Chapter 23 – To Be a Disciple (II)

Chapter 23

To Be a Disciple (II)

Long Tao eyed his hunched-over Master with a peculiar gleam; the man was using a shovel, though with some Qi infusion, to dig out an area nestled against the mountain and slowly lay down the stones. It truly seemed as though he was readying to construct the thrice-spliced house by his lonesome.

Interrupting his cultivation momentarily, he left the house and meandered over where he saw hovering Dai Xiu panicking and offering to help, only to nearly break out in tears repeatedly when rejected.

“What are you doing, Master?” Long Tao asked casually, drawing the man’s attention.

“Catching ants! What do you think I’m doing?!” He was already wheezing, wiping sweat off his forehead.

It had to be said, even by the standards of this place, his master’s body was… khm. There were no words.

Despite being a Spirit Manifestation Realm cultivator, he had practically no stamina. In the end, this was what false cultivation amounted to–like a pearly vase hiding a thousand cracks beneath its surface.

“Don’t you have enough money to hire the servants?” His master’s eyebrows twitched at the question; there seemed to be more to the tale of the gift, and Long Tao didn’t probe any further.

“If you have time to question, you have time to help.”

“I’m busy with cultivating.”

“… then go be busy.”

“I’m taking a break.”

“Then help.”

“If I help, I wouldn’t be taking a break, then.”

“Then shut up.”

“I always feel my wisdom increase whenever I chat with Master.” Long Tao found his bickering rather… endearing. His Master had a surprisingly quick wit for a supposedly slow-witted hedonist and, more to the point, never lorded his status over anyone.

It had to be said and noted that there were no more arrogant creatures placed upon the soil of creation than cultivators–the further along the cultivation road one got, the more arrogant they became.

Long Tao was no exception; his current circumstances notwithstanding, he held no respect for any one person in this entire sect–no, this entire minor realm. He was above them all once before, and he’d soon be above them yet again. It was merely the nature of existence–the strong were meant to lord over the weak, and the latter were to suffer in silence.

But his Master didn’t quite adhere to the principle; it wasn’t just with Long Tao either, as he treated Dai Xiu the exact same way.

“And I always feel my blood pressure increase when I chat with you,” the man mumbled, straightening out and rubbing his lower back. “Haah. Dai Xiu, do you mind brewing some tea for Master?”

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“Of course, Master! I will do it immediately!” There was jubilance in the girl’s eyes that was difficult to hide as she sprinted toward the house, leaving the Master-Disciple pair standing opposite one another beneath the blazing sun.

“What?” his master asked, putting away the shovel.