C6 Short Shorts

Yao Jing glanced back at Wu Pingfan who was following him.

It was then that the two disciples noticed someone, and a dog, trailing behind Yao Jing.

The dog, a common farm breed, strutted along with surprising arrogance.

Below the three thousand steps, a group of disciples stared in stunned silence at Wu Pingfan and the dog who had ascended the mountain with Yao Jing.

Had they climbed all this time only to be outdone by a dog?

Yao Jing led the man and the dog into the hall, where a woman who had been lounging with her legs crossed leapt into action.

She landed gracefully before Yao Jing, who was about to greet her as "mountain lord" when he was swiftly pulled aside...

The woman then embraced Wu Pingfan from behind.

Her skin was fair and smooth, and her long, slender legs peeked out from beneath a short skirt, swaying with allure as she walked. Even Yao Jing felt overwhelmed.

He could almost feel a nosebleed coming on just from looking at her.

At that moment, the woman was forcefully pressing Wu Pingfan's head against her, not forgetting to give his head a vigorous rub.

What should have been a highly sensual moment was abruptly interrupted by Wu Pingfan's muffled protests.

Zhuo Xianqun finally released him after pinching the soft flesh on his cheeks a couple of times.

"You're still so innocent, youngest junior brother," she chuckled, reaching out to playfully tousle his hair.

Yao Jing stood frozen as he watched the mountain lord's mischievous hands not even spare Coal, the big block dog, giving its belly a thorough rub before stopping.

"Senior Sister," Wu Pingfan said, giving his senior sister, who had remained unchanged for a decade, a timid smile.

In Zhuo Xianqun's eyes, her little junior brother was as adorable as ever, as was the dog he kept.

"Little junior brother, you've finally come down the mountain. I've even prepared a bed for you; you'll be sleeping with me from now on."

Yao Jing was stunned, and the disciples who had followed were dumbfounded, watching their usually 'proper' Immortal Master speak such casual words.

As the Immortal Master seemed ready to whisk the young master off to her own bed, Yao Jing quickly interjected, "Immortal Master, the young master must be weary from his journey. Perhaps it would be better for him to stay on the side peak, where the scenery is tranquil and picturesque."

"Senior Sister, I can handle this on my own," Wu Pingfan interjected smoothly.

Zhuo Xianqun furrowed her brow, "You mustn't address him as 'Young Master.' You should call him 'Senior Brother,' and you all should refer to him as 'Master.' That's the only way to maintain proper seniority."

Xiao Xiao, suddenly bestowed with the title of Master, was wide-eyed in disbelief.

Was she really expected to call this womanizer 'Master'?

Yao Jing nearly choked on his own outrage. This so-called young master appeared even younger than himself.

...

Wu Pingfan had no trouble making himself at home in Starfall Peaks.

Influenced by Zhuo Xianqun, the disciples of Starfall Peaks were progressive in their thinking and liberal in their behavior. This was particularly true for the Inner Sect disciples, who sported an array of short skirts and shorts.

It was common to see a group of girls playfully chasing a new junior brother, draping their shorts over him to see how they fit, much to his terror.

"Senior Sisters, please, let's not do this!" he pleaded.

Wu Pingfan stretched leisurely and strolled out of his dwelling, which happened to be the finest in Starfall Peaks, second only to the residence of the eldest senior brother.

Since his arrival, the typically reserved eldest senior brother had been happily whisked away to Zhuo Xianqun's abode for some rest.

He must be on cloud nine by now.

"Look, there's a new junior brother!"

Someone called out, though no one knew who.

By the time Wu Pingfan realized what was happening, he was encircled by a group of senior sisters, all grinning from ear to ear.

"Junior Brother, you're new here, aren't you? Would you like to try on our Starfall Peaks' disciple uniform?"

Wu Pingfan was puzzled. He wasn't a disciple of Starfall Peaks, so why were they offering him the senior sisters' shorts?

Their expectant looks suggested they were quite eager to see him try on the shorts.

Just then, the white-robed eldest senior brother arrived, flying in on his sword. He stumbled upon landing and clutched at his waist, looking rather drained. Glancing up, he caught sight of the new Junior Master holding a pair of shorts.

His eyes went wide.

The Junior Master, looking utterly perplexed, handed the shorts over and said, "These are for you."

The senior sisters' faces were a picture of astonishment as they gazed at their junior brother.

"This is bad, this is really bad. The eldest senior brother can't stand shorts, and our junior brother is definitely in for a scolding."

Contrary to their expectations, the anticipated reprimand never came. The junior sisters watched in disbelief as the eldest senior brother's complexion shifted from a shade of blue to green, before he carefully gathered up the shorts and put them away with great respect.

He then approached them and admonished, "Show proper respect to the Master!"

"Master? Which Master?"

A young and pampered Master had recently arrived at Starfall Peaks. Rumor had it that the Immortal Lord cherished him dearly, going so far as to gift him his favorite pair of shorts.

Even the Master's dog, Coal, was treated like an honored guest.

The news spread rapidly, and disciples from all around began sneaking peeks at the Master on the side peak.

Wu Pingfan sensed that something was off.

Every time he went out to air his bedding, there was an inevitable snicker from someone behind him.

When he collected his bedding, the snickering would morph into hearty laughter.

But what they were actually saying was, "This Master is truly formidable, managing to air his bedding daily. He sets an example for us all!"

"Could this be a novel method of cultivation? It's no surprise coming from the Master, always standing out from the crowd!"

The junior brother timidly interjected, "Doesn't he kind of resemble my grandfather who's focusing on his health?"

That earned him a swift smack on the head from the senior sisters.

"Speak ill of our junior brother again, and we'll strip you of your pants!"

"Yes, we'll take your pants off!"

The junior brother was on the verge of tears, with nowhere to turn.