Chapter 144: Only the Little Martial Uncle Can Defeat the Little Martial Uncle

Upon hearing that his grandmaster would not stay in the sect for long, Li Changshou felt a slight disappointment in his heart.

He had originally planned to involve his grandmaster in constructing the array formations, to acquire more treasures for Xiaoqiong Peak... or so he thought...

Cough, but these things weren't really important.

If his grandmaster was just returning for a visit and staying for a few days, Xiaoqiong Peak could still maintain its previous stability and peace, which wasn't such a bad thing.

Li Changshou had already thought this through. After Jiang Lin'er finished her "entrustment," he spoke up:

“Grandmaster, there are two matters that I have hidden from my master, but I must report them to you.”

“What could be so serious that you hide it from your master, yet must tell me?”

Jiang Lin'er looked him up and down, but naturally saw nothing unusual.

Having spent years fighting outside, she had developed a sharp intuition.

At that moment, her intuition told her that among her three disciples and grand-disciples, this Return to Way realm grand-disciple, whom she was meeting for the first time, was far more reliable than her second disciple...

Li Changshou deliberately showed a hint of helplessness and replied:

“My master is prone to emotional outbursts, so I had to hide it from her. But you, Grandmaster, must have a very resilient spirit and wouldn't act impulsively in a moment of regret.”

Jiang Lin'er's fingers trembled slightly, and she immediately asked, “Could it be... that your grand-uncle has met with an accident?”

She was indeed sharp-minded;

This would make it much easier for him to explain the rest.

Li Changshou sighed: “Back then, when Grand-uncle Wang Jiangyu went to the North Continent to gather herbs, he was injured by a poisonous beast. The sect's attendants couldn't arrive in time, and he passed away more than eight hundred years ago, reincarnating into the cycle of rebirth.”

Jiang Lin'er closed her eyes, her breath trembling for a moment before she exhaled deeply.

“Was this also related to Xianlin Peak?”

“Grand-uncle Wang Jiangyu was searching for a treasure to repair my master's Dao foundation. The root cause was that Kuai Sidao of Xianlin Peak acted on his lustful desires, so yes, it was related.”

Jiang Lin'er's left hand clenched into a fist, and her White Tiger Fierce Soul Saber let out a low roar.

“Do you know how that Kuai Sidao died? Killed by an external enemy—truly, that was too easy for him!”

Li Changshou pondered for a bit, then gazed at Jiang Lin'er. Once her emotions had stabilized, he sent a voice transmission:

“This is the second matter I need to report. I once had a dream where I coincidentally saw...

It seemed to be at a market town on the border of Beijulu Continent. Kuai Sidao discovered someone impersonating him and chased after them.

Kuai Sidao was ruthless and tried to kill the impersonator, but the person used a poisonous pill to knock him out.

Then, the person took Kuai Sidao to a valley, destroyed his Dao foundation with a poisonous pill, and used a lightning array to simulate the Immortal Heavenly Tribulation, blasting his body and scattering his soul.

Afterward, that person took on Kuai Sidao's form and entered Beijulu Continent, vanishing without a trace.

That's where my dream ended.”

“Good!” Jiang Lin'er gritted her teeth and cursed, “Anything less wouldn't satisfy the hatred in my heart!”

Then, Jiang Lin'er closed her eyes and focused, her aura gradually returning to calm.

When she opened her eyes again, her face couldn't help but look a bit dim. She sat in the armchair, lost in thought.

Li Changshou didn't say much, just quietly waited beside her.

Jiang Lin'er adjusted her emotions quickly. She said softly:

“Later, I'll search through the Five Great Continents and the Three Thousand Worlds, spending the rest of my life to find your grand-uncle's reincarnated soul.”

“Grandmaster, perhaps it's a good idea to go to the underworld as a disciple of Renjiao, bringing some gifts to ask the ghost messengers.”

Li Changshou shook his head and sighed: “If my cultivation weren't so low, preventing me from entering the underworld through the city god temples in the mortal world, I would definitely try that.”

“Right! Why didn't I think of that...

Hmm?”

Jiang Lin'er looked at Li Changshou with a touch of suspicion.

Li Changshou sighed inwardly; this grandmaster was indeed not easy to deceive.

But it didn't matter—he was already prepared to act at any moment and subdue her if needed.

Li Changshou met her gaze openly, without any guilt.

Jiang Lin'er murmured: “It seems my second disciple has taken on an extraordinary student.”

“My junior sister Ling'e does have outstanding talent,” Li Changshou said. “Today, seeing your heroic demeanor, Grandmaster, fills me with admiration.

But Grandmaster, please don't spread what I saw in my dream.”

