Peerless Heiress - Chapter 137
"Little bookworm?" Everyone was speechless, while Qingyan smiled wryly.
"Yes, yes, Master, it's me." The scholar replied shyly, his expression full of excitement.
The Taoist priest beamed and nodded vigorously. He scrambled up from the low couch, paced a few steps with his hands behind his back, and stretched out his withered fingers to touch the scholar's head. Before he could touch him, his gaze suddenly fell on the bamboo pole on the ground. He froze for a moment, then jumped up as if someone had stepped on his tail, glaring fiercely at everyone. "Who was it? Who poked me with that bamboo pole just now?!"
His voice was so old it was almost inaudible, but his face was ruddy like a middle-aged man's, and his movements were like those of an energetic teenager. The way he glared angrily was exactly like a sulking little child.
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
Chapter 315: Sulking
"Who was it? Who poked me with that bamboo pole just now?!" The old Taoist priest was still jumping up and down shouting. Everyone came to their senses and broke out in a cold sweat.
"Little bookworm, is that you?!"
The scholar frantically shook his head, taking several steps back, his face full of sincerity, "No, no, how could I dare? It definitely wasn't me, Master."
"So that's you, girl?" The old Taoist's gaze turned fierce, and he glared at her instantly.
Qingyan rolled her eyes, scoffed, and took a step back without making a sound, covering Yuan Yuan who was cowering behind her. "I'm too lazy to poke you. Don't make false accusations."
"Ah—!" the old Taoist priest shouted angrily, flung his hand, pulled something out of his pocket, and casually threw it. The little squirrel, which had been leisurely squatting to the side grooming its fur, was suddenly caught in the net. The net was white, and it was almost invisible on the snow-white squirrel's body.
The old Taoist priest made a sword incantation with his fingers and shouted, "Rise!"
The net carrying the pine fox rose slowly, and in a short while, it stopped in mid-air.
Qingyan was shocked. Seeing the pine fox desperately trying to grab the net, she grabbed her hands and shouted angrily, "Hey, you old man, who told you to grab my pine fox? Let him go, do you hear me?"
"I won't let go," the old Taoist priest said stubbornly.
"You old geezer, say that again?!" Qingyan shouted angrily.
"You brat, I'll say it again, you think I'm afraid of you? I won't let you go, I won't let you go." The old Taoist priest imitated Qingyan, glaring at her with his hands in his pockets, looking smug.
Four eyes blazed with fury, and unseen flames burned fiercely in the air. The four fools seemed to hear the hissing sound of the flames flying everywhere, and they couldn't help but shrink back in fear.
The scholar swallowed hard, glanced at his master, then at Qingyan, and whispered, "Uh, that..."
"Shut up!!" The two of them turned around at the same time, glaring at him.
The scholar was startled, and all his words flew out of his mouth.
Qingyan glared at the old Taoist priest, walked to the bottom of the net, jumped up, and reached out to grab it. Seeing that Qingyan's fingertips were about to touch the net, the old Taoist priest panicked and quickly mumbled something, his fingers pressed together. The net shuddered and immediately rose a few more feet.
Qingyan screamed in anger, while the old Taoist was extremely pleased with himself, his eyes narrowing into slits as he laughed.
Chapter 316: Not to be trifled with
However, the old Taoist priest quickly realized that he had been too smug. This brat was really not someone to mess with. He covered his bruised left eye, rubbed his aching knee, and sat in a corner with a miserable expression, pitifully not daring to utter a sound.
Because that brat grabbed his collar fiercely, clenched her fist and threatened, "If you cause any more trouble, I'll beat you up again."
Even his bookish disciple dared not speak out, turning his gaze away as if he hadn't seen anything. The old Taoist, furious that "taking on a disciple is worse than raising a pig," could only keep his mouth shut and watch helplessly as his quiet room was turned upside down by that girl.
The small square couch had already overturned to one side, and the alchemy furnace under the couch had also overturned, with the pills inside rolling all over the ground. The bamboo pole that had been lying on the ground was now being held in the girl's hand, swinging wildly. There was no net hanging on it, but it knocked the seeds of the thousand-year-old wisteria on the roof to the ground.
The old Taoist frowned with heartache, but when he regained his composure, he saw the Four Fools scrambling to hide amidst the swirling flower seeds and wildly waving bamboo poles, falling flat on their backs, and he couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh.
...The bamboo pole finally caught the net. Qingyan was overjoyed. She dragged the net down, fell to the ground, sweating profusely, and gave the old Taoist priest a smug and disdainful look.
Hmph, so he can't do anything if he doesn't let her go? Pshaw!
The old Taoist priest rolled his eyes in anger, but then, a smug look crossed his face. "Hanging it down won't help. Do you think you can open it? Let me tell you the truth, that net is a spiritual net I forged over hundreds of years using my own spiritual power. No one but myself can open it... *crack!*"
The old Taoist priest abruptly stopped speaking, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. He pointed at Qingyan, his face full of disbelief. All the pride he hadn't finished expressing was instantly stuck in his throat, making him roll his eyes back in disbelief.
"You, you, you..."
"What about me?" Qingyan casually pulled open the net, picked up the freed pine fox, turned around, easily grabbed the net in her hand, weighed it in her hand, and said disdainfully, "What is this? You make it sound so mysterious, tch!"
The old Taoist priest was so angry he was about to vomit blood. He roared, "Ah—you brat! How dare you give the Jade Ring to this wretched girl! I'll break your legs! You're driving me crazy!!"
Chapter 317: Mo Gu Zi
Seriously, if that brat hadn't given the Jade Ring to this girl, she wouldn't have been able to break free of his spiritual net! His Jade Ring... Waaaaah... That brat, that brat, that brat...
The old Taoist priest was indignant and glared at Qingyan's left wrist with great frustration.
"Why blame Mo Yu?" Qing Yan giggled, hugging Song Hu, looking very happy. "Who told you to live for hundreds of years and still act so disrespectful to your elders? Besides, you don't learn any skills at all, so it's only right that you get bullied."
"What did you say?" The old Taoist priest was dumbfounded.
"Senior Mo Gu Zi." Qing Yan smiled sweetly, her eyes curving into slits. "I'm sorry for hitting you earlier."
"Wh...what..."
"Stop pretending, it's not fun at all, I already know." Qingyan stroked the little pine fox in her arms. The pine fox stuck out its little red tongue, gently licked its lips, narrowed its eyes slightly, and a smile flashed across its eyes.
Qingyan smiled and raised her head. "The Valley of Mysterious Names has existed for hundreds of years. Legend has it that the first master of the valley was the Taoist Mo Gu Zi, and everything in the valley was established by him. For hundreds of years, the Valley of Mysterious Names has been the most mysterious place on this continent. No outsider has ever entered the Valley of Mysterious Names, and the people of the Valley of Mysterious Names never go out. Am I right?"
The old Taoist shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Uh, so what?"
"Not so much." Qingyan smiled. "Others may not know, but you can't hide it from my master and me. You are Mo Gu Zi, right?" Her master, after all, was a thousand-year-old demon. Although her spiritual power was severely damaged, her eyesight was still sharp. Seeing through this old Taoist priest at a glance would be a very simple matter, wouldn't it?
Qingyan was smug.
"You, you're talking nonsense, what kind of nonsense is this? How could it be?" the old Taoist stammered.