It Turns Out The Master's Wife Is Actually Me [GL] - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The so-called Sword Intent Field refers to a specialized aura formed after a sword cultivator’s intent has been refined and tempered over a long period. It lingers around the cultivator year-round, possessing the power to invisibly assimilate the Daoist Intent of others.

In battle, a cultivator with a weak will can easily fall prey to these unique and powerful Sword Intent Fields. Once trapped within another’s intent, one’s Dao heart becomes disordered, leading to a crushing defeat and a total loss of the ability to retaliate.

For a sword cultivator to derive their own Sword Intent, it is usually a feat achieved only after reaching the Spirit Severing (Huashen) stage. In the last three thousand years, only one person Sword Venerable Wurong was known to have manifested a unique Sword Intent at that stage.

Xin Yunze was exceptionally gifted. At the age of twenty-six, he was already at the peak of the Golden Core (Jindan) stage, earning him the envy and awe of his peers. However, in the face of such a condensed and powerful Sword Intent Field, Xin Yunze knew he didn’t stand a ghost of a chance.

His gaze suddenly sharpened. He slowly placed his palm on the hilt of his sword, taking a cautious, combative stance. On the surface, he remained steady, but internally, his mind was already trembling the Sword Intent Field was still a distance away, yet the diffusing pressure weighed heavily on his heart. For a sword cultivator, the greatest taboos are an unfocused mind, a wavering will, and an unstable Dao heart.

The next moment, a cold yet strangely gentle breeze of sword-wind brushed back his bangs. Xin Yunze froze, his eyes widening as a strand of snow-white hair drifted into his field of vision.

Then came a face of cold, breathtaking beauty. Below that, the smooth, elegant lines of her shoulders and neck.

A female sword cultivator with such a powerful Sword Intent Field.

He immediately lowered his head, nimbly releasing the energy gathered in his palm. He performed a flawless disciple’s salute, his voice trembling with an irrepressible mix of tension and excitement: Dis Disciple Xin Yunze pays his respects to the Sword Venerable!

Yan Li glanced at him and gave a slight nod. Her expression remained as indifferent as ever, but her brows were slightly furrowed as she looked into the distance. Her voice was flat, without a ripple: Purple Thunder has fallen on the back mountain; I am here to investigate. If there is nothing else, leave quickly to avoid complications.

Xin Yunze nodded frantically, affirming his departure several times. After offering two more respectful bows, he turned and hurried away. His pace was much lighter than when he arrived; his face beamed with joy, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

Seeing a friend in the distance, he ran up to him eagerly. Zilu! Guess who I met today? I saw the Sword Venerable on the back mountain! Yes, yes Wurong! I met Sword Venerable Wurong, and she even spoke to me first.

Yan Li did not look back at the male disciple who had wandered into the lightning-strike zone. Her dark eyes remained deep, her gaze fixed intently on a thicket of bushes behind a cold pond.

The cause of the Purple Thunder, Cheng Fu, was completely oblivious to the mini-fan meeting that had just occurred nearby. At this moment, she was in agony. She had been crouching in the bushes for half an hour; her back ached, and her eyes were glazed over.

Rubbing her ears, which were still clogged with dried blood, she asked resentfully, How much longer? My back is about to snap. Does creating a ‘karmic connection’ require me to stay motionless for this long?

068 replied in its flat, monotonous tone: The talisman must be strictly aligned with the world’s coordinates to ensure it takes effect; otherwise, the tool’s efficacy cannot be guaranteed. Thank you for your hard work, Host.

Cheng Fu tilted her head to the side, looking utterly soul-dead. Just then, the talisman at her waist flashed. She looked up in surprise, and in the next second, the bushes in front of her were sliced clean off.

Cheng Fu stiffly moved her head back, scrambled to her feet, and collided with the gaze of the very person she had been pining for: the great beauty, Yan Li!

