It Turns Out The Master's Wife Is Actually Me [GL] - Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Cheng Fu was startled. Before she could even wonder why Yan Li had suddenly appeared here, the man in yellow abruptly turned around.

Stepping with a chaotic yet incredibly swift footwork, he suddenly lunged from behind the tree, charging straight at Cheng Fu.

Halt! You rebellious son, take a blow from your father!

Cheng Fu:

This man in yellow looked exactly like a fierce bandit face full of coarse flesh and a deep, thick scar running from his brow to the corner of his mouth. He looked utterly terrifying. A face like that could surely stop a child’s nighttime crying through sheer intimidation.

The man in yellow brandished his weapon, charging forward aggressively. He swung the long object with such force that it whistled through the air, aiming a heavy strike directly at Cheng Fu.

The earthy-yellow Shutu Sword cleared its scabbard with a crisp ring. With sharp eyes, Cheng Fu raised her blade to meet the blow.

Then, she saw it clearly what the man in yellow held in his hands was actually a broom with a ragged, frayed end.

The dark, sharp edge of the Shutu Sword collided with the dilapidated broom, producing a shrill, metallic clang.

Cheng Fu’s face contorted slightly. It was bad enough that this sword didn’t like following her commands, but it really didn’t need to insult her like this. She had struck a piece of rotting wood with a divine blade, and it hadn’t even snapped.

Yan Li’s tall, slender figure slowly materialized from the void, eventually standing behind Cheng Fu. As always, she was dressed in white as pure as snow, her features cold and elegant. However, her form was slightly ethereal and blurred, looking as if she might vanish at any moment.

Stiff broom bristles flew before Cheng Fu’s eyes.

The man in yellow managed to use a damp, decaying broom to create the illusion of flashing blades. Every move was fierce and pressing, yet his style was impossible to track; at a glance, it looked like a mindless brawl.

While dodging, Cheng Fu used the results of her recent training to test the man with several experimental strikes. As a Dharma-cultivator-turned-swordsman, she naturally had to integrate her unique advantages into the sword.

The palm holding the sword grew warm. Spiritual energy rapidly condensed and swirled within it, and a faint green light became visible on the hilt. The light deepened into a rich green, slowly crawling from the hilt to the blade.

In an instant, the entire surface of the sword was filled with a translucent, firefly-like azure spiritual energy. It flowed gently over the steel like ripples on a lake, shimmering and beautiful.

Cheng Fu flicked the blade nonchalantly, sweeping a bright arc of sword-light through the air.

The sword struck, but it wasn’t just the sword.

Faster than the physical strike was the crystalline spiritual energy covering it. The energy spontaneously formed a trajectory in the air, flowing like a spring along the path of the swing.

A sharp glint appeared in Cheng Fu’s eyes. The flowing spiritual energy and her physical sword move followed one another, striking consecutively and precisely at the man’s head.

Seeing this, the man in yellow looked stunned, his expression becoming even more vicious. Maintaining that fierce posture, he continued to swing his broom at Cheng Fu, making no effort to dodge her calculated, heavy strike.

The shimmering spiritual energy, carrying a surge of irritation, slammed into the man’s crown. The point of impact was exactly where Cheng Fu had predicted. On the man’s head, the condensed ball of energy suddenly splattered.

Once the light faded, nothing happened.

The man in yellow was completely unharmed, still charging straight at Cheng Fu. It was as if her attack was a mere mantis trying to stop a carriage not even worth a glance.

He swung the rotten broom toward Cheng Fu’s head, shouting: You rebellious brat! You actually dare to hit your own father!

Cheng Fu was still reeling from the shock of her failed attack, but hearing those words, fury rose in her chest. Are you infertile or something? Do you have to claim everyone you see as your child?

The Shutu Sword once again met the rotting wooden handle of the broom with a keng. Still, it wouldn’t cut through.

What a piece of junk sword!

A massive doubt rose in Cheng Fu’s heart. She felt that this might not be someone else’s inner-demon realm, but her own. Because she was too weak, her cultivation had remained stagnant at the Golden Core stage for years, and now she was dreaming of being a swordsman who couldn’t even cut a broom. Other people’s divine weapons cut through iron like butter; hers cut through wood like it was tempered steel.

Thinking this, she gnashed her teeth and used the Shutu Sword to flip the annoying broom aside.

The man in yellow clearly had no real martial arts training. With that flip from Cheng Fu, he tumbled to the ground and rolled twice. Cheng Fu gripped her sword in a reverse-hang and stepped toward him in two or three strides, preparing to finish the job.

Flashing cold light swiped past. The man in yellow scrambled around, shielding his head, but he remained completely unharmed not even a corner of his robe was nicked.

The hideous-looking man shouted while protecting his head: This is a total revolt! You brat! Someone, someone lock him up! Give him three days of solitary confinement!”

Cheng Fu was too angry to speak. She swung her sword down on his temple.

After the strike, the man suddenly stopped moving. It was as if he had been restored to factory settings by the goddess Nuwa; he remained perfectly still, looking exactly like a clay statue.

Simultaneously, the dynamic environment around Cheng Fu froze, gradually becoming blurred and hazy.

