You Insult Me

“Honestly, I feel the same way. No matter how real this feels, it’s just a dream,” Qin Gou said softly, gently stroking Gu Feiyan’s silky hair. Smiling, he added, “When we’re back at the sect, we can be as close as we want. And when that time comes, I won’t let you off so easily.”

Gu Feiyan’s eyes shimmered with affection as she smiled sweetly. “Will you be as wild as last time?”

“Of course. We agreed on one hundred times, not one less,” Qin Gou said firmly.

“Scoundrel!” Gu Feiyan pretended to be angry, playfully hitting his chest. The two laughed and teased each other, their joy filling the dreamscape.

—

When Qin Gou awoke from the dream, the sound of crying pierced his ears, pulling him back to reality.

He followed the noise to Chen Keshua’s side room, where the chubby disciple lay on his bed, clutching his head and sobbing uncontrollably. Tears streamed down his face, his sorrow palpable.

“Fatty, what’s wrong?” Qin Gou asked, utterly baffled.

“Brother Qin!” Chen Keshua wailed. “You won’t believe what happened. Just now, one of the Mystic Maiden Palace sisters said the Palace Master wanted to see me. So I went… and now I can’t stop crying!”

“Why? What happened?” Qin Gou asked, even more confused.

“The Palace Master… she insulted me! She humiliated me! She threw my dignity to the ground and stomped on it! How can someone so beautiful have such a cold heart?” Chen Keshua sobbed.

—

Earlier.

Chen Keshua had been summoned by Yi Chengying, also known as Little Chair.

In the grand hall, Ye Qishuang stood with her hands behind her back, her gaze cold as she scrutinized the chubby disciple before her. Her brows furrowed as she asked sternly, “Are you Chen Keshua?”

Overwhelmed by her natural aura of authority, Chen Keshua didn’t dare breathe too loudly. “Yes, disciple Chen Keshua,” he stammered.

“You don’t look like it,” Ye Qishuang said, casting a doubtful glance at Yi Chengying.

Yi Chengying blinked innocently. She, too, had her doubts. How could the Heavenly Master have such a… robust figure? Of course, it could just be an exceptionally convincing disguise.

—

Chen Keshua, meanwhile, was in turmoil. What’s going on? Did I do something wrong? Did I accidentally offend the Palace Master? The thought terrified him. Ye Qishuang, a demonic sect leader, could decide life and death with a single word. If she wanted, she could obliterate his hometown with a flick of her finger.

Suddenly, her icy voice rang out like thunder, shaking him to his core.

“Kneel.”

Terrified, Chen Keshua dropped to his knees with a loud thud, his face filled with despair. It’s over. I’m done for.

—

But then, Ye Qishuang spoke again.

“Leave.”

Chen Keshua felt as if he’d been granted a reprieve from death. Scrambling to his feet, he fled the hall as fast as he could.

—

Watching him leave, Ye Qishuang sighed in disappointment. “He’s not my master. My master would never kneel to me.”

Yi Chengying, holding the roster of disciples, hesitated before suggesting, “Palace Master, what about this Qin Yue? He’s the only one here who shares the Heavenly Master’s surname.”

“I’ve already considered him,” Ye Qishuang said, shaking her head. “But he possesses the Enlightened Body, cultivates the Green Emperor’s Scroll, and his life-bound spiritual tool is completely different from my master’s. If it weren’t for the risk of alerting my master and ruining my plan, I’d summon all the male disciples one by one and question them myself. But knowing my master, he won’t keep up the act for long.”

—

Yi Chengying’s eyes flashed with determination. “Palace Master, why not take drastic measures? Imprison all the male disciples, identify the Heavenly Master, and force him into the formation with brute strength. After all, it’s just one of his avatars—it can’t escape your grasp.”

“Idiot!” Ye Qishuang snapped, glaring at her. “Do you think an avatar is precious to my master? If he self-destructs before the bloodline connection is established, how disappointed would he be in me? The consequences would be catastrophic. Are you prepared to bear that responsibility?”

Yi Chengying paled, lowering her head. “I was wrong.”

—

Ye Qishuang turned her gaze to the starry sky outside. “Announce that starting tomorrow, the female disciples no longer need to hold back. If they look down on the male disciples so much, let them test them personally. Also, grant the male disciples access to the Rebirth Tower. I know my master—no matter how well he disguises himself, his brilliance will shine through.”

—

Back in the present.

After hearing Chen Keshua’s story, Qin Gou’s mind raced with questions. What is Ye Qishuang planning? Is she looking for someone? Could it be me?

“Brother Qin, why is the Palace Master so unpredictable?” Chen Keshua asked, his tone filled with despair.

Before Qin Gou could respond, a polite knock interrupted them.

—

Opening the door, they found a familiar face.

Wu Qi.

Her expression was calm, showing no trace of embarrassment despite her “history” with Qin Gou. “Senior Brother Qin Yue, Sister Caihe wishes to speak with you privately,” she said.

“So late at night? Why does the Saintess want to see me? Can you tell me what this is about?” Qin Gou asked, puzzled.

Wu Qi smirked. “Good things are worth waiting for. Some things are better done late. Don’t you already know what this is about, Senior Brother?”