After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master

Chapter 192: Sleep Time

The summer heat was intense.

The mountain where the inner sect competition was held was near Tianxuan Sect’s Mengze Lake. The lake water was steaming from the heat, making the air seem to carry a bit of hot wind. Cultivators do not fear the cold or heat, as they are protected by spiritual energy, but at this moment, Jiang Huai, who was sitting in the audience, felt extremely hot. Fortunately, Bai Li was sitting next to him, using a bit of her Ice Dragon power to cool down the temperature around her, making Jiang Huai feel a bit better.

Today was the first day of the inner sect competition. Jiang Huai suddenly missed the past two years when he was directly placed in the top ten by the sect master, avoiding many matches and giving other disciples a chance. Now that he had lost his cultivation, he had no choice but to participate.

This time, Chu Xianning did not come to the competition because Jiang Huai had practiced swordsmanship with her the night before. He showed her the power of the Overlord Art, and Chu Xianning knew that among his peers in Tianxuan Sect, Jiang Huai would no longer have any rivals, so she couldn’t be bothered to come. She has always disliked overly bustling places.

The only reason she came to watch the last inner sect competition was because she was worried about Jiang Huai’s safety.

Although Chu Xianning holds the position of an elder in Tianxuan Sect, everyone knows that Chu Xianning just found a place to settle down. She never involves herself in any of Tianxuan Sect’s affairs.

Now that Jiang Huai was sitting here, many disciples couldn’t help but glance at him frequently. This was because of the recent crazy rumors in the Eastern Region about Tianxuan Sect’s Jiang Huai, who had slain the inheritor of the Refining Yin Demon Gu in Daoji Ancestral Land.

Everyone in the Eastern Region knew that Jiang Huai only had five years of life left, and it was unknown to what extent the numerous life-extending spiritual medicines sent to him could restore his lifespan. But at least everyone knew for sure... he had lost his cultivation.

What a classic opportunity to play the fool to catch the wise, but Jiang Huai was so hot that he just wanted to quickly go back to his room and sleep soundly, preferably by coaxing Bai Li to crawl into bed with him. Her body was ice-cold, and it would be so comfortable to sleep with her in this sweltering summer.

Jiang Huai was drowsy in his seat, while Bai Li leaned against him, quite interested in the sword fights on stage. She was also a sword cultivator, primarily practicing swordsmanship, and secondarily relying on the brute strength of her demon clan physique to fight others. She was clueless about many spells, so now watching these inner disciples, each displaying one or two flashy spells, she found it quite interesting.

“When they call my name, wake me up. I can’t take it anymore.”

Jiang Huai’s voice was weak. Bai Li casually pulled on his shoulder, pressing his head onto her lap, then lowered her voice and stretched out her hand to shield him from the light.

“That sleepy?”

“I went to bed late last night.”

Last night, Wen Wanwan returned. Jiang Huai was called by Wen Wanwan’s spirit pigeon and went to her courtyard. The saying “absence makes the heart grow fonder” is indeed true. The white silk was still so enticing, and the little bell on her neck jingled all night long. They slept very late, so naturally, Jiang Huai was listless now.

“Sleep, sleep.” Bai Li gently patted his face.

...

Wen Wanwan sat quietly below the stands, with Wen Fufu also sitting beside her.

She came to watch her sister’s sword fight. In the past inner sect competitions, Wen Wanwan preferred to have Wen Fufu stay in the courtyard, as the previous competitions were somewhat dangerous for her, who was only at the Foundation Establishment stage at the time. She worried that her sister would be concerned if she saw. But now, her cultivation was at the Divine Transformation first-level, the highest among the younger generation in Tianxuan Sect this year, with only early Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

She hadn’t told anyone about her Divine Transformation first-level. She didn’t have many friends in Tianxuan Sect and saw no need to tell others. As for everything that happened in Daoji Ancestral Land, naturally, all the attention was on Jiang Huai, and very few noticed Wen Wanwan. At that time, Wen Wanwan assisted Jiang Huai in slaying Mo Dan using her soul to wield the sword. Those Foundation Establishment cultivators couldn’t see the intricacies and naturally didn’t understand.

