I Don’T Want To Be This Master For A Day Anymore. Chapter 50

Yao Ye mid laner

As soon as Qiu Yin’an stepped into Baili Villa, he saw that the pile of yellow stones was covered with dense icicles.

The remaining spiritual power on the ice cones has not been exhausted, and one can vaguely feel the powerful force when they burst out of the air.

Qiu Yin’an looked to the center of the yard and saw that Yao Ye was standing alone in the cold wind and snow, with one hand across his chest and holding a folding fan at an angle.

He raised his fingers and tapped the fan handle lightly, and the light blue spiritual energy flowed along the fingertips, wrapping around the fan bones like running water, until the spiritual energy wrapped around the fan body.

Yao Ye flicked his wrist, and with a swish sound, the folding fan opened in response. The spiritual power on the fan unfolded with the fan, and a circle of faint blue light rippled in the wind and snow. A fan of ice needles instantly condensed on the edge of the fan. As Yao Ye raised his arm, the ice needles shot towards the dead tree in front, and the needles pierced the trunk.

In an instant, the tree was covered with ice shells, and with Yao Ye’s sound, the dead tree shattered into wood foam.

Wan Qiongju came close to Qiu Yin’an’s ear and praised in a low voice: “Brother Xiaoye used this control technique well. Master, do you think he can break through the real person this time?”

“It’s hard to say, but it looks like he has improved a lot.” Qiu Yin’an took off his heavy cloak and handed it to Wan Qiongju, then casually broke off a thumb-thick branch on the dead tree beside him, “I’m going to test how far he is now.”

Wan Qiongju hugged her big cloak and nodded, “Yes.”

Qiu Yin’an flew up and landed firmly in front of Yao Ye. He pointed at Yao Ye with a tree branch in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said, “Can I ask Young Master Yao for some tips?”

Yao Ye raised his hand to push away the tree branch facing him, “You have to deal with it. I know how much I weigh, but I can’t beat you.”

Qiu Yin’an turned his wrist lightly and poked Yao Ye’s arm with a tree branch, “Let’s learn from each other until the point is reached.”

As he spoke, Qiu Yin’an raised the branch. If Yao Ye didn’t take it seriously, he wouldn’t be able to deal with the branch in Qiu Yin’an’s hand.

Yao Ye bit his lip, took half a step back with his right foot, stabilized his body, and then concentrated his strength. The treasure fan was filled with spiritual power. He swung the fan and blocked the branch that was about to hit his neck by a finger’s width.

A smile appeared at the corner of Qiu Yin’an’s mouth, “It’s pretty good, it’s not in vain.”

Yao Ye smiled sheepishly, “I know you are holding back your strength.”

“Concentrate.” Qiu Yin’an reminded. He placed his index finger lightly on the top of the tree branch and moved it back and forth with his thumb. The branch was like a snake spitting out a message, forcing Yao Ye to muster up his energy to deal with it.

Seeing that Yao Ye was still able to withstand it, Qiu Yin’an was really happy for him. He immediately took a wrong step and turned around to pick up the attack. The branches slashed Yao Ye’s waist like a heavy sword. This move seemed casual, but it blocked Yao Ye’s dodge path.

Yao Ye was struck horizontally by the tree branch, but he did not panic. He turned his wrist sharply, and the treasure fan made a circle in the palm of his hand. The spiritual power of the fan suddenly condensed and turned into an icy blue round shield. He pushed the round shield towards Qiu Yin’an with all his strength. When the round shield was less than three feet away from Qiu Yin’an, Yao Ye suddenly changed his move and pressed his wrist hard. The round shield instantly shattered and turned into countless ice spikes.

Qiu Yin’an waved his branch to block, but how could he withstand the ice needles pierced by the treasure fan?

The function of a weapon is to protect its owner. Now this branch is no longer useful. Instead, Qiu Yin’an needs to protect it. This has lost the function of a weapon, so Qiu Yin’an can only abandon it.

In the competition between brothers, if one party loses his weapon, it is time to decide the winner.

Qiu Yin’an made a hand gesture, and his whole body’s spiritual power surged, and all the dense needles that came towards him melted into the void. Qiu Yin’an said: “Okay, I give up.”

