Chapter 138: The Master's Rules

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Seeing the three strongly oppose, Ye Fei’s curiosity grew even more. “Senior sisters, you’ve only spent a short time with Master, but I’ve been with him for over ten years! Logically, you should be more eager to see Master than I am. Why such a reaction?”

Bai Yaoyao immediately blocked the doorway, as if Ye Fei was about to leave at that moment. “No, you can’t go. Master said none of us are allowed to visit him on our own!”

This was puzzling. He was Ye Fei’s master. They say once a teacher, always a father. Moreover, Ye Fei had been raised by Master. Why wouldn’t he be allowed to see him?

Questions piled up in Ye Fei’s mind, making him start to doubt why that old man had even agreed to let him leave the mountain.

“The Master is not on the mountain recently. In any case, you can’t go looking for him,” the second senior sister said coldly before turning to go upstairs.

Ye Fei exchanged a glance with Zhou Danzhuang. Walking up to her, he asked in confusion, “Senior sister, you have to tell me why Master doesn’t want us to see him.”

When he left the mountain, the old man had clearly told him to return after discovering his true origins.

Zhou Danzhuang gave an awkward smile, unsure what to say, and merely said softly, “Well... Master has been wandering the four seas lately, very busy. You’d better not go.”

Hearing this, Ye Fei’s eyes rolled in disbelief. He looked at the ninth senior sister helplessly and said, “Senior sister, I’m an adult. Such evasive answers won’t work on me. Has my Master been beaten to death by the villagers or something?”

Given Master’s personality, not being beaten to death would be lucky. If he had been beaten to death by villagers, that would be understandable—but Master’s martial arts were profound and unfathomable. Ye Fei had trained for years and couldn’t even land a single move on him. How could he have been killed? At worst, he might be pretending.

“No way. Master sent a message a few days ago, saying if it’s not important, don’t come looking for him,” Zhou Danzhuang, who wasn’t good at lying, blushed slightly as she spoke.

This kind of contradictory team effort was best dealt with gently, so Ye Fei pretended to trust their words, shrugged, and said, “Alright, I’ll wait a while before making a move. I’m going to bed now.”

At ten o’clock that night, Ye Fei tiptoed to Bai Yaoyao’s room. Upon entering, a tender, pale back appeared before his eyes.

“Ah, who is it?” Bai Yaoyao calmly turned her head and smiled lightly. “Junior brother, what’s up? Did you come looking for me?”

Of course, he had something to talk about. Ye Fei smiled softly. “Senior sister, I’m going to see Master tonight. Please tell the other two senior sisters for me; I won’t bid farewell.”

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Bai Yaoyao’s expression changed instantly. She hadn’t even finished dressing and hurriedly stood in front of Ye Fei. “No, you can’t go!”

“Senior sister~ I’m not here to cause trouble. I just don’t want to stay here anymore. I want to continue living with Master. We’ll meet again if fate allows.”

Bai Yaoyao gripped Ye Fei’s arm tightly, her face pale. “No, you can’t go. This is a huge taboo for us!”

Ye Fei was even more confused. The old man had taken them as disciples back then, but why were the rules so different from his own? Even if there were different rules for men and women, this was like an ocean apart.

“Senior sister, if you don’t tell me, I’ll go back to the mountain right now,” Ye Fei began to act stubborn, looking like he was daring her to refuse.

Bai Yaoyao sighed helplessly. She peeked at the two senior sisters at the door, then stood beside Ye Fei and took a deep breath. “Master is not human.”

...What?!

Ye Fei almost popped his eyes out!

So the old man had taken them as disciples just to look after his male disciple? Such a crazy story was actually being told.

“Master is a celestial being. He said that if a male junior brother ever comes looking for you, that will be the moment I return to the heavens. Just remember—don’t let him find me.”

Bai Yaoyao spoke Master’s teachings with a solemn face, but Ye Fei couldn’t help but be amused. How could the old man still act like this? Didn’t he know to cherish the ladies?

Ye Fei’s disdain for the old man grew, even though he was his Master.

He decided to head back to the mountain that very night. Now that he had sword-riding flight, traveling overnight was even more convenient than having a flying carpet.

“Ah—so that’s it. I just found out today that my Master is a celestial being. Honestly, I’m quite moved. I need to go back to my room and digest this. Senior sister, you should get some sleep.” Ye Fei patted his chest hard, suppressing laughter as he left Bai Yaoyao’s room.

Back in his own room, Ye Fei couldn’t help but laugh. The old man really knew how to inflate his own reputation, calling himself a celestial being. He was just an old spirit brimming with aura.

Yet some of Master’s behaviors were truly inexplicable. Ye Fei furrowed his brow again—these seemed like acts of a celestial being.

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For example, Master always kept to himself, forgetting friends, parents, siblings, not even having a confidant.

In Ye Fei’s memory, Master had always been like this—white-haired, unchanged in appearance.

Master’s demeanor was always like that of the celestial messenger Tai Bai Venus.

“Could it be that the old man really is a celestial being?” When he said this, his heart immediately started to argue with itself. “Impossible. It’s just that his aura is stronger than ordinary people’s.”

Determined to find out, Ye Fei resolved to return to the mountain and show Master his recent progress in aura cultivation.

His left hand turned gently, and the aura in his palm began to surge out. A blue flame lightly lifted him up, and in an instant, he vanished from the room.

The mountain—that was the place where Ye Fei had grown up, deep within Ghost Valley. Even riding a carriage, it would take a month to get there. No one even knew if such a small mountain village existed on the map of Huaxia.

When Ye Fei arrived at the village entrance, the scattered flickers of firelight warmed his heart.

This was truly home.

He walked step by step to the small courtyard, but no faint light shone through. Master was usually inside, drinking with peanuts, so why was he asleep so early?

Ye Fei shrugged, feeling a bit sulky. He had struggled to come back, yet the old man went to bed earlier than anyone else—not treating his only disciple seriously at all.

“Master?” He gently pushed open the door. The room was pitch dark; he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face. Turning on his phone’s flashlight, the faint light revealed everything inside.

“Damn! How could the old man be such a spendthrift? I was gone only a few days, and all the furniture in the house has been sold off?”