The Naughty Senior Sister
Senior Brother is Too Fatigued
In Yan Xu's thatched hut.
Yan Xu was still holding onto his red and hot ears. It was true that his body had already been strengthened due to the realm of body forging, but so was Miao'er. Moreover, he sensed that Miao'er's physique exceeded that of an average cultivator of one of his generation.
He stroked his red ears while nodding a few times, "As expected of Junior Sister."
When he thought nothing of it and simply stroked his red ears, Yan Xu subconsciously entered a dazed state. His head thought nothing of reacting to what was around him.
In a quiet place accompanied only by the sound of the night breeze, he could hear a voice he could remember. The sound has a variety of variations, sentences and repetitions with different times.
'Yan Shen, Why are you being such a trashy loser?!'
'You are the son of the devil!'
'Yan Shen, you are a liar! You are just a coward!'
'Yan Xu, that's the name of the person who brought that calamity.'
'Yan Shen ....'
'Yan Xu ....'
Hearing all sorts of sounds from within his own head, made Yan Xu feel a headache. His hand was already holding onto his head, the long hair that was tied to the back was breaking down on its own due to the surge of qi energy that accidentally came out of his body.
Yan Xu curled up on his soft mattress. He subconsciously hugged both of his legs, closed his eyes while enduring the headache that still continued as the voice still did not stop. Tears next to his right eye flowed, wetting the corner of his eye and falling onto the soft cloth of the mattress pad.
The various kinds of oaths and insults that Yan Shen had also Yan Xu overlapped with each other. The echo of the voice from disgust, turned into anger that roared at his mind. However, he continued to receive all those words while muttering to himself.
"I'm a piece of trash, that's my destiny ...."
"I'm not a bearer of doom. Your superficial ignorance and knowledge, bring calamity itself to you ...."
"I'm not a liar. I couldn't go against my parents' will, my dreams were shattered and from that day on I didn't have the courage to appear before you ...."
"Yan Xu is a name that brings happiness and gratitude to life, not the other way around ...."
"Don't judge me too highly. Even my own parents have always been condescending and have never acknowledged my abilities ...."
"I was born immortal not by my own will ...."
He constantly muttered as if giving a rational answer to every voice that came in his head. The fluctuation of the qi energy from Yan Xu was one of the innate ones he suffered during becoming Yan Shen, that was what Yan Xu had said.
Any excessive sleep or fatigue, would make Yan Xu enter this condition. He would sometimes moan from feeling too much headache, as if his head wanted to explode from absorbing too much air.
The dimensional pouch Xiu Ruolan gave off shook, it seemed like he felt something strange with the happenings out there. However, it was only a short curiosity as he still did not come out, obediently waiting for a sign from Yan Xu.
The incident still continued until a slim shadow walked in the corner of the mattress. A faint moonlight shone upon that figure. She looked like an immortal fairy wrapped in a pure white cloth without a stain.
That shadowy figure was Lan Xihe, Yan Xu's teacher.
When he was about to sleep, he always conducted surveillance on all of his students secretly. When he reached Yan Xu's place, he sensed that the array of energy sword formations was weakening and there was a fluctuation from one's emotions residing within the hut.
Fortunately, he only muttered that he was useless trash, his name was not for the person who brought disaster and did not involve any big secret that he kept deeply.
Lan Xihe's red eyes became softer, she pursed her sweet lips upon seeing the miserable condition of the Naughty Disciple. The usually cheerful, studious and mischievous person seemed to be just a man with fragile feelings.
This naughty disciple very well hid the fragility that he could at least share with Lan Xihe, it was because he was her teacher. It is only natural for a teacher to listen to also provide solutions to the fragility of his students.
Lan Xihe shook her head gently, "You're hiding too much from the others. Am I your teacher you can't trust?" muttered Lan Xihe indifferently.
Lan Xihe's slender finger rubbed the tears on Yan Xu's face. Then, from those slender fingers channeled pure white qi energy, bringing calmness and peace to the mind of his mischievous disciple until he fell asleep with a face that resembled a child.
Lan Xihe sighed and said, "Kids, stay kids. Parents will give affection, while children will receive it. So too with the teacher. The teacher's affection for his student, like a real parent to his child."
"When I am a teacher, I am forever a mother. Someone once told me that when I was quite young. It's funny that the saying now stabs right to the point of my pain."
Lan Xihe smiled wryly and moved from her seat. He turned around once to last see the condition of his mischievous disciple, then turned into mist and disappeared after being blown by the wind.
Actually this incident had happened several times since Lan Xihe had accepted Yan Xu as a disciple. Ever since the first incident, he had always thought that the Naughty Disciple was always lying and hiding her true face. He became somewhat skeptical of the honesty that came out from the mouth of that handsome face.
Yan Xu who received help from his teacher had already not listened to those various rude sounds anymore. The handsome face with his immortal aura smiled gently as if he was having a beautiful dream. The position of his body was not curled up like a shrimp anymore, he moved to the supine position.
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On the other side.
Xiu Ruolan who was in the dimensional storage pouch he gave Yan Xu expanded his divine consciousness to peer into the surrounding events. When Lan Xihe's shadowy figure appeared, her divine consciousness happened to start peering from then on.
Unfortunately, due to his cultivation condition that was still unclear in this world, he could only see the picture without sound.
As Lan Xihe sat on the mattress and wiped the tears on Yan Xu's face, Xiu Ruolan's head vein stiffened.
She bit her fingernails while saying, "Have I witnessed a forbidden love story?!"
Her beautiful eyes blinked a few times. All fantasies of forbidden love began to appear in Xiu Ruolan's mind. However, he immediately erased that twisted thought.
He knew that it was impossible due to Yan Xu's obvious nature of never accepting the feelings of those nearby, but subconsciously he gives warm feelings to those around.
That was how someone named Yan Xu was to Xiu Ruolan.
'Forget it, I have to prepare for the plan tomorrow morning. It is better to think about how to behave later than unimportant things like this! Humph!'
That way, Xiu Ruolan went back to meditating. However, if only there was a mirror, it could be seen that the face of a fairy with white skin and smooth flushed like it had been roasted to a high temperature.
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Sharing experiences :
If I'm honest, I actually sometimes do experience what Yan Xu experienced.
The voice of the speaking person can be heard coming into the ear, but no one around is talking. So, sometimes it makes me feel weird and want to describe it through this chapter. ( ⁇ ∀ ⁇ )