It Turns Out The Master's Wife Is Actually Me [GL] - Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Doesn’t that mean that regardless of how she performs in the Testing Realm, her own Master will see every single bit of it?

Cheng Fu suddenly felt an immense amount of pressure.

Many students were visibly excited, clearly recognizing the voice as belonging to the world-renowned Wurong Sword Master.

Sword Master Yan Li had presided over Zhiwang for many years. Although she didn’t teach often, students flocked to the few classes she did give—it was no exaggeration to say they scrambled to register. When news broke that the Sword Master was teaching, every sword cultivator would rush to the academic affairs office to submit their names; with limited spots, it was first-come, first-served.

Those responsible for submitting the lists for each class were always the ones with the best movement techniques simply put, the fastest runners. On those days, heirs to exclusive movement arts from across the Five Domains would race toward a single destination, giving onlookers a direct comparison of various sects’ techniques and even the chance to see the legendary “Star-Stream Step,” which was thought to have vanished.

With competition so fierce, many of the Sword Master’s fan-girls were inevitably left unable to register. Of course, this didn’t stop them from gathering in groups, bringing small stools to the outside of the classroom and pricking up their ears to eavesdrop. Because of this, many students had a deep impression of Yan Li’s voice. Furthermore, since the Sword Master was so elusive, a single trace of her voice or appearance was enough for people to ruminate on for a long time.

As soon as they heard her voice, many recognized it instantly.

Wow, is this a once-in-a-lifetime event? I’m actually being proctored by Sword Master Yan!

Holy crap, is that really Sword Master Yan’s voice? Am I hearing things? She’s so busy she barely has time for classes when did she find the leisure to proctor students?

Ahhh! Wurong Sword Master! If I perform well, could I be taken in as her disciple too?

Cheng Fu wanted to light an incense stick for herself. Why are there so many obsessed fans of my Master in this academy? It’s so annoying.

Upon hearing Yan Li’s voice, the massive pressure Chen Qianru had radiated earlier instantly vanished. She gave Cheng Fu a look with an unreadable expression; her lips moved slightly, but she made no sound.

Yan Li’s cold voice rang out again: Now, enter the realm one by one according to your team order.

Qian-rank Team One, Captain Cheng Fu. Please proceed to your designated positions and enter the realm via the corresponding teleportation arrays.

Cheng Fu jolted, her back straightening as she stood properly beside the white spiral stairs. She composed her expression and waved her hand behind her to call her teammates.

Xin Yunze was busy excitedly recording his idol’s voice with his jade slip. Caught by Cheng Fu’s wave, he barely managed to snap out of it and hurried forward, lining up obediently behind her. He remembered the Sword Master saying she liked steady disciples. Now that he was queuing under her watchful eye, he naturally had to be calm and orderly to look like a thoughtful sword cultivator.

The five members quickly formed a line, standing according to their assigned roles. Each team member was allocated one of five unique positions; each position had specific duties and was usually assigned based on the individual’s expertise. The five roles were equal in status; regardless of the responsibility, mutual cooperation was required there was no room for a single person to carry the whole team.

Because different roles had different duties, the colors of the teleportation arrays varied. Cheng Fu stood on the indigo array belonging to the Commander Position, her gaze calm.

The Commander was usually the captain. If the team were a complete person, the members were the limbs, and the captain was the brain. In a team of five, disagreements were inevitable; the Commander was there to coordinate ideas and make final decisions. Therefore, the person in this role had to judge the situation accurately, remain clear-headed, and make optimal decisions based on a comprehensive analysis of all factors.

Originally, Chen Qianru was the intended candidate for Commander, but because the team strictly required a Healer Position and a member couldn’t hold multiple roles, the responsibility fell to Cheng Fu.

The other four didn’t show much doubt or distrust toward the newcomer. On the day they decided on their roles, Gu Da had said: “A qualified team member shouldn’t distrust their commander. Once you choose to be on a team, you become a single entity; anyone’s decision has value in execution.”

Liao Zilu had agreed: Sister Da is right. Though there are exceptions like Xin Yunze’s decisions. Those have no execution value; he’s all brawn and no brains.

Gu Da had nodded in silent agreement.

Xin Yunze had been furious: Who are you looking down on!

Recalling the scene, the corners of Cheng Fu’s mouth twitched into a slight smile. She knew Gu Da said those things to ease her psychological burden and express trust in her ability to handle the [Commander] role despite being a new student.

The indigo glow at the base of the array flickered. Starting from Cheng Fu’s feet, the light grew dense, wrapping her legs so tightly it looked like she was being buried in color. The ethereal, thick azure slowly climbed up her limbs, gradually swallowing her.

