Get Lost, Rebellious Disciple (35)

"Husband~"

Both Si and Little Wei froze in place.

Si turned to look at Chi Mu on the screen, while Little Wei tilted her head to stare at Chi Mu.

"You've got some nerve," Little Wei muttered, her lips twitching.

Her whole body broke out in goosebumps—this guy was clearly here just to mess with them.

"Well, you two disgust me first," Chi Mu retorted with a smirk.

Who did they think they were looking down on? Even single dogs had their dignity.

Little Wei: "..."

Who was disgusting whom here?

"Whatever, let’s just hurry to the Huaiyang Sect," Little Wei said, too tired to keep arguing with Chi Mu.

The Canglan Continent was vast beyond measure, and the Western Sea was incredibly far. By the time they arrived, the two had already flown for three days and nights.

"Fine," Chi Mu replied, quickly leading Little Wei forward for another long stretch.

"I'm hungry and exhausted. Even a workhorse from the production team shouldn’t be pushed this hard. This is inhumane," Little Wei grumbled under her breath.

"Then go sleep for a bit. I’ll take the chance to scout the area. It’s been years since I’ve been back—even this town has a new name now," Chi Mu said, feeling somewhat relieved.

"It’s fine. I’m just shaken up because of you," Chi Mu admitted, standing up with a shudder and patting his chest.

Chi Mu: "..."

"Which noble clan’s disciple is that?" a female cultivator whispered.

"Yeah, he’s really handsome."

Chi Mu truly had no interest in mortal food.

He shrugged, propping his chin on one hand, his eyes half-lidded.

Damn it, she scared the hell out of him.

Even so, Little Wei didn’t stop Chi Mu from eating. After all, he was here to help—there was no need to be stingy to the point of denying him a meal.

After finishing their food, Little Wei took a nap at the inn before setting off again.

"Obviously, I won’t order for you. But you should still eat something so you don’t starve down there. You said they’ve all achieved fasting—there’s probably no food anyway," Little Wei insisted, too hungry to care.

"You’re seriously shameless."

"How about we take a nap before heading down? You haven’t been back to the Huaiyang Sect in ages—you should be at your best."

"The food’s coming soon. Of course I’ll wake up," Little Wei yawned, rolling her eyes at Chi Mu.

"True, the Huaiyang Sect is a major sect, but not many choose to live in seclusion. Most who remain are from the Gu family. Outer disciples and the like have long vanished. Time changes everything—cultivators aren’t gods, after all. They still age, get sick, and die."

"You really don’t miss a beat between eating and sleeping," Chi Mu said, amused.

Chi Mu’s leg cramped, his foot slipped, and he landed hard on the ground, the chair clattering beside him.

Little Wei ordered several dishes before stretching lazily.

"Well, since you said so, I won’t hold back," Chi Mu said, grabbing his chopsticks and digging in eagerly.

Little Wei rubbed her forehead. "Ugh, I’m just tired. What are you even thinking?"

Chi Mu instinctively glanced outside at her words. When he turned back, Little Wei was already face-down on the table, fast asleep.

"Is this girl evolving into a pig?" Chi Mu asked Si.

Who had time to listen to this guy’s nonsense?

Seems like after all these years, his charm hadn’t faded one bit.

"Fine."

Great, even the female cultivators who’d been eyeing him earlier were gone.

"Obviously. You don’t eat or drink?" Little Wei said, exasperated.

Had it even been a second?

At least he’d come along.

"Just three days without sleep… and she’s like this?" Chi Mu couldn’t believe it.

"I’ve achieved fasting," Chi Mu explained. "You’ve probably seen those old dramas where immortals eat divine fruits or whatever. I’m the same."

Chi Mu had just conjured a folding fan, ready to show off, when Little Wei suddenly lifted her head.

Eat when hungry, sleep when tired—with Song Huanqing taking care of her, Little Wei’s life in the Qingdao Sect was practically pig-like.

Thank goodness this was the cultivation world. Otherwise, Chi Mu would suspect she’d turn into a national treasure—Little Wei the Panda.

The view was at least picturesque.

At the very least, it should be an island, right?

Si truly couldn’t understand.

"That’s it?" Little Wei glanced at the endless sea before them.

"I think it’s fine," Little Wei said before her head thudded against the table.

"What’s wrong with you? You sick or something?" Little Wei hadn’t expected Chi Mu to collapse just from her lifting her head.

Within moments, a few female cultivators approached Chi Mu, lingering nearby. Chi Mu’s lips curled slightly.

Not eating or drinking? That wasn’t human.

That was straight-up a ghost.

"Just eat," Chi Mu said as the food arrived.

"Can people really live under the sea?" Little Wei pressed her lips together.

"That’s just boring," Little Wei scoffed.

"I’m not sure. Maybe at her age, she’s just always tired."

From the sky above to the water before the boat, hues of pale pink to deep emerald shimmered in dozens of layers, rippling outward.

This…

Fortunately, Little Wei had long reached the level of fasting, so skipping meals wasn’t a problem. But before entering the sea, she insisted on having a proper feast.

Chi Mu: "..."

"She’s exhausted. She’s never worked this hard in the sect," Si said, well aware of what Little Wei had been through.

What terrible luck.

Little Wei was seriously about to lose it with this brat.

This was the cultivation world, after all. Even Nascent Soul experts rarely rested—most relied on meditation and absorbing spiritual energy. Actual sleep was practically unheard of.

"Every single day, and at a time like this, you still insist on a good meal," Chi Mu said, glancing at the jade slip menu before snapping it shut.

Honestly, it was a miracle she hadn’t turned into a pig by now.

Chi Mu was fast, but Little Wei struggled to keep up.

Chi Mu’s tone turned serious.

Little Wei tugged at Chi Mu’s sleeve.

So weird.

Without him, even if he drew a map, Little Wei would wander around like a headless fly, unable to even find the town’s entrance.

"True. But there’s one thing I have to tell you," Chi Mu said, his lips pressed tight. "This trip might be a complete waste. We could find nothing."

What in the world would make the Huaiyang Sect live under the sea?

"Enough stalling. Lead the way."

Chi Mu cleared his throat. "No need for such formalities."

Little Wei stared down at the churning sea, frowning before turning to Chi Mu.

Chi Mu was already sketching a talisman in the air.

It vaguely resembled a pentagram but was far more intricate. A silver array spread across the sea’s surface, the sword’s energy rippling outward. In moments, the waters parted, revealing a large circular opening with a staircase of jade steps descending into the depths.

"Okay, that’s actually pretty cool," Little Wei said, stepping onto the jade stairs.

"Now you’re the one wasting time. Quit dawdling—let’s go," Chi Mu said. It had been years since he’d last returned to the Huaiyang Sect.

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