Chapter 949

What I mean is, if you're willing, come be the master of the White Tiger Academy.

Ye Qingran froze. Indeed, she hadn't misheard just now.

As expected, the Sword God bears a grudge! Otherwise, how could he say such an insane thing?

Ye Qingran quickly reached that conclusion.

It must be because he disliked that she gave him too little wine last time and is holding a grudge! Otherwise, she couldn't think of any other reason.

Not only Ye Qingran was stunned; the academy disciples and even the elders present were the same.

The White Tiger Palace Master's corpse was still warm, yet the Sword God senior immediately, right before his body, threw out an olive branch to Ye Qingran.

But she's one of the masters of the Four Spirit Academies of the Wànlíng Xuégōng—such an exalted position—while Ye Qingran is merely a lowly sweeping maid; does she deserve it?

Even setting aside her status, Ye Qingran's age and experience are simply far too lacking.

Of course, everyone only dared to think it in their hearts; no one dared say it aloud, after all, Lou Ting had just been killed by the Sword God senior and hadn't even cooled yet—they didn't want to follow in his footsteps.

"What do you think of this proposal?" the Sword God said again.

Just when everyone thought Ye Qingran would surely not miss such a great opportunity, she finally stated her position.

I refuse!

Is it that her days aren't leisurely enough? Or that sweeping work isn't easy enough?

What does she want with the identity of the White Tiger Palace Master?

Is she after more trouble? Is she after something that won't give her peace of mind?

What serious illness has she caught, to go looking for trouble when she has nothing to do?

She just wants to be a lazy salted fish, not do some pointless master's job!

Good heavens, she actually refused!

Someone couldn't believe it.

That's the master of the White Tiger Academy!

Such an identity, even placed in the entire Spirit Realm, is an existence of supreme nobility, yet Ye Qingran refused without even thinking.

Ye Qingran's response was too straightforward; those who didn't know thought they weren't letting her become a noble master, but sending her to die. Wanqi Zifeng's mouth twitched, he was speechless—this was still the first time he'd seen someone refuse to become the White Tiger Palace Master without a second thought.

The Sword God, however, merely curled his lips; it wasn't too surprising—Ye Qingran's answer was within his expectations.

"What's the rush to refuse? Is this position going to get you killed or what?" the Sword God said irritably.

Ye Qingran gave a White Eye, thinking, isn't that exactly the case?

The Sword God, unwilling to give up, said, "Go back and think it over; I'll hold this position for you for now."

Ye Qingran wanted to say, really there's no need! She was certain she would never agree, but seeing how insistent the Sword God was, she reluctantly agreed to let him consider it.

Somewhere in the academy.

Ling Qiye, can you not follow me?

Qiqi, you need to get used to it, because from now on we'll be together every day.

Every day with Ling Qiye?

Lu Qiqi closed her eyes; just imagining that scene made her feel suffocated.

Lu Qiqi turned around and pleaded, "Can't I, during this time at the Wànlíng Xuégōng, have more personal space of my own?!"

Ling Qiye raised his brow, noncommittal.

Just as Lu Qiqi was on the verge of breaking down, a voice reached her ears.

Badao?!

When she heard that voice, Lu Qiqi's spine stiffened as if her acupoints had been sealed; her pupils contracted sharply, and deep shock welled up in her eyes.

That voice…

She would never forget it, for it had long been etched into her soul.

Yun Zhonghe!

He found her?!

When Ling Qiye saw Yun Zhonghe, a faint glint flashed in his eyes: "Qiqi, is this your friend?"

Lu Qiqi didn't know how to answer.

At that moment, she dared not turn around, for she didn't know how to face Yun Zhonghe!

Badao, I know it's you—I've finally found you!

Yun Zhonghe didn't move, standing there, a relieved smile appearing on his face.

The crimson blood rainbow within him surged, constantly reminding him that the woman with her back to him before him was undoubtedly Lu Badao.

Qiqi, won't you say hello?

Lu Qiqi trembled all over; before she could say anything, Ling Qiye grabbed her shoulder and forcibly turned her toward Yun Zhonghe.

Lu Qiqi hesitated for a moment, then slowly lifted her head; in her gaze was reflected that silhouette.

It really is him!

He stood a few zhang away, dressed simply, just like his personality.

After not seeing each other for a while, he had grown thinner, yet still could not hide his outstanding temperament and handsome features.

Lu Qiqi's lips trembled slightly, and the hand in her sleeve clenched tightly into a fist.

Heaven knows how much she missed him.

She really wanted to throw herself into his embrace to feel his warmth!

"Qiqi, won't you introduce him?" Ling Qiye's voice, like a ghost, whispered into her ear; a flash of terror shot from Lu Qiqi's feet up to her Heavenly Spirit Cover, as if she'd been doused from head to toe with icy water, instantly chilling her to the core.

No, she couldn't acknowledge Yun Zhonghe, let alone admit their relationship!

"Who, who are you? I don't know you!" she finally managed to find her voice, yet she spoke the most insincere words.

Yun Zhonghe raised his sword eyebrows, shook his head slightly, and a faint curve lingered at the corner of his lips, "Badao, you've been playing for so long—aren't you tired yet?"

His tone was thick with indulgence.

The gentleness in his eyes was like a warm candlelight, constantly bewitching her, this fragile moth.

"What Badao? I don't go by that name!" Lu Badao turned his face slightly aside, not daring to meet Yun Zhonghe's gaze.

Yun Zhonghe ignored Ling Qiye, not even glancing at him, as if he were an insignificant passerby.

He stepped toward Lu Qiqi, saying, "Badao, stop messing around."