In an instant, the spot where she had stood was empty, save for the faint, shimmering light of the array waiting for the next team.

As the blue light covered her eyelashes, she heard Yan Li’s voice cold as usual, yet with a strange, special undertone brushing past her ear: Xiao Fu, good luck on your exam.

Cheng Fu closed her eyes, feeling immensely at peace amidst the azure.

I will be successful.

A soft white light dispersed before her eyes. Cheng Fu lifted her lids and was immediately slack-jawed by the opulence before her.

She had practically entered a house of gold.

Judging by the layout, it was an ancient bedroom, fully furnished. However, the entire interior was a shimmering mass of yellow-gold; it seemed every piece of furniture and decoration was plated with it.

The footstool by the bed was made of white jade, inlaid with intricate solid gold patterns that extended up to the redwood-carved lion headboard. There, it took a sharp turn, forming a thick gold candle holder. A red candle burned slowly on the holder, its body wrapped in thin, interlacing gold edges. Peculiarly, the top section of the candle had melted into wax tears, leaving the delicate gold threads that once bound it to collapse to the side, swaying slightly with the crackling of the wick.

Cheng Fu was silent. There was too much gold; it was blinding.

This was clearly the bedroom of some wealthy young master. She judged him wealthy rather than anything else because the aesthetic was simply too loud. Generally, people with a bit of class found wearing or decorating with too much gold tacky, let alone gilding the whole room; it looked like a nouveau riche who had come into money late in life.

Cheng Fu blinked and touched the solid gold writing desk facing the bed. Thick gold! Is this tacky? No, it’s not! To be fair, she wouldn’t mind being tacky if it meant being this rich. Given the situation, it seemed she was currently using a Wealthy Household Life experience card.

A burning sensation spread across her wrist. Cheng Fu looked down. Every participant wore an identification band on their wrist, containing their name and a color representing their position. Right now, the bright azure band on her wrist clearly announced her as the Commander.

Her gaze sharpened, and she began a silent countdown.

Three, two, one.

None of her teammates appeared beside her after the countdown. Cheng Fu had crammed a lot of knowledge about the Testing Realm recently and knew that the teleportation arrays were highly efficient; the interval between two people usually wouldn’t exceed five seconds. Since all arrays were activated simultaneously, even if Cheng Fu happened to be the first to arrive, her teammates should have been there by now.

But in this scene, at this moment, she was entirely alone.

The only explanation was that the inner-demon realm had separated all five members on the first day. They would likely only reunite in the next stage after all five had broken through their independent illusions. This was a relatively rare occurrence in past tests.

The difficulty on the first day wouldn’t be too high. The key was the separation; for students participating for the first time, it was a massive psychological test. Having worked alongside teammates in the academy, being forced to act alone could easily lead to panic.

Remaining calm, Cheng Fu searched the surroundings. Finding nothing unusual, she walked to the bedroom door and pushed it without much hope.

With a creak, the door opened directly.

Cheng Fu was slightly surprised. It seemed the initial map of this inner-demon realm was quite large. Beyond the door was a winding, zigzagging corridor. She didn’t know the way, so she picked a path that looked promising and started walking.

It wasn’t that she was being reckless; it was mainly because Yan Li had said there would be “no dangerous situations on the first day.” That meant the first day was the most friendly, low-risk mode where one could freely test the boundaries and hidden maps. It was a valuable day.

As she walked, Cheng Fu was in awe. She hadn’t liked going out in her previous life, so she had only seen such grand estates on TV. Being inside one was a fresh sensory experience.

However, this was a student’s inner-demon realm; it should reflect their most unforgettable or terrifying memories. Yet, as Cheng Fu walked, everything was peaceful. She barely saw anyone. The few people she did see were just maids and servants sweeping the grounds.

Full of questions, she unconsciously arrived at the back garden of the estate. Amidst the garden of exotic flowers and plants, a stout figure in goose-yellow silk was very conspicuous. From her angle, she could only see the person’s back. He was squatting behind a low tree, looking very burly. Cheng Fu estimated he was a seven-foot-tall man with a bushy beard.

Looking closer, the man was holding a long object that looked very much like a weapon.

Cheng Fu’s eyes narrowed, her hand already resting on the earthy-yellow Shutu Sword.

Suddenly, Yan Li’s voice drifted into her ear. Her tone was casual and leisurely: It is rare to see you haven’t forgotten how to use a sword. No need to hide from him just use him as a whetstone to practice your skills.