A youthful male voice suddenly drowned out the sounds of birds and insects in the scene, appearing to drift from a distant time and space. He spoke calmly, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

I’ve loved martial arts since I was a child. I often made the house servants who knew combat play with me.

But my father wouldn’t let me learn. He said that if I learned martial arts, I would enter the ‘Jianghu,’ and the disputes there were too many and too chaotic. My father pointed to the scar on his face and told me that when he was young, he got involved in Jianghu affairs and nearly died in a fight.

He started doing business when he reached thirty. Because he was a merchant, no one respected him. But life at home got better day by day, and my father didn’t care about those voices.

Later, I heard there were cultivators in the world who could seek immortality. I heard of the Wurong Sword Master, and I became obsessed with practicing the sword. But my father didn’t want me to learn martial arts, let alone the sword. Every time I snuck into the garden to practice, he would catch me. He often squatted there to trap me, and every time he did, he’d lock me in solitary and tell me to reflect.

The youth’s calm voice stopped abruptly, and the hazy surroundings slowly returned to normal.

Cheng Fu was stunned for a moment, then remembered this was the Inner-Speech Supplement of the Testing Realm. Since this was a student’s inner demon, it was bound to be accompanied by their thoughts or narratives of that past, either from then or much later.

The segment she just heard was a narrative.

She turned back and saw her Master looking down at the man in yellow with lowered lashes.

According to the supplement, this man was clearly the student’s biological father, and her role in this realm was that of the son. Cheng Fu thought back to what the man said during the fight and felt a bit stifled. The old father’s words weren’t actually the provocations she thought they were.

How annoying.

Yan Li looked at the father on the ground for a few seconds before shifting her gaze back to Cheng Fu.

Cheng Fu looked at Yan Li as well. Seeing her Master finally looking at her directly, she asked expectantly, Master, why are you here? You’re the proctor, but you can’t help me cheat.

Yan Li’s dark pupils focused intently on Cheng Fu. Hearing this, a glint appeared in her eyes. I naturally won’t help you cheat. Anything I say within the inner-demon realm cannot exceed the scope of your current knowledge.

Cheng Fu found it even stranger. Then what did you come here for, Master? Did I break a rule?

Yan Li:

She said in a slightly raspy voice, The Testing Realm still has a long time to go. I thought I could give you some guidance on your swordsmanship while inside, lest I hold the title of your Master but do nothing.

Without waiting for Cheng Fu to reply, Yan Li added, as if eager to prove her point: Your sword just now was too rushed. Your strength was skewed. Before striking, you must first estimate the momentum of the move in your heart; only then will the strike be steady.

Cheng Fu listened seriously and reflected. Her Master was right; she had been too impatient. Hearing that man call her son and father over and over had irritated her, and she didn’t want to look poor in combat in front of her Master. Her mind was entirely focused on getting rid of him. Consequently, she sought a quick result, and her momentum was naturally unstable.

She solemnly clasped her hands toward Yan Li. Master is right to scold me. To cultivate the sword, one must first cultivate the heart. If the state of mind is unstable, the sword cannot be wielded freely.

After speaking, Cheng Fu thought of the father lying on the ground. She looked down, following the goose-yellow silk hem to his face. The father was still lying stiffly where Cheng Fu had knocked him down. There wasn’t a single wound on him, but his eyes were wide open and darting around looking exactly like a corpse that refused to rest in peace.

Cheng Fu’s brow furrowed in thought. Her current identity was the son. Judging by the supplement, the son shouldn’t have any real hatred for his father; otherwise, the narrative wouldn’t have been so calm. In an inner demon, the logic of all behavior must fit the context of the situation.

Since the student was being chased by his own father, it meant the student himself didn’t have the behavior or will to resist at the time. Therefore, within the shell of this student, Cheng Fu’s actions naturally couldn’t harm the father. That’s why her attacks were all ineffective.

Thinking of this, Cheng Fu sighed gloomily. I get it. This guy in yellow really is my father right now, because the owner of this inner demon wouldn’t actually hit him.

Yan Li nodded approvingly. Exactly. But don’t be too discouraged. The fact that he cannot be attacked actually makes him a perfect live target for practicing your swordsmanship. The effect of freezing him by hitting his crown is limited; he will be able to move again soon.

Cheng Fu went silent. Master means she wants me to practice my sword on the ‘old father’?

As they spoke, the eyes of the corpse on the ground began to roll slowly. The coarse flesh and scars on his face twitched slightly.

The next moment, the father’s burly body suddenly exploded upward. With lightning speed, he snatched up the long broom nearby, shouted, and lunged at Cheng Fu: Rebellious son! You still dare to hide!

Cheng Fu’s lip twitched. She raised her sword once more against the father’s rotten broom. She steadied her mind and began to seriously recall each move she had learned at Zhiwang these past few days.

This body was once a Dharma cultivator and lacked sword logic or experience; everything started from zero. What Cheng Fu was using now was the most basic introductory sword style of Zhiwang Academy: the Zhiwang Sword.

First Style: Calming the Waves.

First, calm the heart. Then, steady the breath. Finally, observe all directions.