Yan Li clearly hadn’t expected to see Cheng Fu here either. Her expression remained unchanged, but she lowered her gaze to stare directly at Cheng Fu. Her voice was even colder and deeper than before: The terrain here is treacherous, and the spiritual energy is violent and lawless. Even the disciples of the academy cannot stay here for long.

“There are many scratches on your clothes. Have you been in the back mountain for a while? Yan Li’s speech quickened, taking on a pressing, aggressive tone.

Facing Yan Li’s hawk-like gaze, Cheng Fu felt the nervous guilt of a thief caught red-handed. She unconsciously smoothed the hem of her clothes and gave a dry laugh. I was quite interested in your academy’s back mountain. I was just taking a stroll and unexpectedly wound up in this bone-chilling place. I was just wondering how to get out.

Yan Li looked at her, neither believing nor denying her story.

Cheng Fu swallowed nervously. Yan Li was taller than her, and her combat power was ridiculously high. When a person like that stares at you with a cold face and says nothing, the pressure is absolute.

After a long, awkward silence, Yan Li finally looked away. She said calmly, Setting aside how you got here I am quite interested in you. Let’s talk about your situation.

Cheng Fu was startled and looked up at Yan Li. Her situation?

Yan Li didn’t give her much time to think. Looking at your bone age, are you eighteen?

“Yes,” Cheng Fu nodded, answering tensely.

Cultivation level at the early Golden Core stage?

Yes.

And you have a restriction on your body?

Cheng Fu’s hand jerked, and the storage pouch she had been gripping tightly fell to the ground. Her eyes went wide, and her mind went blank. Yan Li could see even that at a single glance?

Ignoring Cheng Fu’s reaction, Yan Li coldly asked several more questions. Within a few sentences, she had laid bare Cheng Fu’s entire history. Cheng Fu’s fingers curled slightly; she felt a chill. Yan Li recounted her origins and cultivation methods one by one, and every detail was accurate. She gave Cheng Fu no chance to argue, listing them off regardless of whether Cheng Fu admitted to them.

Under this barrage of questions, Cheng Fu finally looked up and threw out her first question: Who exactly are you?

Yan Li replied without hesitation, Did I not already tell you my name?. She paused, then frowned. Never mind. Having grown up among the Shark race, it’s not surprising you don’t know the ways of the world.

Yan Li’s expression was calm as she looked directly into Cheng Fu’s eyes. I am Sword Venerable Wurong, the First Sword of the Five Spiritual Realms. Do you understand now?”

Cheng Fu’s eyes went vacant. Not being a native, she didn’t quite grasp the weight of the name “Sword Venerable Wurong.” However, she did know what the Five Spiritual Realms were. First Sword of the Five Spiritual Realms didn’t that mean the person in front of her was basically a world-champion level figure?

While she was still dazed, she heard Yan Li speak again. Who is your master?

Cheng Fu hesitated for a moment but answered, The Shark Immortal, Bai Hen.” Since her background had already been exposed, there was no point in hiding it.

Yan Li’s face remained as steady as a mountain, but Cheng Fu felt that she didn’t seem particularly happy at that moment.

Another silence fell. Suddenly, Yan Li’s eyes darkened. She raised her hand as if about to draw her sword. Cheng Fu gasped in shock, but her hand was suddenly gripped by Yan Li’s long, strong fingers.

Yan Li’s voice was low, and she spoke each word with crystal clarity: Betray your sect. I will take you as my disciple.

Even with Cheng Fu’s decent psychological resilience, her mind was still reeling as she followed Yan Li down the path. She lowered her eyes, replaying their conversation. Why did Yan Li suddenly want to take her as a disciple?

Dazed, she asked 068 in her mind, Is this Fate Talisman really not a ‘Wish Fulfillment’ talisman? Yan Li is actually taking me as a disciple just like that?

068’s voice replied, Of course not. Its only function is to create a connection between characters. The current result is likely related to hidden information about the body you are currently inhabiting.

068’s words pulled her floating thoughts back to reality. During that interrogation earlier, Yan Li had made no effort to hide her purpose. It felt more like she was confirming something.

