Martial Cultivator-Chapter 923.2: Someone Has a Bad Temper - Part 2
How could Chen Chao not understand what the Crown Prince was thinking? He asked in return, “Even if it’s extremely troublesome, does that mean Your Highness won’t try?”
Without waiting for the Crown Prince to answer, Chen Chao smiled to himself and said, “Of course not. There are many women under heaven, but very few you can truly like. In an entire lifetime, the ones you’ll encounter are even fewer. So if there’s a chance to be together, then be together. The principle is very simple.”
The Crown Prince slapped the table and praised him. “Elder Brother has really hit the nail on the head!”
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Perhaps Yu Xiyi had eaten too many fried cicadas lately. As a result, though summer had yet to pass, no new summer cicadas were flying around this bamboo lodge anymore.
Bored to death, Great Sword Immortal Yu was lying under the shade of a tree, feeling uncomfortable no matter how he lay. Most of the time, he rested with his eyes closed. Only occasionally, when his gaze swept toward the precious final disciple not far away, who was sitting in meditation with her eyes closed and circulating the sword qi within her body through a full cycle, would this Great Sword Immortal Yu's eyes show a few traces of genuine delight. This disciple’s temperament was so-so, but both her talent and her diligence were deeply satisfying. She had now formally embarked on the path of cultivation and become a bona fide sword cultivator. In a few more years, she would likely achieve minor success. Within ten years, Yu Xiyi could guarantee that this girl would enter the Bitter Sea Realm.
After that, another ten years to reach the end of the Great Beyond. And after that, whether she could occasionally become one of the few renowned female sword immortals under heaven would depend on her fate.
Of course, all of this was premised on one thing: that within these twenty or thirty years before Nepenthe, this girl would not be utterly bewitched by some stinking brat, destabilizing her sword heart and delaying her cultivation of the sword dao.
If that day ever came, Your Father would make that stinking brat understand what a great sword immortal really was.
If that day ever came, he would make that rotten brat understand what a great sword immortal really was.
Great Sword Immortal Yu sat up from the chair, stretched lazily, and subconsciously glanced into the distance. The little girl over there had already gone home to eat dinner.
Not far away, Yu Qingfeng had just finished a round of boxing. Seeing Yu Xiyi stand up, he shouted from a distance, “Martial Uncle Yu, another hard day of cultivation? Not easy at all!”
Yu Xiyi did not even turn his head. He could hear the sarcasm in the brat’s tone and replied casually, “What is it, Lord Yu? Want to test your sword against me?”
Yu Qingfeng originally had plenty more to say, but Yu Xiyi’s single line about asking for a sword match immediately shut him up. Any great sword immortal of the present age would not stoop to argue with a junior like him, but Yu Xiyi was the exception. If Yu Qingfeng really agreed to it, Yu Xiyi would actually draw his sword.
Of course, he would exercise restraint and would not kill him, but leaving him lying in bed for ten days or half a month was unavoidable.
As for how Yu Qingfeng knew this.
Simple.
He had experienced it personally.
Thus, up to now, this eldest disciple under the Lord Warden Commander’s banner, aside from mouthing off a few words, would absolutely never make a move when it came to crossing swords with that martial uncle who lacked even the slightest air of a lofty expert.
“If you don’t dare ask for a sword match, then shut that little mouth of yours. If you keep talking this much, I will have no choice but to treat it as you asking me for one.”
Yu Xiyi glanced at Yu Qingfeng, his gaze unfriendly. This fellow’s temperament was far too unruly. He really ought to be made to suffer a bit.
However, when he saw He Liang not far away, this great sword immortal’s gaze softened considerably. To be fair, Yu Xiyi quite liked this disciple of Chen Chao. This foolish kid was gentle and magnanimous, very good indeed. He just could not understand how a clever brat like Chen Chao ended up with such a disciple.
Truly meeting the wrong person.
He meant He Liang meeting Chen Chao.
The corners of his mouth twitching, Yu Xiyi smiled and asked, “Little He, are you free?”
Over there, He Liang had also just finished a round of boxing and was currently drenched in sweat, sitting on the steps to rest. Hearing Yu Xiyi speak, this youth, who had grown quite a bit taller, dragged his tired body to his feet and asked, “Martial Uncle Yu wants to drink?”
