The Ancestor of our Sect Isn't Acting like an Elder Chapter 79 – Dit Da Jow [1]

Chapter 79 – Dit Da Jow [1]

The beating has already lasted for a quarter of an hour.

Unable to fight back, Xue Qilin is covered in bruises and dirt, cutting an extremely sorry figure.

Despite this, Situ Mutou has no intentions of stopping.

Until…

“Huh?”

Suddenly, Situ Mutou stopped and looked away.

Seeing this gap, Xue Qilin didn't counterattack. Instead, she dropped her long sword and collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

Appearance and dignity? Who cares about that! The pain coming from her swollen body made her not care about why Situ Mutou suddenly stopped.

“She practiced bladework.”

Feeling that the ground is extremely comfortable, Xue Qilin has no intention of replying.

Although there was no response, but Situ Mutou still said: “This bladework… Young Ancestor, what is the origin of your companion?”

My companion? Xue Qilin finally reacted.

She rolled over and lied with the stomach on the ground, and then followed Situ Mutou's gaze.

What appeared in her field of view is water-colored hair flying in the air.

“You mean Little Yun?”

Xue Qilin asked weekly. Situ Mutou pointed with a straight face.

“The one who has white hair tinged with blue.”

“That's Little Yun… what's wrong with her?”

“Has she practiced bladework?”

“How would I know?”

Xue Qilin doesn't like to look into the past of others. She can be said to be ignorant regarding Shui Yuner's past. Naturally, she doesn't know whether the other party practiced bladework or not.

“She has been taught prior to joining the temple, so it's not at all surprising that she knows some bladework, right?”

“That's not ordinary bladework.”

“What do you mean?”

Is there something strange about it? Xue Qilin raised her eyebrows.

There was a bright flash in his eyes, and Situ Mutou made an assertion with a tone of certainty, “That's a special Hengdao [2] bladework.”

Hengdao is an epitome of cold weapons comparable to scimitar and Katana [3].

Is it the same Hengdao? Xue Qilin's face brightened.

“Hengdao? With a blade as straight as a pen?”

Situ Mutou nodded and answered “yes” in agreement.

It really is! Xue Qilin stretched her neck and raised her head with interest.

“Are there any in the Merak Temple? Can I have some to play?”

“We are a sword school.”

“Oh… so there aren't…”

Looking disappointed, Xue Qilin lowered her head and propped her chin on the ground.

“So? Even if she practiced Hengdao bladework, so what?”

“It doesn't matter.” Situ Mutou stopped, and then carried on: “But the shadow of bladework contained in her swordsmanship… it seems familiar.”

“It seems familiar?”

Situ Mutou nodded.

“It's the shadow of Royal Bladework.” He said in an oppressive tone.

Royal? Imperial Court? Xue Qilin is shocked slightly.

“You mean that Little Yun may be related to royalty?” After clearing her mind, Xue Qilin asked, hesitant.

However, Situ Mutou showed a look of surprise.

“Young Ancestor, what makes you think that?”

It took Xue Qilin half a beat to understand what the other party said.

“Then why did you mention that it has the shadow of Royal Bladework!”

“Because I haven't seen it in a long time.”

Xue Qilin almost spat out blood when she heard this answer.

She jumped up suddenly and wanted to punch that innocent-looking square face of Situ Mutou.

Perhaps the action was too violent, so it affected her injuries, and tears welled up in the lass's eyes.

“Ow! It hurts!”

Xue Qilin lay back on the ground, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds.

Today is a nice day, yet she is dejected.

“Mutou, come on… kill me.”

Even an Heaven Realm master can lose to an Earth Realm expert, Xue Qilin suddenly understood this truth.

“Oh … stop, stop, stop! Take it easy… you said you will be gentle… it hurts, it hurts, its hurts – ah! Yamete [4]! I don't…”

“Why are you shouting!”

Xue Qilin who was venting her pain with a loud hissing sound was suddenly slapped on the back of the head.

The powerful impact made her head knock into a soft pillow.

A scent of flowers scurried into her nose.

Xue Qilin couldn't help but hug the red pillow and rub her face with joy.

She is lying on the bed of the Merak Temple's Temple Master, her fine back bare.

Although she can't see it, but the lass knows that there must be whip marks all over her back.

Those were left by Situ Mutou in the morning during their spar.

“Nothing good can come out from a scoundrel's mouth!”

A dissatisfied voice came from behind.

“I can't even scream from pain?”

Xue Qilin turned her head slightly and looked out from the pillow.

“Little Seven, do you think you're being reasonable…”

Qi Qiqi is sitting by the bed.

Her right sleeve is rolled up and her porcelain hands are glistening with something.