The sky grew darker. The bitter snow already obscured her vision, and the dim light made everything even more blurry and confusing. After saying she would take her as a disciple, Yan Li had told Cheng Fu to follow her. However, Yan Li walked fast and had no intention of slowing down for her new cheap disciple. Cheng Fu had to struggle to keep up from a distance.

In the gloom, she found it difficult to discern Yan Li’s figure. Suddenly, a gentle warmth brushed against her eyes, and her night vision and sight improved drastically. Cheng Fu blinked and saw that Yan Li had stopped ahead to look back at her.

Through the hazy snow, Yan Li’s expression was unreadable. She turned and continued walking without looking back, her pace as swift as ever. Her voice pierced through the wind: With visibility this low, didn’t you think to cover your eyes with spiritual energy?

Cheng Fu folded her hands sheepishly, unable to answer. She couldn’t exactly say she was a fake occupying someone else’s body and hadn’t learned how to use her own spells or spiritual energy yet.

They walked a bit longer, turning several times near the mountain peak, until Yan Li’s private palace appeared before them. Yan Li’s figure quickly vanished through the doors. Cheng Fu stared at the magnificent palace gates for a moment before following her inside.

Following Yan Li’s lead, the two entered the front hall. Instead of heading for the main seat, Yan Li found a carved wooden chair and sat down. Her expression suddenly became solemn. Seeing Yan Li’s serious face, Cheng Fu became nervous too.

Is she about to say something important?

As the Sword Venerable’s disciple, Cheng Fu was mentally prepared. The disciple of the First Sword of the Five Spiritual Realms would surely have to shoulder responsibilities beyond the ordinary; that was only natural. She straightened her posture and looked at Yan Li solemnly, waiting for the cold female sword venerable to give her instructions.

Then, they stared at each other in silence for a full seven minutes.

Yan Li’s stoic expression began to crack. Finally, she spoke: Did you not see the teapot on the table? You want to join my sect, and you won’t even serve me tea?

Cheng Fu: Right. Of course.

She respectfully poured a bowl of tea, lowered her head, and presented it to Yan Li with both hands. As soon as Yan Li took it, Cheng Fu followed the lines she had seen in countless xianxia dramas and said seriously, Master is above; please accept your disciple’s bow. She then bowed deeply.

Yan Li’s brow smoothed over. She took a sip of the hot tea and waved her hand. It’s fine. I don’t care much for these empty formalities. Get up.

Cheng Fu: “?” If you don’t care about them, why did you make me serve tea?

Seeing her silence, Yan Li likely guessed what she was thinking. She drained the tea in one gulp and said solemnly, My throat was dry, and I simply wanted a cup of tea. Since you have taken me as your master, you must be sharper and learn to read my cues.

Cheng Fu remained silent. With that ice-cold face, can Yan Li even give a proper cue?

Yan Li leaned back lazily against the chair. Her cold features were softened by the warm glow of the candlelight. Cheng Fu glanced at Yan Li’s loose, snow-white hair and lowered her gaze. She suddenly felt that the Yan Li bathed in this dim yellow light was a different person from the snow-haired sword cultivator who had saved her with a swing of her blade.

Yan Li slowly closed her eyes, then raised her hand and hooked her fingertip in the air. Under the candlelight, a long sword with a dark scabbard and ancient patterns floated before Cheng Fu, propelled by spiritual energy.

Cheng Fu took it respectfully with both hands as Yan Li spoke slowly, word by word:

Few dharma cultivators practice the sword. But I remember there was once a water-type dharma cultivator who manipulated the sword with spells, bringing sword techniques to a kind of ultimate peak.

“In my view, her Sword Intent was purer and more solid than that of most sword cultivators. Many mundane sword-wielders dreamed of comparing themselves to her, but it was nothing more than a pipe dream.

Hearing this, Cheng Fu couldn’t help but ask, Master, did you take me in because you want to train a second version of her?

Yan Li sat up straight and gave her a look that was half a smile. I have no interest in that kind of ‘stand-in’ training.