C19 Little Sixth Son's Misunderstanding

A broadsword sent Liu Qingshan flying.

Lou Wei's voice was firm and commanding, "Show some respect to our benefactor!"

It was then that the crowd's attention returned to the two promising talents of their respective sects.

Liu Qingshan gripped his broadsword, the muscles of his arm bulging beneath the fabric of his robe.

His face, darker than most swordsmen, was etched with fury.

"What do you intend to do to my junior brother?"

"What do you intend to do to my benefactor?"

They spoke in unison.

"Don't imitate me!"

"Don't imitate me!"

Echoed again.

The onlookers exchanged puzzled glances until Wu Pingfan called out, "Senior Brother Liu, Young Master Lou, please don't fight over me."

Both men glanced at Wu Pingfan and, to everyone's surprise, shook hands in reconciliation.

Liu Qingshan turned to address the Sword Sect disciples, "My junior brother is kind and well-behaved. You must show him the same respect you would show our master."

Their master stood there, dumbfounded.

Lou Wei's gaze swept over the Gentledawn disciples with an authoritative air.

"Our benefactor is a good man. Don't take advantage of his honesty just because he lacks cultivation."

The Gentledawn disciples nodded in agreement.

Under the imposing presence of the two eldest senior brothers, Wu Pingfan's stature seemed to grow in the eyes of the other sect's disciples.

Wu Pingfan was accustomed to such affectionate looks; his senior brothers and sisters always treated him this way.

He found nothing unusual about it.

"When did the Sword Sect's eldest disciple start calling someone else master and referring to them as junior brother?" the Gentledawn elder whispered to the Sword Elder.

The Sword Elder huffed, "Your Gentledawn Sect is no different, always addressing him as 'benefactor.' Didn't I hear that your Sect Master even signed away his son in a life-debt contract?"

The Gentledawn elder rubbed his nose, "We were compelled by circumstances. That expert truly has remarkable abilities, which is why the Sect Master entrusted his son to him."

"Under that expert's tutelage, Qingshan has advanced his Cloudsoaring Sword Technique to the seventh level!" boasted the Sword Elder, puffing out his chest with pride.

"Lou Wei has also achieved the rank of Martial Cultivator. It seems our Gentledawn Sect's eldest disciple has even more talent."

The two mischievous kids took turns praising Liu Qingshan and Lou Wei, their voices tinged with both envy and jealousy.

One had reached the Martial Cultivator Realm, while the other had mastered the seventh level of the Cloudsoaring Sword technique.

He glanced at the eldest disciple beside him and gave the back of his head a light pat.

The bewildered Gentledawn Sect disciple:

"You're such a letdown. If you don't defeat Liu Qingshan and Lou Wei at the Sword Trial Competition, I'll toss you out of the sect to be dog food. Specifically, for that big black dog!"

The Gentledawn Sect's eldest disciple shivered, his eyes involuntarily darting to the big black dog nestled in Wu Pingfan's arms.

The big black dog occasionally flashed its sharp teeth, which was somewhat frightening.

"Master, could we possibly consider a different punishment? I'm not sure I can beat Liu Qingshan or Lou Wei, and I definitely don't think I can take on that dog."

North: ...

Fang He had prepared the rooms, one for every two people, spacious enough to house all the disciples from the five major sects, a testament to the Keep's opulence.

Little did Fang He know, this was the prelude to a tempest of blood and violence.

He frequently heard cries for help from the back courtyard. A servant approached him in despair, "Master, there's a fight happening in Wu Daochang's quarters!"

A fight? He was intrigued to see how Wu Pingfan, devoid of any cultivation, would fare in a brawl.

The man seemed so simple and honest; Fang He hadn't expected him to get into a scuffle on his very first day.

Upon arriving at the scene, Fang He witnessed someone being thrown out just as he entered. He caught a quick glimpse of the individual.

"Was that Liu Qingshan just now?"

The servant nodded with trepidation.

Fang He stood rooted to the spot. Liu Qingshan wasn't a match for him?

