, she might’ve just chopped them in half.

A self-reliant disciple was the only way a master could peacefully pass away.

Er, cultivate in peace.

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