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

### Chapter 12 - Cat Cat Huanxi Peak, despite its elegant name and a peak master who appeared frail and easily bullied—her true form being a delicate tri-colored kitten—was far from a trivial mountain in the Shangyun Sect. On the contrary, thanks to the uniqueness of the peak master's bloodline, this place was an exceptional training ground, where the opponents were spiritual beasts—already somewhat enlightened with initial cultivation. These beasts trained here under He Lan Mian Mian's command, aiding the sect disciples in their training. During this process, the beasts gained experience and conviviality with humans, preparing for further cultivation in their humanoid forms. Elder He Lan, hands clasped behind her back, sternly said, “During the sparring, both sides must control their strength. If anyone dares to hurt my precious ones, there will be consequences for you. Understood?” Liu Ruo Ying curiously asked, “Aren’t you afraid that they might hurt us instead, Elder He Lan?” “A few injuries, a couple of days in bed, everyone gets hurt while cultivating.” “…” Liu Ruo Ying was momentarily at a loss for words. Luo Sheng whispered, “My master is just saying that. She'll protect us. Don't worry.” Ning Song Wu, who had been squeezed to the back of the group, raised an eyebrow in bemusement. What little secrets were the two sisters sharing? Why couldn't she be included? Oh, was she the sour lime in an orange gathering? "Ah Sheng," the woman in pink lowered her voice slightly, feigning annoyance. Luo Sheng touched her nose, backed off to the side, and followed with her head down. Ning Song Wu: I just want to laugh. * Walking from the cliffside to the training ground required traversing half of Huanxi Peak, naturally encountering other disciples along the way. For instance, the beautiful woman draped bonelessly over Ning Song Wu's shoulder, her fingers curled under the girl's jaw, her breath fragrant as orchids, softly said, “Sister, are you an ice spirit root? Would you like to stay on the peak and cool your sister down every day?” “Young ones, don’t be so aloof. Being like that vixen is no fun.” Ning Song Wu, trapped in the beauty's embrace: Didn’t dare move, didn’t dare move at all. She barely shifted, and the softness against her shoulder squished, freezing the twenty-year-old solo by birthright into place, no longer daring to move even a bit. What… what was this? Luo Sheng, who had come looking for her, frowned, “Senior sister, this is Elder Ran's disciple. You'd better not tease her.” The beauty's grip tightened around Ning Song Wu's shoulder, and she let out a light hum, “Alright, alright, can’t afford to mess with that woman.” That woman? Which woman! Did her master have some infamous reputation she didn’t know about? Why did the beauty say that? Blame that wretched author who always skimmed over Huanxi Peak. All she knew was that there was a training ground and an adorable Sixth Elder. She didn’t even know what the person draped over her was. Seems like there’s no reproductive isolation in the cultivation world. This entire peak is a mix of humans and beasts. Interesting. Luo Sheng thought the girl was still in shock, so she said, “That’s Senior Sister Su Ye, a snake demon. She likes the cold and enjoys teasing people.” A snake… demon? Ning Song Wu recalled the softness against her back, sighed softly, “Couldn’t tell, snake demon sister.” “Hmm, she usually plays around. Doesn’t quite seem like a snake,” Luo Sheng replied seriously. Ning Song Wu looked at her with a complicated expression, glanced at their similar builds, and gently patted Luo Sheng's shoulder. Blissful ignorance, perhaps. “What’s wrong?” Luo Sheng asked, bewildered. “Nothing. So, why is she afraid of my master?” “Senior Sister was personally captured and beaten badly by my master back in the day. My master then took pity and made her a disciple, but the fear lingers.” “You're quite talkative today.” “…” The girl’s ears turned red, and she quickened her pace, “Hurry, master is waiting.” * By the time they reached the training ground, the opponents He Lan Mian Mian prepared for them were already warming up. Ning Song Wu noticed the opponent, an enormous black gorilla, about one and a half times the height of a person, pounding its fists. It was probably warming up, right? Her legs suddenly felt weak. Was it too late to turn back now? Even Luo Sheng, who had already been through this training multiple times, felt nervous facing this mountainous opponent. Before she could speak, the healer on the far right, the weakest among them, asked tremulously, “Aunt, do you have... a smaller one?” “Yes, I do. Me. Do you want to fight me?” The kitten smiled menacingly. “…” Ning Song Wu: Silence, the Cambridge tonight. She clenched her sweaty palms, holding onto the shoulders of her companions, and said softly, “There's no need. This will do.” “You won’t make it difficult for us, right?” She tried to maintain a calm gaze, though her mind was already in chaos. Ning Song Wu: Why isn't this person moving? Let's poke it. Oh, it’s frozen solid. Haha (cry). Regardless of how scared she was, there was no turning back. Might as well face it head-on; nothing bad should happen. Adapting to circumstances, a truly admirable quality. He Lan Mian Mian chuckled, nodding, “Clever little one. Go ahead and fight; I’ll watch over you. I won’t let anything happen to you.” * Once the surrounding