Chapter 5 — Master's Stupid Girl

At this moment, Luc Y Y stepped forward, her face solemn. After understanding the source, she pointed at Lang Tieu and shouted without shame: "Lang Tieu! If it weren't for Miss Ngan to come back to help you get clothes, how could she fall into this dangerous situation?!" Hearing that, Lang Tieu's eyes immediately fell on the clothes in my hand. The clothes were burned to pieces, but there were still five-colored bright spots dancing on the pure black fabric, vaguely recognizing that this... was the clothes of a man. For a moment, his eyes widened. His eyebrows furrowed, from panic to coldness. His voice was hoarse and cold to the bone: "It's not mine." Luc Y Y took a deep breath, pursed her lips, appearing surprised, but deliberately lowered her voice so that everyone could hear clearly: "Isn't it yours? Could it be that... Miss Ngan... besides you, there is another man?" Having said this, she immediately "suddenly remembered" and pretended to cover her mouth and stay silent, but a poisonous seed was planted in people's hearts. The air instantly froze. From where Lang Tieu stood, a layer of cold murderous aura erupted, spreading in circles around him, causing everyone to be unable to breathe and take three steps back in fear. He grabbed my shoulder so tightly, his hand was like an iron clamp, that my shoulder bone cracked. His face was dark, his voice was deep and hoarse like a stormy wind: "Tell me... Who is that man?" “My wound had just healed, and you were impatient to chase me away… It was because of him, right?” The voice was deep and hoarse, as if carrying a storm before raging, sending chills down my spine. Lang Tieu squinted, the bottom of his eyes cold as ice frozen for a thousand years, the corner of his lips curled up into a sarcastic smile: "Or... is it the bartender?" My heart trembled, for a moment, the whole room seemed to freeze. He met the shopkeeper several times. He had a man's intuition. With just one look, he felt the instinctive killing intent from the other person. Every time he looked at my back as I left, his eyes were... complicated, dark, unpredictable. I just felt like my head was splitting, I didn't want to say anything, I just looked at him quietly, neither nodding nor shaking. But for Lang Tieu, that silence was an admission. At this time, Luc Y Y stepped up, saw Lang Tieu's gloomy face, pretended to advise, his voice was soft: "Lang brother, don't be angry...maybe it's just a misunderstanding." Then she turned to me and smiled gently: "Sister, quickly explain to brother Lang!" I slowly turned my head, looked straight at her innocent face, then lowered my gaze to her waist... A sparkling light caught my eye - a jade pendant! That is the characteristic jade pendant of the sect on top of the mountain, only the elders with the highest rank can own. At that moment, my heart seemed to awaken from a long dream. Everything... I remember! Not knowing where the strength came from, I forcefully pulled away from Lang Tieu's hand, one step as light as a bird's nest, leaving everyone behind, my figure disappeared into the horizon, straight towards the sect. 10 Standing in front of the sect's entrance hall, rows and rows of sacred tablets are stacked closely, from bottom to top, engraved with the names of the deceased Grand Masters and Elders. On the top floor, there is only a single sacred tablet, behind which an ancient painting hangs. In the painting — a man with eyebrows and eyes bright, black hair tied high, eyes embracing the mountains, rivers, sun and moon, aura that seemed to suppress the whole world. Just one look, as if he was still standing there, as alive as when he was alive. At that moment, all the sadness and injustice that had accumulated for so long was like water breaking its banks, all spilling out of my chest. I rushed forward, clutching the spiritual tablet tightly, tears mixed with blood, crying without a sound, the cry echoed throughout the mountains and forests, causing the clouds and sea to roll. When news of my true identity spread, no one in the sect dared to stop it. Several Elders arrived in panic, their limbs in disarray, using spiritual energy to penetrate my memory. When they learned the whole truth, their anger boiled, their eyes seemed to burn the whole world. It turns out... the person who ordered the fire... was Luc Y Y! And the one who directly took action... was Lang Tieu! Luc Y Y was narrow-minded, did not realize that the gem came from a sect, yet recklessly stole it, and repeatedly provoked and incited me and Lang Tieu to distrust each other. A few days ago, Lang Tieu accidentally