Wen Wanwan didn’t like to show off. Today, she habitually wore a plain, heavy Taoist robe to the sect competition. The wide robe concealed her figure but still couldn’t hide her delicate and beautiful face.

Only in front of Jiang Huai did she want to dress up carefully. Even a moment of distraction or amazement in Jiang Huai’s eyes would make her happy for a long time.

Next to Wen Wanwan in the stands sat female disciples from Huangjian Mountain. Wen Wanwan was also an inner disciple of Huangjian Mountain but had not apprenticed under any elder and had always cultivated alone.

She had almost no interaction with these female disciples on regular days. But now, a female disciple dressed in a finely tailored dress from Ziyun Pavilion turned her face towards her, not hiding the gossip in her eyes.

“Wen Wanwan Junior Sister?”

Wen Wanwan turned her face, her cool eyes looking at her in confusion.

“How are things with you and Jiang Huai Senior Brother?”

The female disciple’s expression was full of curiosity and a slight playfulness.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you still with Jiang Huai Senior Brother?”

The female disciple’s description was a bit subtle, making Wen Wanwan pause, but after a moment, she didn’t defend herself and just nodded lightly.

“Mhm.”

“I heard that last time you entered Daoji Ancestral Land with Jiang Huai Senior Brother. Is it true that Jiang Huai Senior Brother’s life is coming to an end?”

“Yes.”

Wen Wanwan remembered Jiang Huai’s instruction not to tell others about the Primordial Life and Death Sword, so she nodded lightly, thinking that Jiang Huai wouldn’t mind this answer.

“So you’re still with Jiang Huai Senior Brother, what for?”

The female disciple’s expression was somewhat puzzled at this point.

Wen Wanwan’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, a flash of displeasure in her eyes. She always disliked showing too much on her face, so she simply replied lightly,

“Jiang Huai Senior Brother is good-looking.”

“Good-looking can’t be eaten though. A pretty but useless embroidered pillow. How about I introduce you to another Senior Brother from a different mountain? Senior Brother Qian is twenty this year and also good-looking, with a cultivation of early Nascent Soul stage.”

The female disciple’s eyes looked at Wen Wanwan, with a hint of jealousy deep within.

She was jealous of Wen Wanwan’s beauty. She clearly remembered that at Senior Brother Qian’s birthday party a few days ago, he had casually asked about Wen Wanwan, obviously interested. It was a pity that no one in Huangjian Mountain was familiar with Wen Wanwan, so no one could play matchmaker for him.

Wen Wanwan shook her head lightly.

“No need.”

Seeing Wen Wanwan’s refusal, the female disciple’s eyes showed a hint of displeasure. In her view, Wen Wanwan was just someone who struggled to keep her inner disciple status in the inner sect and was only famous for her beauty.

If she could get close to Senior Brother Qian... wouldn’t that be more promising than Jiang Huai’s future?

“Why be so stubborn? Senior Brother Qian is also good-natured, not like that bastard Li Qiusheng from Alchemy Mountain. Who knows how many Junior Sisters dream of getting into his arms at night. Won’t you reconsider?”

“I won’t consider it.” Wen Wanwan’s reply was terse.

“Why won’t you consider it? What’s so good about Jiang Huai Senior Brother?”

“He’s good-looking.”

“That’s just narrow-minded of you. There are plenty of handsome men in this world. If you’ve seen Senior Brother Qian, you’ll know he’s not much less than Jiang Huai. Besides, when choosing a dao companion, you can’t just look at looks, right? You have to walk together for hundreds of years, and Jiang Huai might not be able to continue with you.”

“Jiang Huai Senior Brother is the best-looking.”

Wen Wanwan answered calmly, her eyes shining as she spoke.

Her calmness gave the female disciple the feeling that she was casting pearls before swine. With a helpless sigh, she said,

“You, why are you so stubborn? If I had your figure and beauty, I definitely wouldn’t follow Jiang Huai around all day. But having Jiang Huai Senior Brother as a trophy husband isn’t bad, just don’t know how he is in that aspect without spiritual energy...”

