Chapter 3: I Really Want to Make Master Cry…
“Well said.” Ming Ji rested the pad of his finger against his chin. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the delight in Wei Zixi’s gaze dimming.
Deliberately pausing, he shifted his line of sight to land on the two rebellious disciples.
Under their expectant expressions, a faint, almost imperceptible smile spread across the corners of his mouth.
—It was a smile mocking their overestimation of themselves.
Yan Shiman and Chu Yunduan failed to grasp the true meaning behind this; they merely felt their breathing grow ragged.
Over the past two years, they had seen Ming Ji smile seductively many times, yet none were as intriguing as seeing this icy snow lotus melt before them now.
I really want to take Master right here…
To make this beautiful Master’s eyes brim with tears, to make him shake his head helplessly and beg.
Their desires magnified, and coincidentally, both their minds drifted toward the most vile and depraved thoughts.
Yet, regardless of what they thought, Ming Ji remained indifferent, as calm as a spectator.
He simply tapped his fingertip lightly against the armrest, and a tyrannical spiritual power surged through the Great Hall, crushing down on everyone until they could barely breathe.
Ming Ji spoke, enunciating every word clearly: “So, do you simply hold no regard for me, your Master and Sect Leader?”
This cultivation level…
The Second Elder’s heart lurched in shock. trembling, he reached out a sleeve to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead; his back was already completely soaked.
The others in the hall were also instantly sobered by this oppressive spiritual force. They couldn’t help but lament their momentary confusion—how dared they harbor delusional thoughts about the High Mountain Flower, their Sect Leader?
Sweat trickled down everyone’s cheeks, their hearts pounding in nervous terror.
Take Wei Zixi, for example.
It was strange to say, but while the Second Elder—who was at the peak of the Golden Core stage—was forced to kneel on one knee, Wei Zixi, who was merely in the early Foundation Establishment stage, stood firmly, seemingly unaffected.
Could it be that Ming Ji can effortlessly suppress a peak Golden Core cultivator while applying different levels of pressure to everyone else?
At the very least… he must be at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul!
Late-stage Nascent Soul is also possible.
The Second Elder concealed his unwillingness, though he was also confused.
Wasn’t Ming Ji seriously injured and reduced to only Golden Core cultivation?
At that time, he had indeed suffered severe trauma, but to stabilize the sect, the news had been concealed from the outside world.
Only the senior Inner Sect Elders and the personal disciples knew.
He had always trusted his disciples, so they were the ones who cared for him during his seclusion.
He hadn’t known that this trust would transform into a fatal blow, subjecting the unconscious Ming Ji to humiliation.
Yan Shiman and Chu Yunduan, feeling the powerful oppression of his cultivation, gritted their teeth in frustration, though their eyes remained filled with a look of inevitable conquest.
They had planned for so long to obtain Ming Ji; how could they be resigned to being alienated like this now?
Besides, it was clearly Ming Ji who had seduced them first.
In the beginning, they had cared for him meticulously, looking up to Ming Ji as if he were the moon in the sky.
But they hadn’t expected that when their beloved Master emerged from seclusion, he would be full of smiles the moment he saw them, constantly initiating contact and breathing softly into their ears.
So, the High Mountain Flower Master is actually like this in private?
Thinking this, the two who originally thought they would have to hide their feelings forever decided not to conceal them anymore, boldly revealing their intentions.
Ming Ji not only showed no resistance but also played hard to get, his eyes misty as he stared straight at them.
This situation only fueled their arrogance, and their words became increasingly loose and frivolous.
After all, what they liked was the ice-clear and jade-pure Master of the past.
Now that Ming Ji would press up against them with just a crook of a finger, there was no need to cherish him like the unattainable moon anymore.
With the people below harboring various thoughts, Ming Ji swept a general glance over them before retracting his spiritual pressure.
Unlike his previous cold arrogance, he softened his voice for Wei Zixi. “Zixi, come with me. The rest of you, go back and cultivate.”
Yan Shiman’s temperament was not steady; seeing the prey at his lips about to fly away, he spoke up first. “Master, what about me…”
“Return to your own courtyard and cultivate.”
Ming Ji paid no heed to his dark expression, looking instead at Wei Zixi, who was standing in a daze. “Zixi, follow me.”
Wei Zixi clearly hadn’t reacted yet, standing blankly in place for a moment.
“Why aren’t you coming over?”
Master isn’t distancing himself from me?