discovered a mysterious outfit hidden under my bedside table, an item I had never let him know about. Just when his mind was still in turmoil, Luc Y Y took the opportunity to sneak in and skillfully sow suspicion and jealousy in his heart, just as the barkeep actively approached me... The fire of jealousy burned, Lang Tieu in anger, a fire burned down his clothes, just to prove - Whether or not I was... "hiding another man" outside. A shocking black aura! The void tore a rift, the mystical chain rushed down from the void like a coiled dragon, the next moment... Luc Y Y and Lang Tieu were tied up by the five flowers, thrown straight in front of the spirit tablet of the first Sect Master! Luc Y Y had cloth stuffed into her mouth, making a few vague "mmmm" sounds. Even though her mouth was blocked, her wet eyes were still deliberately wet, trembling, pretending to be weak, as if wanting to beg for mercy from the Elders. At that time, Lang Tieu's eyes looked at me full of unpredictable meaning, as deep as the bottom of a lake, filled with emotions that were both complex and unpredictable. Me, Lang Tieu and Luc Y Y just sat all night without eating or drinking. By the second day, my eyes were as puffy as walnuts, in front of me was a high mountain of delicious food, but I didn't even bother to glance, I just cried hoarsely, my cries were broken and hoarse, as if I wanted to squeeze out my soul. Opposite me, Luc Y Y was tied up all night, her hands were rubbing until they were red, she was sweating profusely, her eyes were full of hope and longing, staring at the pile of food in front of me. She turned her head slightly, her eyes secretly asking for help from the disciples guarding outside, sobbing wordlessly, clearly wanting a sip of water, just a bite of food. But... without an order from the elder, no matter how much she cried, that disciple did not dare to move her chopsticks! Because... the "difficult ancestor" in front of them hasn't even touched a morsel - who dares to give food to Luc Y Y in front of me, it's like finding a way to die! Luc Y Y was still blinking and signaling, when suddenly a series of dry coughs came from the door. As soon as that cough ended, all the disciples simultaneously knelt down. The person who walked in was the oldest elder of the sect, like a ninety-year-old mortal, his back slightly bent, holding a brightly colored garment in his hand, leaning on a cane and slowly walking in, each step as if weighed down by hundreds of years of weather. That's the outfit ancient divine beast feathers - made from the feathers of peerless divine beasts, said to be rare to see once in a thousand years. Wearing it on your body, you can neutralize toxic gases, kill obstacles, even transform all unfavorable auras into beneficial ones, help increase your cultivation level, go to the sky, go down to the sea, rush straight into the demon world, nothing can stop you. To get this item, the sect had to spend hundreds of years of effort, cutting down divine beasts, using spiritual formations to suppress them, to create an unparalleled treasure. Now, in order to mend the clothes, several elders almost burned down their entire cultivation base, only to be able to barely mend a part, but their power was no longer the same as before. Seeing the old elder appear, Luc Y Y's eyes immediately lit up like stars, as if seeing the only savior, biting the cloth tightly in his mouth, emitting vague choking sounds: "Uncle Master... save the disciple... the disciple has been wronged!!!" The old man just snorted coldly, his old eyes not bothering to glance at her once. He turned around and walked straight in front of me, placed the beast's costume in front of him, pulled out ten skewers of hot gourd candy, his hands trembled, and slowly knelt down before me! “Uncle Patriarch… Please… stop crying…” 11 The whole hall… was completely silent. Everyone, no one could believe their eyes. The sect disciples were stunned, even the elders standing next to them were gaping. Luc Y Y was stunned, her mouth was stuffed with cloth, she didn't know when, the piece of cloth fell off on its own, and she didn't even know. When the tallest elder knelt down, all the disciples reflexively knelt to the ground, so scared that they did not dare to raise their heads. Even Luc Y Y's master had just walked in, saw this scene, his legs were weak, he only heard a "thump" sound, he also knelt down, his voice trembling: "Disciple who is not filial, please admit your crime... Involving the master to suffer humiliation... Disciple... vows to abandon a thousand years of morality and go down the mountain to take care of the master!"