“I heard that this time, Immortal Ngu went down the mountain and brought back a mortal with no spiritual roots.” The disciple in white robes glanced around. Seeing no one, he couldn’t resist sharing this earth-shattering secret. He put down his broom and whispered into his fellow disciple’s ear, “I heard that the Immortal wants to take him as a disciple!”
“What?”
He glanced at his fellow disciple, pleased with the look of astonishment on his face, and feigned a mysterious smile.
“What’s more, I heard this mortal is a beggar who lives by begging…”
The astonished expression on his fellow disciple’s face suddenly froze, turning rigid, and the emotion in his eyes gradually shifted to fear.
He was speaking with great enthusiasm, completely oblivious to anything amiss, and just as he cleared his throat to continue, he was hit hard on the head.
He froze, then slowly turned his head to see Senior Sister Pei Shinam, whom he rarely saw, standing right behind him.
Senior Sister wore a vibrant red robe, her face delicate, her skin as white as snow. The cinnabar-red attire further enhanced her beauty. Unfortunately, the two present were in no mood to appreciate it.
“You two aren’t cleaning the mountain gate properly, what are you whispering about here? Disciples from outside even dare to criticize the Immortal, how dare you!” Senior Sister Pei’s face was as cold as ice; it was clear she had heard everything. The leather whip in her hand twisted into various shapes.
It’s over, it’s over.
The two disciples were so scared they couldn’t cry, their knees went soft, and they knelt down.
Pei Shinam raised her wrist, and the whip in her hand lifted slightly, poised to strike the two with a disciplinary lash.
“That’s enough, Shinam.”
A wonderfully pleasant, ethereal voice drifted from behind, clear and melodious like the chime of gold and jade. The disciples kneeling on the ground instinctively looked up.
Ngu Yu noticed their gaze, paused, and offered a smile.
Both felt a surge of spiritual light, and their eyes dropped, not daring to look further.
Unlike Senior Sister’s peerless beauty, this Immortal could not inspire any impure thoughts. Before they could even clearly see the Immortal’s face, they had completely lost the courage to offend.
“Martial Uncle!” Pei Shinam put away her whip and bowed, then sidled up to the person beside her, taking her arm with a bright smile, unexpectedly revealing a maidenly charm: “You’re too kind, that’s why these blind fools exist. In my opinion, they should be taught a lesson!” With that, she ignored the two disciples kneeling on the ground and slowly pulled Ngu Yu up the mountain.
Although they didn’t walk quickly, each step was like ten, and in a flash, they vanished from sight.
From afar, only the Immortal’s gentle voice could be heard: “It’s nothing serious, and besides, what they said is all true.”
Even after they had gone far, the two disciples remained dazed, kneeling on the ground, unable to get up.
A moment later, one of them whispered first: “I don’t want to cultivate immortality anymore. I want to go down the mountain and become a beggar.”
……
“Martial Uncle, do you really intend to take that little beggar as a disciple?” Even with her efforts to hide it, Pei Shinam couldn’t help but reveal a hint of jealousy.
Ngu Yu sighed, gently patting the back of her hand to comfort her: “Shinam, I pity him. He lost both parents, is all alone with no one to rely on, and was forced to become like that.”
“Then why me…”
"You are the Grand Elder's daughter; there's no reason to choose anyone else. Besides, even if you don't become my disciple, your Martial Uncle is still the one who loves you most."
Bùi Thạch Nam bit her lip. Having no other choice, she lowered her head, as if having conceded, yet unwillingly mumbled: "But Martial Uncle is a Celestial Immortal. Not to mention our Celestial Gate, the number of Celestial Immortals in the Cloud Realm can be counted on one's fingers. There's no need to look so far; with my talent, if I cultivate well, I will very quickly become the second Celestial Immortal of our Celestial Gate."
Despite her anger and unwillingness, Ngu Dư remained tolerant and gentle. Gradually, she felt that her anger was unwarranted, so she had to restrain herself, but there was still one thing she didn't understand.
"But Martial Uncle, you've met many orphans. Why him?"
"Because he is the disciple destined for me by heaven." Ngu Dư smiled, a knowing look in her eyes.