Chapter Twenty-two: 20% Off!
“Bai Yuexin… Bai Yuexin…”
As Ye Anping walked out of the Xuan Xing Sect’s office, he browsed for suitable locations for his physiotherapy center while murmuring the name of the Senior Sister he had just met.
After a good while, he finally recalled that she was the Senior Sister who had been responsible for assessing the swordsmanship and spells of the new disciples during the Sect Selection. In the game, she was part of the introductory combat tutorial for players who chose to join the Xuan Xing Sect.
Within the Xuan Xing Sect, players can also receive a small side quest from her, titled—”Comforting the Injured Senior Sister Bai.”
Bai Yuexin, as a Xuan Xing Sect disciple, was responsible for conducting preliminary sword duels with aspiring new disciples seeking to join the sect. In other words, she had to duel against each new disciple one by one. She was in the Mid Foundation Establishment stage, and her swordsmanship was not bad. However, unfortunately, this time she was assigned to the group that included Feng Yu Die.
When Feng Yu Die stepped up to duel, Bai Yuexin saw her grinning face and, assuming she was arrogant due to her Heavenly Spiritual Root and looked down on her, mocked her a few times.
The result of the duel was self-evident; she was utterly defeated by Feng Yu Die. Furthermore, because the duel took place in front of many Elders, new disciples, and hundreds of Inner disciples, the entire sect basically knew that she had lost to a Qi Refining Junior Sister during the Sect Selection.
Bai Yuexin retreated to her bedroom and cried for several days, clutching her knees under the covers, even beginning to doubt her own life. It was understandable; the results of decades of hard cultivation could be easily shattered by someone who had cultivated for less than ten years. Unless one was heartless, the blow would be inevitable. The gap created by aptitude and talent was magnified to an almost infinite degree in the world of cultivation.
Thinking of this, Ye Anping suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked back at the Xuan Xing Sect office he had just left. He felt a sudden urge to go back and create a psychological defense for Bai Yuexin preemptively. However, after a rational consideration, he decided it would be better to comfort her later. In the game, if players completed her quest, they could get a 20% discount on purchases in the Xuan Xing Sect marketplace. He had originally planned to earn money through his physiotherapy center and then use it to purchase necessary cultivation pills and books for himself and Pei Lianxue in the Xuan Xing Sect marketplace; a 20% discount could save a significant amount of Spirit Stones.
Thus, Ye Anping stopped thinking about Bai Yuexin and began to meticulously consider the planning of his physiotherapy shop. Judging by Bai Yuexin’s reaction to his foot massage just now, his physiotherapy techniques should be fine. He could treat cultivators up to the Nascent Soul stage. However, Bai Yuexin’s reaction also indicated that physiotherapy was still a relatively new and somewhat unacceptable concept for cultivators. The main issue was that a male cultivator touching a female cultivator’s bare feet and back was something most female cultivators found difficult to accept. Even Bai Yuexin had likely only agreed because he was just a fifteen-year-old youth.
To solve this problem, the simplest solution would be to recruit a female cultivator as an apprentice. But what female cultivator would be willing to apprentice at his physiotherapy shop? Moreover, he wasn’t the type of person who liked to rely on others.
“Hmm… this is a bit tricky,” Ye Anping mused, stroking his chin. Suddenly, he noticed a clothing store not far away. He blinked, a lightbulb illuminating above his head, and walked directly towards it. As he entered, a female cultivator inside sized him up and came forward, asking, “Young Master, are you looking to custom tailor some clothes?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have any requirements for the fabric or style? Hong Yi Lou can make anything, be it banquet attire, wedding dresses, or even mourning clothes and longevity robes. I don’t know much about fabrics or styles, so just make it like…” Ye Anping looked around and finally spotted the outfit the female cultivator was wearing. “Make it like the one you’re wearing.”
“Ah?” The female cultivator looked bewildered. She glanced at her own skirt and said, “Young Master, this is women’s clothing. How can you ask me to make it based on this?”
