Get Lost, Rebellious Disciple (42)

This kind of matter is best kept known to as few people as possible.

After all, the divine realm must have its own rules. If Chi Mu were discovered meddling in mortal affairs, he’d probably… get his wages docked.

Probably. Even Little Wei wasn’t entirely sure what Chi Mu spent his days doing.

Behind her, Helian Chi observed the scene with pursed lips, a trace of concern in his voice as he asked, “Little girl, you haven’t fallen for that cultivator, have you?”

That was someone destined to ascend to godhood.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Little Wei’s lips twitched.

Helian Chi was about to press further when he took a closer look and noticed something unusual.

“How… are you already at the Divine Transformation stage?”

Little Wei’s expression turned awkward.

Who could explain it?

She had thought it was just a soul enhancement, but perhaps the energy overflow had forcibly elevated the original host’s cultivation—not through some sudden enlightenment, but through solid, tangible progress.

“This… it’s not urgent. I can’t really explain it either. Let’s head back first.” Little Wei yawned, suddenly feeling drowsy.

Helian Chi didn’t push further. The group boarded the flying vessel, and with Helian Chi and Gu Yu accelerating, they returned to the Qingdao Sect in less than half a day.

From afar, Gu Yu gazed at the Qingdao Sect. The clouds thinned as they drew closer, eventually parting to reveal a sky so clear it seemed transparent, stretching endlessly above.

Peaks rose majestically, their verdant slopes dotted with grand halls and pavilions.

Upon landing at the main hall, Helian Chi turned to Gu Yu.

“Senior, why not visit my courtyard first? We can discuss the matter of the sect’s reorganization.”

Gu Yu glanced at Little Wei and nodded.

“Very well, let’s go.”

But Little Wei had no patience for small talk with these old men. She dashed to the teleportation array, drew a talisman, and in the blink of an eye, she was back at Zhong Lingfeng.

Zhong Lingfeng was as peaceful as ever. After taking a few steps, Little Wei spotted Duan Lingyun meditating cross-legged on the ground. Hearing footsteps, Duan Lingyun instinctively spoke without opening her eyes.

“Huan Qing, what’s for dinner tonight?”

“Plain egg noodles, how about that?” Little Wei replied.

Duan Lingyun’s eyes flew open.

“Master!” Her face lit up with joy, and before Little Wei could react, she pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Master, I missed you,” Duan Lingyun murmured, her voice trembling.

“You’re too old to be this clingy. Come on, I’m hungry—let’s have Huan Qing cook something.” Little Wei patted Duan Lingyun’s shoulder.

Duan Lingyun lowered her gaze and pressed a kiss to Little Wei’s forehead.

“Let’s go.” A faint smile lingered on her lips.

Finally, she had her master back. These past days, all she had craved was this very moment.

“So clingy.” Little Wei wiped her forehead, feigning annoyance.

The two walked toward the inner courtyard, where Song Huanqing was polishing teacups on a small table. Hearing footsteps, she looked up.

“Master, you’re back?” Song Huanqing beamed with delight.

“Yes, everything’s settled. I’ll be staying at the sect from now on.” Little Wei smiled faintly.

Li Yu was dead—though his end had been somewhat abrupt. Even if Chi Mu hadn’t acted, Little Wei would have done it herself.

She wasn’t naive enough to believe Li Yu had been there just for fun.

He had likely been scheming with the demonic faction, wandering around because he hadn’t yet found their hideout.

If Li Yu hadn’t been dealt with, the Canglan Continent might have faced catastrophe.

“Really? That’s wonderful! Master, you and Senior Sister catch up—it’s been so long. I’ll go prepare dinner. See you later!” Song Huanqing hurried off.

Little Wei watched her leave. Meanwhile, Duan Lingyun closed the door behind them and turned to face her.

Step by step, she advanced, backing Little Wei against a wooden cabinet.

“What are you doing?” Little Wei raised her hands to push, but Duan Lingyun didn’t budge.

Duan Lingyun wrapped her arms around her, cheeks tinged pink.

“Master, I want… to learn more.”

Her voice was soft, but there wasn’t a trace of shyness in it.

Little Wei: ???

No more learning.

“No, I— Mmph!” Her almond-shaped eyes widened as her small fists weakly thumped against Duan Lingyun’s chest.

Disobedient disciple—go die.

Moments later, delicate embroidered slippers kicked against the floor, the gauzy curtains of the soft bed drifting shut, leaving only the sound of weak, kitten-like protests and muffled sobs.

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“Brother, I’m going to ascend.” Gu Yu said to Little Wei.

Little Wei gazed at the leisurely clouds and wild cranes in the sky, her lashes lowering slightly.

“Alright.”

“It’s a shame Father hasn’t left seclusion yet. I don’t know how he’s doing, but I had Qianxun memorize Chi Mu’s words to relay to him later.”

As soon as Gu Yu finished speaking, a blue-robed girl came sprinting toward them.

“Sect Leader! Sect Leader! The Old Sect Leader—he’s left seclusion! He’s ascending!” Qianxun gasped for breath.

She had rushed to the Qingdao Sect only to be told by Helian Chi that the sect leader was here, undergoing his tribulation.

A faint smile touched Gu Yu’s eyes. Without waiting for Little Wei’s response, he flew to another mountain peak.

Dark clouds gathered overhead, thick purple lightning writhing restlessly within them. A cold wind howled, stinging Little Wei’s face.

She hadn’t let Duan Lingyun come with her.

They had spent the last two months inseparable, and if not for witnessing her younger brother’s ascension, Little Wei wouldn’t have stayed in this world so long. Having a disciple was nice—if only she weren’t so hard on the waist.

“Um… Ancestor.” Qianxun looked at Little Wei with a shy smile.

Little Wei turned, spotting the darkened sky over the Western Sea in the distance.

As Qianxun had said, her father was indeed undergoing his tribulation.

“Ancestor, the Old Sect Leader was overjoyed to hear you were alive. He had actually failed his seclusion, but the happiness helped him break through his bottleneck.”

Qianxun panted as she spoke.

“Good. It’s too late to rush there now.” Little Wei turned her attention back to Gu Yu.

Thunder roared as bolt after bolt of purple lightning struck the barrier around Gu Yu—his protective treasures.

He had prepared for this day for years, and even Chi Mu watched from the divine realm.

Whenever someone faced their tribulation, gods would sense it.

Two.

So it was Gu Yu and his uncle.

Chi Mu’s lips curved slightly.

Little Wei’s legs grew numb from standing, so she sat on the ground, watching as the thirty-fourth bolt crashed into Gu Yu, shattering his third and final treasure.

Qianxun winced.

“Will the Sect Leader make it?”

“He will. After enduring so much, he’ll survive this tribulation too.” Little Wei’s eyes held quiet certainty.

The strikes came one after another.

By the time Little Wei was nearly dozing off, the final bolt—a thick, black lightning—descended.

Gu Yu was already sprawled on the ground.

No one could maintain their grace under the fury of heavenly tribulation.

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