After My Thoughts Were Read, My Master Led Me to Change My Fate - Chapter 14

Ran Fanyin  gently stroked Helan’s  head, smoothing her hair, and said helplessly, “This Venerable One  was called away before seeing it. Now, if you want to know, you can only ask Cen Ran.”

“I don’t want to ask her,” the cat-like Elder pouted and turned her head.

[Aww, that tone of disdain. Shipping it, shipping it.]

Ran Fanyin: “…?” Am I getting old? Why am I struggling to keep up with my disciple’s thoughts?

Haven’t the two of them always been like this for all these years?

She turned her head and casually glanced at the three little ones whose ears were strained high, and lightly coughed, “If you’ve finished your review, go down and fight another round.”

That’s just great!

Ning Songwu  cleared her throat and said earnestly, “Master, we still have some questions that require discussion.”

“Truth is found in real combat,” Elder Ran said with a smile, resting her head on her hand. With a slight movement of her fingers, several ropes wrapped around the individuals, throwing them directly off the viewing platform.

[Master!!!!]

For some reason, she was suddenly tempted to utter a certain phrase…

Down you go.

Ahem, not very refined. Forget it, forget it.

Helan Mianmian  laughed unreservedly, doubled over with mirth, and only managed to speak with difficulty, “Actually, I did think of one possibility.”

By the time Elder Helan fished the three little ones out again, they were, as in the previous days, so exhausted they couldn’t lift a single finger.

Except…

Ran Fanyin looked at the little one sprawled on the back of the Vermilion Bird, unwilling to even lift her head, her entire body nearly buried in the feathers.

Even in this state, she was still chattering incessantly in her mind.

She is still not tired.

Listening closely, however, she was reviewing the day’s events. Ran Fanyin didn’t know whether to say this little one was exceptionally energetic or exceptionally conscientious.

[Although the Female Lead is indeed not smart, she wouldn’t be this reckless. It makes me feel like she’s in a hurry, rushing to achieve some goal.]

[Why? Is she so desperate because she didn’t get accepted under Ran Fanyin’s tutelage?]

The girl was meticulously analyzing the problem and naturally did not notice the gaze falling from above her.

[Subtitles, Subtitles, show me Lin Yuxue’s  current ending again.]

[The Demon Lord paved a blood-red carpet for Lin Yuxue’s marriage, and she happily spent the rest of her life in the Demon Palace.]

[In other words, eternally locked away in the Demon Palace, right?]

This was a new use for the subtitles she had recently discovered: if you asked a question in a probing way, you could sometimes get an answer when it was in a good mood.

However, whenever she tried to ask questions related to herself and Ran Fanyin, she could never get any information out; it was as if their plot was the only thing set in stone.

A predestined deadlock?

But it doesn’t matter. Who knows what changes will happen without fighting to the very end?

Evidently, the “golden finger boss” was in a good mood today. It flickered twice and popped out a line: [Yes.]

[Does being eternally locked away in the Demon Palace really count as a ‘Happy Ending’ (HE)?]

Ning Songwu asked the question she had been pondering ever since she read the novel.

Before Lin Yuxue became a supreme love-struck fool, the novel’s depiction of her was quite positive: an arrogant young girl with her own goals. Although she was quite unscrupulous, she would risk her life to obtain the Twin Snow Swords in the secret realm and would work exceptionally hard, wanting to make her Master, who was very cold to her, finally smile.

Perhaps, her love-struck foolishness was manifested in how she slowly broke her own wings, ultimately imprisoning herself in a deep palace. How could that be considered a HE?

Thinking about it now, she tasted a subtle wrongness.

[Perhaps Lin Yuxue’s urgency isn’t about how much she wants to become Ran Fanyin’s disciple, but rather that she has a reason why she must become Elder Ran’s disciple?]

A burst of laughter suddenly fell from above. Ning Songwu propped up her head and looked up. Her beautiful Master was not looking at her. This laugh did not seem to be directed at her, but rather at the vast, misty sea of clouds.

As if only just noticing her gaze, Ran Fanyin lowered her head, her phoenix eyes filled with a smile, “It’s snowing. Do you want to take a look?”

“So early?” Ning Songwu propped herself up and sat up, looking into the distance. Sure enough, she saw flakes of snow, swirling and falling, covering the sky like a curtain.

They were flying through the snow mist, and a layer of frost had settled on their clothes.

“Perhaps we will see rime ice tomorrow? Go look at your brothers and sisters.”

“…” What an old joke.

“Speaking of which, my disciple was born in spring, so why was she given the name ‘Songwu’ (pine mist), which sounds so cold and refined?”