“Exactly, I never said I was here to tailor men’s clothing.”
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Meanwhile, in front of the Xuan Xing Sect’s main hall.
Pei Lianxue covered her face and walked step by laborious step, finally reaching the top of the thousand-foot mountain path. Her eyes twitched, and she glanced sideways at Feng Yu Die, who was still clinging to her leg and refused to let go. She felt utterly defeated. Pei Lianxue had no idea what Feng Yu Die wanted. Feng Yu Die had barked like a dog in public and had dragged her along for at least a thousand steps. During this entire time, she had remained on the ground, allowing herself to be scraped across the steps by Pei Lianxue’s chest and stomach without a single complaint.
“…”
Seeing Pei Lianxue look at her, Feng Yu Die squinted and smiled again. “Woof! Woof~~”
Pei Lianxue opened her mouth and sighed with great weariness. “What exactly do you want? Let go!!” “I just want to make you happy, Junior Sister Pei. Smile for me.”
Pei Lianxue couldn’t help but clench her fists. She then raised her other foot, intending to kick Feng Yu Die away. However, Feng Yu Die was agile. Seeing her other foot coming, she twisted and dodged, then grabbed her other leg. Pei Lianxue quickly tried to kick her a few more times, but Feng Yu Die always managed to dodge without letting go of her leg.
Pei Lianxue was at a loss. Seeing the Xuan Xing Sect disciples waiting to greet new disciples ahead, she quickly covered her face with one hand and asked, “What will it take for you to let go?” “Just smile, and I’ll let go immediately.”
“…” Pei Lianxue gritted her teeth slightly and then stiffly showed her a smile tinged with killing intent. “Are you satisfied now?” Feng Yu Die pursed her lips and shook her head. “Not sweet enough, give me another one.”
How audacious! This time, Pei Lianxue could bear it no longer. She formed a sword finger with her right hand and flicked it, drawing her sword from her storage bag. With a swish, she plunged it towards Feng Yu Die’s back with enough force to pierce her through.
Feng Yu Die was startled and quickly let go of Pei Lianxue’s leg, rolling several times on the ground to dodge. She got up from the ground, looking a bit sheepish, and asked, looking at the sword embedded ten inches deep into the ground, “Junior Sister Pei, are you trying to kill me?” “Hmph,” Pei Lianxue snorted and put her sword back into her storage bag.
“Alright, alright,” Feng Yu Die said, with her hands behind her back, bowing her head. “I was wrong. I won’t do it like this again. Besides, didn’t Junior Sister Pei say you’d be happy if I acted like a dog? Look, you haven’t even smiled along the way. Junior Sister Pei, you look so beautiful when you smile.”
Pei Lianxue had no intention of engaging with her. At this moment, a Xuan Xing Sect disciple who was there to greet them approached. Seeing Feng Yu Die’s disheveled state, with messy hair and clothes covered in dust and leaves, he instinctively assumed she was Pei Lianxue’s maidservant and asked, “Little Daoist friend, are you here to participate in the Sect Selection?”
Pei Lianxue quickly returned a cupped-hand salute and then pointed to Feng Yu Die, saying, “Senior, you’ve misunderstood. I am her companion reader.”
“Ah?” The person was taken aback, then looked at Feng Yu Die again with a puzzled expression and asked, “Are you here to participate in the Sect Selection?” “Yes, yes!” Feng Yu Die blinked her eyes. “I’m here to participate in the Sect Selection.”
“The Xuan Xing Sect only accepts disciples with single or special spiritual roots, or those from prominent families.”
—”Bring those two over!”
At this moment, Elder Wang’s voice came from behind the Xuan Xing Sect disciples. He turned and respectfully saluted, “Yes, Elder.”
Elder Wang walked up to Feng Yu Die and Pei Lianxue. Seeing Feng Yu Die’s sorry state, he furrowed his brow and asked, “What happened to you?” “I was holding…” Pei Lianxue quickly interrupted, “She accidentally rolled down the mountain while climbing.”
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