11 - Crazy! Criticizing the Prime Minister for Being a Servant

Her voice still retained a tinge of youth, clear and distinct, markedly different from her own. Ran Fan Yin gently patted her shoulder, "Roughly, it will take another two to three years." Ning Song Wu's eyes widened, "Why so long?" 【I remember in the original text it said that a Golden Core cultivator could learn the cloud-stepping technique, and it would be even easier with a sword. I’ve already built my foundation, so why does it still take so long?】 "Because all your current cultivation must be abolished and started anew." Ran Fan Yin's voice was indifferent, as if he were discussing a trivial matter. To her, indeed, it was inconsequential. But to Ning Song Wu, it was as if the sky had fallen. Although this cultivation wasn't hers, she was more than happy to enjoy its benefits. She didn’t want to start from scratch... It was like asking a university student of two years to forget everything and redo high school. Ning Song Wu blinked, and in no time, her eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling as she asked, "Why?" Elder Ran maintained a calm expression, "You have a heavenly spiritual root, but the cultivation techniques you practiced in the outer sect are of too low a grade, resulting in impure energy. This will hinder your future cultivation, so we have no choice but to take this drastic measure." "...Damn it, original self, why didn’t you test your spiritual root when you joined? We wouldn’t have to endure this hardship then." No, wait, the original self seemed to be an orphan. Maybe she didn’t have the chance. Sigh, such a tragic fate. Ning Song Wu inwardly lit a candle for her original self. Ran Fan Yin led her into the house, letting her choose a room in the spacious abode. She picked one next to Ran Fan Yin's, then was guided by the woman into the cleansing room. Ran Fan Yin lowered her eyes, her voice placid, "Alright, take off your clothes." Chapter 6: Carefree "Alright, take off your clothes." The woman spoke as if discussing what to have for dinner. Yet, to a modern-day female university student straddling both advanced and traditional ways of thinking, it was like a thunderbolt, making her instinctively cross her arms over her chest. 【What are you doing?! I perform arts, not sell my body! Even though I’m gay and I do like you, I’m not the type to strip down so easily.】 Being mentally mature, she had experienced her heart racing before, like many years ago when she looked up drowsily and saw someone standing on the podium, bathed in twilight, making her heart race for a long time... Shamelessly speaking, she wanted to kiss her in that moment on the cloud. But the phantom pain that had lingered on her wrist resurfaced, urging her to control that impulse. However, faced with such a breathtaking scene, with someone who cared for her deeply, willing to linger on the cloud for a long time just for her, Even the phantom pain couldn’t suppress her racing heart. So, on the cloud, she didn’t hold back her feelings. But once grounded, she tucked away those fluttering thoughts neatly. After all, her primary goal now was to survive. The glaring word "death" attached to her name was too prominent, and Ran Fan Yin’s name also bore those words. She couldn’t think about anything else until this issue was resolved, because... Survival came first. Lost in her thoughts, Ning Song Wu didn’t notice the crack in Ran Fan Yin’s usually composed face — What’s ‘gay’? Another new term from those storybooks? Judging by the context, does it mean... ‘mirror polishing’? Her disciple... has a liking for ‘mirror polishing’? Little girl, you're clearly mistaken about something! Ran Fan Yin restrained the impulse to step back and suppressed her mismatched brows, "I meant, you can take off your clothes to clean yourself. You can't sleep like this, right?" Ning Song Wu sighed in relief, "…Master, you’re here. I… feel shy." Ran Fan Yin: Ha... Knowing you have a liking for ‘mirror polishing’, I... She rubbed her forehead and took out a set of clothes from her storage ring, "You should be sixteen this year, right? Handle it yourself. I’ll go out first. Don’t worry about the clothes; I have plenty. We’ll get you more later.” Ran Fan Yin left the cleansing room almost as if fleeing, not looking back. Hilarious, she feared staying longer would make her disciple think she was ‘gay’ too. She wasn’t, she really wasn’t. Ran Fan Yin: a triple rapid denial. 【Why did Master run so fast? But, hey, the Head Disciple Sister and Sixth Elder seem…】 Ran Fan Yin quickly closed the door, sealing the cleansing room’s barrier, cutting off all magical connections and the latter half of the sentence. The Head Disciple Sister and Mian Mian... what about them? Weren’t they just normal sisterly bonds? Elder Ran’s pupils trembled, feeling like Helan Mian Mian was scratching inside her head. She suddenly wanted to open the door and ask again. But doing so would reveal she could hear her disciple’s thoughts, spoiling much of the fun and burdening the little one. The woman sighed deeply. For the sake of future fun and her disciple’s healthy growth, she suppressed her curiosity. With a heavier heart, she wandered to her room. Even in the cleansing area, under water, or lying on her bed looking at the moonlight, she pondered— Could Cen Ran really have something with Mian Mian? Unaware that her casual ship fandom caused her dear master to lose sleep for half the night, Ning Song Wu lay on her bed, browsing recent plot developments. Her storyline and Lin Yu Xue’s had entered a new phase, uncharted in the book. But other plots were likely to unfold as expected, like the freshmen competition in a year, the team expedition where a sword named Double Snow would be found in the secret realm, which Lin Yu Xue took in the book. She couldn’t avoid the secret realm expedition, so she might as well plan for it. The Double Snow sword was a perfect match for an ice spiritual root cultivator.