Yu Xiyi burst into laughter. “Little He, you really are sharp. Your martial uncle here has been craving the sorghum liquor from Gaoliang Workshop. Why don't...”
Before he finished speaking, He Liang was already about to get up and head to the alcohol shop some distance away from the bamboo lodge to buy liquor for Martial Uncle Yu. Yu Qingfeng ground his teeth. No matter what, he could not stand seeing this fellow bully his junior brother.
But Yu Xiyi seemed to have a moment of conscience and immediately added, “Forget it today. I also have not gone out for a walk in quite some time. I will go myself. Just not sure whether the girl who sells the alcohol is there. If it is her mother instead, then this trip will really be for nothing.”
Yu Xiyi waved his hand, signaling He Liang to rest, then swayed as he stood up and walked outside.
He Liang said, “Martial Uncle Yu, take care,” and only then sat back down.
Yu Qingfeng looked furious at his lack of backbone. “Little He, damn it, can you be tougher? Why don’t you go pick a fight with him!”
He Liang raised his head and looked at his senior brother, who was standing in front of him at this moment, staring at him with a face full of anger. After a moment of silence, he asked in confusion, “Senior Brother, would you dare to get into a fight with Martial Uncle Yu?”
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Yu Qingfeng was momentarily at a loss for words and said with a lack of confidence, “It’s not like I haven’t fought him before. I have fought him before.”
“But even if you haven’t, there’s no need to be afraid of him. Little He, you’re really embarrassing Master like this. Junior Sister, don’t you think so?”
Yu Qingfeng looked toward the little junior sister sitting beside He Liang not far away and blinked at her.
The little girl, who was always quiet and reserved, merely glanced at He Liang at her side and shook her head. “I don’t think it’s a big deal.”
This gave Yu Qingfeng, the senior brother, absolutely no face at all.
If this were some other sect, it might not necessarily be a major issue, but it certainly would not be a minor one either. If things went badly, there would surely be rumors of discord among fellow disciples.
However, there were only the three of them apprentices, and their junior sister Ning Qingnian had always been like this. Yu Qingfeng only felt his face flush red and did not think much of it.
He Liang also nodded and said, “Martial Uncle Yu is actually pretty good. He’s a bit lazy as a person, but that’s not really a serious flaw.”
Yu Qingfeng muttered, “Little He, do you even understand that I’m helping you here?”
He Liang broke into a bright smile. “Of course I know Senior Brother means well!”
Hearing this, Yu Qingfeng’s expression finally improved somewhat. He had never expected anything from the Little Junior Sister anyway. Thankfully, this junior brother of his could still listen a little.
At least it gave him some sense of being the eldest senior brother.
“Little He, with your temperament, you’re bound to suffer losses sooner or later. Listen to a word of advice from your senior brother. Don’t be a yes-man. Being a yes-man is the least promising thing there is.”
Yu Qingfeng continued on his own, “Just look at our master. He’s not a yes-man at all. His temper is terrible. Whoever provokes him gets beaten a few times. So you should learn from our master and not be a yes-man.”
If this were before, when Yu Qingfeng spoke like this, He Liang would have simply listened. But now He Liang suddenly shook his head and said, “Senior Brother, Master doesn’t have a bad temper. Don’t joke around.”
Yu Qingfeng frowned. “Little He, Master isn’t even here right now. What are you saying this for?”
He Liang said, “Senior Brother, don’t joke carelessly. Didn’t you say just last night that Master is a rare and excellent teacher? Haven’t you learned a great deal from Master?”
Yu Qingfeng narrowed his eyes, his face full of confusion. “Little He, did something dirty possess you? When did I ever say something like that?”
Beside them, the little junior sister Ning Qingnian, who had been sitting all this time, stood up, walked forward, and called out, “Master.”
He Liang closed his eyes. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Yu Qingfeng’s eyes widened, and he immediately tried to change his tune. “I was just saying, Master, his elderly self-”
Before he could finish speaking, a hand pressed down on his shoulder, and a voice that was both unfamiliar and familiar sounded out, “Little Yu, whose temper is bad?”
