Chapter 41: Look Clearly, I Am Not Your Teacher - I Forged Them in Darkness, and They Buried Me in It

## Chapter 41: Look Clearly, I Am Not Your Teacher At the same time. On Mount Qingcheng, Luo Cong An, who was originally meditating in her cave, suddenly opened her eyes. Her body trembled uncontrollably as if another presence within her was desperately trying to wrest control away. Usually gentle and serene, her face now bore a hint of distortion. If anyone else on Mount Qingcheng were to see this, they would be utterly shocked. "I sense the presence of my teacher!" "I don't know any teacher." Two extremely contradictory statements both came from Luo Cong An's mouth. "Unless you agree to one condition..." "……" The brief argument quickly ended. The stone door of the cave swung open, and the woman, even forgetting to put on shoes, fluttered away rapidly in a certain direction, her white robe billowing in the wind. ... Everything happened quickly and ended even faster. Chen An, holding a stick, frowned slightly. His clothes were quite tattered, particularly at the pant legs, which were almost gnawed up to his knees. He walked to the center of the road, where a woman lay motionless, likely having fainted from exhaustion. Beside her was a young girl, who was crying her eyes out, her sobs now ceased and tears dried up. She sat dazedly on the ground, staring at Chen An with wide eyes and her mouth slightly open, as if in disbelief. The person she cursed in her heart earlier had suddenly become her savior. The girl clearly hadn't yet processed what had happened. Chen An approached her. He bent down slightly and extended a hand. "Get up." The familiar voice snapped Lin Jing Qiu out of her shock. The noon sun was mostly blocked by the boy. She could see his face clearly. Still as handsome as ever. Lin Jing Qiu grasped his warm hand, feeling reassured. She intended to rise with his help, but had forgotten the earlier fall, and cried out in pain. "Hiss..." Lin Jing Qiu carefully raised her head, looking at Chen An with grievance. "I twisted my ankle..." Chen An nodded in understanding. Then he turned his wrist and hoisted the girl up completely. Like he was lifting a tiny, helpless kitten. "Huh?!" A large question mark seemed to appear over Lin Jing Qiu's head. She wondered how this situation differed so much from the scenes described in anime. Shouldn't Chen An crouch down, gently take off her shoe, and with a large hand, tenderly reset her slender ankle? How did it end up like this... She didn't dare ask aloud, for fear of receiving some strange answer. Chen An, one hand holding her, the other gripping the stick, began moving towards the welfare home. A group led by Wang Que stood at the welfare home's gate. Their expressions were complex, filled with a mix of fear and admiration as they watched Chen An approach. Fear because they had never seen anyone so ruthless with themselves. Admiration because of a natural respect for strength, and since this young man had genuinely saved them. Suddenly. The youth halted. He stood still, gazing towards the horizon. Lin Jing Qiu, perplexed, followed his gaze. A tiny white dot appeared in the sky. As it drew closer at a rapid pace. She gradually made out its true form. It was a person. A woman Lin Jing Qiu knew all too well. Luo Cong An's arrival unfolded like a beautiful painting unfurling in the sky. She stood in mid-air, her bare feet pristine like jade. Her Taoist robe fluttered in the breeze, revealing her ethereal grace and celestial beauty. She seemed like a fairy walking out of a cultivation novel, capturing everyone's gaze. A flash of joy crossed the girl's face, and she shouted excitedly, "Master!" Upon hearing this call, Wang Que was internally startled. He knew Lin Jing Qiu was Zheng Qing's junior sister, so naturally, this 'Master' she referred to was also Zheng Qing's teacher. Connecting her otherworldly demeanor and aura, Wang Que pieced together the truth. This must be the renowned owner of the fourth peak of Mount Qingcheng, the only female peakmaster among the various peaks of Mount Qingcheng. A figure known for her gentle disposition, unparalleled beauty, and profound cultivation second only to Mount Qingcheng's ancestor, admired by countless disciples and elders. Wang Que expected an important figure to arrive, though he hadn't anticipated it would be her. Then again, he mused, with her two beloved disciples both present, it only made sense for her to come. However, under everyone's watchful eyes, the woman ignored the familiar call. She didn't spare a glance towards her beloved disciple. Her beautiful eyes were fixed intently on the silhouette of the young man. The joyful expression on Lin Jing Qiu's face slowly faded. She glanced suspiciously at Chen An, then at her ethereal master, sensing something amiss. After a long moment, Chen An, growing irritated from the stare, seemed to have an idea and handed over the girl. "Here, isn't she your disciple, and you're here to take her back?" Chen An understood; no wonder he was being stared at. He was still holding the woman's disciple. Yet the woman's gaze remained unwavering. She accepted Lin Jing Qiu, then casually dropped her to the ground. Her indifferent demeanor left Lin Jing Qiu dumbfounded. But before she could process it, the scene that unfolded next widened her eyes further. She watched her esteemed master plummet straight into Chen An's arms. Lin Jing Qiu's vision went black, fainting from shock. She figured she must have been so frightened today that she was now hallucinating. But Chen An knew this was no hallucination. The fragrance enveloping his nose was unmistakably real. Chen An had previously caught whiffs of Lin Jing Qiu's scent – hers was slightly stronger, whereas today’s was more subtle. Both pleasant, but distinct upon closer scrutiny. Chen An quickly pushed her away. He disdainfully dusted off his shoulder where the woman had leaned. His brows furrowed, expression displeased, "Please have some self-respect." If he hadn't known she was Lin Jing Qiu's master, he'd assume she was a presumptuous woman, enamored with his looks. The woman, pushed back, appeared momentarily stunned. Her expression morphed into disbelief, then swiftly to a heart-wrenching sorrow. "Teacher, don’t you remember me?" Her soft voice carried an endless grievance. But Chen An merely furrowed his brows tighter. "Forgive me for saying, but this should be our first meeting." Hearing this, Luo Cong An's pupils contracted, her heart shaken. She clutched her chest lightly, her expression blank. Then, as if unwilling to give up, she spoke again. "Teacher, I am Xiao An, Luo Cong An, your student..." Chen An shook his head, believing she had mistaken him for someone else. For he genuinely had no recollection. "Look clearly, I am not your teacher." (End of Chapter)