Chapter 211: A Sudden Change in Personality (First Update)

Ye Wenxin didn’t say much more; she knew this situation was absurd.

To find a true disciple, Fairy Fengya was even willing to bring out her treasured possessions. In contrast, Ye Wenxin refused the ancient manuals just to spite Fairy Fengya.

Thinking back on it now, Ye Wenxin felt some regret about letting those ancient manuals slip through her fingers.

However, what bothered her most was Fairy Fengya’s attitude.

If Fairy Fengya had truly spoken that final sentence, perhaps Ye Wenxin might have reluctantly agreed to become her true disciple in front of everyone.

However, there was no further resolution, leaving Ye Wenxin feeling empty inside.

“Let’s go. I’ll take you to your new residence. You can move in these next few days,” Jin Xiaoqin said, patting Ye Wenxin’s shoulder, bringing her out of her thoughts.

Ye Wenxin turned and responded, “Should I start calling you Master now? Or wait until after I worship you as master?”

Reflecting on how many people she had called Master, Ye Wenxin began to feel numbed to it.

“It’s up to you. I’m not particular about it. As long as you acknowledge me as your master, I’ll always consider you my disciple,” Jin Xiaoqin replied.

She was strict and upright, a representative of the most traditional swordsmanship lineage in the Azure Wings Sect.

Since ancient times, the question of whether the chicken or the egg came first has sparked countless discussions on Earth.

Similarly, in the world of cultivators, the argument over whether swordsmanship or sword Qi is more important has been a longstanding debate.

Fairy Fengya naturally belonged to the sword Qi lineage, and she and Jin Xiaoqin were rivals in terms of personality, behavior, and various other aspects.

Of course, Ye Wenxin just learned about these matters.

“I don’t think School Master Fengya will give up. If you want to reconsider, this is your last chance,” Jin Xiaoqin said after explaining the differences between the swordsmanship and sword Qi factions. She couldn’t help but ask Ye Wenxin about her thoughts again.

This reflected Jin Xiaoqin’s feminine delicacy and her own insecurities.

Even though Fairy Fengya was hundreds of years younger than her fellow disciples, her genius was undeniable.

“Master, how can you be so unsure of yourself?” Ye Wenxin replied with a smile, having roughly grasped the basic traits of Jin Xiaoqin’s character.

Stubborn and old-fashioned, but with a soft heart hidden behind a sharp tongue; if it weren’t so, she couldn’t have taken such good care of Gu Xiangsi.

Recalling Gu Xiangsi’s words from the night before, Ye Wenxin began to worry about how to face living under the same roof as her.

Even though she had rejected these women, why did their obsessions run so deep? Could it be that this peach-colored luck could bewitch hearts, achieving effects similar to Heart Poison?

The more Ye Wenxin thought about it, the more inexplicable it seemed.

Suddenly, she remembered her new master beside her and quickly pretended to listen intently to the rest of Jin Xiaoqin’s words.

“Xiangsi wasn’t my first disciple; I had another one before her. Although we weren’t related by blood, she was like a daughter to me, and she worked very hard. But who could have known…”

“Did she pass away?” Ye Wenxin listened to the subtext, considering that the world might seem peaceful, but the tripartite balance of power between the immortal sects, demon sects, and dynasties meant that hidden undercurrents and sacrifices were inevitable.

Seeing Jin Xiaoqin’s sorrowful expression, Ye Wenxin naturally assumed this first disciple had died a martyr.

“No, if she had died, that would have been better!” Jin Xiaoqin replied through gritted teeth, as if she wished she could strangle this disciple, whom she had loved like a daughter.

“Then what happened?” Ye Wenxin was even more puzzled, not understanding why Jin Xiaoqin was telling her this terrifying story before she had even officially entered her school.

“She… One day she saw Fairy Fengya and fell in love at first sight. Then, she came back to tell me how fortunate she felt and proceeded to betray her master,” Jin Xiaoqin continued, recounting the story of her first disciple.

For some reason, this story gave Ye Wenxin a sense of familiarity. It felt like she was listening to her own story.

The more Ye Wenxin listened, the more she felt that she and Jin Xiaoqin shared a similar fate. She realized even more that Fairy Fengya was nothing but a disaster in disguise.

Everyone, regardless of gender, was enchanted by her beauty, yet they had no idea, how twisted and heartless Fairy Fengya truly was.

“Ah, Master, the more I see you, the more I feel a connection with you. Rest assured, once a master, always a mother. No matter what happens, I will always be your disciple,” Ye Wenxin said, trying to flatter Jin Xiaoqin.

However, Jin Xiaoqin’s expression grew increasingly unpleasant, leaving Ye Wenxin puzzled about what she might have said wrong.

“Master, why do you look more and more upset?”

Jin Xiaoqin looked at Ye Wenxin with a complicated expression and continued, “My first disciple said the exact same thing before she betrayed me.”

“……”

The most embarrassing thing in the world was not when your own disciple ran away with another master, but when your newly recruited disciple did so.

Ye Wenxin seemed to read this message from Jin Xiaoqin’s expression. After thinking for a moment, she ultimately chose not to explain anything. She was in this to exploit her anyway, as for what would happen next…

Wait a minute. If she really ran away, should she continue framing Fairy Fengya, perpetuating a vicious cycle, escalating the conflict between Jin Xiaoqin and Fairy Fengya even further?

Ye Wenxin shamelessly thought to herself, if she couldn’t beat or scold her, then she might as well just anger Fairy Fengya to death.

Poor Jin Xiaoqin didn’t know that Ye Wenxin was using her as a tool.

Seeing Ye Wenxin fall into silence, she thought her words had hurt her disciple’s self-esteem and continued, “Forget it, since we’re tied as master and disciple, no matter what happens in the future, we will always be master and disciple.”

Ye Wenxin looked at the seriousness in Jin Xiaoqin’s expression, first stunned, then smiling faintly.

In several years from now, perhaps no one would have expected that Jin Xiaoqin, the most ordinary master among all, would be the one who contributed the most in the master-disciple relationship with Ye Wenxin.

However, these were all stories for another time. At the moment, Ye Wenxin just regarded it as a joke from Jin Xiaoqin and didn’t take it to heart. She continued chatting with her about daily topics, making Jin Xiaoqin beam with joy.

“Why didn’t I see you this lively and cheerful when we first met?” Jin Xiaoqin smiled with some profound meaning, as if she suspected that the person she saw back then wasn’t really Ye Wenxin.

Her aura and eyes had changed so much that anyone with a discerning eye could tell there was something fishy going on.

“Master, have you heard of dissociative identity disorder?” Ye Wenxin remained calm and composed.

She suddenly realized that ever since running away, ‘Master’ had become the most natural thing to say, and kneeling to worship a master became a common occurrence.

“Dissociative identity disorder? Never heard of it.”

“It’s my old problem. Whenever I get nervous, my personality changes abruptly.” Ye Wenxin continued to talk nonsense with a straight face, just trying to deceive these people who had no knowledge of Earth’s culture.

If she pretended to have Fairy Fengya’s personality, although Ye Wenxin couldn’t imitate it perfectly, she could definitely pull off about seventy to eighty percent, confidently.