The Ancestor of our Sect Isn't Acting like…

After a moment, Xue Qilin finally understood what Xia Xue meant.

If it’s a joke, then it’s going overboard! The lass first raised her eyebrows in dissatisfaction, but then plastered a natural smile on her face in the next moment.

“I have something to talk about with Elder Xia.” She said to Shui Yuner and them.

Then, the dissatisfied Xue Qilin pulled Xia Xue who has an expression of approvals on her face to a corner. While peeping from the corner of her eye at Shui Yuner and company standing aside clueless, she creased her eyebrows and asked in a low voice, “What the hell are you doing! Is this the surprise you have mentioned?” Her tone contains a bit of condemnation.

“No.”

Xia Xue adopted a fearless attitude in the face of the other party’s questioning.

“Your shoddy kung fu is only good for stepping on ants.”

By ants, is she referring to the team of captors? Xue Qilin felt funny.

Playing with her hair, Xia Xue looked askance at the lass: “What, you think that your kung fu is presentable?”

This isn’t sarcasm, but a real question. Xia Xue is serious.

As a result, Xue Qilin has to deal with it seriously.

Is my kung fu really as bad as Little Xue claims?

The lass tried to think back and seek answers.

Since coming “here”, she has been in danger several times because of her poor close combat ability.

… The answer is obvious.

“Ah, that’s indeed the case…” The lass sighed. She can’t deny the fact that her kung fu is lacking.

However, what does this have to do with becoming an outer temple disciple?

Xue Qilin contemplated.

Presumably, she wants me to pretend to be a new disciple and practice close combat kung fu in outer temple. The lass came to this a conclusion regarding Xia Xue’s intentions.

“But I’m of the ancestor generation, is it proper for me to sneak into outer temple as a semi-disciple? What if I’m recognized?”

Xia Xue made a sound with her nose that resembles a “hmph”.

“Ancestor generation?”

“… What’s with the look of contempt?”

The girl raised a corner of her mouth, “It’s nothing.”

“…”

She must think that I don’t look like an ancestor! Xue Qilin understood without thinking.

However, she doesn’t care.

“In short, this won’t do…” Xue Qilin shook her head repeatedly.

“Why?” Xia Xue has a look of amusement on her face, “You don’t think that there are many people in outer temple who’ll recognize you, do you?”

“Ah?”

Isn’t it the case? Xue Qilin blinked her eyes, her face filled with doubt.

“Can you be anymore infuriating?” Xia Xue sighed, “You have never been to outer temple, so few people in outer temple have seen you.”

“Really…”

“Let alone outer temple, not even everyone in inner temple will recognize you.”

“Oh?” As if someone has punched her, Xue Qilin became stunned.

“It isn’t that bad, is it?”

If even people in inner temple can’t recognize me, then am I not a failure as an ancestor? Xue Qilin felt frustrated.

However, she didn’t complain.

If I have to blame someone then I should blame myself for not having the awareness of a senior – Xue Qilin thought helplessly.

Incidentally, Qi Qiqi once proposed to hold a banquet to celebrate the end of Xue Qilin’s seclusion. It was an opportunity for everyone in Merak Temple to meet the Young Ancestor who has just come out of seclusion. But Xue Qilin felt too lazy for it, and thus rejected the proposal. Helpless against Xue Qilin, Qi Qiqi had no choice but to drop it.

“What about Little Seven?”

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Xia Xue issued a laugh of confidence and disdain, “That’s not worth mentioning.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s really easy to persuade people like Younger Sister Temple Master who are hard outside, yet soft inside.”

“How?”

Xia Xue closed one eye and narrowed slightly the other, which is filled with amusement, “As long as you let her think that you are right and make sense, then even if she is unwilling in her heart, she will still clench her teeth and agree.”

Does this have anything to do with hard outside, yet soft inside? In an instant, a thought of complaining flashed past Xue Qilin’s mind.

However, compared to complaining, she cared more about Xia Xue’s analysis of Qi Qiqi.

“Yo yo yo, so that’s how it is!”

As if she wants to carve Xia Xue’s words deep in her brain, Xue Qilin tried her best to keep them in mind.

Is it possible to use this trick to deal with Little Seven in the future? The lass schemed, up to no good.

“No more question, right?”

Xue Qilin’s no good thoughts were interrupted.

The implication of the other party’s words is probably that if there are no questions, then it’s settled.

“Do I really have to do this?” Xue Qilin hesitated.

“I don’t like to force others.” Xia Xue looked at a wall, unperturbed. “That’s boring. I prefer to reason with people.”

It’s just shameless boasting!

If you have any semblance of someone who likes to reason with people, then I’ll eat my shoes – the moment she wanted to say those words, Xue Qilin pushed them down.

“Oh, right, there’s still another advantage – you can deepen your relationship with your dream girl Shui Yuner. After all, you’ll be practically living together.”

“Oh…”

Xue Qilin’s ears shook in response to the words “deepen your relationship”.

Obviously, she was shaken.

At this moment, Xia Xue’s expression seems to convey – almost reeled in.

“So, how about it?”

Then came a brief silence.

Xue Qilin fell into a state of struggle – what do I do? Do I agree?

As her eyes drifted meaninglessly, she found that Xia Xue is staring at her, silently urging her to hurry up and make a decision.

In fact, she is inclined to agree to it. Firstly, she usually has nothing to do, so practicing kung fu is a form of killing time, and she is somewhat interested learning proper kung fu. Secondly, she may indeed deepen her relationship with Shui Yuner.

However, there is something bugging her.

Will Little Seven be angry? Will she allow?

If she doesn’t get an answer, the lass will just feel torn inside.

Therefore…

“Let’s ask Little Seven first.” Xue Qilin said, slightly embarrassed, “If she says yes, then I will…”

“Oh…” Xia Xue deliberately lengthened the sound, “When all is said and done, you’re still afraid of Younger Sister Temple Master?”

“That…” Xue Qilin wanted to deny it, but then felt that the other party has already seen through her, and uttered submissively, “Yeah… so I have to ask… ha-ha!”

“I think it’s almost time.” Xia Xue suddenly stood up straight and looked out the door.

Time for what? Confused, Xue Qilin was about to ask, when…

“Meow…!”

A cat’s meowing sounded.

Xue Qilin looked in the direction of the sound and saw a white figure rush in through the door and pounce at her.

“Eat my lo…” Xue Qilin wanted to kick the attacker instinctively. But in the nick of time, she saw the white figure clearly and stopped her action hurriedly.

With two tails resembling meteors trailing behind it, a white cat rotated three and a half times in the air.

Plop!

Xue Qilin felt a weight on her head. It landed on her head accurately.

“White Dragon!” The lass exclaimed in surprise. She didn’t expect to see the martial beast raised by Qi Qiqi here.

Ever since Luo Qing “left”, White Dragon became fond of sticking to Xue Qilin. According to Qi Qiqi, this is because the lass has a natural aura about her that martial beasts and animals particularly like – it’s the same with the squirrel they encountered when going up the mountain just now.

But how did White Dragon know that I’m back? Did it smell my scent? From Middle Peak?

Impossible! Her intuition told the lass so.

In this case, that can only mean…

“You’re finally willing to come back!” A shout came from outside.

Xue Qilin shook all over. She is familiar with that voice.

It’s Qi Qiqi’s voice.