The White Fox Master's Dragon Disciple Won't Stop Chasing Him - Chapter 3

Accompanied by that piercing shriek, the cool and collected little fox simply closed its eyes once more, flicked its tail, coiled around itself, and continued to sleep soundly.

As for the foolish dragon who had just been bitten, he stared blankly at his own fingertip, let out a low chuckle, and used the tip of his tongue to lick away the blood staining his thumb.

Then, he materialized a strip of silk before his eyes and recorded using demonic energy upon it: “Shizun bit disciple twice; must seek repayment.”

Upon waking from the jade bed, Yunzhou could sense that transforming back into human form was only a matter of time. After a day of heavy slumber, Immortal Lord Yunzhou had recovered a fraction of his energy and vigor.

Shi An no longer restricted him, allowing him to move about freely, though he was not permitted to leave the boundaries of the dwelling.

Alas, his treasure-filled dwelling was simply too vast. Shi An had initially assumed that since Shizun had just recovered and his vision had yet to heal though he could rely on sound and spatial awareness to navigate he would merely wander around nearby. Yet, try as he might, he could not find him anywhere.

If he couldn’t still sense Shizun’s aura within the barrier, he probably would have turned the caverns outside the dwelling upside down just to find him; he could not afford to let anything happen to Shizun.

Having anticipated this scenario from the outset, he had even cleared away all the surrounding birds and beasts.

At this moment, however, a white fox perched upon a crepe myrtle tree was lazily licking its paws. Yunzhou had already recovered to the early stage of the Deity Transformation realm. Although he still could not see, he could still feel the refreshing breeze sweeping across his face and the hurried footsteps approaching.

Earlier, Yunzhou had stumbled around this area, caught the fragrance of flowers, and groped his way up the floral tree. With the gentle breeze carrying a sweet scent, it was thoroughly pleasant.

Hearing his increasingly bold disciple searching for him in such a hurried manner, a wave of mischief surged within him, and he wanted to see just how long it would take for Shi An to track him down.

Shi An had already circled around several times, feeling the urge to inspect every single piled-up rock on the off chance that a Shizun was hiding behind it.

After searching for a long while, he naturally realized that Shizun was once again hiding and waiting for him to find him. He was truly as fond of playing games as ever.

Perhaps guided by a subtle intuition, his gaze locked onto that tree of crepe myrtles. The blossoms were pure white and drifted down continuously, perfectly and faintly masking that fluffy white tail which was so plush it couldn’t be tucked away no matter how hard he tried.

Standing in the gentle breeze, watching that leisurely, swaying fox tail, a soft smile inevitably crept into Shi An’s eyes.

He strode forward quickly, reached out to grab the fox tail though not daring to use too much strength out of worry that the white fox might struggle, tumble down, and hurt himself and used his other hand to steady the fox’s body, lifting him down from the tree.

Shi An let out a soft sigh. In the eyes of outsiders, his Shizun always maintained an aloof and cold demeanor.

Actually, it wasn’t that Shizun deliberately wanted to put on airs; it was simply that his appearance was cold and detached, framed by flowing white hair secured with a white-gold crown. He wore a sweeping, magnificent outer robe of moon-white interlaced with Dishi blue, featuring dark patterned clouds and iridescent color-halos, with delicate gold thread embroidered along the collar.

Upon his forehead rested a pale golden celestial mark, his phoenix eyes brimming with fine, brilliant light, and a faint smile curving his lips. He projected an air of cool, easygoing grace, yet remained as distant and unapproachable as the bright moon or a clear mist.

It was only during the major council meetings within the sect that Shizun was required to make an appearance, or when they encountered unruly beasts too difficult to handle and requested Shizun to deal with them. On occasions that were overly formal, Shizun had no need to voice his own opinions; he simply sat quietly and watched the others argue.

Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, Immortal Lord Yunzhou was cool, elegant, yet detached.

When he had first transformed into his original form, curling up in a corner, and been scooped up by both hands to be carried back, Shi An had been struck with wonder at first sight, yet he had also felt a sense of awe, believing that because Shizun was aloof and refined, he must surely be stern and rigid. But that ultimately turned out to be a misconception of his own making.

After Shizun brought him back, he had cheerfully pulled him along to get him acquainted with the layout leaving him momentarily stunned before pulling an enormous stack of mental cultivation methods and sword manuals from goodness knows where, sorting them by category, and handing them to him stage by stage. He could also roughly recall the instructions given afterward.

What he could never forget, however, was how Shizun, after watching him finish memorizing them, had lazily drawled, “Today, you should first familiarize yourself with this place; tomorrow, dig up something interesting for your Shizun to look at. For now, this master is going to go take a nap.”

Perhaps it was Shizun’s relaxed nature, or perhaps it was because his vibrant, ethereal charm contrasted so sharply with the rumors of his merciless and unfeeling heart, that made the youth realize his Shizun might just be an interesting person after all.