It Turns Out The Master's Wife Is Actually Me [GL] - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Hah! Let me see who’s talking behind my back!

A girl in green dashed in first, crossing the threshold with an aggressive yet remarkably agile footwork. In the blink of an eye, she was in front of the trio, grabbing Xin Yunze by the ear.

Cheng Fu looked up at her. The girl was charming and cute, with an oval face and cherry-pink lips, though her expression was currently full of arrogant fury. With such a pampered, delicate face, she looked like a young miss from a prominent cultivation clan.

Xin Yunze hissed in pain, quickly pulling her hand away and grumbling, Liao Zilu! Stop it! You pull my ears every single day can’t you find something original? My Senior Sister and Sister Qianru are right here, behave yourself.

Liao Zilu looked puzzled, tilting her head. Where did you get a Senior Sister? With that stubborn mule temper of yours, you’d actually acknowledge a Master? Did your head get caught in a door?

As she spoke, her gaze shifted toward Cheng Fu and Chen Qianru. Her voice suddenly hitched. Eh this, this isn’t this the new disciple of the Sword Master? The one with the insane spiritual control!

Chen Qianru, clearly well-acquainted with Liao Zilu, gave her a smiling nod. “Indeed. This is the Sword Master’s disciple, Cheng Fu.

Liao Zilu’s eyes widened, her round, apricot-like eyes blinking rapidly, lashes fluttering. Wow, Cheng Fu! Hello, hello! I’m Liao Zilu from the class next door. I’m a sword cultivator!

Cheng Fu’s heart softened at the girl’s sweetness, and she couldn’t help but smile. Hello, Zilu.

Liao Zilu let out a huge grin and spun around excitedly, pointing toward the door. Cheng Fu, let me introduce you to Sister Da wait, where did she go?

Everyone looked toward the entrance.

The night wind howled through the open door, but there was nothing there except the fluttering wings of the cold-climate birds unique to Mount Zhiwang and the perennial falling snow. There wasn’t a silhouette in sight.

The lonely, empty scene made them wonder if the two figures they had seen earlier were just fleeting illusions perhaps a trick of the light caused by nighttime fatigue. Maybe Liao Zilu had been alone all along.

Liao Zilu stomped her foot in frustration. Where did Sister Da go now? Surely no one would be secretly drinking near the classrooms, right?

Xin Yunze snorted. “Not necessarily. From what I’ve seen, there are plenty of people in Zhiwang who love wine as much as their own lives.

Cheng Fu was bewildered. How did the conversation suddenly jump to alcohol?

As she was thinking, a violent, freezing gale suddenly swept through the open doors, the chill of frost and snow slapping against their faces. The wind sent the hair at Cheng Fu’s temples flying; it reminded her of when she first arrived in the Five Spirit Domains and didn’t know how to use protective spiritual essence.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze along with the wind, falling silent for a heartbeat.

A trace of worry appeared in Chen Qianru’s eyes. We should go look for Gu Da. She was just here; she shouldn’t have gone far. Besides, Gu Da always keeps her word. There’s still a few minutes before our agreed meeting time. She might show up any second.

They all nodded in agreement, set a Voice-Recording Spell on the spot, and agreed to split up to search. If anyone found her, they would send a notification via jade slip.

Cheng Fu was paired with Chen Qianru, and they walked together toward the higher elevations. Zhiwang Academy was built into the mountain; the classrooms were clustered on the gentlest slope of the mountainside, with the dorms and dining hall below and the martial arts field and instructor quarters above.

Tonight, the darkness was exceptionally heavy, like thick ink covering the entirety of Mount Zhiwang. As soon as Cheng Fu left the classroom, the lamps inside sensed no living spiritual presence and extinguished themselves with a swift shh-shh.

Cheng Fu pressed her thumb and index finger together, effortlessly crafting a Fiery Tree and Silver Flowers talisman. Red and green spiritual beams leapt from her fingertips, swimming through the air like fish along the path of her spell, weaving into a two-colored palace lantern pattern.

Holding her spiritual lamp, she cast a light forward. The lantern’s glow was vibrant and colorful, and in this deep, dark night, a cultivator’s superior vision could spot it from dozens of yards away.

Chen Qianru looked at the lamp in surprise, reaching out to touch it. It lacked the searing heat of a normal flame. She marveled, Dharma cultivators have talismans like this? I’ve never seen a lighting spell quite like this. It’s beautiful.

Cheng Fu smiled inwardly. In the original host’s memory, this Fiery Tree and Silver Flowers talisman was a flirting technique used by the Shark Clan’s most romantic Senior Sister. A normal lighting spell would never be this flashy and “useless.”

However, being flashy and eye-catching made it excellent for its current purpose it was very bright.

After walking a few more paces, Cheng Fu used the garish light to spot a dark figure huddled under a large rock. They were sneakily digging at something with cautious, secretive movements—looking very much like someone up to no good.

Cheng Fu’s gaze sharpened. Sensing this person was trouble, she didn’t hesitate to raise her hand and fire a Detonation Hex.

This spell was powerful and double-layered. When thrown, its trajectory was stealthy and hard to detect. Once it hit the target, it triggered a second layer: a Misty Hex, which rapidly released a cloud of toxic fog capable of taking down any enemies in the area.

