Chapter 151: The Bootlicking Immortal Lord Who Wants to Live Off a Woman.17

And so, under Shen Xiuyan’s watchful gaze, the two of them stiffly continued eating the fruits in their hands.

Neither dared to be the first to refuse.

One after another, they kept eating, until both of them felt they absolutely couldn’t eat another bite.

In just this short time, the Spiritual Energy surging through their bodies was nearly equivalent to what they’d gain from a whole month of cultivation…

Not to mention, if these fruits were converted into Spirit Stones, the cost would be astronomical.

If the Ancestral Master decided to charge them later, even with Elder Su’s wealth, he probably couldn’t afford it…

As Su Mingyue debated how to bring this up, she couldn’t help but let out a burp.

*“Hic~”* The moment the sound escaped, all three of them froze.

When Su Mingyue realized the sound had come from her own mouth, her face flushed bright red.

Great. First day at Heaven-Reaching Peak, and she’d already left a terrible impression on the Ancestral Master.

Su Mingyue, could your luck be any worse…

Shen Xiuyan couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Feeling full already?”

Su Mingyue nodded sheepishly. “We had a meal before coming…”

Shen Xiuyan nodded in understanding. “Then don’t force yourself. Just toss the one in your hand.”

Toss it???

Su Mingyue looked at the half-eaten fruit in her hand, then back at Shen Xiuyan.

Embarrassed, she asked, “Ancestral Master, since it’s going to be thrown away anyway… could I take it back with me?”

She wanted to bring it back for her father—he definitely wouldn’t mind if it was half-eaten.

Shen Xiuyan nodded. “If you want it, take it. Here, take these untouched ones too.”

With a wave of his sleeve, the fruits on the table floated over to Su Mingyue.

“N-no, Ancestral Master, really, I don’t need them. Just this one is enough. Please, put the rest away.”

It was their first meeting, after all. No matter how kind the Ancestral Master seemed, Su Mingyue didn’t dare overstep her bounds. She was already feeling anxious.

Seeing her reaction, Shen Xiuyan didn’t press further. Everything in due time. If Mingyue didn’t want to take them now, so be it.

She’d be coming here every day anyway—he could just feed her then.

Shen Xiuyan nodded. “Alright, I’ll put them away.”

With a gentle flick of his sleeve, the fruits on the table vanished.

Su Mingyue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ning Cui absentmindedly finished the last bite of her fruit. Staring at the now-empty table, her expression went completely blank.

She could confirm one thing: the Ancestral Master didn’t even see her.

She was being treated like air…

Why didn’t he ask if she wanted more?

Ancestral Master, something’s seriously wrong with you!

Seeing that Ning Cui had finished too, Su Mingyue quickly pulled her up. “Then we’ll be off now.”

Shen Xiuyan interrupted, “Wait. Since you’re full, you should go rest for the day.”

Su Mingyue blinked in confusion.

Shen Xiuyan smiled gently. “Exercising right after eating isn’t good for the body.”

Su Mingyue stifled a laugh. The Ancestral Master was really something. They were cultivators—how could they be that delicate? Did he think they were fragile mortals?

She patted her chest with a grin. “We’re strong and healthy, no worries!”

Shen Xiuyan’s eyes held a soft, indulgent smile. “Be good. Go on back.”

Ning Cui tugged at Su Mingyue’s sleeve, signaling her to just go.

When the Ancestral Master made a decision, it was best not to go against it.

Su Mingyue nodded. “Then your disciple takes her leave.”

“Go on.” As Shen Xiuyan spoke, the flying boat that had brought them up the mountain that morning reappeared.

It wobbled cheerfully in front of them, clearly urging them to get on.

The two girls glanced at the Ancestral Master. With his nod of approval, they stepped onto the boat.

In the blink of an eye, the flying boat vanished.

They had assumed it would simply take them back down the mountain, but instead of descending, it soared across the sky.

Starting from Heaven-Reaching Peak, it swiftly weaved through the Thirty-Two Peaks. Judging by its direction, it seemed to be heading straight for Biluo Peak.

At the base of Sword Forest Peak, a disciple cried out in surprise, “What’s that?!”

Others turned to look. “Whoa, damn, that’s one dazzling flying boat!”

None of them had ever seen this flying boat before, but it was fast—so fast that it vanished above Sword Forest Peak in the blink of an eye.

One disciple muttered in disbelief, “Master just spent a fortune setting up a new barrier. Not even our own sect members can get through easily—how did that flying boat just pass through like it was nothing…”

“It’s not just our peak! It’s heading toward Graceful Peak now. Their barrier is even more complex, but that thing just zipped right in like the wards weren’t even there…”

The senior disciple of Sword Forest Peak looked grim. “No good. Something big might be happening.”

He quickly barked out orders. “Nie Fenghua, Funiu Shan—you, go report to the Sect Leader. You, go inform Master. Hurry! No mistakes!”

“Yes, sir!”

Scenes like this played out above many of the peaks. One after another, uneasy disciples rushed toward the Sect Leader’s residence.

The Sect Leader was alarmed. Something major was happening across the Thirty-Two Peaks.

They’d been at peace for hundreds of years—no one had dared cause trouble. Who was this reckless fool? And why did he feel a little excited about it?

But then again, that didn’t make sense. With the Ancestral Master overseeing the Thirty-Two Peaks, who would dare stir up trouble?

Were they tired of living? Or just insane?

Over at Biluo Peak, Elder Su was the first to receive transmissions from the elders of various peaks.

His expression turned serious as he monitored the situation closely.

Soon, he too saw the flying boat—and just as the elders had said, it was no ordinary artifact.

As he picked up his Communication Talisman to inform the Sect Leader of the boat’s movements, he suddenly noticed it wasn’t flying away.

In the span of a single breath, the boat plummeted rapidly—and in the next instant, it was right in front of him.

The suddenness of it all left Elder Su momentarily stunned.

What the—? The flying boat landed?

Who was on board?

Was this a vendetta? A robbery?

He secretly formed a hand seal and whispered into the Communication Talisman, “Sect Leader, help! The flying boat stopped at my place—come quick…?”

Wait a minute—weren’t the two people stepping off the flying vessel his daughter and disciple?

So it was just a false alarm. He spoke into the still-active Communication Talisman, “No need to come over. The ones on the flying vessel are Mingyue and Ning Cui…”

Sect Leader: “???”

“What? What did you say? What’s going on—”

Before he could finish, Elder Su cut off the communication.

The Sect Leader was left completely baffled, exchanging confused looks with the disciples below.

“You all stay here. I’ll go take a look.” With a wave of his hand, the Sect Leader mounted his sword and flew off.

As Su Mingyue and Ning Cui disembarked from the flying vessel, they saw Elder Su hurrying toward them.

Su Mingyue, thinking something had happened, quickly asked, “Father, what’s wrong?”

Elder Su’s eyes swept over the flying vessel in front of him. “This… this is?”

Su Mingyue smiled and explained, “This is the Ancestral Master’s flying vessel. He sent it to bring us back.”

The news was so shocking that Elder Su was left speechless for a long moment.

“The Ancestral Master even sent his flying vessel for you?” he muttered in a daze. “The Ancestral Master is… surprisingly kind.”

Wait, what was he even thinking right now?

He should be asking about the flying vessel first. “Good heavens, just one look and you can tell this artifact is no ordinary item—must be at least high-grade.”

No, that still didn’t make sense. If it were only high-grade, this vessel wouldn’t be able to move so freely through the Thirty-Two Peaks.