43: Chapter 43 My apprentices are all rascals, they're all like Eamon!

"Boom—!"

A loud bang echoed across the sky as Leng Qingqiu made a flashy entrance.

She gripped the imperial sword jiuyou tightly in her hand, its tip pointing straight at Yun Qianyue.

Lu Chen rubbed his temples and sighed helplessly: "I knew it."

It seemed that from now on, he wouldn't even be able to get a good night's sleep on his Xiaoyao Peak.

Yun Qianyue's nine tails instinctively shielded her back.

She narrowed her peach-blossom eyes, sizing up the little girl in front of her who was only in the Dao Palace Realm.

Although her Aura was intimidating, her cultivation wasn't even as thick as the root of one of her tails.

"Yo, I was wondering who it was."

Yun Qianyue chuckled softly and slowly stood up from the ground.

She deliberately puffed out her chest, her clothes—already torn from her transformation—looking even more precarious, while her nine tails spread out ostentatiously behind her.

"It wouldn't be Senior Sister, would it~"

Yun Qianyue extended her slender fingers, nonchalantly twirling the tips of her silver-white hair:

"Senior Sister, your temper is too fiery. Be careful not to ruin your health; Revered Master would be distressed~ Right, Revered Master?"

As she spoke, her fluffy fox ears twitched, and she leaned her body to the side, wanting to lean against Lu Chen again.

"Clang!"

Leng Qingqiu stared fixedly at the hand trying to touch Revered Master: "Take your dirty hands off! That is my Revered Master!"

"Yours?" Yun Qianyue covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes dancing:

"Revered Master is everyone's Revered Master, how did he become yours alone? Besides..."

She deliberately turned around, facing away from Leng Qingqiu, appearing to tidy her messy clothes—which were clearly damaged around the buttocks—but in reality, she was showing off:

"Besides, Revered Master was very enthusiastic when he was teaching me just now~ That kind of interaction that penetrates the Soul—a little girl like you, Senior Sister, probably wouldn't understand, right?"

The "slap-slap" sounds she heard in the room earlier, and those heart-pounding, blush-inducing screams...

So Revered Master really did hit her?

Clearly, she had come first!

Clearly, last time when Revered Master brought out the little leather whip, she had been ready, but Revered Master had grounded her instead.

Yet this vixen who just arrived, why does she get to enjoy Revered Master's personal punishment as soon as she gets here?

Is this what they call "seeing the new person smile, but not the old person weep"?

"Revered Master!"

Leng Qingqiu threw the imperial sword in her hand to the ground and dropped to her knees in front of Lu Chen with a "thud."

She looked up, her cold, clear eyes brimming with tears.

"Revered Master is biased!"

Lu Chen had just raised his wine gourd to take a sip to calm his nerves, and was almost choked to death by that shout.

"How am I biased?" Lu Chen looked bewildered.

"Revered Master hit her just now!" Leng Qingqiu pointed at Yun Qianyue, her tone filled with grief and indignation:

"Disciple heard it! He hit her for a long time! And after he hit her, her cultivation had a Breakthrough!"

"Revered Master, Disciple is also stuck at a Bottleneck!"

Leng Qingqiu moved forward on her knees, grabbed Lu Chen's other leg, and rubbed her cheek against his knee:

"Revered Master, I beg you, please beat me too! Disciple has thick skin and is much more durable than this vixen! Whether Revered Master uses his hands or a whip, Disciple can take it!"

"Please, Revered Master, you must punish Disciple severely!"

Lu Chen: "..."

Yun Qianyue: "???"

Yun Qianyue, who was just about to activate her taunt mode, found her nine tails stiffening in that moment.

Is something wrong with the way this plot is going?

Does this Senior Sister have some major brain disease? How did it turn into fighting to get beaten?

Su Xuner, standing to the side, was completely petrified; she felt her worldview collapsing.

Is this the daily life of Xiaoyao Peak?

However, before she could recover, Su Qiyue beside her suddenly lit up, as if she had discovered a new world.

"So, one can become stronger by getting beaten?"

"Revered Master, Revered Master! I want it too!"