To be close to Ming Ji now was as lucky as a pie falling from the sky. Once Wei Zixi snapped out of it, he immediately beamed with joy and followed.
Leaving behind his two senior brothers, grinding their teeth in anger with faces as black as thunder.
Along the way, Ming Ji didn’t speak. Sensing his foul mood, Wei Zixi obediently followed him to his residence.
After pushing open the door, Ming Ji sat on the yellow rosewood armchair, his gaze slowly shifting to the teapot.
“Zixi, pour tea for me.”
“Yes.” Wei Zixi reacted quickly, deftly pouring a cup of tea for Ming Ji and handing it to him.
“Master, please have some tea.”
Ming Ji took a symbolic sip but remained silent for a long time.
Wei Zixi: o.O
Ming Ji placed the teacup on the table. After observing this little disciple he hadn’t seen in a long time without batting an eyelid, his face revealed a gentle concern. “How has your cultivation been recently?”
Wei Zixi was naturally delighted that Ming Ji cared about him, the smile on his lips never fading.
“Replying to Master, this disciple just broke through to Foundation Establishment a few days ago. My foundation is still a bit unstable and needs a few days to consolidate.”
“Not bad. Breaking through to Foundation Establishment before seventeen, and your temperament is steady.”
Ming Ji nodded with satisfaction. “In that case, consolidate your cultivation for now. At the end of the month, I will personally guide you.”
Wei Zixi’s eyes were full of longing, and fearing his Master would go back on his word, he nodded repeatedly.
“Thank you, Master!”
“You may withdraw.” Amused by the youth whose emotions were written all over his face, Ming Ji’s lips curled up slightly as he waved his hand to dismiss him.
Even after Wei Zixi had walked far away, Ming Ji cautiously used his spiritual power to scan the vicinity.
Finding no one nearby, he finally covered his lips with his hand, allowing fresh blood to flow through his fingers.
Ming Ji was not surprised.
Just moments ago, he had forcibly utilized the cultivation of a Nascent Soul, suffering a backlash from the spiritual power.
Fortunately, he hadn’t sustained it for too long, paying only a small price to fool everyone in the sect.
Ming Ji wiped the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief and sat in meditation to calm the chaotic spiritual energy within his body.
Ming Ji had still been negligent.
In a corner he hadn’t noticed, Wei Zixi withdrew his gaze with a look of profound meaning, possessing none of the innocent naivety he had shown just moments before.
His lips moved soundlessly.
Just you wait, Master.
What is owed to me, I will personally claim back.
It took Ming Ji a long time to circulate and calm his spiritual energy before he felt any improvement.
He slowly paced to the bronze mirror and briefly examined his face.
Thankfully, he didn’t look too haggard.
[System 10086 has bound to the protagonist shou, Ming Ji, of “The Aloof Master Was Beeped by the Entire Cultivation World.” It is hoped that the Host will rewrite his fate of becoming a cauldron and become the Number one Immortal Venerable of the Nine Heavens Continent.]
This mechanical voice suddenly surfaced in Ming Ji’s mind, the cold tone devoid of any emotion.
If this strange occurrence had happened to an ordinary person, they would surely have been scared out of their wits, or at the very least, would have dug to the bottom of it to clarify the situation.
Ming Ji was not an ordinary person.
He showed no abnormal reaction, maintaining a look of indifference as he continued to examine his face in the bronze mirror. Then, his expression sank, as if falling into a specific memory.
Ming Ji murmured unconsciously, “System…”
[Host, I am here.]
“So this is the System she spoke of.”
Ming Ji’s cold face never betrayed much emotion, but upon hearing the voice, he inexplicably uttered a sentence that seemed to come from nowhere.
Ming Ji did not answer the System’s implied question, remaining silent and wordless.
Although it was the System’s first time binding a host, it had heard from seniors that bound hosts were usually either excited, thinking they could be the protagonist, or terrified, thinking they had encountered a monster.
It had never encountered a host like this—someone completely unruffled, speaking words that left one in the fog.
But it was merely a machine made of iron, unable to comprehend complex human emotions. So, it didn’t want to think too much about it, simply following procedure to explain its origins.
Ming Ji listened in silence. It was a long while before he spoke. “You are saying that the place I live in is a book, and you are here to help me.”
[Yes. However, the System cannot accompany the Host most of the time; the Host must rely on himself to change his fate. I will now input the plot of this book for you.]
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