Even better, the moment the hex exploded, it produced a firework-like flare, which would perfectly illuminate the thief’s face for her to see.

Chen Qianru cried out, Xiao Fu, don’t—!

It was too late.

The Detonation Hex sped through the dark night silently and struck directly at the disheveled dark shadow.

The brilliance of the flare exploded exactly as Cheng Fu intended, tearing through the ink-black night. A wave of heat and blinding light hit Cheng Fu’s face; for an instant, it was as bright as day.

Yet, in that brilliant white background, there was no disheveled thief collapsing in a heap.

Standing before the large rock was a silhouette in indigo robes with sleeves fluttering in the wind. Her black hair flowed like a waterfall, and she held her head slightly tilted back, a slender object in her hand as if she were inspecting it against the starlight.

A strange, mellow aroma diffused into the air. Caught off guard, Cheng Fu took a deep breath, and her head immediately began to swim. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, and when she touched her cheek, it was burning hot.

Dazed, she raised her lamp to look at the indigo-clad woman and finally saw what she was doing.

The woman held a jade bottle. Some liquid inside was flowing into her mouth as she tilted it back, with some spilling from the corners of her lips.

Cheng Fu stared at her and sniffed. She remembered this was the smell of wine.

After a while, the indigo woman seemed to have finished her drink. She casually wiped her mouth with her sleeve and turned around lazily. Next time you look for me, you could be a bit more gentle.

She had long brows and a high bridge to her nose; her features were bold and vivid, so striking that one couldn’t look away. It was an incredibly stunning, flamboyant look.

Chen Qianru said helplessly, Gu Da, we’ve been looking all over for you. Why did you run off to this place to drink?

Gu Da’s eyes were full of rebellion. She waved a hand and spoke with a nasal twang, I felt like a drink. I happened to smell that someone had hidden a jar of good wine here, so I stopped by to fill my flask. As she spoke, she shook the jade bottle in her hand.

Cheng Fu’s vision was already blurring. The concentration of alcohol in the air was unnaturally high; in just a few breaths, her consciousness had become muddled. She had always been a lightweight, and her face turned into a bright red apple in an instant.

Gu Da hung the jade bottle back on her waist and glanced at Cheng Fu, confused. Is this the new teammate? Why did she attack me just now? I saw someone coming at me, so I just put up a Wine Shield.

Chen Qianru tilted her head to look at the dizzy, wobbling Cheng Fu and sighed, supporting her. You were drinking here so suspiciously. She didn’t know who you were and thought a thief had broken into the academy.

Gu Da made an “Ah” sound, her brows furrowing slightly. My Wine Shield automatically inflicts a ‘Drunken State’ on attackers. This it’s not a very heavy debuff, but I only know how to cast it, not how to lift it. Qianru, help her clear it.

The gentle-faced medical cultivator’s brow was now clouded with worry. Gu Da, isn’t the whole point of your Wine Cultivation that the states you inflict are incredibly difficult to remove?

Cheng Fu leaned toothlessly against Chen Qianru’s shoulder, half-listening to their conversation. Wine Wine Cultivation? So, there were actually cultivators who took wine as their Dao.

She thought fuzzily: How do Wine Cultivators attack? Do they bash people with bottles or splash them with booze?

The conversation continued beside her: Never mind, Gu Da. Let’s meet tomorrow instead. I’ll take Xiao Fu back first.

Go ahead, go ahead. I’m going back to sleep too.

Gu Da! Walk slower! Listen to me no running off to sneak drinks during meeting times tomorrow! You can drink whenever else you want, but not then.

I know, I know. Stop nagging.

As those words fell, Cheng Fu looked up with bleary eyes. Under the weave of red and green light, she saw Gu Da’s indigo figure walk out of the glow and vanish into the night like a dream.

The shoulder she was leaning on began to move. A warm hand rested on Cheng Fu’s waist, carefully supporting her as they walked forward step by step. Cheng Fu closed her eyes, her feet moving haphazardly; she felt like she was space-walking.

Chen Qianru looked down at Cheng Fu, a complex look in her eyes. The two of them leaned on each other, walking slowly through the night wind. Cheng Fu’s steps were far too unruly, so Chen Qianru had to hold her firmly and correct her course whenever she drifted.

Drunkenly, Cheng Fu mumbled, Qian… Qianru, you’re re-really such a good person.

The night wind grew sharper.

Cheng Fu suddenly felt the person supporting her stop. The air around them became even colder. She had always been sensitive to the cold, so she shrugged her shoulders and slurred, “Qianru, let’s go, go faster, it’s a bit cold.

But Chen Qianru didn’t move.

Confused, Cheng Fu tilted her head to look at her, but she felt Chen Qianru press her arm down, whispering, This disciple greets the Sword Master.

Cheng Fu’s eyes flew open in shock. She saw Yan Li standing there, her expression distant. She said coldly, Hand her to me. You may leave.

Seeing her own Master, Cheng Fu’s dim eyes instantly lit up. She struggled to open her mouth and said with a thick tongue, Ma-Ma-shter… you really go to so much trouble to care for me. The Fifth Courtyard is just right—hic—there. No need to trouble Ma-shter anymore.