The next moment, Lou Wei was also tossed out.

Simultaneously, applause erupted from within.

"Congratulations to the eldest senior brother for his valiant stand against many, earning the opportunity to share a room with the little Master!"

The eldest senior brother grunted an acknowledgment, his cold demeanor intact as he sheathed his sword. Looking up, he locked eyes with Fang He.

"Does the lord of the Keep also wish to share a chamber with the Master?" Fang He chuckled uncomfortably, "No, I do not."

He made a hasty exit.

Could it be that the three most talented cultivators were vying for the affections of a man?

Fang He began to question his life choices.

He even suspected there was something wrong with his vision.

The eldest senior brother reminisced about the night before his departure.

Zhuo Xianqun lay on the bed, curling a finger at him, whispering enticingly, "Little Sixth Son, you must... make me proud."

Make her proud?

The eldest senior brother maintained his composure and nodded serenely, yet Zhuo Xianqun, who was pinching his waist, continued to instruct, "Don't let anyone else get close to your little Master. He's still a child, and you need to protect him personally. If anything goes wrong, as your master, I will have to punish you severely!"

That night, the eldest senior brother was plagued by insomnia.

Especially since Zhuo Xianqun had been particularly attentive to his waist, pinching and prodding it frequently.

He was abruptly reminded of the last person who had been punished by the Immortal Master.

That person had ended up with a broken waist.

Eldest senior brother: ...

As for Zhuo Xianqun's confidence in sending the eldest senior brother, she understood her disciple well. He practiced the Dao of Detachment and wouldn't develop genuine emotions, certainly not even a few words for his junior brother.

Meanwhile, in the chamber, the man devoid of desire in Zhuo Xianqun's eyes brewed a cup of tea for Wu Pingfan.

"Master, please enjoy the tea."

Wu Pingfan accepted it, only to watch him prepare another cup for the big block dog sprawled on the floor.

"Senior, would you like some tea?"

"Coal doesn't drink tea," Wu Pingfan responded.

Cradling the cup, he observed the goji berries, red dates, chrysanthemum, and cassia seeds within.

"Are you practicing a health regimen?"

The eldest senior brother was taken aback, then respectfully responded, "Master, I welcome your guidance."

For cultivators, harboring distracting thoughts is a major taboo, as it can lead one astray into demonic paths.

Chrysanthemum tea has a calming effect on the mind and body, while wolfberries and red dates are known to be nourishing. Wu Pingfan's gaze lingered on the eldest senior brother.

"Have you been unable to find peace since the other day?"

The eldest senior brother nodded, confirming that his restlessness began after Zhuo Xianqun's arrival.

He was haunted daily by memories of his master firmly holding his waist and giving him earnest warnings.

Wu Pingfan extended his hand, "Come here."

Without hesitation, Little Six approached.

Zhuo Xianqun had imposed a restriction on her disciple, allowing her to observe his movements and project his image onto a mirror she held.

Naturally, she would never confess that she was eager to see her junior brother, but...

Upon seeing her junior brother and her disciple in the mirror, she accidentally sprayed a mouthful of tea onto Yao Jing, who was across from her.

Yao Jing was at a loss for words.

He peered into the mirror, clutching his chest, struggling to catch his breath.

The young master stepped forward as well.

He angrily swept his sleeves aside, "This is utterly dishonorable, taking advantage of someone in their time of need!"

The scene must have been quite distressing for the young master, a learned man, to utter such a statement.

The eldest senior brother's clothing was partly removed, revealing his muscular back with Wu Pingfan standing behind him.

Wu Pingfan noticed a wisp of black Qi around his acupoint. Concentrating his power, he raised his hand and forcefully struck the black Qi.

The eldest senior brother grunted softly.

Through Zhuo Xianqun's eyes, it appeared as though her cherished disciple was sitting on the couch, his face flushed with embarrassment, seemingly taking liberties with her junior brother.

Who else would dare to lay a hand on her junior brother?