Jiang Lin'er said indifferently: “Do you think I'm that careless?

You... how did that person in your dream accomplish it?”

“That's something I don't know.”

“Don't know? Well, maybe it's better that way,” Jiang Lin'er nodded slowly. “I can see you've taken good care of my second disciple. Thank you for that.”

Li Changshou bowed in salute: “I misspoke earlier, Grandmaster, please don't hold it against me.”

“What's there to hold against? These years wandering outside, I've met all sorts of eccentrics and I've seen it all.

In the end, what happened to my second disciple is my fault for not being in the mountains to protect them, letting those two suffer such great wrongs...”

Jiang Lin'er looked down at her hands, then suddenly raised her hand!

Li Changshou instinctively stepped back, his left palm gripping a carving knife;

At the same time, dozens of array bases inside Xiaoqiong Peak lit up, and the paper effigy in his sleeve had already uncorked a porcelain bottle, ready to release the potion at any moment!

But...

Jiang Lin'er just raised her hand and slapped herself across the face.

Li Changshou: ...

Grandmaster, your sudden movements could easily cause trouble.

Soon after, Jiang Lin'er's cheek swelled up, blood trickling from her lips, and tears glimmered in her eyes, but she quickly sniffed and held them back.

She stood up and said: “I'll go to the underworld right now.”

“Grandmaster, there's no need to rush,” Li Changshou said quickly. “You've just returned to the sect, you should spend more time with my master!

I've been hiding this from her all along and even used some tricks to deceive her, saying that Grand-uncle didn't want to see her. She's been quite heartbroken about it...”

“True, this doesn't need to be rushed—I've lost my composure a bit.”

Jiang Lin'er sat back in the chair and waved her hand to smooth the swelling on her cheek.

Then, she thought of something else and looked at Li Changshou, forcing a strained smile.

“Are you... a reincarnated expert?”

Li Changshou said seriously: “I was taken in by my master as a child and have always followed him in cultivation. You can ask him about that.”

Jiang Lin'er asked again: “Today, why did Elder Wan Linjun protect me? I have no connections with that elder.”

“I received a few poison scriptures from Elder Wan Linjun, and I often visit him. He thinks highly of me.”

Not a drop leaked.

Jiang Lin'er pondered briefly and smiled bitterly: “With you by my second disciple's side, I won't worry much anymore.

You're Li Changshou, right?”

“I am here.”

“Do you want anything?”

Li Changshou shook his head and instead took out a treasure pouch from his sleeve, using immortal power to hand it over.

Inside were various healing pills, essence-stabilizing elixirs, and recovery immortals, along with two spirit pills that could stabilize severe injuries.

“This is a small token of respect from me—all obtained from Elder Wan Linjun. Please accept it, Grandmaster, and keep it quiet.”

Jiang Lin'er took the treasure pouch and scanned it with her immortal sense, then her mouth twitched.

Li Changshou said: “Grandmaster, you've been wandering outside—take good care of yourself.”

“You...”

Jiang Lin'er was both amused and exasperated.

She suddenly realized that the spirit stones, treasures, and pills in the two ring-type storage treasures she had given earlier were worth far less than even a third of the elixirs in this pouch...

Moreover, life-saving spirit pills were incredibly precious for someone like her, who had just broken through and often lived on the edge of danger as a Tianxian.

Thick-skinned, Jiang Lin'er put the pouch away, though she felt a bit awkward.

So, she stood up, patted her chest, making her armor clang, and said firmly:

“I, Jiang Lin'er, have made a friend in you!”

“Grandmaster, I'm your grand-disciple.”

Jiang Lin'er said wistfully: “We can be friends in private—just don't make me feel so useless.”

Li Changshou: ...

“As long as you're happy. Please, Grandmaster, while you're on the peak, offer some guidance to my master.”

“Don't worry. I was only planning to stay in the mountains for three days, but for your sake... I'll stay ten days or half a month before going back.”

Li Changshou had wanted to ask more about the Three Thousand Worlds, but after thinking it over, he decided to say nothing.

Asking too much could easily entangle him in karma.

Soon, Jiang Lin'er and Li Changshou finished their conversation. She dispelled the array, opened the wooden door, and let the others come in.

Jiang Lin'er's emotions had recovered, and she didn't mention the two matters Li Changshou had brought up. She scolded Qi Yuan for being useless and then started praising Ling'e's talent.

The others looked at Li Changshou suspiciously, and Qi Yuan even pulled him aside to ask what he had discussed with their grandmaster.

Li Changshou had his story ready: he just said that their grandmaster had admonished him and given him some benefits, telling him to protect Xiaoqiong Peak well in the future.

