Chapter 41: You See Clearly, I Am Not Your Mister
At the same time.
On Mount Qingcheng, Luo Cong’an, who was originally meditating in her cave mansion, suddenly opened her eyes.
She shivered violently, as if another person inside her body was desperately fighting for control.
With her usual gentle demeanor, her face was now somewhat contorted.
If anyone on Mount Qingcheng saw her, they would likely be stunned.
“I feel Mister’s aura!”
“I don’t know any Mister at all.”
Two contradictory sentences, yet both came from Luo Cong’an’s mouth.
“Unless you agree to one condition for me…”
“…”
The brief argument ended quickly.
The stone door of the cave mansion immediately opened. The woman even forgot to put on her shoes. Her white robe fluttered as she swiftly moved in a certain direction.
…
…
Everything happened quickly and ended even faster.
Chen An, holding a stick, frowned.
His clothes were badly damaged, especially his trousers, which were almost reduced to shorts.
He walked to the middle of the road, where a woman lay sprawled.
She had likely fainted from exhaustion.
Beside the woman was a young girl, who had been crying uncontrollably.
However, she had stopped crying and was no longer shedding tears. She simply sat on the ground, staring blankly at Chen An, her mouth slightly agape.
The person she had cursed moments ago had suddenly become her savior.
The young girl clearly hadn’t processed it yet.
Chen An walked over.
He slightly bent down and extended a hand.
“Get up.”
The familiar voice jolted Lin Jingqiu, who was still immersed in shock.
The midday sun was largely blocked by the young man.
She saw his face clearly.
It was as handsome as ever.
Lin Jingqiu reached out and grasped his hand; it was warm and reassuring.
She then tried to stand up, but forgot that she had fallen earlier. She immediately cried out in pain.
“Ah…”
Lin Jingqiu cautiously looked up at Chen An with a wronged expression.
“I sprained my ankle…”
Chen An nodded, indicating he understood.
Then, with a twist of his wrist, he lifted the girl entirely.
It was like lifting a small, weak, pathetic, and helpless kitten.
“Huh?!”
A large question mark appeared above Lin Jingqiu’s head.
She wondered why the situation was different from what was described in anime.
Shouldn’t Chen An have knelt down, carefully removed her shoe, then held her slender ankle with his large hand to gently put it back in place?
How did it turn out like this…
She didn’t dare to ask, as she felt she would receive some strange answer.
Chen An, carrying her with one hand and the wooden stick with the other, walked towards the orphanage.
At the entrance of the orphanage stood a group of people led by Wang Que.
Their expressions were complicated, and their gazes towards Chen An were filled with fear and admiration.
The fear stemmed from never having seen anyone so ruthless to themselves in their entire lives.
The admiration was due to the natural reverence for the strong, and this young man had indeed saved them.
Suddenly.
The young man stopped walking.
He stood in place, looking at the sky.
Lin Jingqiu was a bit confused but followed his gaze.
A tiny white dot appeared in the sky.
As the white dot rapidly approached.
She gradually made out the true form of the white dot.
It was a person.
A woman whom Lin Jingqiu knew all too well.
Luo Cong’an’s arrival unfolded like a beautiful painting in mid-air. She stood suspended, her bare feet jade-like and fair.
Her daoist robe fluttered in the wind, her xiá gown and moon cape, her immortal beauty, drew everyone’s attention.
Surprise flashed in the young girl’s eyes, and she shouted, “Master!”
Hearing this shout, Wang Que, not far away, was startled.
He knew Lin Jingqiu was Zheng Qing’s Junior Sister, so her Master would naturally be Zheng Qing’s Master too.
Coupled with her otherworldly demeanor and aura, Wang Que had an answer in his heart.
The person who arrived should be the rumored Fourth Peak Master of Mount Qingcheng, and the only female Peak Master among its many peaks.
She was known for her gentle and approachable nature, exquisite beauty, and cultivation second only to the Old Ancestor of Mount Qingcheng, making her an object of admiration for countless disciples and elders.
Wang Que had expected important figures to arrive, but he hadn’t anticipated this one.
However, upon second thought, with her two beloved disciples present, it seemed natural for her to appear.
Yet, under everyone’s gaze, the woman did not respond to the affectionate call. She didn’t even glance at her favored disciple from the past.
Her beautiful eyes were fixed solely on a young man’s figure.
Lin Jingqiu’s surprised expression slowly faded. She suspiciously glanced at Chen An, then at her ethereal Master, feeling that something was amiss.
After a long while, Chen An, annoyed by her intense gaze, seemed to realize something and handed the girl he was holding over.
“Here, you are her Master, here to take her back, right?”
Chen An figured it out. No wonder she stared at him the moment she arrived; he was holding her disciple.
But the woman’s gaze remained unwavering.
She reached out and took Lin Jingqiu, then casually dropped her to the ground.
Her cold demeanor stunned Lin Jingqiu.
But before she could think further, the next scene made her eyes widen.
She saw her normally respected Master, unceremoniously fall into Chen An’s arms.
Lin Jingqiu’s vision went black, and she fainted.
She felt she must have been too shocked today to be experiencing hallucinations.
But Chen An knew this was not a hallucination.
A pleasant, rich fragrance filled his nostrils.
Chen An had unintentionally smelled Lin Jingqiu’s scent before; the girl’s fragrance was stronger, while this one was more delicate and elegant.
Although both were pleasant, there were subtle differences.
Chen An quickly pushed her away.
He somewhat disdainfully patted his shoulder where the woman had leaned.
Frowning, he said with displeasure, “Please have some self-respect.”
If he hadn’t known this was Lin Jingqiu’s Master, he would have thought she was some unknown hussy trying to take advantage of his looks.
After being pushed away, the woman seemed stunned.
Disbelief flickered across her eyes, quickly shifting to a pitiable sorrow.
“Mister, don’t you remember me?”
She whispered, her tone laced with endless resentment.
But Chen An’s frown only deepened.
“To be direct, this should be our first meeting.”
Upon hearing this, Luo Cong’an’s pupils contracted, and her heart was greatly shaken.
She lightly clutched her chest, her expression vacant.
Then, as if unwilling to give up, she spoke again.
“Mister, I’m Xiao An, Luo Cong’an, your student…”
Chen An shook his head, assuming she had mistaken him for someone else.
He truly had no recollection of her.
“You see clearly, I am not your Mister.”
(End of Chapter)
