Get Lost, Rebellious Disciple (15)

Yet Duan Lingyun gave no further explanation.

Little Wei’s curiosity had been thoroughly teased, leaving her frustrated, but she had no choice but to return to her room with a grumble.

Hah, women are all the same.

But was it a man or a woman?

Lying on the soft couch, Little Wei’s almond-shaped eyes remained wide open as she stared at the embroidered curtains of the carved wooden bed, itching to tear them down.

She rolled over.

So, was it a man or a woman?

Resting her head on her arm, she couldn’t sleep no matter how hard she tried.

She abruptly sat up, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

Seriously, was it a man or a woman?!

Damn it, her little disciple had left her hanging, and Little Wei hated being left in suspense like this—it completely robbed her of any desire to sleep.

Little Wei stepped out of her room in the inn. Cheng Yuguang had already taken their fellow disciples out to buy clothes, and even Duan Lingyun was nowhere to be seen.

Left with no other choice, Little Wei ordered a few dishes from the waiter and sat in the main hall, picking at her food absentmindedly.

Man or woman? Man or woman?

The more she thought about it, the more she spiraled into frustration. Just as she was about to turn into a full-blown sulking mess, a group of people emerged.

Leading them was a refined young man with a tall, elegant bearing and a face as clear as the breeze. Behind him followed three strikingly beautiful young women—one a cold, icy beauty, another a petite and adorable rosy-cheeked girl, and the last a gentle, graceful lady with a soft smile.

The sight sent a jolt through Little Wei, instantly banishing her drowsiness and even making her backache disappear.

The male lead had arrived!

This lineup was unmistakable—this had to be the protagonist of a male-oriented cultivation fantasy novel.

But before Little Wei could even celebrate, she realized the person who had booked the entire inn was none other than this novel’s male lead.

Damn it!

As everyone knew, all the pretty girls around the male lead would eventually become part of his harem. So didn’t that mean…

Little Wei subconsciously touched the top of her head, feeling like it had somehow grown taller.

Wuwuwu, she didn’t want to wear a green hat!

"Hey, Si, can you pull some strings for me? I suddenly have a craving for the Doom-shroom in the system shop," Little Wei muttered bitterly, chewing aggressively on her food as she watched the male lead lead his entourage of beauties up to the third floor.

And into the same room.

Three girls in one night?

Was his kidney even up for that?

She hoped something unfortunate would happen to him soon.

"No, you don’t have any such craving," Si replied flatly.

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don’t." Si’s tone didn’t waver in the slightest.

Little Wei: ?

"You’re bullying me? Fine, I’ll just die then." Little Wei felt like Si didn’t love her anymore.

Maybe she wasn’t Si’s precious little treasure anymore.

Whatever. Just end it all.

Si: ?

"Can you act normal for once? You can’t use the Doom-shroom," Si sighed, genuinely exasperated.

Why was this brat getting more and more unruly?

She really needed a good spanking.

"I want it anyway." Little Wei wasn’t about to listen to Si.

Si: ?

"You’re even more demanding than a brothel girl," Si deadpanned.

"Oh? So you’ve been to one? How else would you know? Holy crap! So Si actually likes women? That’s so perverted! Don’t ever talk to me again!" Little Wei immediately clutched her clothes tighter.

Wuwuwu, mommy, there’s a pervert here!

Someone arrest them!

Si: ?

"Fine." Si’s response was icy.

Funny. It wasn’t like she’d started liking women because of someone else.

She hoped this little bastard would meet misfortune soon.

Seeing that Si was genuinely angry, Little Wei didn’t dare provoke her further and instead turned to Little Nailuo.

"Hey, Little Nailuo, can you dig up some info on that guy?"

"Sure, I’ll look into it and let you know."

Before long, after Little Wei had finished her meal and returned to her room, Little Nailuo delivered the intel.

"That guy is from Baizhou in the Canglang Empire, the eldest young master of the prestigious Li Family, Li Yu. He just turned twenty and is currently at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment."

Li Yu?

Why did that sound like a eunuch’s name?

Little Wei snickered inwardly.

"What about the three girls?" she pressed.

"I checked them too. The cold-looking one is Leng Ruoshuang, a princess of the Canglang Empire. The cute one is Ruan Qiaoqiao, Li Yu’s childhood sweetheart who grew up in the Li Family—basically their little darling. The gentle one is a noble lady from Murong Mansion whom Li Yu just met."

"You might not have heard of Murong Mansion, but they’re famous for alchemy and hold influence between the two great empires. Think of them as an alchemy academy—pretty powerful, with five or six Elder-level Nascent Soul cultivators."

Little Wei: ?

Just looking at the lineup, she was already outmatched before the fight even began.

How could her lousy master and her unlucky disciple possibly compete with these people?

Wait—what if her unlucky disciple decided to switch sides and become Li Yu’s bootlicker instead?

Wuwuwu, she wanted a bunch of wives too!

Meanwhile, Si’s face darkened upon hearing Little Wei’s thoughts.

"Gu Wei, what did you just say? Say it louder if you dare."

She’d beat this brat black and blue if she had to.

Little Wei: Meow meow meow?

"Big sister, you’re so mean, wuwuwu," Little Wei whined, genuinely on the verge of tears.

Wuwuwu, she was about to be cuckolded, and Si was still being so harsh.

Whatever. Just end it all.

"You’re asking for a beating," Si said expressionlessly.

Pouting, Little Wei slumped onto the table, lamenting her miserable existence.

"Little cabbage in the field, so yellow and frail… two or three years old, and already motherless…"

Si: ???

"Keep this up, and I’ll chop you into pieces, got it?" Si had finally realized—this brat had learned how to throw tantrums.

Who the hell had taught her this?

Si fell into deep contemplation before shifting her gaze to Little Nailuo, who was sitting on a cloud-shaped cushion playing with her phone.

"Big sister~ I’m not playing games!" Little Nailuo hurriedly covered her phone screen.

Hearing the sickly sweet tone, Si’s lips twitched.

Never mind. Little Nailuo wouldn’t be the one corrupting Little Wei—if anything, it was the other way around.

But then again, it couldn’t be helped. The original owner of this body, Gu Tianyi, had been the Qingdao Sect’s beloved little princess. Over the years, Little Wei’s already spoiled nature had only grown more unruly.

"Whatever." Si couldn’t be bothered to deal with Little Wei’s antics anymore.

She needed discipline.

A proper "adjustment" later, and she’d behave.

When Duan Lingyun returned, she found her master sitting on the wooden stairs of the second floor, staring blankly at a door on the third floor.

What was she doing?

Duan Lingyun instinctively glanced upward before looking back at her master.

"Master, it’s raining outside. The hallway is cold."

Little Wei remained motionless, as if she’d turned into an emotionless statue.

What was going on?

She’d never seen her master so distracted before.

But she knew who was staying in that third-floor room.

Could it be…

"Master, have you… fallen in love?" Duan Lingyun pursed her lips, a hint of displeasure flashing across her face.

If her master took on a cultivation partner, would she never see her again?

"What ‘good chicken stir’? I can’t even move right now," Little Wei muttered gloomily.

Duan Lingyun had no idea what her master was talking about.

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