Chapter 2: The Master Should Be Locked Up
As Ming Ji arrived, the clamor within the Great Hall instantly vanished.
This beauty is simply too alluring…
The disciples who had just joined the sect possessed unsteady minds. As they watched the beautiful Immortal Venerable approach, this singular thought filled their minds, and their breathing grew ragged in unison.
These gazes were profoundly dark, many even laced with blasphemous malice.
āThey yearned to trample this “High Mountain Flower” into the mire and toy with him together.
The more undisguised the desire in their eyes, the more gloomy a certain individual became.
As Ming Ji drew closer, the possessiveness in this person’s eyes intensified.
This was none other than Ming Ji’s second disciple, Chu Yunduan.
Unlike Yan Shiman’s roguish air, judging solely by his appearance, he seemed exceptionally gentleālike warm jadeābearing no resemblance to that insubordinate rebel disciple.
The “rebel disciple” slowly approached Ming Ji, his gait light and elegant.
His demeanor was dashing, his smile as warm as jade. The folding fan in his hand resembled bright white snow; from a distance, he looked handsome and unfailingly graceful.
Chu Yunduanās gaze shifted. Aware of the obscene thoughts hidden in the crowd, he couldn’t help but recall the dream from the previous night.
In it, his Master was active and enthusiastic, cooperating with him and his Eldest Senior Brother…
Chu Yunduan snapped back to reality, subconsciously clenching his fists.
Master, are the two of us not enough for you? Do you still intend to seduce others?
Truly… shameful.
Though he thought this, on the surface he feigned the appearance of an obedient disciple, following quietly behind Ming Ji alongside Yan Shiman.
Ming Ji walked to the Sect Leader’s seat and sat down. He raised his eyes to the Second Elder presiding over the ceremony and asked, “Is everything prepared?”
The Second Elder had been deep in thought, his lowered eyes suggesting some secret plot.
Upon hearing Ming Jiās question, he concealed his schemes instantly and replied with respectful deference, “Everything is ready. Please be at ease, Sect Leader.”
Ming Ji did not respond, merely nodding with a cold expression.
However, due to his line of sight, he failed to notice that his “good disciple,” Yan Shiman, had instantly detected something amiss.
Master seems to be slipping out of our control.
Yan Shiman felt his interest pique even further, secretly marveling at how seductive Masterās little tricks were.
He steadied his breathing and raised an eyebrow at Chu Yunduan beside him, silently asking if they should employ more forceful methods.
After all, they had endured for so long; it was time to find a suitable opportunity to lock Ming Ji up and thoroughly “bully” him.
Chu Yunduan, always deep and calculating, shook his head at this, signaling Yan Shiman not to act rashly.
Their subtle exchange was slight, yet Ming Ji still noticed it.
Maintaining his cold and noble countenance, he indifferently scanned the malicious desires of those around him, assessing the situation.
Today’s ceremony was exceptionally grand; not only were disciples from both the Inner and Outer Sects present to observe, but the Elders presiding over grand ceremonies had also arrived.
Every detail demonstrated the importance Ming Ji, as Sect Leader, placed on this personal disciple.
āThe so-called apprenticeship ceremony required the disciple to wear the sect uniform and perform the disciple’s salute.
If the Master was willing to acknowledge the disciple, they simply needed to drink the apprenticeship wine presented by them.
To officially become a personal disciple, one had to be at least sixteen years of age.
Barring any mishaps, Ming Ji’s young disciple should have been able to perform the ceremony at sixteen.
However, because Ming Ji had gone into seclusion to heal injuries sustained from slaying demon beasts, it had been delayed for the better part of a year.
Returning to the present, Ming Ji couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh before shifting his gaze to the center of the hall.
In his line of sight stood a youth of only sixteen or seventeen, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyesāa budding handsome man.
The youth dutifully completed the disciple’s salute, then took the wine pot from the Second Elder, poured a cup, and waited for Ming Ji to drink it.
