Xue Ji's Disciple

"What? Ancestor?" Xue Ji's laughter suddenly stopped. That ridiculous statue is the ancestor of the sect? Disbelieving, she returned to observing the statue.

The finely carved statue depicts the figure of a man who is still quite young. It might look like 30 years. She couldn't imagine such a young figure being an ancestor in this sect.

The man was wearing clothes that looked like a scholar. There was a jade pendant hanging from his waist. Somehow the jade pendant felt a little familiar. Has she seen that before?

An image of the past suddenly appeared in her head. Her brow furrowed, then she began to sink into her thoughts.

Without her noticing, an old man sped toward her. A powerful kick landed just behind her knee. That's too fast. Xue Ji who was busy with her thoughts, couldn't help it. Finally, she fell with both knees touching the ground.

"How dare a little girl like you laugh at our sect ancestor!" shouted an old man who had just arrived. His face was dark with anger. His oppressive voice made Xue Ji's body tremble slightly.

"Quick apologies! Even if we have different ancestors, you outsiders don't deserve to laugh at it!"

Xue Ji didn't return the shout, didn't even mind it. Right now she was feeling complicated emotions. Her knees hurt, but that didn't stop her from taking her eyes off the statue.

Her indifferent attitude towards the elder's shout made Ye Xianling snort. "Xue Ji, have you turned blind and deaf?! Are you mute too?!"

Xue Ji still didn't respond. That made the newly arrived elder even angrier. He growled loudly, then turned to look at Ye Xianling. "Who is this wild girl you brought with you?! Did we tell you to go to the peak of Bing An to catch a girl who has no manners like this?!"

Ye Xianling immediately shook her head in fear. She silently cursed in her heart. What trick was Xue Ji playing this time? The thought of it made her angry.

"Elder Wang, I just returned after carrying out the task of searching for the Snow Lotus flower. My group and I should be able to get that flower, but this girl… this girl stole the flower and just ate it!" she accused while pointing at Xue Ji.

The person who was called Elder Wang immediately frowned. He stared intently at Xue Ji. Now his anger is rising. His hand raised to hit Xue Ji. However, the white-haired girl immediately dodged to the side.

"I didn't expect that boy called Feng Lian to become a sect ancestor," Xue Ji muttered more to herself. However, Elder Wang's hearing was too sharp. The old man heard Xue Ji's muttering and it made him even angrier.

"You call Ancestor Feng 'that boy'?! How dare you!"

Elder Wang quickly waved his hand. A strong wind instantly appeared and pushed towards Xue Ji. Causing the girl to take a few steps back. The wind then turned into a vortex that was ready to attract the bodies of anyone near it.

"Wait! Old Man, why are you so grumpy?!" shouted Xue Ji whose voice was carried away by the waves of the wind. "Since you guys are related to that brat Feng Lian, I won't make much of a fuss here!"

Instead of abating, Elder Wang's anger just soared more and more. The vortex instantly dragged Xue Ji and threw her into chaos. The great force of the wind smashed into and injured her delicate skin.

Xue Ji was annoyed that she couldn't open her eyes, that wind-wave was indeed too strong. Her body floated and twirled in the air following the movement of the wind vortex. Her skin felt like it was being pricked by needles and torn apart by invisible claws.

Damn it! Xue Ji cursed in her heart. She forced her eyes open until the strong wind hit her eyes. The pain made her eyes red.

"Do you understand where you went wrong?!" Elder Wang shouted.

Xue Ji snorted coldly. In the chaos she still admits no guilt, after all, she is innocent. In the past, she knew Feng Lian, a 14-year-old boy who always asked to be made her disciple.

In the past, Feng Lian was a boy who was abandoned by his family. The reason for that was that he was not good at cultivating, not good at practicing martial arts. At the age of 14, he was already a young tramp.

Just then Xue Ji and her troops were massacring the enemy residence when she accidentally saw Feng Lian secretly peeking at her. At first, she didn't care about him, after all, at that time Feng Lian looked like a dirty tramp.

What was surprising was that Feng Lian ran up to her after she had finished carrying out the massacre. The boy looked scared, but strangely the boy forced himself to kneel in front of her and asked her to be made a disciple.

Xue Ji was shocked. At first, she resisted Feng Lian's wishes, even the troops she led were intent on killing the boy. It wasn't until she asked them not to care about Feng Lian that they would be willing to ignore him.

Since then Feng Lian has continued to follow her, every day begging to be made a disciple and teach him martial techniques. Despite the fear, the boy had great willpower.

Finally, she asked the reason why Feng Lian wanted to learn from her. It turned out that the boy wanted to be strong to take revenge on the family who had abandoned him. The boy wanted to show them that he was not a weak child.

Xue Ji was touched to hear that. She always likes people who want to take revenge after getting injustice from others.

Finally, she decided to teach some knowledge and martial arts techniques to Feng Lian. However, she did not consider the boy as her disciple. She just idly did that.

Thinking of that past incident made Xue Ji smile slightly. Finally, she remembered the pose of the ancestral statue. Those were the times when Feng Lian was punished for wrongdoing. Whenever Feng Lian made a mistake, she would tell the boy to eradicate the rats under the old bed that was placed in the warehouse.

Of all the things that happened in Feng Lian's life, why was it that immortalized in the sculptures was such an embarrassing moment? Xue Ji got a little emotional thinking that.

"You silly boy," she grumbled, holding back a smile.

Even though Xue Ji didn't make the boy an official disciple, it couldn't be denied that Feng Lian had indeed learned some things from her. Indirectly the child is her student. So, she was Feng Lian's teacher, she was the ancestral teacher of the Luo Mountain Sword Sect.

If Feng Lian knew Xue Ji was thrown into a dangerous vortex by his sect elder, what would that man think? Wouldn't he rise from the grave to scold Elder Wang?

Wait. Does this mean Feng Lian is dead?

Thinking of that made Xue Ji's heart feel sour. In the past, the two of them separated after Feng Lian turned 20. After that, she didn't know how he was anymore because she never settled in one place herself. Maybe they weren't meant to be together for long.

Xue Ji wiped the corners of her wet eyes. Her breath began to feel tight, her face turned pale. Suddenly red blood flowed from the corner of her lips. The oppressive aura and chaotic energy in the vortex had already injured her body and internal organs.

Xue Ji's feelings turned cold. At that moment she immediately closed her eyes, and her hands began to be joined. Just as she was about to cast an incantation, someone suddenly tugged at her body at lightning speed.

Xue Ji's eyes immediately opened. Then she saw the familiar masked man embracing her and carrying her away from the center of the chaos.

"Bai Xiu…."

Bai Xiu turned his head. His eyes were calm and serene. Then the man said in a low voice, "You silly girl."