Goodbye, Little Friend Wang

Looking at the pile of blankets stacked on top of her, pinning her down so she couldn't move or breathe, Zhu Yao was speechless. Meanwhile, her master had appeared beside her at some point. He calmly held up another hundred blankets, looking as if he wanted to pile them on her again.

"Master..."
Zhu Yao said sorrowfully. Was this his latest invention to keep her from getting out of bed? She had to admit he had won.

"Yes!"
Yu Yan replied indifferently, silently putting away the hundred blankets. He looked as if he had been watching over his disciple all night. He asked:
"How is your body?"

Having her menstruation asked after so warmly first thing in the morning made Zhu Yao's face flush red. But seeing his sincere concern, she had to reply:
"I'm much better."

She pretended to stand up to prove she had fully recovered.

After confirming her pulse was stable, Yu Yan finally felt relieved and withdrew his hand. He instructed her to rest well and not rush her cultivation before standing up. Seeing that the sun had risen, and recalling his disciple's request for brown sugar water yesterday, he turned and headed to the kitchen.

"Master, wait!"
Just as he turned to leave, his trouser leg was pulled by his disciple. Turning around, he saw his foolish disciple looking as if she wanted to cry but had no tears, saying pitifully:
"Can you pull me out? I'm trapped again and can't get out."

"..." After five days, her period finally bid farewell to Zhu Yao. Those five days had indeed been a trial by fire. Not to mention her master constantly making hundreds of sanitary belts for her daily, disciples from various peaks kept coming up the mountain to deliver brown sugar, making the quiet Yulin Peak incredibly lively. Before they left, their gazes were filled with curiosity. She felt as if everyone in the sect knew she was on her period.

On top of that, a bowl of brown sugar water appeared on the table for all three meals. She felt like throwing up just drinking it. And beside the bowl, there was always a small note: "Made by Master." So she had no choice but to force herself to drink it. Thus, the moment her period ended, she firmly told her master she no longer needed those things, and only then did her master halt his "poisoning" behavior.

After this incident, Zhu Yao felt filled with anxiety about her future cultivation life. Not to say she was nitpicking, but this master of hers: handsome, highly cultivated, with a domineering status, and possessing many life skills like sewing and cooking... He treated her very well. His only flaw was... he wasn't a normal person.

Yes, precisely not a normal person. Just like now, if he hadn't acted so sincerely, she would have really thought he was trying to troll her.

She wondered how on earth he had survived all these years.

Therefore, she reminded herself that since she had lived through two lifetimes, she had to be more mature. It seemed that living a peaceful life as a female cultivator was impossible. Who told her to worship a master who constantly made people worry?

She let out a deep sigh. Her next period would probably be in about half a month. Therefore, she decided to go down the mountain to clear her head. After successfully capturing a disciple, she made him carry her around to visit the various peaks. She had decided to visit her little friend Wang.

After all, they were considered fellow townspeople, and she was the one who had brought him in. Therefore, she felt responsible for him. Moreover, during their last meeting, she noticed he seemed worried about her. Although he was young, he had a manly spirit, which made her feel quite proud.

Along the way, she asked around and learned that the group of disciples had completed their introductory training and had been assigned to different peaks.

"Brother, have you heard where the child Wang Cizhi was assigned?"
Zhu Yao continued to probe.

"Wang Cizhi!"
The disciple's eyes lit up. He went from lazy to extremely enthusiastic in an instant.
"Do you mean the newly accepted direct disciple of the Sect Master, the one with the Fire Heavenly Spiritual Root?"

Zhu Yao nodded. Although she didn't know for sure if her little friend Wang had been taken in by the Sect Master, the Fire Heavenly Spiritual Root was definitely him.

"May I ask who you are..."
"I am his big sister."

Zhu Yao made up a random excuse, not wanting people to call her "ancestor" at every turn. She really didn't want that kind of status.

Hearing this, the disciple's attitude became much more respectful.
"Junior Brother Wang was taken into the Sect Master's lineage. He should be at Sword Peak right now. If Junior Sister doesn't mind, I can take you there."

Zhu Yao was naturally overjoyed. Since someone was willing to lead the way, she followed him to Sword Peak. Upon arrival, she realized that Sword Peak wasn't very far from Yulin Peak, floating just slightly below it. Moreover, each peak had a teleportation array, so there was no need to fly on a sword.

After passing through several teleportation arrays with Zhu Yao, the disciple finally led her to a small courtyard. Zhu Yao looked around and saw her little friend in the middle of the courtyard with a long sword by his side. She waved her hand to call out to him.

After thanking and bidding farewell to her guide, Zhu Yao entered the courtyard. The moment she stepped inside, Wang Cizhi noticed her. His handsome face, covered in sweat, instantly lit up with joy. He put away his sword and ran over, shouting as he ran:
"My wife!"

Zhu Yao reached out and smacked him on the head, leaving a large bump.

"What are you shouting? Have you no respect for seniority?"

"I didn't!"
The little Wang brat looked aggrieved, rubbing the sore spot on his head as he retorted defiantly,
"My father said a married woman must treat her husband as her heaven, so I am greater than you."

Why couldn't he let this go? Zhu Yao couldn't help but pinch his round cheeks.
"You're so young, yet you don't focus on your studies and only think about getting married. Who wants to be your wife!"

"You, of course!"
Wang Cizhi said seriously.
"A real man stands tall between heaven and earth, keeping his word. Since I said I will marry you, I definitely will. I won't give up on you. Besides, I'm already ten years old, not a little kid anymore!"

*Oh, still stubborn.*

"Did your father teach you this too?"

Wang Cizhi shook his head.
"Master taught me this."

Zhu Yao found it amusing and patted his head.
"Then did your master tell you that cultivators must maintain a pure heart and few desires, and not let bad emotions affect them? Therefore, you cannot marry for the rest of your life!"

Wang Cizhi shook his head. Thinking of something, his handsome little face wrinkled up.
"But... Master has a wife, Senior Brother has a wife, and even Senior Brother Shu, who buries his head in books all day, has a wife!"

*Whoops... It seems I taught him the wrong version.*

"Ahem... ahem... I heard you were taken into the Sect Master's lineage."
Zhu Yao pretended to change the subject.

At the mention of his master, the little friend's face filled with pride. He tilted his head up and said:
"I am a direct disciple."