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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
A faint smile turned up on Murong Xun’s face. “Oh, child, your mystic meridians are quite good. You have a bright future ahead of you. If it weren’t for the fact that my sect doesn’t accept male disciples, I truly want to take you in.”
He was praised by Mentor Murong!
An abashed smile appeared on Qiao Hu’s face, and he respectfully bowed at Murong Xun again. “Thank you for your help, Mentor Murong.”
Murong Xun waved her hand. “As a mentor of the Mystic Cultivator Association, helping young girls and boys to become a mystic cultivator is part of our duty.”
“M-mentor! Please help our child trigger her meridians!”
“Mentor, please help my child…”
In a flash, a torrent of people rushed forward and nearly drowned Murong Xun in a sea of people.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtQiao Mu was buried in the crowd and paddled over to a few pairs of observing parents. She lightly covered her mouth with her hand and secretly told them, “Why aren’t you going over there? The Mentor Murong up front is a mentor who can help children trigger their mystic meridians with a 100% success rate! I’m telling this to you only…”
“Heavens!”
“Da’niu, let’s go to Mentor Murong quickly…”
People gathered around Murong Xun at a terrifying speed and trapped her inside.
“Hey, child!” A certain mentor who was drowning in the sea of people was both amused and exasperated as she watched the little girl who shuffled further and further away from her.
The child even expressionlessly waved at her in a farewell gesture from outside of the crowd.
Murong Xun chuckled out loud, a smile spreading over her seductive features.
‘What an interesting little doll! Did you think you can run away? You’ve been chosen by Master, so you belong to Master for the rest of your life!’
“Younger Sis! I-I, I really succeeded! I became a mystic cultivator!” Qiao Hu finally regained his senses and burst out exuberantly after he followed behind Qiao Mu for some distance.
It still felt like a dream.
He truly never expected himself to also rise into the ranks of mystic cultivators one day!
Year after year of disappointment had caused him to be afraid of trying again…
As one could see, failure was not scary. The scariest thing was being unable to handle failure after failure due to cowardice.
Qiao Mu suddenly turned back with her hands behind her back.
Qiao Hu managed to catch a faint smile from his sister’s eternally frosty face.
His sister’s eyes were really pretty.
When her eyes arched from her smile, it was as though the starry night was sparkling in front of him. Flowers blossomed everywhere and a spring breeze brushed across his face, filling him with an unfathomable warmth.
It wasn’t that stoic face anymore! It wasn’t devoid of emotion anymore!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm‘My sister is the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life!’
“Brother! You’re the best!” Qiao Mu’s little fist reached out and gently smacked against Qiao Hu’s shoulders before she pointed toward Pear Blossom Alley. “Let’s go home.”
Qiao Hu forcefully nodded. “Let’s go home, Younger Sis.”
Brother and sister bounded toward Pear Blossom Alley hand in hand, forgetting about Qiao Cong and his constipated expression without a second glance.
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The little girl actually smiled at the dunderhead fool…
The folding fan in Duan Yue’s hand uncontrollably clattered onto the ground again as the girl’s blooming smile engraved itself inside Duan Yue’s mind.
‘It turns out you can smile so gently, gorgeously, and full of life too.’
‘However, you are used to encasing yourself in layer after layer of icy thorns. You don’t allow anyone to approach, but you also don’t allow yourself to leave.’
‘As soon as someone approaches, they might be drenched in blood from thorns stabbing into them…’
‘Which you is the true you?’
Duan Yue could not help but feel melancholic.
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