Su Xuner: "..."

Tired. Let it all be destroyed.

Lu Chen looked at the three pendants hanging off his legs.

On the left was his yandere eldest Disciple, hugging his thigh and begging for abuse.

On the right was his newly accepted second Disciple, the vixen, who was staring in bewilderment as her Senior Sister had an episode.

In the middle was a cute, dazed Named Disciple who treated getting beaten like eating candy.

"What a sin..."

Lu Chen sighed up at the sky.

He just wanted to find a place in this cruel world of cultivation to quietly be a salted fish, and incidentally raise a few Disciples to support him in his old age.

How did he end up raising a nest of perverts?

"Let go of me, all of you!"

Veins popped on Lu Chen's forehead as he released a sliver of his Supreme Aura.

Hum!

The three women were instantly pushed back three feet.

"Leng Qingqiu, you are the Senior Sister, can you act a bit like one?"

Lu Chen pointed at Leng Qingqiu, who was kneeling on the ground, hating that she wouldn't live up to his expectations.

"What kind of messy thoughts are in your head all day? That was to help her Awakening her Bloodline, not because I have some special fetish!"

"But Revered Master..." Leng Qingqiu bit her lip, feeling aggrieved.

"Disciple needs an Awakening too."

"Awakening my foot! You have the Nine Nether Reincarnation Body; can you get an Awakening by getting beaten?" Lu Chen said irritably.

"Hurry up and put your clothes on properly. If I hear such lewd words again, I won't hit you ever again!"

"And you, put away your tails! If people didn't know better, they would think my Xiaoyao Peak had been renamed to the Cave of the Spider Spirits!"

The great hall fell silent.

Leng Qingqiu: Stay away from Revered Master in the future, or I'll chop off your tails and make a scarf!

Yun Qianyue: Blehh, Revered Master was so happy when he touched my tails earlier~

This team is really hard to lead.

Just then, that long-lost mechanical prompt sounded in his mind.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, Host.]

[Detected that the Host now has two Personal Disciples who possess the "Demeanor of a Supreme" and have been successfully won over (Leng Qingqiu, Yun Qianyue).]

[Hidden achievement unlocked: Two Supremes in one sect!]

[Rewards are being calculated...]

[Reward: Lifespan + 10 years (Although the Host is already immortal, this number looks auspicious).]

[Reward: imperial weapon of the utmost path Restoration Fluid x1 (can repair that pile of junk the Host snatched).]

[Extra Reward: Top-grade Imperial Weapon - Immortal Binding Rope (Enhanced Version). Note: This rope ignores defense, automatically forms a tortoise-shell bind to trap enemies, has built-in tactile feedback, tightens the more the target struggles, and has a 200% intimidation bonus against female Cultivators. It is an essential item for home, travel, and discipline... ahem.]

Lu Chen looked at the golden, snake-like rope writhing in the System space and fell into deep thought.

"System, do you have some misunderstanding about me?"

[This System only exists to satisfy the Host's needs.]

Lu Chen glanced at Leng Qingqiu and Yun Qianyue, who were shooting daggers at each other, and then looked at the Immortal Binding Rope in the space.

Hmm...

Perhaps this thing might actually be useful in the future?

He glanced at the three women who were still staring daggers at each other and waved his hand:

"Alright, stop standing there."

"Qingqiu, take your Junior Sister to pick a room, and incidentally teach her the rules of Xiaoyao Peak."

Leng Qingqiu's eyes lit up, and she spun the imperial sword jiuyou in her hand:

"Yes, Revered Master. Disciple will definitely make Junior Sister understand the rules of the peak."

"Revered Master~ I want to stay in the same room as you~" Yun Qianyue attempted one last struggle.

"Scram!"

...

The night grew deep.

Xiaoyao Peak finally regained its superficial peace.

Lu Chen lay on his rocking chair, watching the bright moon outside the window, listening to the faint sounds of arguing and sword-clanging coming from the side hall, and a faint smile curled on his lips.

Although it was a bit noisy.

But this Xiaoyao Peak, which had been cold and lonely for ten thousand years, finally seemed to have some life in it.