Chapter 80: The Magical Bitter Willow Peak

Passing through the sea of clouds, the green mountains and clear waters, the red flowers and green trees below gradually became clear, a sight that made one feel refreshed and relaxed.

And Nangong Liliuo's white cloth magical artifact, shrinking and rolling, swaying and wobbling, descended toward...

A withered yellow stone peak.

Landing on a barren hillside, the loose gravel underfoot was somewhat uncomfortable; all around was nothing but scattered rocks and mounds of dirt.

Nangong Liliuo looked at Heng Xian with sparkling eyes: "Surprised? Unexpected?"

Holy crap!

It was indeed very unexpected.

Heng Xian couldn't help but say: "Are you messing with me?"

"As a teacher, I am a role model, how could I mess with you?" Nangong Liliuo pointed at the surrounding peaks, "Isn't it beautiful with green mountains and clear waters, a wonderful land for cultivation?"

"May I ask what the surroundings have to do with this peak?" Heng Xian asked.

Nangong Liliuo scratched her nose: "Rounding it up, isn't it all the same? Why be so calculating at such a young age?"

Heng Xian could no longer endure it: "You actually know about rounding up? I used to play 18-person parties back home; does that mean, rounding up, I've also 'partied' with you?"

Nangong Liliuo's eyes lit up: "If you really have such thoughts, let's be a couple. Teaching a disciple and all that is so troublesome!"

Heng Xian was silent.

Damn it! I spend all day hunting geese, only to run into such a bizarre goose; she's so shameless I can't even handle her!

Could it be that the Tianyuan Sect didn't think much of me and just sent some mentally unstable female loser to fob me off?

"I request to become an inner sect disciple!" Heng Xian said seriously.

Nangong Liliuo casually draped her arm around his neck, looking like a buddy: "Just a joke, don't get excited. You should know the principle that since ancient times, a woman does not serve two husbands, and a loyal subject does not serve two masters.

Once you enter the Tianyuan Sect, you are a disciple of the Tianyuan Sect; once you enter my Bitter Willow Peak, you are a true transmission disciple of my Bitter Willow Peak!

A good son doesn't mind an ugly mother. Since you're here, don't be picky. Isn't life always like this? Once you get used to it, it's all the same!"

Heng Xian looked at her: "Holy crap! Your argument has absolutely no persuasive power!"

Nangong Liliuo thought for a moment: "... For example, you have a beautiful, invincible master, plus a pretty senior sister, and a loyal and honest senior brother!

From now on, the whole peak is under your control? Isn't this... enough to attract you?"

"There are only the three of you on the entire peak?" Heng Xian grasped the main point and asked in surprise.

Nangong Liliuo picked her nose: "There used to be over three thousand people, but later, that traitorous vice-peak master and I had conflicting philosophies. Everyone went their separate ways, and he took the disciples and ran off. After running back and forth, this is all that's left."

Heng Xian said seriously: "I still insist on becoming an inner sect disciple!"

Nangong Liliuo narrowed her eyes: "Kid! Not only can I teach you spells to make things bigger, various sword techniques, and profound cultivation methods,

Most importantly, I am the lover of the Sect Master, and my relationship with that old scoundrel Ku Qing of the Qianyuan Peak is also unclear.

These are all connections you can rely on for survival in the future. Think about the stakes involved!"

Damn it! Are these shameless things really worth bragging about?

Heng Xian took a deep breath. He couldn't escape, so he might as well settle for the status of a true transmission disciple; the Sect Master's lover is a decent background: "Fine, I'll give the Sect Master some face and stay!"

Nangong Liliuo's expression softened, and she waved her sleeve: "That's more like it. Follow your master to the Immortal Hall of my Bitter Willow Peak!"

The two walked one after the other toward the depths of the peak. Everything in sight was barren, no better than land that had been raked over.

Nangong Liliuo said proudly as she walked: "Don't underestimate this peak. It used to be called White Angelica Peak, which was so tacky!

Later, I spent a massive amount of effort to transplant a ten-thousand-year-old divine tree that can bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh and bones, so I renamed it Bitter Willow Peak!

I don't know how many people came here for the Bitter Willow, and from then on, this place became prosperous!"