Wen Wanwan didn’t continue the conversation, just silently shifted her gaze aside, suddenly recalling last night’s scene. Jiang Huai Senior Brother must have been frustrated; he nearly bullied her into a puddle of mud last night.

“Hey, it’s Senior Brother Qian’s turn, look quickly...”

The female disciple saw the name Qian Haichao floating up on the stage, her voice quite excited. Wen Wanwan couldn’t help but be influenced by her and glanced over. Indeed, he was good-looking, with a jade-like face and bright red lips, dressed in white, with a bit of a gentleman’s demeanor.

Wen Fufu also glanced over and then pursed her lips,

“Pfft, not even half as good-looking as my brother-in-law.”

Wen Fufu tugged at Wen Wanwan’s sleeve.

“What do you think, sister?”

“Not even one-tenth as good.” Wen Wanwan replied quietly.

Their whispers were naturally heard by the female disciple beside them, her eyes showing a hint of annoyance. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly realized that the other name drawn was Jiang Huai.

She crossed her arms, a disdainful sneer on her lips.

“Let’s see, Senior Brother Qian is at the complete early Nascent Soul stage, not someone Jiang Huai, with no spiritual energy and just an Immaculate Golden Body, can contend with.”

Wen Wanwan didn’t even bother to respond, instead focusing on Jiang Huai below the stands. Jiang Huai had just been woken up by Bai Li, rubbing his eyes, looking drowsy. He was still a bit confused, scratching his head before realizing and walking towards the stands.

And Qian Haichao was already waiting above the stands. Dressed in white, his expression was gentle and scholarly when facing Jiang Huai, simply asking.

“Jiang Huai Senior Brother, long time no see.”

“You are...?”

Jiang Huai couldn’t remember having so many acquaintances.

“We met last year at the inner sect competition. I was defeated by Jiang Huai Senior Brother’s sword.”

“Ah... I see...”

The sun was blazing down on Jiang Huai’s head. In his heart, he silently prayed that the other party wouldn’t want him to give any swordsmanship guidance again. It was too hot, and he was too lazy to swing his sword a few more times. Normally, he played the image of a gentle and easy-going Eldest Senior Brother because he was Chu Xianning’s only direct disciple. A good reputation also flattered Chu Xianning, but he was always lazy and didn’t want to stand out if he could avoid it.

“Now I’m at the early Nascent Soul stage. I know Jiang Huai Senior Brother has the Immaculate Golden Body, and I’ve just established a connection with my spirit sword. If I use another ordinary sword, the sword spirit will be displeased. Jiang Huai Senior Brother... plase be careful.”

“Ah, I see, no problem, go ahead with your sword.”

Jiang Huai breathed a sigh of relief, not even drawing out his Ye Ning sword.

At this moment, he even envied the other party a little. His little sword spirit was so hardworking.

Little Ning just wanted to sleep in the sword all day, never wanting to work if she could avoid it.

After Qian Haichao spoke, he gripped the Earth-grade high-grade spirit sword in his hand. The sword’s edge flashed with light. He didn’t use any spells but pushed his spiritual energy to the limit and swung his sword, sending a gust of wind towards Jiang Huai, who felt a refreshing coolness.

How nice and cool.

That’s what he thought as he threw a punch. Recently, he had practiced swordsmanship with Bai Li a few times and could now perfectly control the power of the Overlord Art, using a force that could knock the opponent flying but not cause internal injury. His punch landed on the opponent’s lower abdomen.

Just right.

Qian Haichao’s body was like a streak of light coming towards him with a sword. Now, being knocked flying also looked like a streak of light. The spiritual energy shield around his body shattered in an instant with that punch, drawing an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Suddenly, the area below the sword fighting platform became as silent as death.

“Thank you for the match.”

Jiang Huai looked at the elder in charge of judging, who had just come back to his senses and announced Jiang Huai’s victory. Jiang Huai happily returned to the stands because he wasn’t sure if he would be drawn again, so he couldn’t leave yet. Bai Li patted her snow-white, silky legs covered by a cheongsam, and Jiang Huai lay down.

Sleep time!