It Turns Out The Master's Wife Is Actually Me [GL] - Chapter 20

Chapter 20

She stood calmly in place, her field of vision gradually narrowing until it could only contain the old father.

The surrounding scenery seemed to be covered in a layer of misty fog, receding further and further in Cheng Fu’s eyes.

The flash of that bright yellow silk hem fluttering in the wind filled her pupils. The old father’s movements grew slower and slower; his crude and shallow Jianghu street-style techniques became clear to Cheng Fu bit by bit.

Looking closely, the old father’s kung fu was not a mindless brawl, but carried distinct patterns of the martial underworld a type of irregular, wild style.

Wild as it was, it was highly effective for street thugs in a scuffle. Amidst a chaotic mess of hands, feet, and iron bars, using these few moves occasionally could produce miraculous results.

But for a disciple like Cheng Fu, trained by a prominent master like the Wurong Sword Master, such simplistic moves didn’t even require much thought. She could blindly grasp the flaws in his technique through physical intuition alone.

Cheng Fu only needed to strike at will based on feeling to easily deal him a fatal blow.

An opponent so easily defeated seemed unworthy of her focus or attention.

Yet, Cheng Fu was now fully concentrated, as if facing the greatest enemy of her life. Her gaze was as sharp as a blade, coldly and calmly observing every single one of the old father’s moves.

Watching from the side, a nearly imperceptible smile flickered in Yan Li’s eyes.

Exactly so. The greatest essential of the Calming the Waves style is singlemindedness.

“Calming the Waves” had a poetic name, but it was actually just the simplest of slashes, stabs, and parries. It was so simple that even a warrior without professional training could easily mimic eighty or ninety percent of it; it was easy enough for a layman to sneer at.

However, the true “intent” of the move was extreme focus. This was the most fundamental quality every sword cultivator needed to possess.

Some sword cultivators might have mediocre spiritual roots, but the moment they picked up a sword, the piercing solidity in their eyes became unrivaled.

Such a person was born to practice the sword.

With a clang, Cheng Fu remained expressionless as she raised her hand to catch a broom strike. Then, the sword in her hand moved like a swimming snake, tracing a strange path.

Even weirder was that every sweep of the old father’s broom would precisely strike Cheng Fu’s blade, which she had already positioned there a second before. The continuous clang-clang-clang sounded exactly like a coordinated duet of a broom and a triangle.

His face turning livid after a series of failed attacks against Cheng Fu’s sword, the old father roared once more: Yongguan! Get out here and seize this rebellious brat for me!

After the old father’s repeated roars, a servant finally leaped out from within the massive estate. Dressed in black, he flashed behind Cheng Fu with extreme speed and swiftly pressed a finger onto her shoulder.

Cheng Fu suddenly felt the spiritual energy throughout her body being drained away. Her hand abruptly loosened.

The Shutu Sword hit the ground with a dang.

Forced out of her state of extreme concentration, Cheng Fu realized a hidden guard in black had appeared beside her at some unknown point, pinning her shoulder down with a death grip.

Her heart jolted. She tried to gather spiritual energy at her fingertips, only to find that her meridians felt like a dried-up well; she couldn’t extract a single wisp of energy.

A cultivator without spiritual energy as a foundation aside from knowing some cultivation methods was not much different from a commoner.

Realizing this, Cheng Fu actually let out a great sigh of relief.

She suddenly understood that she was currently in the Inner Demon Segment of the realm. This segment could not be resisted using a cultivator’s abilities.

In short, because the examinee’s current actions had deviated from the original content of the inner demon, the Testing Realm had automatically triggered an [Inner Demon Segment] to maintain the scenario’s normal operation.

In this segment, one could not forcibly resist the actions of the Inner Demon Characters.

Yongguan, the guard holding Cheng Fu, cupped his hands to the old father and asked, How shall we handle the Young Master?

The old father extended a hand marked with bulging veins, pointing tremulously at Cheng Fu, his voice raspy: Lock him in his room! For three full days! He is not allowed to take a single step out the door!

Yongguan lowered his brows and replied softly, Yes.

With that, Yongguan pinned Cheng Fu’s hands behind her back and led her back the way they came, like a prisoner.

As they had come through the garden, so they returned.

Cheng Fu submissively relaxed her strength, allowing Yongguan to escort her back to the room.

The corridors wound around, passing several side courtyards along the way. Rockeries were placed in the yards, casting shadows over the faces of both Yongguan and Cheng Fu.

Hidden in the shadows, Yongguan suddenly spoke: Young Master next time do not go to the back garden to practice your sword. If you wish to learn sword moves, you can find me. I know a thing or two about swordsmanship.

Cheng Fu was startled. She hadn’t expected this guard named Yongguan to be quite supportive of the inner demon host’s desire to learn the sword.

Stepping back into the opulent bedroom, Cheng Fu only felt a sense of complicated irony.

She hadn’t even finished exploring the garden before being forcibly sent back to her room. Was that precious danger-free first day going to be wasted just like that?

The more Cheng Fu thought about it, the more depressed she became. She sat at the golden writing desk and poured herself a cup of cold tea.

Yan Li’s ethereal figure had been following like a ghost behind Cheng Fu and Yongguan.

