The Cultivation Master’s Blackened Disciple (6)
Suddenly, the system warned, “Not good, the male lead suspects that it was you who saved him. He’s pushing open the door to come in and launch a surprise attack.”
Bai Weiwei was puzzled. Then she looked down and noticed that a corner of her skirt was gone.
She thought of the piece of cloth Ning Yishu had torn off last night.
Bai Weiwei’s face changed. “I need to change clothes right now.”
If Ning Yishu came in and saw her torn skirt, how could he not figure it out?
Immediately, with neat and quick movements, she peeled off her skirt, then stuffed it under her bed.
The system alerted her, “Use a spell, ah, you can use a spell to transform your clothes.”
This bright white light1 would scare the little disciple to death, ah.
Bai Weiwei’s face looked confused, and she awkwardly changed. “I t-trans… transform… change clothes.”
The system couldn’t bear to look straight at her.
The clothes were changed out, but her work was shoddy, and it changed into an erotic, thin robe made of fine gauze.
The door suddenly opened.
Ning Yishu’s cold voice respectfully called out, “Shifu, your disciple came to pay respects.”
Ning Yishu very reluctantly came to find Bai Weiwei.
Because he knew that every time he came, he would be subjected to his master’s rolled eyes of disgust and rejection, as well as a beating.
But that jade pendant, that sweet smell, and that piece of white cloth.
He finally remembered that these were all Bai Weiwei’s things.
He thought about it, and there were even some vague expectations in his heart.
Did his master finally regard him in a different light and save him?
He bent down as he came through the door, but his eyes stealthily crept up.
Bai Weiwei always wore a white skirt. If she hadn’t yet changed clothes…
Suddenly his eyes looked straight, and his body froze.
Bai Weiwei lay on her side on the recliner, ink-black hair flowing down like a waterfall, covering her smooth, snow-white body.
She wore only a thin white gauze. Against her delicate and smooth skin, it looked like a misty cloud.
Her eyes were half-closed, and her eyelashes were slightly trembling. Her snow-white hands held her head, as though she were enduring something.
The air was filled with a faint aroma.
For a moment, Ning Yishu’s body and brain couldn’t function.
Only the fragrance lingering in his nose and the beauty lying on her side.
Were seared into his eyes.
Bai Weiwei suddenly opened her eyes, as though she only just noticed the person.
Her pale pink lips spit out a word. “Who?”
Ning Yishu was shocked and immediately lowered his head.
Bai Weiwei was a great talent in the early Nascent Soul stage, but she hadn’t noticed him come in.
He was surprised, but he didn’t show half a point of it on his face. He promptly reported respectfully, “Shifu, Ning Yishu pays respect.”
Just as soon as he finished his words, a white water sleeve2 formed from condensed spirit energy split the air and fiercely struck him.
Ning Yishu only felt that he was hit hard on the chest before his entire body flew out and hit the wall.
The sharp pain caused his vision to darken.
Before he could react, an ice-cold hand had already grabbed his neck.
Bai Weiwei easily lifted him up and slammed him into the wall.
A fierce kabedon.
“What did you see?” Bai Weiwei’s face was frosty, her eyes were coldly detached, and her voice was heavy with killing intent.
Ning Yishu looked at her as he suffocated.
The two people were too close. Her nearly bare body was pressed against his.
The thin gauze barely covered anything, but it only made people’s thoughts grow wild.
“Your disciple… your disciple did not look up, and did not see anything.”
Ning Yishu definitely couldn’t say that he had seen her body.
Bai Weiwei sneered, “You, this waste, even daring to enter my room without notice. Killing you would make Grand Heavens Mountain less ashamed.”
The original host was violent and cruel when angered.
She was very good at finding people to vent out her anger on.
When Ning Yishu was determined to be a fire single spiritual root, Grand Heavens Mountain thought they had picked up a treasure.
Bai Weiwei was also pleased to have a disciple with outstanding qualifications.
But he turned out to be a waste that couldn’t cultivate.
1: Sounds like a nudity censor LMFAO↩
2: A long sleeve of cloth, often worn during performances.↩
Piper’s Corner: This month is going to be really busy for me, so I apologize ahead of time if chapters aren’t posted exactly at UTC 0 (the normal time) Also if the footnotes aren’t hooked up, that is probably because I posted the chapter from my phone, it will be fixed with in 1-2 days. Thank you for your patience and understanding!
Honestly pure karma, this chapter didn’t post like I scheduled it too… Sigh, please also thank White for being on top of this for me XD… DX