Little Wei cast a sidelong glance at Duan Lingyun.
"Well said. Next time, don’t say it at all."
Fortunately, the Peak Master of Dan Peak didn’t press further, sparing Little Wei from further embarrassment.
If he had kept asking, she really wouldn’t have been able to explain.
But this delay suddenly reminded her—she had forgotten to visit the Liu family.
Going earlier would have been fine, but now, with a tagalong trailing behind her, investigating anything would be far less convenient.
"Master, I heard the wild boar meat in Sunset Forest is even better. Should we go hunt some later?" Duan Lingyun suggested.
Wild boar?
Little Wei chewed on her meat, narrowing her eyes slightly.
Whether it was wild boar or not didn’t matter much. The real issue was that the female lead of this world still hadn’t appeared.
Could it really be one of those three girls, Li Yu and the others?
If that were the case…
This mission would likely end in a Waterloo-level failure.
If she could somehow get the male and female leads together, she might still salvage some points.
Another critical matter was that she still hadn’t acquired a magical artifact that truly suited her.
Truthfully, Little Wei quite fancied the cultivation world—its long history, well-developed techniques, and the fact that they worked whether in modern or ancient times.
Though she didn’t know what the next world would be like, she had already decided to stick with the cultivator profession from this one.
"Master?" Duan Lingyun called again, looking at her with confusion.
Little Wei snapped out of her daze and glanced down at the skewered roast meat in her hand.
"Fine, let’s go," Little Wei turned to Duan Lingyun.
She had no real interest in roasted boar—what she wanted was to slip into the depths of Sunset Forest amid the chaos.
Ever since her staff absorbed all that energy from the insectoids in the last world, she could practically rampage unchecked in this cultivation realm.
She had even considered provoking the demon race if things got desperate, but ultimately dismissed the idea.
She could handle causing trouble herself, but the demons’ reproductive abilities were too strong. If she ended up harming their descendants, she’d truly become the world’s number one ancestor.
A disgrace to her own lineage.
Seeing her master agree, Duan Lingyun went to inform the Peak Master of Dan Peak.
Wild boars were aggressive and tended to move in groups, making them one of the most troublesome spirit beasts in the outer regions of Sunset Forest.
But for tempering disciples, such beasts were perfect. So the Peak Master readily agreed.
As a late-stage Nascent Soul expert, he could sense the activity range of nearby spirit beasts. Each beast’s active spiritual energy had a distinct color, allowing him to quickly pinpoint the boars’ location.
"Let’s head that way," the Peak Master said to the disciples behind him.
The disciples extinguished the campfire with spiritual energy and followed him.
Duan Lingyun noticed her master falling behind but didn’t suspect anything.
After all, it made sense for her to guard the rear and protect the disciples.
Meanwhile, Little Wei was already plotting her escape.
The problem was, they had just entered the outer forest. With so many people around, fleeing now would mean getting caught red-handed by the Peak Master.
On the surface, she and the Peak Master were there to safeguard the disciples.
In reality, the Peak Master was also keeping an eye on her.
Over the years, she had learned that the original owner of this body was her direct descendant from a past life. That was why the Qingdao Sect doted on her so much. If anything happened to her, even the Peak Master would face severe reprimands from the sect leader.
So the Peak Master kept glancing back at her.
Unlike the disciples, both he and Little Wei traveled by leaping between tree branches—easier for scouting the surroundings.
And easier for watching her.
"Little Nailuo, can you shapeshift into me?" Little Wei decided it was time to summon her trusty tool.
Little Nailuo: ???
"I can, but…" Little Nailuo hesitated.
"Then it’s settled," Little Wei cut her off before she could reconsider.
Little Nailuo: ???
Wuwuwu, no!
She was just a child! Why bully her like this?
But in the end, Little Nailuo was dragged out anyway. Watching Little Wei disappear into the distance, she clutched a tiny white handkerchief, wiping away tears.
Oh, Little Wei…
Aren’t you worried your disciple might do something reckless? What am I supposed to do then?
Little Nailuo wanted to bite her handkerchief and sob.
Free from the group, Little Wei felt invigorated. Finally, she had shaken off those two pairs of watchful eyes.
The Peak Master was bad enough, but now Duan Lingyun had joined the surveillance.
If not for her mastery of qinggong, that intense scrutiny would have sent her tumbling headfirst into the ground—straight to an early grave.
After flying ten kilometers, she noticed the trees growing thicker, the canopy denser. Sunlight occasionally filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on her jet-black hair.
The spirit beasts here were smaller than those in the outer regions—not even a rabbit burrow in sight.
Glancing around, Little Wei draped her invisibility cloak over herself and pressed onward.
Her instincts told her there was something valuable ahead.
Maybe a phoenix egg or something. She was already daydreaming.
All she needed now was a flashy mount.
The moment that thought crossed her mind, the staff-turned-sword beneath her wobbled.
What the—?!
"What’s your problem?" Little Wei nearly threw out her back.
But…
This was the first time the staff had acted up since gaining sentience.
Was it… jealous?
Sitting cross-legged on the sword, she poked its smooth, silver surface.
"Hey, are you male or female?"
The sword didn’t respond—apparently, it couldn’t speak yet.
Little Wei assumed it was male. A female sword wouldn’t have such a voracious appetite. Besides, she already had a wife—adding a female sword would be too much.
Little Nailuo was different—just a handy little tool.
"He’s male," Si chimed in.
Generally, artifacts bound to a master would shape their form and gender based on the master’s subconscious preferences.
Given how things stood, this one was definitely male.
But why did a magical weapon even need a gender? Si couldn’t wrap his head around it.
"If it’s male, riding this sword feels kinda… wrong," Little Wei facepalmed.
Si: …
What now? What else do you want?
If circumstances allowed, Si would have loved to teach her a lesson.
Nothing ever satisfied her.
Spoiled brat.
"You mad?" Little Wei seemed to sense his irritation and asked cautiously.
"You’ll regret this," Si said flatly.
"Regret what?" Little Wei was genuinely baffled.
Why did Si always threaten her with the same line? Just because he was handsome?
That was downright insulting.
No looks-based discrimination, wuwu.
"You’ll regret every word you’ve ever said to me," Si declared arrogantly.
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