The moment the snow-haired Sword Master entered the bedroom, she saw Cheng Fu drinking tea with a long face. She pursed her lips and said, Do not worry. You simply need to find a way out of this room within three days. There is plenty of time; you won’t be eliminated.

Cheng Fu remained silent. Her Master was clearly trying to comfort her, but once the comfort was spoken, it felt more like she was peddling anxiety.

The female proctor’s voice from the Testing Realm rang out belatedly: Examinee, please find a way to escape the bedroom where the inner demon host is confined within three days. Failure to do so will result in a failing grade.

Clearance Hint: If you can successfully learn the sword within three days, you will be able to use the learned moves to break through the door.

Since it was roughly what Yan Li had just said, Cheng Fu treated the voice as background noise and didn’t pay much attention.

She drained the cold tea in one gulp. Recalling how she had drawn her sword against the old father earlier, her palms suddenly grew sweaty with nerves. She instinctively looked toward Yan Li.

Yan Li tilted her gaze slightly to meet hers.

Before Cheng Fu could speak, Yan Li spoke as if she already knew what Cheng Fu wanted to ask: The sword intent of ‘Calming the Waves’ is very simple, but you understood it thoroughly and executed it wonderfully it is just that your basic skills are still not quite solid.

Cheng Fu nodded. “Master is right.” She then turned her gaze back to the teacup in her hand, falling into a daze.

It was enough that her Master affirmed her grasp of the sword intent. As for the foundation of swordsmanship, that was a skill honed over days and nights; it couldn’t be rushed, so there was no point in overthinking it.

The urgent matter now was to find a way out of this bedroom.

Cheng Fu stood up and walked to the door, giving it a push. The door was tightly shut, no longer opening easily as it had the first time.

She frowned, pinched an Explosion Charm, and pressed it against the door.

A faint green ripple shimmered on the door. The charm didn’t even leave a scratch, vanishing like a stone dropped into the ocean.

In the corner of the bedroom, Yan Li’s eyes darkened slightly.

Stop blasting it. That door cannot be opened by violent means.

Cheng Fu turned around abruptly, only to see that Yan Li had, at some point, sat down right on the bed in the center of the room.

She was flabbergasted. “Master, you you’re just sitting on his bed?

Yan Li: “?”

Seeing her Master’s expression was off, Cheng Fu hurriedly corrected herself: This is a man’s bedroom, Master. Although it technically counts as mine for now, for you to just go up there she stammered for a moment before finishing: It—it violates etiquette. It’s not very proper.

Yan Li lifted her previously lowered eyes, the corners of her lips curling slightly. “Oh? By that logic, would it be ‘proper’ for our Xiao Fu to be on this bed?

Hearing that Our Xiao Fu,” Cheng Fu felt her head swim, floating as if she were drunk. A blush suddenly rushed to her face, and she stammered, Th-that’s different. Anyway, Master, please get off the bed first. This really isn’t good.

Yan Li let out a soft Mhm. I shall do as you say.

Her tone was casual, but if one listened closely, a hint of amusement could be detected.

Cheng Fu rubbed her face messily. She could feel the slight heat on her skin and didn’t know how to hide it, so she just wiped at it with her hands, though it did little good.

Master, I’ll first inspect the layout of this room to find a way to open the door, Cheng Fu threw these words out at high speed and buried her head in an investigation of the golden furniture.

Her gaze was very serious; she didn’t turn back to look at Yan Li again.

Behind Cheng Fu’s back, Yan Li finally let a smile spread across her face silently. The brows of the cold, snow-haired sword master, usually covered in frost, thawed, giving way to a touch of warmth.

After smiling, Yan Li suddenly fell silent again. Her expression hadn’t softened like this in a long time; it felt a bit unfamiliar.

Her expression returned to normal, and she stood up to walk toward Cheng Fu.

Cheng Fu was rummaging through cabinets and drawers. The golden light in the room was truly too dazzling; she had to close her eyes every once in a while to rest them.

As she was resting her eyes, she heard Yan Li’s voice behind her again: I will help you.

Cheng Fu was so startled that the gold key in her hand fell to the floor with a clack.

She turned around stiffly, caught between laughter and tears. Master, I know it might be a bit lonely for you here, but you can watch the footage of other examinees. You don’t have to stay by my side the whole time.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want Yan Li to act with her, but as a proctor, Yan Li personally helping her find clues was no different from cheating.

As Cheng Fu thought of this, her scalp tingled. Why was the progression of things getting weirder and weirder? She was the student, and the proctor was actively helping her find clues to pass. It felt like the “Useless Little Wife of the Sexy Proctor.

Thinking such vulgar thoughts, she immediately broke out in goosebumps.

Behind her, Yan Li’s voice rose again: Are you trying to drive me away?

Cheng Fu:

Cheng Fu turned to look at Yan Li, who was standing straight behind her, and suddenly felt Why does Master look a bit aggrieved?

She shook her head, dispelling the strange thoughts. What reason would her Master have to be aggrieved with her? The greatest taboo in life is being over-sentimental.

Thus, Cheng Fu followed her lead, crouched down to pick up the gold key she had dropped from the shock, and said as she stood back up, I didn’t mean it that way.

Yan Li gave a soft Mhm and followed up naturally, Then we shall do it together.

Cheng Fu remained silent.

She actually didn’t mean it that way either.