Ning Songwu blinked blankly, “I don’t know.”

[Was the original owner also born in the third month of the lunar calendar? I know my own birthday…]

[My mother said that because I was born on the day of the last snow of that year, when the rime ice hung heavily (songwu hangdang), and the sky, clouds, mountains, and water were all one shade of white, I was named ‘Songwu.’]

[As for the original owner… maybe the author just thought the name sounded good.]

[Eh? Why isn’t Master talking anymore?]

The one who had been listening intently slowly cleared her throat, “Nothing. A snow scene is rare. There’s no time like the present. After a brief rest, break through to the Foundation Establishment realm.”

“Understood.” Ning Songwu nodded obediently.

Then, she secretly wailed in her mind, [So tired, so tired. This lazy fish is finally getting her comeuppance. Now I’m forced to push myself, wuwuwu.]

Ran Fanyin hesitated for a moment, which was rare for her, and said, “If you are truly too tired, tomorrow is fine.”

“No, let’s do it today, Master!” The girl’s eyes were burning, as if she were undertaking an especially difficult mission.

I absolutely cannot extend the deadline (ddl), or I’ll keep wanting to extend it forever.

Ran Fanyin curved her lips. This time, her smile was due to the girl’s reaction.

The earlier smile was not for the vast snow scene. It was because she and her disciple had a tacit understanding. They hadn’t communicated, but they had already reached the same conclusion. The answer was obvious, but hearing the answer spoken in her disciple’s thoughts gave rise to a faint joy within her heart.

Ning Songwu suddenly thought of something. She stood up on shaky legs and took out the thick cloak she had prepared long ago from her storage ring, draping another layer over Ran Fanyin. Ignoring the woman’s slightly surprised gaze, she stubbornly insisted, “It’s cold when it snows. Wear more so you don’t get sick again.”

Elder Ran’s gaze softened. She reached out from beneath the cloak and pinched the girl’s cheek, softly answering, “Good.”

[This will let in cold air! Can’t two layers of cloaks restrict your hands!]

The woman quickly withdrew her hand and internally left a “Hehe.”

A tactless simpleton.

The first snow settled, and the air cooled slightly.

After more than a month of grueling training in the practice field, coupled with Ning Songwu’s breakthrough to Foundation Establishment, and the other two also reaching the late-stage Qi Condensation realm, the trio had developed some experience against the late-stage Foundation Establishment ape and were no longer as dishevelled as before.

The weather today was not good. The sun hid behind thick clouds, adding a chill to the already cool air.

However, this was a rare favorable condition for Ning Songwu.

Facing the ape charging straight at her one more time, she raised her long sword. A vine was tied around her waist. She silently counted her steps, and when only three remained, the vine exerted force, tossing her into the air.

The ape looked up but only saw a patch of water mist. The next second, the long sword flickered, and the swirling water mist turned into snowflakes, falling thickly and containing a hidden coldness.

In the snow mist, the silver sword briefly flashed, stopping precisely three inches from the ape’s forehead.

When the clouds and mist dissipated, Ning Songwu flipped and jumped down. The remaining two rushed forward to support her. The three little ones sighed in relief. The ape opposite them also raised its front limbs, silently applauding, and even showed a mouth full of large white teeth.

Helan Mianmian tapped the ape’s head from a distance, “Don’t grin stupidly, you’re embarrassing our demon clan.”

Ning and Liu quietly looked at the silent Luo Sheng. The girl tilted her head, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Ning Songwu said with a smile, raising her voice to ask, “Martial Aunt, is that all for today?”

Helan said irritably, “Yes. Come back after the New Year.”

Liu Ruoying  asked, “After the New Year? Why so long?”

Luo Sheng explained in a low voice, “The spiritual intelligence of the demon beasts isn’t high. This ape that practices with us took Master several months to train.”

“That’s a lot of work,” little Liu quietly applauded.

“So, the method we talked about last time, is it going to work?” Liu Ruoying suddenly remembered the matter when she served the hot food.

Ning Songwu shook her head. “My cultivation is too low, and my influence on the environmental temperature is negligible. It won’t work well.”

The falling snow suddenly reminded Ning Songwu of something the original book had occasionally mentioned: Ran Fanyin was born in the deep winter, and her birthday was a few days before the Lunar New Year’s Eve. Calculated now, it wasn’t far off.

A birthday should be celebrated.

Adhering to the principle that three ordinary people can outwit a strategist, during a training session one time, she pulled the two younger Martial Sisters (who were even younger than the original owner’s age) to brainstorm what gift they should give.