I Don’T Want To Be This Master For A Day Anymore. Chapter 47

There is a problem with the feng shui of Dongshan Palace

When Qiu Yin’an opened the study door, Bai Chengying was standing in front of the window, with his fingertips against the window lattice and pushing the window sash half open. He stood there blowing the cold wind. Occasionally, a few pieces of snow were blown in by the wind and got on his clothes, but he ignored it.

Qiu Yin settled his feet, pulled off his hood, and looked at Bai Chengying with no extra emotion in his eyes. After all, except for the two matters of elixirs and witch cultivators, he and Bai Chengying really had nothing to say privately.

“Yin’an, Hai Di, he actually betrayed me.” When Bai Chengying said this, his eyes were still staring out the window, and his voice was filled with a chill, which seemed like disappointment bursting from the bottom of his heart.

“Among the disciples, I treat him the best, why would he betray me?” Bai Chengying turned around suddenly, and the green eyes under his eyes shocked Qiu Yin’an.

Qiu Yin’an could understand Bai Chengying’s dismay. Without Bai Chengying, Hai Di would never have entered Qingxuan Peak.

That year, during the general election of the immortal sect in the world of cultivation, the threshold for accepting disciples at Qingxuan Peak was so high that it could screen out 90% of the monks, and Hai Di was the one who was screened out.

Hai Di was unwilling to give in and was very determined to enter Qingxuan Peak to practice. If he had to wait for the next Immortal Sect election, it would still take ten years. How many decades are there in a person’s life? Hai Di didn’t want to wait.

So he stayed outside the gate of Qingxuan Peak, wanting to try his luck, and asking someone to introduce him to Qingxuan Peak, even as a handyman disciple. However, his lips turned purple from the cold, and he didn’t wait for a chance. It was not until Bai Chengying came back from errands at the bottom of the mountain that things turned around.

Bai Chengying had just returned from a commissioned mission, and his arm was scratched by a monster. Not only did the wound bleed, but there was also a green light coming from it. Bai Chengying didn’t know what was going on, so he pulled some cloth from his robe, bandaged it casually a few times, and came back like this.

Seeing this, Hai Di immediately stepped forward and took a closer look at the half-covered and half-exposed wound. When he saw it, he was shocked and said quickly: “You are injured. You must deal with your injury quickly.”

Bai Chengying glanced at the young man who appeared out of nowhere, ignored him, and continued walking forward.

Haidi shouted loudly: “You were injured by Proxima. That thing’s claws are highly poisonous. If you don’t deal with it, you won’t want this arm anymore.”

The sea flute successfully caught Bai Chengying’s attention, “You still know it’s a Proxima? Not many people know about this thing.”

Haidi nodded, “Not only do I know, I also have the antidote.”

There are also many medicine cultivators in Qingxuan Peak, but for the sake of safety, Bai Chengying brought Haidi into the mountain gate and diagnosed and treated them together with the medicine cultivators in the sect.

Later, the medicine cultivator in the sect praised Hai Di repeatedly, saying that thanks to the antidote brought by this young man, Bai Chengying’s arm would have been useless, so Bai Chengying made an exception and accepted this person who had been screened out as his disciple.

In a blink of an eye, it has been three years.

Qiu Yin’an looked at Bai Chengying’s pale and blue face, and finally did not stand still anymore. He stepped forward and raised his hand to push the half-open window sash closed, “Stop standing here, sit down and have a sip of tea.”

The cold wind was blocked out of the window, and the room gradually became warmer. Qiu Yin’an took off his cloak, poured a cup of tea for Bai Chengying, and placed it on the square table beside him. “Everyone can see how you have treated him over the years. Even I can often hear your disciples complaining about your favoritism.”

Bai Chengying’s eyelashes trembled, and his eyes fell on the misty heat on the tea soup, looking a little dull.

Qiu Yin’an’s voice changed, “But what Hai Di wants is never your kindness. What he wants is the power to overpower others. Everyone has their own thoughts. It’s just that you used to be nice to him and didn’t notice it.”