Truly a vicious scheme.
Ming Ji looked at the wine, his expression remaining largely unchanged.
He merely raised his eyes slowly to scrutinize the Second Elder, his well-defined knuckles rhythmically tapping the armrest of his chair.
This composed demeanor was truly unnerving, causing the Second Elder, the mastermind behind the plot, to speak up impatiently, “Sect Leader…”
Before the Second Elder could continue, Ming Ji feigned compliance with his wishes and reached out to accept the cup of wine.
Glancing sideways, he caught the look of anticipation in the Second Elder’s eyes.
Ming Jiās eyes were full of coldness. Just as he had decided how to knock over the cup to avoid drinking and how to hold them accountable…
A pair of hands moved before Ming Ji could act, snatching the wine cup from his grasp.
āIt was none other than Ming Ji’s newly accepted young disciple, Wei Zixi.
His eyes curved into a smile as he looked at Ming Ji, seemingly not sparing even a peripheral glance for the Second Elder.
“Master does not handle alcohol well; let this disciple drink on his behalf.”
Having said that, ignoring the Second Elder’s dark expression and the astonished gazes of his two senior brothers, he tilted his head back and drained the cup.
The incident happened so suddenly that the Second Elder was too stunned to react.
By the time Wei Zixi finished the wine, a thousand thoughts were already racing through the Elder’s mind.
Could it be that Ming Ji discovered something and is making a show of power to warn me?
The Second Elder steadied his uneven tone and carefully chose his words to probe, “Sect Leader, this is improper. The apprenticeship ceremony is only complete when the Master accepts the wine presented by the disciple. This… I fear this breaks the rules…”
“That is simple.” Wei Zixi acted like an innocent, guileless youth. With a flip of his hand, a white jade cup appeared in his palm out of thin air, filled with refreshing tea.
“Master cannot hold his liquor. In my hometown, we can substitute tea for wine. If Master does not mind…”
Before the words had even settled, Ming Ji covered his lips with his sleeve and drank the tea.
Seeming to favor this disciple greatly, his voice was gentle. “Naturally. From this day forth, you are my final disciple.”
Wei Zixi, who already admired this Master immensely, looked delighted. He turned his head, beaming, and asked the Second Elder, “Second Elder, does it count now?”
Presumably, if glares could turn into blades, the Second Elder would have riddled Wei Zixi with holes.
Just one step away…
The Second Elder thought of something and forcibly swallowed his anger.
After all, he still had to maintain appearances.
He could only force an extremely ugly smile and say reluctantly, “Naturally.”
Ming Ji nodded, his gaze falling upon Wei Zixi. His usually cold features revealed a rare trace of a smile.
“You know when to advance and when to retreat; you are neither arrogant nor rash.”
Seeing the expectant look in the other’s eyes, Ming Ji did not withhold his praise.
Perhaps because Wei Zixi was so overjoyed, resembling a tail-wagging puppy, Ming Ji found himself momentarily lost in thoughtāa rare occurrence.
If he had a tail, would this little disciple of mine wag it all the way to the heavens?
Terrified that their Master would forget them, Yan Shiman and Chu Yunduan, who had been watching from the sidelines, could no longer sit still.
Seeing Ming Ji intimate with someone else, the malicious desire in their eyes deepened; they wished they could lock their Master up right then and there.
Ming Ji looked over at the sound and saw Yan Shiman wearing a hypocritical smile.
“Although Junior Brother has been accepted by Master, Master has been in seclusion recently and still has sect affairs to handle. Why don’t you let us help Master…”
Chu Yunduan smiled subtly and said softly, “Yes, Master. If you are free today, why don’t you let Senior Brother and me come to your room to ‘share the burden’?”
He emphasized the words “share the burden,” the implication ambiguous yet suggestive.
Truly becoming more and more unruly.
Ming Ji caught the underlying meaning. Raising his eyes to coldly assess these two presumptuous, rebellious disciples, he couldn’t help but think this.
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