Yao Ye waved his hand and said: “Don’t praise me, but have I made a lot of progress?”

“That’s true.” Qiu Yin’an replied while looking at Yao Ye, waiting for Wan Qiongju to come over and put the cloak on him, but the cloak on his shoulders did not arrive in time this time.

Qiu Yin’an didn’t know the reason. When he looked back, he saw Wan Qiongju holding his cloak, his knuckles so loose that he could hardly hold the material, looking straight at him with a crazy look on his face.

Qiu Yin’an was arranging his hair, which was messed up during the attack, and asked Wan Qiongju: “Why are you so dazed?”

Wan Qiongju’s eyes were filled with fascination. His eyelashes trembled slightly and his lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to call someone but lost his voice.

Wan Qiongju swallowed her saliva, a very light sound rolled in her throat, and said with red cheeks: “I saw a sentence a while ago, the breath is like a cold pines reflecting the moon, and the posture is like a silhouette of a startled giant. I don’t know what kind of person this sentence describes. I just saw the master show off his skills, and I realized that this sentence is a perfect way to describe the master.”

Qiu Yin’an covered her lips in embarrassment and chuckled, “You can say nice things to coax me.”

Wan Qiongju’s eyes could not be brighter, “It’s true.”

Qiu Yin’an used to wield two half-length broadswords in the past. The swords rose and fell neatly and straightly, showing his majesty. The powerful buzzing sound emitted when slashing made people’s eardrums tremble. Anyone who looked at it was filled with awe of the sharp power and had no intention of appreciating the beauty of his figure.

Wan Qiongju had seen him practicing swordsmanship in the past, but he was always intimidated by this intimidation. He could only respect him and never take a good look at him.

Now that the weapon in Qiu Yin’an’s hand was replaced by an ordinary tree branch, most of the overwhelming power that made people dare not breathe has dissipated. Only then did Wan Qiongju really see Qiu Yin’an’s neat demeanor as he moved around.

Without the cover of the roar of the sword, the figure was so beautiful that he couldn’t move his eyes away. Wan Qiongju was lost in thought for a long time. He even forgot about the cloak he was about to hand over. He just stood there blankly, his mind was filled with thoughts about Qiu Yin’an, and he could not tolerate anything else.

“Look at the way he looks at you, it seems like he’s been drugged.” Yao Ye came closer and lightly bumped Qiu Yin’an’s shoulder.

Qiu Yin’an’s ears were hot, and his face was still shy after being praised by Wan Qiongju. When the heat in his ears subsided a little, he turned his head and glanced at Yao Ye, but his eyebrows still showed the softness when he looked at Wan Qiongju, “Be careful when you speak.”

Yao Ye ignored Qiu Yin’an and teased Wan Qiongju at the top of his voice: “Hey, Wan Qiongju, no matter how bright the fire in your eyes is, it can’t warm Yin’an. You need someone to come and hug him.”

Qiu Yin’an gave Yao Ye a firm elbow and said, “Shut up.”

Yao Ye said with a playful smile: “I’m not afraid of you being cold.”

Only then did Wan Qiongju react suddenly. He ran towards Qiu Yin’an quickly. Just as he was about to put the big cloak in his hand on Qiu Yin’an, he realized that the big cloak had already been penetrated by the cold air.

So he took off the one he was wearing, which carried his body temperature and prevented Qiu Yin’an from using his body to warm up the clothes. After wrapping Qiu Yin’an tightly, Wan Qiongju put the remaining one on himself.

The redness at the tip of Qiu Yin’an’s ears spread half an inch down his neck. His voice was shy and soft, “Are you stupid? You will get cold if you do this.”

There was affection in Wan Qiongju’s eyes, and he smiled sweetly and warmly, “I am willing to be a fool. If you are not cold, I will not be cold.”

Yao Ye’s eyes flashed with envy, “Okay, okay, I’ll leave in a moment, you two will get tired of it later.”

“How can you tell that we are getting bored? I think you are just looking for trouble.” Qiu Yin’an untied the bag of everything hanging from Wan Qiongju’s waist and handed it to Yao Ye with the drawstring, “The red flame furnace and the elixir are both inside.”

