Chapter 2 — Thousand Years Waiting For Her

Ha Coc Tuyet's face changed drastically and she was about to attack, but she only heard Hanh Hai calling softly. She immediately changed into a docile and submissive look, as if she had never been angry before, then followed closely beside him. The senior brother looked at her back, softly clicked his tongue and exclaimed: "You dare to disobey the sect master, only once in a thousand years do you meet someone... Tell me, what is so special about Ha Coc Tuyet that makes Master Hanh Hai value him so much?" In today's world of true cultivation, Tieu Dao Tong is known as the first immortal sect in the world, all... just because of Hanh Hai - an absolute murderous aura, suppressing the whole world of true cultivators. But Hanh Hai has a strange personality and only cares about cultivating the religion. After breaking through the Mahayana period, he stood in an invincible highland, separate from the physical world. If it weren't for the sect leader's condescension to plead three times, even threatening to cut off the spiritual stone supply, he would never have accepted me as a disciple. In a previous life, this scene also happened. The first time I met him, I liked him. In this world, it is not uncommon for disciples to form spiritual partners, so from the beginning I was determined to worship Hanh Hai as my master. Back then, Ha Coc Tuyet stood up to protest, I immediately defeated her in the sect's big sister, and smoothly became Hanh Hai's hereditary disciple. But... I didn't expect that he never wanted to recognize me at all. In Hanh Hai's eyes, compared to me - a second-generation immortal who was born with a spirit pill - he admires Ha Coc Tuyet even more, who rose from the bottom of the mud step by step, tenaciously tearing open the sky and breaking the ground. As a disciple of Hanh Hai, he said one thing, I absolutely did not dare to say two. I respect him, love him, but in return, he only treats me with coldness. According to morality, a master should pass on a life-giving spiritual energy to his disciple. Especially for direct disciples, the part usually given is the precious spiritual weapon, the magical objects of heaven and earth that are difficult to find, incomparably precious. For a person with Hanh Hai's cultivation level, spiritual energy has long been of no use. I once naively thought that he would give his life aura to me - his personal disciple, and the person he personally accepted. But the result... He just faintly said, let senior brother lead me to the sect's magic weapon warehouse, "choose one at your discretion" and that's it. I understand... in his heart, I am not important. However, I have never held any resentment. Even though he was indifferent towards me, I still worked hard day and night, practicing like crazy, just to prove... I was worthy of being his disciple. One year later, I successfully broke through Hu Dan. That day, I was so happy that I forgot to fly, just ran straight to his hospital, wanting to tell the good news to my master first. But when I ran to the front yard, I realized... That place was originally a forbidden area, he had never allowed me to step foot in. I stood on the porch and accidentally saw a scene - Ha Coc Tuyet standing on the flying sword, her lips moving slightly, her figure as light as a cloud, flying with the sword. Next to her, Hanh Hai stood there, dressed in elegant white, with a voice as light as the wind, gently guiding her every move. At that moment, I suddenly realized - In his eyes looking at her, there was a gentleness that had never been shown to me, like calm spring lake water, so warm that it made people's hearts ache. Ha Coc Tuyet tilted her head, her eyes were filled with dew, her tone was soft: "Uncle Hanh Hai, you taught me that... If Senior Sister Am Nghi knew, would you be unhappy?" Hearing my name, the corners of his lips pursed slightly, his smile faded. Hanh Hai's eyes lowered and he just calmly said one sentence: "She... is not as good as you." At that moment, that sentence pierced straight into my heart. Compared to any ancient divine weapon, it was sharper and a thousand times more deadly. From then on, Hanh Hai no longer hid anything. He publicly taught Ha Coc Tuyet, meticulously detailing each method, each change in the method, causing the entire sect to stir. Even the sect leader was dissatisfied and sought him out to talk privately. But Hanh Hai thought I was the one who secretly informed him. Therefore, he harshly punished me, forced me to kneel in the back of the mountain for three days and three nights, the wind and frost cut my skin, my aura was as cold as a needle, my knees were torn apart, blood stained the stone and soil, and he still never came to look at me once. I once naively thought... He didn't like me, just because I wasn't as good as Ha Coc Tuyet. So, when I entered the sect that year, when I confronted her, I showed no mercy. I forced her to choke until her spiritual energy was exhausted, beat her until her magic weapon was broken, and she herself fell to the ground, her breathing was interrupted. Just as I was about to withdraw my hand, Ha Coc Tuyet suddenly recited a spell. A golden light descended from the sky — A peerless aura appeared before my eyes. And when I saw clearly what it was... my whole body felt like I was struck by lightning. That is Hanh Hai's destiny aura! Only the person who has entered into a blood contract with it can summon and control it. It turns out... A long time ago, Hanh Hai gave his spiritual energy to Ha Coc Tuyet. In that stunned moment, that spiritual energy shattered the magic weapon in my hand into pieces, leaving no trace of soul left. Before I could recover, my body was pierced by the tip of the sword, blood spilled out, dyeing the world red. I just remember, when I fell down, Ha Coc Tuyet's eyes were full of pride, while Hanh Hai... was still standing there, not even looking at me once. 3 Recalling the events of my past life, I still feel like that spiritual energy is sticking straight into my heart, every sharp pain still spreads throughout my chest. Just as I was still immersed in that heavy feeling, suddenly someone on top of my head waved his hand. Thanh Da's voice rang out ahead, as gentle as the spring breeze: "Let's go, little disciple." … Perhaps because he has lived so long, Thanh Da carries a kind of eerie spirit that is different from ordinary people. To say it's beautiful is "elegant and free from worldliness", but to say it frankly... it's lazy. Lazy to walk. Lazy to stand up. Lazy to clean the room. Too lazy to cook rice. After I worshiped him, it seemed like he found a "little maid" from heaven, making me more and more skillful. Scoop water. Chop firewood. Sweep the yard. Even... feed the pigs. Wait... I looked at the pig lying with its belly exposed in the barn, frowned, full of doubt: "Why... Tieu Dao Tong's town spirit beast... is a pig?" … That day, I was frowning and helping the pig bathe, when Thanh Da slowly walked out of the room, one hand holding a bunch of sparkling purple grapes, his movements were extremely leisurely. He stood there looking at me for a long time, his eyes curved, like he was smiling don't laugh. Then, he raised his hand and waved softly: "Dear, come here~" I tilted my head, pretending to be deaf as if I didn't hear. So he threw a grape directly at me, his voice drawling, teasing: "Children~ come here~" I took a deep breath. Previously, I thought that the old ancestor who had lived for more than a thousand years would be calm, calm, and majestic... Who would have thought that... he would be mischievous and stubborn, just like a scoundrel masquerading as an immortal. Having lived with him for a whole month, I now feel that some of my respect has finally evaporated. I put my hands on my hips, my face impatient: "If you have something, say it directly!" Thanh Da replied lazily, the corners of his lips curved, his voice like the night wind blowing across the water: "Disciple... you've been here with the master for a month, has your cultivation... improved at all?" …He still dared to ask. I worship him as a teacher, partly because the place where he resides is where the spiritual energy is most concentrated in Tieu Dao Tong, quiet and peaceful, suitable for meditating and cultivating. Another part... is because I carry the memories of my past life and the practice still exists, thinking that with my natural talent and enlightenment, my rate of advancement will definitely be many times faster than others. Indeed... this place is extremely quiet. The spiritual energy is also extremely pure. But there's just one thing... I don't have time to practice! For the past few days, besides helping him clean the room, feed the pigs, carry water, and chop firewood, I haven't had a breath to calm my mind and practice.