The fire rose quickly, and soon the sizzling sound of roasting meat filled the air, its aroma irresistible. Little Wei opened her mouth to take a bite, but Duan Lingyun moved the skewer away.
Little Wei puffed up her cheeks in frustration.
Duan Lingyun’s eyes held a hint of helplessness.
"Master, it’s not fully cooked yet."
Little Wei was so annoyed she felt like pulling up grass from the ground.
However, her disciple’s grilling skills were truly exceptional. Once the seasoning was sprinkled on, the meat glistened with a golden-brown hue, making Little Wei’s mouth water. Duan Lingyun tore off a piece and handed it to her master.
It was still hot, but Little Wei, being a Nascent Soul-stage cultivator, naturally wasn’t afraid of burning herself.
She took a careful bite—crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, and bursting with flavor.
Mmm… No wonder men love meat so much.
She loved it too.
"Delicious?" Duan Lingyun asked.
"Absolutely delicious," Little Wei admitted, genuinely hungry.
Perhaps because she was stuck at the early stage of her cultivation, she had developed a voracious appetite for spirit-rich food. Thankfully, she still had her wits about her, or else she might have been lured away by anyone offering her a piece of meat.
Wouldn’t that make her… a dog?
Little Wei fell silent, suddenly feeling less enthusiastic about the meat in her hand.
Still, when Duan Lingyun handed her more, she accepted it without hesitation.
So. Freaking. Good.
Duan Lingyun seemed to take great pleasure in feeding Little Wei, roasting all the meat they had bought earlier. Little Wei lost track of how long she’d been eating, only realizing afterward that her belly had swollen into a round little ball.
Burp.
Little Wei smacked her forehead in dismay. If this kept up, she’d turn into a pig.
"Buy less next time," she told Duan Lingyun.
What kind of disciple stuffed their master to the point of bursting?
She was practically full up to her neck.
Duan Lingyun paused, extinguishing the fire with a wave of her hand before smiling softly. "Understood, Master."
Little Wei finally stood up and stretched.
Before she could take a step, her disciple suddenly tugged her sleeve, causing her to stumble and fall onto the soft grass.
"You—" Before Little Wei could curse, Duan Lingyun covered her mouth.
Mmph!
What the hell was this about?
She should’ve known better than to go out with Duan Lingyun. She’d walked right into a trap—this disciple was planning to do something utterly inappropriate!
Help!
Little Wei wailed inwardly.
"Shh…" Duan Lingyun leaned in close, signaling for her to stay still.
Little Wei blinked, then followed Duan Lingyun’s gaze toward a particular spot.
A muffled sound reached her ears.
Holy—!
Little Wei knew that sound all too well—she’d made it herself before.
Just as Duan Lingyun tried to get a better look, Little Wei quickly covered her disciple’s eyes with her small hands.
"You are not allowed to look," she whispered into Duan Lingyun’s ear.
They were so close that Little Wei could even see the fine, downy hairs on Duan Lingyun’s fair, delicate skin.
It’d probably be really soft if I bit it…
Little Wei quickly shook off the thought.
No, she couldn’t be some pervert with designs on her disciple.
That was not okay.
Duan Lingyun still wanted to peek, but Little Wei caught a glimpse of pale skin exposed to the open air, with a flimsy scrap of fabric discarded in the grass. She immediately grabbed Duan Lingyun and flew them both back to the inn.
Panting, her face flushed, Little Wei scolded, "Next time you see something like that, just run. Got it?"
Duan Lingyun blinked, genuinely confused.
"Master, what was that? Those two cultivators seemed… really happy." She truly had no idea what was happening.
Little Wei: "..."
"It’s nothing good," Little Wei muttered, her face burning despite her usual thick skin.
Duan Lingyun opened her mouth to ask more, but Little Wei cut her off with a gesture.
"Enough. Wash up and go to bed. Don’t think about it anymore."
There was no way she was going to explain that kind of thing to her disciple.
The embarrassment was overwhelming.
Duan Lingyun could only watch as her master disappeared into the bedroom.
She scratched her head, utterly baffled.
So… what was it?
She still couldn’t figure out why her master had looked so flustered.
Meanwhile, back in her room, Little Wei suddenly realized something wonderful.
This world…
Her "wife" was an innocent, clueless sweetheart!
If no one taught her, Duan Lingyun would never figure it out.
Sigh.
What a bittersweet revelation.
With that thought, Little Wei flopped onto the bed and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, she woke early to find Cheng Yuguang and the others already seated downstairs, ordering breakfast. When they spotted her, Cheng Yuguang quickly stood.
"Honored Master."
Little Wei gave a cool nod.
"Mhm."
Then she quickly glanced at Duan Lingyun, who sat silently at a corner table.
Why does she have dark circles?
Little Wei was puzzled.
Had she stayed up all night over that?
Surely not—Duan Lingyun wasn’t the type to obsess over things.
"Honored Master, Elder Danfeng said to meet him at Yuanlai Inn after breakfast," one of the junior disciples spoke up.
"Got it. Make sure you’ve packed everything—don’t leave anything behind."
With that, Little Wei took a seat beside Duan Lingyun, watching as her disciple ate quietly. She propped her chin on her hand and studied her.
"Didn’t sleep well last night?"
Duan Lingyun lowered her gaze and nodded faintly. "No, I didn’t. Too much on my mind."
Little Wei: "???"
"What were you thinking about?" she asked cautiously.
Duan Lingyun looked at her.
"Master, I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t tell me what that was yesterday."
As soon as the words left her mouth, Cheng Yuguang approached with a small dish and sat beside them.
"Honored Master, Miss Duan, what are you discussing?"
Duan Lingyun pressed her lips together. For some reason, she disliked Cheng Yuguang’s presence even more now.
She and her master were clearly having a private conversation—why did he have to butt in?
Was he trying to intrude?
"None of your business," Duan Lingyun said coldly.
Cheng Yuguang: "..."
He’d only come over to sit with them—why was she angry?
He was thoroughly confused.
Even the usually gentle Honored Master Little Wei remained silent, focusing on her food.
Cheng Yuguang was completely lost.
Once breakfast was over, Little Wei finally looked at him.
"Let’s go."
This brat, forcing his way into our conversation… Little Wei really wanted to kick him twice.
She wasn’t blind—he was clearly lusting after her disciple.
Disgusting.
Seeing the Honored Master’s displeasure, Cheng Yuguang didn’t dare say another word.
Though, he still had no idea what was going on.
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