Speaking of this elixir, he thought of Yao Yu. Qiu Yin’an’s voice was a little gloomy. He lowered his eyes and said, “I hope these elixirs can work.”

Yao Ye stretched out his hand to take it, with a forced smile on his face, “It doesn’t matter whether it is useful or not, as long as there is a way, I have to try it. If the blind cat runs into a dead mouse, the poison will be cured.”

Yao Ye’s self-consoling voice was not firm, and his eyes were wandering. After a moment, that vain hope was like a handful of snow, blown away by the wind. He held the bag of things tightly, “I just hope that my sister can see my real person breaking the realm with her own eyes, so that she can leave with peace of mind, and she will not be hanging on me when she gets there.”

Yao Ye said the last few words very softly, and the last words were almost buried in silence.

Qiu Yin’an raised his hand and put it on Yao Ye’s arm, gently pressed his tight muscles with his fingertips, and fixed his eyes calmly and steadily on Yao Ye’s face, “Yes, you will definitely be able to do it this time.”

The corners of Yao Ye’s lips barely curved into a slight arc, and he didn’t say anything, only humming slightly.

Wan Qiongju looked at Qiu Yin’an who looked sad for Yao Ye, frowned slightly, and said with relief: “The poison of witch cultivators is unfathomable, but the Wan Zongshan sect can still be passed down for so many years, and it has some real abilities. I am at least half sure that this elixir can detoxify it.”

Hearing this, Yao Ye loosened his grip on the bag. The young man’s tone was calm and determined, which made him feel more at ease. “Whether it’s useful or not, I will remember your good intentions.”

Yao Ye glanced at the two of them, “After staying here for so many days, it’s time to go back and spend time with my sister.”

Yao Yu was still pregnant. Qiu Yin’an took away his hand on Yao Ye’s shoulder and did not leave him alone. He and Wan Qiongju sent the person to the gate of the mountain and told him: “Don’t forget to practice diligently when you go back. If you continue to work hard according to this momentum, you will be just around the corner.”

Yao Ye nodded. This was the first time he had heard such a long-winded warning. Yao Ye walked down a few stone steps and suddenly stopped. He turned and looked at Qiu Yin’an, “Yin’an, if I can really break through the realm this time, I hope you can help me pick up my salutation.”

Qiu Yin’an’s fingertips hanging by her side curled up, “Okay, I will definitely think of someone who is worthy of you.”

It wasn’t until Yao Ye’s back completely disappeared at the corner of the mountain road that Qiu Yin’an withdrew his gaze and said, “Let’s go, Yao Ye is gone. We will set out for the formation tomorrow. Before New Year’s Eve, we can set up as many formations as we can.”

“Okay.” Wan Qiongju took Qiu Yin’an’s hand, “But before leaving, I want to take you somewhere first.”

Qiu Yin’an: “Where?”

Wan Qiongju: “Merlin, Master, do you still remember what I said in the White Cliff of Hanling Mountains, that you and I would plant a plum tree together?”

Qiu Yin’an’s eyes shone like scattered stars, “In the cold winter months, did you really get the saplings?”

Wan Qiongju nodded, “As long as you want it, I will find a way to do it.”

Qiu Yin’an kissed Wan Qiongju on the cheek and said, “Carry me and take a look.”

Wan Qiongju squatted down with a smile, and Qiu Yinan lay on Wan Qiongju’s back, feeling that the wind around her was full of sweetness.

There was no one around, so Qiu Yin’an called in Wan Qiongju’s ear, “Husband, you are so kind to me.”

Wan Qiongju pursed her lips and smiled, “Then please promise me that you will always be with me, okay?”

Qiu Yin’an rubbed Wan Qiongju’s temples, “Aren’t we always together?”

Wan Qiongju tilted his head and said, “You have to promise me one more time before I can feel at ease.”

I don’t know where the young man’s worry came from. Maybe he just wanted to hear his promise. Qiu Yin’an raised his head and shouted towards the blue sky: “I promise to be with Wan Qiongju forever.”

Wan Qiongju also shouted in the distance, “Qiu Yin’an must keep his word.”