Heng Xian looked around and saw no one, nor even half a tree: "Where is the Bitter Willow?"

Nangong Liliuo pointed to a tall, bare tree stump not far away with two crows standing on it: "There! It's a bit bald, but for the sake of your senior brother and sister's cultivation,

I had no choice. The leaves and branches are all money.

Of course, for the sake of your cultivation in the future, I will also spare no effort. Don't worry!"

Heng Xian couldn't be bothered to reply.

After walking twenty miles on the stones, a small courtyard of brick and tile houses appeared ahead.

The courtyard wall was made of randomly inserted tree branches, and the houses were built with homemade bricks and tiles, some leaning crookedly, not knowing if they could withstand the next storm.

The style of the entire house was very wild.

Nangong Liliuo pointed at the house: "The Immortal Hall of my Bitter Willow Peak has arrived!"

Heng Xian, who was preparing to take a detour, stopped: "You call this... an Immortal Hall?"

Nangong Liliuo nodded, looking serious: "Exactly! As a practitioner, one should cultivate in hardship and not be greedy for the prosperity of the mortal world!

You and I, master and disciple, living in seclusion here, I don't know how many others envy us!"

Saying this, she waved her sleeve and entered the courtyard.

Heng Xian looked around and had no choice but to follow.

Entering the middle tile house, the moment the door was pushed open, a faint smell of decay was detected.

The entire room was piled with broken tables and chairs, pill furnaces, magical artifacts, and torn clothes; there were even a few stomach-protectors hanging on the table legs, swaying.

Nangong Liliuo looked a bit shy: "The home is poor, just sit anywhere!"

Heng Xian searched around before finding a small stool that was barely passable, blew off the dust, and sat down: "I think there's a difference between being poor and being lazy!"

Nangong Liliuo rolled her eyes: "It's as if being diligent makes cultivation faster. I'm just working hard at cultivation and have no time!"

Before Heng Xian could answer, she leaned closer and crossed her long legs: "Let's reintroduce ourselves! I, the number one peerless beauty and number one expert of the Tianyuan Sect, Nangong Liliuo, a terrifying Yuan Dan Great Perfection cultivator.

You, Heng Xian from Donglan City, Chu State, a vassal of the Great Zhou Empire, Qi Hai Realm First Tier. No problem, right?"

Heng Xian hesitated for a moment: "You're only at the Yuan Dan Great Perfection? Your title as the number one expert is a bit too watered down, isn't it?"

"Don't mention those unimportant things!" Nangong Liliuo said: "From today on, you and I are officially master and disciple. We don't ask to be born on the same day, but we ask to die on the same day!

Ceremony complete! Ahem, originally we should have set up eight or ten tables, invited some friends and relatives, and held an apprenticeship ceremony, after all, it's a true transmission!

But I feel those formalities are too long-winded and petty, better to just pay in cash!"

After finishing, she reached out her hand.

Heng Xian was surprised: "What for?"

Nangong Liliuo widened her eyes: "Give me money! You look so handsome, you wouldn't even understand this little rule, would you?

Not giving tuition for apprenticeship is no different from a scumbag abandoning his wife. You wouldn't be that kind of person, would you?"

Heng Xian shook his head cleanly and neatly: "No, my family is poor, I didn't bring money when I went out!"

There were tens of millions of spirit crystals in his storage bag, but this thing couldn't be touched casually!

At least he couldn't let the woman in front of him know!

Nangong Liliuo frowned: "Then there's no fun. Your true transmission disciple robes and identity jade token all cost money. You wouldn't have the heart to make me pay for it myself, would you?

You are so heartless, it's hard for us to play happily!"

Heng Xian put on a bitter and deep look, took out eighty or ninety medium-quality spirit crystals: "Fine, that's all, my entire fortune, as an apprenticeship gift. If it's not enough, I'm going down the mountain!"

Nangong Liliuo's eyes lit up: "So stingy, not even giving a hundred, but fine, that's it!"

She swept up the spirit crystals and "whooshed" out of the courtyard, shouting loudly: "Ye Batian, Ma Xiaohua, I've taken in a junior brother for you, come and get close!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 81 =====