Chapter 431: Chapter 431

431: Chapter 418: Rascal 431: Chapter 418: Rascal She looked at the little witch with a tilt of her mouth, her expression defiant, as if to say, ‘Even so, what of it?’

But her words were another matter altogether, “Master’s teachings are correct.”

Her smile was sweet as honey, “Initially when I wounded my wings, Master took care of me by his side for ten years before I recovered.

Now that my injuries are more severe, will Master have to keep me by his side day and night for thousands of years?”

The exaggeration in her words was clear to anyone, and had it been someone else, they would have simply laughed it off.

However, this young man was serious and inflexible by nature.

After a moment of thought, he seriously agreed, “That might indeed be good.”

Arao’s back stiffened in disbelief as she widened her eyes in shock, her cheeks flushing as she stammered, “Ma…

He seemed a bit tired, his retracting fingers gently resting on his forehead, and he said, “You have a unique identity, and the current situation is not like before.

Staying by my side, you need not worry about others deceiving you.”

He thought carefully, “A thousand years, tens of thousands of years…

I can still protect you.”

She then realized she had misunderstood his earlier words, and her face couldn’t help but show her disappointment.

She wanted to continue, pulling him close to say comforting words, but seeing his pale lips and weary face,

She guessed that the battles of recent months had left him drained.

Now, he had used his energy to play the zither and cast spells for her, definitely exhausting him.

Her heart ached, and she hurriedly said, “Master, you must be tired.”

He did not pretend to be strong and nodded, saying, “I am indeed a bit drowsy.

The spiritual vein of this spring has been stabilized by me, Arao, you can rest assured to heal here.”

Thinking he was about to leave, she tugged at his sleeve, “Master, don’t go.

Would it be okay to rest here for a while?

Arao will sing for you.”

He let her moisten his sleeve cuff without annoyance, and with a gentle smile, he said, “Since I have promised to accompany Arao until you are healed, I will not go back on my word.”

The beautiful and enchanting witch smiled at the promise but didn’t let go of the sleeve in her hand.

She gently tugged at his sleeve, and as the breeze stirred and grass fluttered, her melodious singing rippled beautifully.

The young Sword Master leaned under the willow by the spring, his breathing gradually becoming peaceful.

When the song ended, she stared blankly at him, her gaze gradually becoming infatuated as she asked uncontrollably, “People say I am an evil spirit, and being in Tianxi, I will surely bring great disaster.

Recently, the battles have been unsatisfactory, and there have been many criticisms of Arao in the Mortal World.

Master, will you believe what they say and think that Arao would betray?”

Though spoiled and cocky, she was also timorously hesitant.

She would never dare ask so directly if he were awake.

Since ancient times, the righteous and the demonic were opposed, and it had never changed.

Master saved her because she abandoned the demonic path.

she was not just someone who abandoned her path?

The gentle breeze blew his blue sleeves lightly, the willow leaves floating and scattering during the mid-spring season, an atmosphere of inexplicable tranquility and peace emerging.

She looked at him for a long time, her eyes moistened by the spring water starting to ripple, and the witch Arao’s fingers nervously raised to pluck a bright green leaf off him.

“All baseless talk.” The man seated quietly under the green shade suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

Arao’s raised hand paused mid-air, her eyes guiltily shifting away, watching the willow leaves that fell between the green garments sliding off, and he lifted his hand to remove the leaf on his nose, his long fingers tenderly tracing the veins of the leaf.

“Master…” Her fingers nervously curled back.

He had not fallen asleep.

The dignified Master slowly lifted his chin, “If you were indeed capable of such a despicable act of betraying your master and forefathers, it would still be to your credit.

The most I could do is bring out the sect’s ruler to break your legs, then proudly commend my disciple’s achievements.”

He bent his knee and slowly supported his chin, the covering silk seemingly hiding a pair of eyes that looked at her with a hint of amusement, “After all, Arao, you are already so grown up, yet constantly clinging to your master, which really troubles me.

If I could use this opportunity to push you away with a single strike, the days without having to care for a child would indeed be quite relaxed.”

She knew he was teasing her, but upon hearing his words, the witch Arao could not help but feel her eyes tear up.

Just imagining being driven away from his side made her skin tighten, and she was nearly ready to swear an oath to heaven, “Master is talking nonsense again!

Even if you crush every bone in Arao’s body, piece them back together and then crush them again, Arao will never leave Master.”

Master chuckled, “Since both of us know that it’s not going to happen, why ask such nonsense?

Just because others are suspicious, does Arao need to prove their suspicions right and win a reputation for being astutely scheming for these annoying people?”

Arao knew her gentle and serene Master sometimes mischievously teased people, and she particularly loved his mischievous side.

Because only then did she feel that their relationship wasn’t so much like master and disciple.

“Master, your disciple’s heart aches…”

She yearned for every tranquil moment.

She was actually not young anymore; in the eyes of others, she was a mature and enchanting witch, but in his eyes alone, she was always the child whom he had personally brought back to Bai Tuo Mountain and fed spoon by spoon.

Arao was conflicted, as she did not like him seeing her that way, yet she was also glad to have the privilege to act spoiled, a privilege not even his wife had.

“Master only has Arao as a disciple, so you must cherish, love, and pamper her.

Even if the disciple does something wrong, considering the disciple’s naive youth, Master must patiently teach her, not just resort to beating and driving her away.

If Arao were gone, who would prepare winter clothes, grind sword companions, and brew tea for Master?

Mistress does not know Master’s preferences.”

“So, being rebellious is justifiable now?” He was both amused and exasperated.

“No.” Arao was particularly persistent, her expression serious, “What I mean is, since Master brought Arao back to the mountain five hundred years ago and took her as a disciple, then Arao belongs to Master for a lifetime.

Arao doesn’t want to leave Master, even hypothetically, not at all!”

From Fang Geyu’s perspective, when she said “Arao belongs to Master,” the light in her eyes was heartbreaking, as if harboring untold chaos and turmoil.

Yet still, she read out her submissive, identity-confirming deceit in a properly disciplined manner.

“Even if hypothetically, the disciple rebels, Master can break the disciple’s legs, clip the disciple’s wings, and seal the disciple forever in the dark Sin Sword Pool.

The disciple still does not want to leave Master!”

He was silent for a long moment, finally smiling helplessly, “You rascal.”

With his smile revealing a hint of indulgence, she also began to smile, “Yes, the disciple is a rascal to Master.”