protective shield fully closed, the black gorilla, seemingly receiving an order, stopped pounding its fists and charged straight at the three of them. The three inexperienced fighters immediately scattered to different sides, the sword cultivator hadn’t even unsheathed her sword. Ning Song Wu: Suddenly I understand how my ancestor felt circling the pillar. Darn sword, come out, why are you stuck? Among the three, she was the sword cultivator, Luo Sheng practiced spells and talismans under the Sixth Elder, while Liu Ruo Ying was both a healer and a control specialist. The gorilla, aware of who posed the greatest threat, charged straight at Ning Song Wu. As the giant fist fell, Ning Song Wu abandoned unsheathing her sword, using her toes for leverage, leaped back, swiftly evading the attack, simultaneously pulling up her sheathed sword, and summoning the almost non-existent spiritual energy within her. Mist spread, laying down a layer of frost. “Luo Sheng!” she called out, “Make it slippery beneath its feet.” As she was being dispersed, her mind began whirling at high speed, drawing on experiences from games and shows she’d seen in her past life. If there’s no commander, she’ll be the commander. A ball of water splashed down as Luo Sheng responded. Though still at the novice Qi Refining stage, even gathering all her strength, she could only form a ball the size of a head, but it was enough to create a small puddle. Even a small puddle would do. Tendrils of cold mist spread from the tip of the sheath, converging into a point and freezing into a thin layer of ice in the center of the water. Too thin to do much, but enough to momentarily stall the gorilla. Ning Song Wu then redirected her spiritual energy to create mist, but instead of forward, downwards, lifting herself almost two meters into the air. Outside the barrier, He Lan Mian Mian watched with interest, curious to see what the little rascal could come up with next. To her surprise, the next moment, the little rascal twisted and ran. Or more accurately, jumped in the opposite direction of the advancing gorilla, landing rather awkwardly, rolling a few times before coming to a stop. But she did escape the gorilla’s attack, giving the scattered trio a chance to regroup. A nimble little one. He Lan Mian Mian smiled silently, clapped her hands, and called for a pause. Three Qi Refining stage fledglings were still too weak. Except for Liu Ruo Ying, who hadn’t been too deep in the fray, the other two were already drained, especially Ning Song Wu, who had been continuously creating ice. She was now half-kneeling on the ground, panting heavily. Still too weak. Propping her chin, bored, she swayed her legs and called out, “Little healer, what are you waiting for? Your front-line warrior will be out of strength if you don’t help soon.” The dumbfounded girl finally moved. Clearly, they were three well-behaved children, not much experience in fights. The most surprising was Luo Sheng. She had thought this little fox who grew up wandering would have been bullied the most. Seems she was too well-behaved, missing that wild streak of a wandering child. Once the three small figures in the middle had mostly recovered, she raised her finger and lifted the barrier. The black gorilla shook its head, followed the command, and continued. Three adorable little fellows, let's see how long you can struggle. * 【Going to fall apart.】 Upon hearing his disciple's inner voice, Ran Fan Yin knew the child had finally returned. Moments later, a vermilion bird landed smoothly. The small figure on its back couldn't even manage to bend her knees, using her elbows to support herself, she directly rolled off its wings. The sudden movement startled the vermilion bird, who flapped its wings, trying to catch her. “No need to worry, Vermilion Bird. You can step back.” The large bird cawed twice, spread its wings, and departed. Alone in the courtyard with her disciple's whimpers, Ran Fan Yin took a few steps forward, standing not far off, he lightly coughed, “No strength to stand up? Plan to crawl inside?” 【Oh no, is master angry?】 “I can stand up,” Ning Song Wu gritted her teeth, rolling herself over, when a long stick suddenly extended towards her. To be exact, a lengthened fan handle. “I’m not asking you to show extraordinary willpower, just tell me the truth. Are you tired?” “…Tired.” The fan handle tapped her head, and the woman gently said, “In the future, if you encounter such issues again, just speak your true feelings straightforwardly. No need to hide.” "I do not eat people." Ning Song Wu's eyes flickered slightly, carefully calming her thoughts, she replied with a soft “Okay.” She reached up and grasped the fan handle, which seemed to have a mind of its own. It glided along her arm, nestling comfortably under her armpit, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. 【Not having to walk, this feels so nice.】 Ning Song Wu pressed her lips together tight, and after a long while, she whispered, “Thank you.” Ran Fan Yin chuckled, slightly exasperated, “From now on, you are not allowed to say thank you either.” “Huh?” Elder Ran sighed, “Little Ning, since I am your master, I will naturally help, protect, and teach you. There is no need to thank me.” You are too distant. 【Master... I just want to kiss her. I want to kiss her even more now.】 At such a young age, what on earth are you thinking about all the time? No pop-up ads on this site, permanent domain.