Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
After Long Shaxue was released from the punishment platform, she made people send Fu Xi back to Peng Lai first. Then she went straight back to the dragon race without returning to the Xiyue Mountain.
Ming Shu thought she was going to gather a team and fight back, so she was very excited. But Long Shaxue didnât take any action afterward.
She got excited for nothing.
Without Long Shaxue and Xie Chuyang, life became more and more boring.
Ming Shu would either eat or sleep all day long. The time passed fast, and Xie Chuyang and Long Shaxue seemed to have agreed not to show up.
Do they know that I need their Hatred Points so they just hide on purpose?
When there was nothing to do, Yu Hui liked walking around the Ninth Mountain. He wanted to find that thing, but the result was below his expectations.
Except for a lot of food, he found nothing.
âYu Hui, why did you come back so early today?â Seeing Yu Hui come in, Wu Tong was a little surprised. âDid you go up the mountain again?â
Yu Hui had grown quickly in these several years. Now he was taller than Ming Shu, with a tall and straight posture, and had a sunshiny and handsome face. He was a little arrogant, but that didnât stop many crazy fangirls in the immortal world.
âThe class ended earlier.â Yu Huiâs voice also changed, becoming more pleasant to the ears. He put things down and rolled up his sleeves to begin washing some food ingredients.
Wu Tongâs mouth corners twitched. Master Immortal, come in a hurry, your incurable disciple began to waste food again.
âYu Hui.â Wu Tong tried to stop him. âYou should focus on your cultivation. You know, Lord Ye Yue will be in charge of this job. If the master immortal sees you waste food like this, sheâll beat you again...â
Yu Hui grunted. âIf he can cook, why canât I?â
Wu Tong: â...â
Lord Ye Yue was really cooking for eating, but youâre wasting.
Wu Tong didnât manage to stop Yu Hui, so she just let him be. Anyway, being beaten was his everyday obligation.
Wu Tong got the porridge ready for Ming Shu, gave a look at Yu Hui who was still studying his new cuisine, trembled, then left the kitchen hurriedly.
When Ming Shu finished the porridge, Yu Hui came in with a plate on his palm, looking a mess but still arrogant. âMaster, try this.â
âYou wasted my food again!â Ming Shu jumped up from the soft couch and directly smacked his forehead. âHow many times have I told you, youâre not allowed to go in the kitchen.â
F**k, youâre not designed for being a cook, why donât you understand.
Youâve burned all my kitchens!
Yu Hui protected the plate and darted to one side. âMaster, this one must be great. Look, the color is so nice, and I promise it must taste good.â
Ming Shu stood with her hands on her hips, looked at the stuff in his hands, and squeezed out a forced smile. âIâm afraid Iâll be poisoned to death.â
âHow come, these are poisonless.â Yu Hui insisted, âMaster, just have a taste, maybe they taste better?â
That Lord Ye Yue was so annoying, but the psychopath always thought of him.
Staring at the strange desserts on the plate, Ming Shu had no interest in tasting them at all.
But Yu Hui behaved like a careful and expectant pet... Ming Shu picked up a small piece with the jade chopsticks and put it in her mouth. No taste, and even with a somewhat astringent feeling. Unpalatable!
This little goblin must be pushing my bottom line for bad snacks.
âHow is it?â
âDonât you know the result in your own heart?â Ming Shu pinched the jade chopsticks and really wanted to drop the plate on his head. But thinking that she couldnât waste food, she held back her anger and remained unmoved.
âNot good?â But Lord Ye Yue cooked desserts in this way. I just followed his steps strictly, why does it taste bad?
Ming Shu took a deep breath and smiled. âFrom now on, if you dare step one foot into the kitchen, Iâll drive you out of the Ninth Mountain.â
Yu Hui: â...â
F**k, I worked hard to finish each dayâs required cultivation early in order to cook for you, now you dislike it!
No matter whether the desserts tasted good or bad, he made them with his hands, who did she think would have such an honor?
Yet she doesnât cherish it!
âWhy havenât you gone meditating, are you waiting to be beaten?â
Yu Huiâs lips curled at the corners and he went toward the kitchen with the plate.
If I didnât give way to you, do you think you could beat me?
âDidnât I tell you to stay away from the kitchen? Leave the plate, later Wu Tong will clean it up, now just be gone.â Seeing him makes me feel sorry for my food.
âHmph!â
Yu Hui placed the plate heavily on the table beside Ming Shu, then returned to his room in a few steps.
Why did he have to conquer such a psychopath with a bad temper.
I want to go home.
No, finally this body has grown and the mission is halfway completed. I canât give up right now.
Yes!
Keep calm, I can win this.
Yu Hui thought in his room that he was taller than her now, so it was time to disrespect the master. No, it was a formal beginning to his conquest.
...
In the next few days, Yu Hui tried many ways to flirt with Ming Shu. But of course Ming Shu just watched the show and wasnât touched at all.
Yu Hui didnât doubt his obvious acting and believed she could tell what he was doing. As he didnât hide anything, even Wu Tong felt his intentions.
âMaster Immortal, do you feel that Yu Hui has been a little...â Wrong?
In the early years, Yu Hui was young and she could reluctantly accept his occasional behaviors that were out of line.
But now Yu Hui was no longer a child.
âWhat do you think?â Ming Shu supported her chin and looked at the figure nearby who was sweeping pear blossoms everywhere.
Wu Tong swallowed and asked cautiously, âDoes Yu Hui like you?â
âAs you can see.â
Wu Tong: â...â So you knew it!
âMaster Immortal, you canât make mistakes.â Wu Tong was startled. âYouâre master and disciple.â
If the immortal worldâs antiques knew, they would kill her master immortal with endless lecturing.
Ming Shu averted her gaze and sighed. But that little goblin seduced me.
Why canât he just hate me?
Didnât I beat him fiercely?
It shouldnât be like this...
Is this little goblin an M?
âMaster Immortal, what did you say?â Wu Tong didnât hear Ming Shuâs sigh.
âNothing, what will we have for dinner?â Ming Shu changed to another topic.
...
At night, Yu Hui dressed himself up and came to knock on Ming Shuâs door.
âMaster, I have some questions, can you explain to me?â
Ming Shu wore a light-colored robe and leaned against the door, a fist-sized fruit in her hand. Little Beastie rolled back and forth in the room, looking very happy.
âNo.â
âYouâre my master, why donât you teach me?â Yu Hui asked angrily.
âNo is no, donât you understand what no means?â Ming Shu bit the fruit and chewed. Kacha kacha.
âIf I get beaten outside, Iâll lose face for you, Master.â Yu Hui continued the persuasion, âMaster, please teach me, I donât want to ruin your reputation.â
âThatâs fine. I donât need that.â
Yu Hui: â...â I can see that.
He held back his inner anger and darted into the room through a gap. âI didnât feel well during my cultivation just now, Master, please check on me. Itâll be great trouble if I go the wrong way in cultivation.â
âIncorrect cultivation wonât kill you, what are you afraid of.â Ming Shu closed the door lightly with her foot.
âI donât want to be possessed by a devil, or else who will protect you, Master,â Yu Hui said very earnestly.
Ming Shu chuckled. âYou canât even protect yourself, how will you protect me. Arenât you going to use me as a shield?â