Qi Yuan... believed it.

On Xianlin Peak, the atmosphere was filled with discontent after the bloodshed today;

But on Xiaoqiong Peak, it was lively as they started fires for cooking.

By the stove, Li Changshou and Lan Ling'e exchanged a glance, each showing a slight smile, and worked together with Youqin Xuanya.

However, Youqin Xuanya was in charge of tasting the dishes and didn't dare handle the other tasks.

Ling'e found a chance to whisper: “Senior Brother, is it settled?”

Li Changshou smirked and sent a voice transmission: “Not entirely stable yet. While Grandmaster is on the peak, you should stay by her side and attend to her.”

“Okay,” Ling'e agreed and continued with her tasks.

That evening, a feast was set up in the thatched hut.

Besides the Three Immortals of Wine, no other guests came to disturb them today.

Li Changshou sent another voice transmission to Jiu Wu, and Jiu Wu gave him a reassuring look;

Jiu Wu was afraid of loose lips when drunk, so he drank sparingly.

Jiang Lin'er didn't hold back either, and after three cups, she showed the rare boldness of a qi refiner;

She took off her armor, wearing only a rough cloth top with a tightly wrapped chest cloth underneath.

Li Changshou, with an academic mindset, glanced a few times—it really seemed... there was no curve...

As a result, Ling'e felt even closer to their grandmaster, while Jiang Lin'er gradually built up her anger toward Xiaojiu Jiu, challenging her to a drinking contest.

But...

Jiu Jiu was from the Potian Peak lineage, the closed-door disciple of Master Wangqing. She had swum in wine vats since childhood and had never stopped drinking for a thousand years of cultivation—her tolerance was beyond measure!

Before long, Jiang Lin'er was a bit tipsy, while Jiu Jiu smacked her lips, just getting started...

Qi Yuan asked: “Master, how have you been these past thousand years outside?”

“It's been alright.”

Jiang Lin'er's expression was a mix of joy, bitterness, and mostly nostalgia;

She patted Qi Yuan's shoulder and said calmly:

“As a master, I've made quite a few dubious friends, and you've gained some big bosses and aunties outside, but don't worry—I won't let them come to the sect and take advantage of you.”

Qi Yuan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Jiang Lin'er sighed softly, stretched, and said:

“Being able to see you today means I've had some good luck, turning my fortunes around.

Originally, I had given up any hope of breaking through to Tianxian. A few years ago, I was ambushed and severely injured, on the brink of death, when a sudden flash of insight allowed me to break through.

Truly, all my luck from these thousand years went into that breakthrough.

I have a friend who's skilled in divination, and afterward, he did a reading for me, saying I had received help from a noble person in the shadows, elevating my destiny...”

As she spoke, Jiang Lin'er looked at Li Changshou, chuckled, and said meaningfully:

“Now, I think I understand a bit.”

The short Daoist Jiu Wu laughed: “Talk of destiny is always a bit vague.”

“That's because you, Little Five, don't know how to read auras,” Jiang Lin'er retorted unhappily, and Jiu Wu just smiled along.

Jiang Lin'er's face was flushed, and she suddenly asked: “Has your master found a Dao companion in these thousand years?”

“Of course not,” Jiu Jiu replied. “My master is titled Wangqing, so he naturally wouldn't stir emotions.”

“Wouldn't stir emotions?” Jiang Lin'er snorted. “He changed that title himself back then—don't believe me, go ask...

But anyway.”

Jiang Lin'er stood up unsteadily, swayed, and appeared behind Jiu Jiu, looking down at her.

“I get it, but why can you be so... hiss...”

Jiu Jiu felt inexplicably uneasy, and memories she had buried with drunkenness surfaced quietly.

A thousand years ago, she seemed to have been... frequently...

Jiu Jiu shivered and tried to stand up to dodge, but Jiang Lin'er pressed her down, and she couldn't move.

“Jiang, Jiang Shishu, don't mess around! I'm over a thousand years old!”

“A thousand years old is impressive? I entered the sect at the same time as your master, you little brat!

Let this shishu check you out—you must be hiding some sinful secrets!”

“Ah! Changshou, do something about your grandmaster!”

“Hehehehe... I'm the biggest one here now, and your master isn't coming, so what do I have to fear?”

Beside them, Ling'e, Li Changshou, and Youqin Xuanya suddenly realized.

It seemed Jiu Jiu's occasional unrestrained behavior had found its source...

Yet, even in the midst of the fun, Li Changshou still maintained his habit of monitoring Xianlin Peak.

From the reactions over there, it looked like there would be some trouble to handle later.