“Do you even hear yourself when you scream? Someone who doesn't know what's happening might think that… that I am…”

The voice got lower and lower, while the face got redder and redder.

The red eyes are shifting left and right.

What a thin-skinned gal! Xue Qilin smiled playfully.

“What do you mean? Let me hear it.”

“You wretch!”

Pow! Qi Qiqi slapped Xue Qilin's back mercilessly.

“Owwwwwwww… you hit me! I was almost beaten to death by Situ Mutou! Yet you not only take no pity on me, but even hit me when I'm down… ”

Xue Qilin's face twisted in pain.

“Augh! It hurts!”

“It's you fault for acting indecent.”

Enerved, Qi Qiqi crossed her arms, but then hurriedly released her hands.

Just now, she rubbed medicine on the lass's wound, so her hands are still dirty. She must have remembered this, and thus reacted this way.

Qi Qiqi looked down at her dress and noticed stains. Looking at Xue Qilin and her clothes alternatively, she bit her white teeth hard.

“I'm so mad now! It's all your fault!”

“You can't blame me for this!”

Xue Qilin is baffled by the outburst.

“If you hadn't angered me, this wouldn't have happened!”

“Everyone, come take a look at how unreasonable the Merak Temple's Temple Master is!”

“Stop, stop shouting!”

Looking at Qi Qiqi who is at a loss of what to do, Xue Qilin doesn't know whether to cry or laugh.

“… What are you panicking, there's no one else around.”

“Uncle Teacher Ye might hear you…”

Qi Qiqi replied, discontent. Xue Qilin's expression stiffened.

“No way?”

“Uncle Teacher Ye is still dealing with official documents in the study… His ears are particularly sharp. Besides, he's a Heaven Realm master…”

The Snow Facing Abode and the study are not far away from each other. With his Heaven Realm hearing ability, he may really able to hear them.

“He wouldn't be this perverse, right?”

“Uncle Teacher Ye of course won't eavesdrop deliberately.”

Qi Qiqi is adamant. She seems to be convinced by Ye Zhen's character.

“Then what are you afraid of?”

“Better be safe than sorry…”

“You're a classical case of someone afraid of the sky falling.”

Xue Qilin took exception to Qi Qiqi's statement.

“Rather than worry about this, you should treat my wounds. I still have to go back to outer temple.”

“Then lie down properly.”

Qi Qiqi slapped Xue Qilin on the buttocks.

Xue Qilin responded with an 'oh', and then adjusted her posture and buried her head in the pillow again.

The fragrance poured into her nose again, and the lass couldn't help but take a big sniff. That's the scent of Qi Qiqi's hair, and it smells very good.

There is a warm sensation moving on her back.

The place where Qi Qiqi rubs is getting hotter. The Dit Da Jow seems to be working.

Xue Qilin groaned comfortably.

“Anyhow, is Little Zong [5] still doing that thing to you?” The lass asked. With her head buried in the pillow, her voice sounded particularly indistinct.

“How annoying. What do you mean by 'doing that thing to you'… This way of speaking can easily lead to misunderstandings.”

“Hey, it's already clear enough, or do you need me to spell it out?”

“I really don't know what to do with you…”

Qi Qiqi sighed helplessly.

“Uncle Teacher Liu [6] isn't bothering me anymore…”

Then Qi Qiqi said, “But.”

“But what?”

“Um… Uncle Teacher Liu recently seems to be …” Perhaps she doesn't know whether she should say it or not, but her tone became that of hesitation: “Checking someone…”

“How do you know he is investigating someone?”

“That's not the point! It's something Uncle Teacher Ye [7] overheard.”

Xue Qilin turned her head, narrowed her eyes, and stared at Qi Qiqi. Qi Qiqi's face puckered.

“… What's with that look of contempt…”

“No, I just remembered someone saying that Little Zhen [8] wouldn't eavesdrop…”

“How is this the same? Uncle Teacher Ye just happened to overhear it. He didn't eavesdrop… ”

Xue Qilin propped her head up, not caring whether she exposed part of her body or not. She spoke with an enigmatic smile: “Yo yo yo, weren't you at odds with Little Zhen before? So how come you are on good terms now? And you even defend him.”

“That's not it!” Qi Qiqi pouted and continued, dissatisfied: “Why do you sound so sour?”

Sour? Xue Qilin's eyes widened.

Why does Little Seven think that I sound sour? Slow down… am I jealous? This thought has just popped up in her head, when Xue Qilin tossed it away.

That's impossible! What am I thinking!

“Okay, let's not talk about this anymore.” Xue Qilin decided to return to the topic, “So who is Little Zhong checking?”

Qi Qiqi was silent.

After a long time…

“Shui Yuner.”

A name escaped her full lips.

The name of the water-colored girl.

Chapter end