Bai Chengying’s eyes seemed to be filled with frost, and he said in a hoarse voice: “Do you think this is all my retribution? I disobeyed my master, so Hai Di did–”

“You are not.” Before Bai Chengying finished speaking, Qiu Yin’an firmly rejected him, “Your choice is right. Chen Liang wants to join forces with Wu Xiu to release the demon clan. The demon clan has a deep hatred against the world of cultivation. Who can guarantee that the demon clan will not go on a killing spree? For the sake of the safety of the people in the world, you have to kill your relatives righteously.”

Bai Chengying’s shoulders relaxed slightly. He and Qiu Yin’an hadn’t spoken so calmly for a long time, and Qiu Yin’an’s comfort gave life to the once-dead expectations in his heart.

After a while, Bai Chengying picked up the tea cup, looked at the water swaying in it, her throat rolled, and she took a sip, “Yin’an, I feel much better after listening to your words. Thank you for comforting me.”

Qiu Yin’an twisted the tea cup with his fingertips and raised his eyes to glance at Bai Chengying, “It’s not all about comforting you. Chen Liang colluded with the witch cultivators in an attempt to destroy the barrier and let the demon clan out to harm the world of cultivation. He also ordered the witch cultivators to kill Langyue Xingshi and poison Yao Yu. Which one of them is not enough to break his bones and raise ashes? I am telling the truth.”

“Chen Liang is my master, but he has colluded with the lich. I really can’t protect him anymore.” Bai Chengying held the edge of the table with his hands and leaned towards Qiu Yin’an. There was a tiny light in his eyes, “Yin’an, now I can finally choose you completely. Fighting side by side with you, can we go back to the past?”

The corners of Qiu Yin’an’s mouth pulled helplessly, and an extremely indifferent arc appeared on his lips. As he spoke, the arc disappeared in a flash, “So what before? How long ago are you talking about?”

Qiu Yin’an’s eyes were as straightforward as his words, leaving Bai Chengying no room for maneuver. He continued to look into Bai Chengying’s eyes with his cold voice and said: “I understand what you mean, and I am willing to tell you again. You have never been in my heart from beginning to end. Wan Qiongju’s appearance only made it clearer that I do not have you in my heart.”

The last tiny bit of light in Bai Chengying’s eyes was completely extinguished, and the knuckles on the edge of the table suddenly tightened. He frowned and stared at Qiu Yin’an. What was on his face was not only loss, but also the overwhelming unwillingness. Bai Chengying still can’t figure out why he lost to that young boy Wan Qiongju.

In terms of appearance, Wan Qiongju is one of the few who is stunning, but Qiu Yin’an is not the kind of lecherous person who only looks at his face, and isn’t he someone who can be picked out from the crowd at a glance?

In terms of status, Wan Qiongju is not even qualified to carry his shoes. He is a member of the Wan Zong Mountain sect. Without Qiu Yin’an to take him to Qingxuan Peak, he would never be able to touch the threshold of Qingxuan Peak in his life.

As for feelings, Bai Chengying was sure that he had never wanted someone so urgently in his life. In his eyes, only he was worthy of someone like Qiu Yin’an, not anyone else.

“In matters of love, I have always regarded you as a brother and have never crossed the line. I don’t feel that I have ever felt sorry for you. The only thing I owe you in this life is to let you help me strengthen the barrier and cause you to damage your heart.” The depression in Qiu Yin’an’s eyes gradually dissipated, and he continued: “But the elixir will be cured soon, so I won’t owe you anything anymore.”

Bai Chengying’s heart was scalded by Qiu Yin’an’s relieved expression, and his body that was leaning forward in Qiu Yin’an’s direction suddenly shrank back. His voice was wrapped in grievance and sadness. He asked in a trembling voice: “Yin’an, are you so determined? You won’t even give me an empty promise. You can even say soft words to hang me up and let me taste the sweetness.”

Hearing this, Qiu Yin’an just lowered his eyes and did not answer, and his expression did not loosen at all.

Bai Chengying’s throat rolled, and there was a trace of desperate temptation in his soft voice, “You don’t care about my feelings so much, aren’t you afraid that I won’t deal with the shaman cultivator with you, and will turn around and stand with my master?”

Hearing this, Qiu Yin’an raised his eyebrows slightly, “Are you threatening me?”