Chapter 3: The unconscious girl

This was how Ye Ping’an came to know the little maid.

Because during that time, there was an extremely dangerous loli possibly wandering outside, Ye Ping’an didn’t go out in search of opportunities for several months.

It wasn’t until months later—when even the minor sects like theirs hadn’t seen even a shadow of that little loli—that the matter quietly faded away. Ye Ping’an then resumed his journey to seek fortune.

Though to be fair, he hadn’t gained much in the past two years.

Fortunately, today the sky was overcast with dark clouds—a perfect day for treasures to appear.
In stories from his previous life, when certain treasures emerged, the skies would darken, lightning would flash, and thunder would roar, as if the entire world was shaken.

With the weather like this, Ye Ping’an had a feeling deep down that he was destined to find his protagonist’s opportunity today.

He even held onto his little maid Ning Yue’s hand more tightly.

And truth be told, her small hand was so soft that Ye Ping’an found it hard to let go—he couldn’t help but give it a gentle squeeze, causing a faint, almost imperceptible blush to appear on Ning Yue’s cheeks.

Just like that, Ye Ping’an and Ning Yue followed his intuition—or rather, wandered aimlessly.

After all, in Ye Ping’an’s mind, as the protagonist, as long as the opportunity was fated for him, he would obtain it no matter where he went. So he didn’t stress over the direction.

They walked and walked, until before they realized it, they arrived at a familiar place.

After thinking carefully for a moment, Ye Ping’an suddenly remembered—wasn’t this the place where he had first met Ning Yue?

Could it be… that today, he’d also run into another down-and-out girl?

Ye Ping’an suddenly had this thought, but quickly shrugged it off, thinking: How could that be! This is the wilderness, not a cabbage field—girls don’t just pop up waiting to be picked.

Behind him, Ning Yue had also recognized this place as where the two of them first met. Could it be that young master brought me here on purpose for some other reason?

Is he planning to confess to me? But… why not pick a nicer day?

And also… I’m so plain now—could young master really see me that way? Or… No! I can’t think like that.

I’ve already resigned myself to living a simple life… But… if I let young master see how beautiful I really am…

Ning Yue couldn’t help feeling a little unwilling.

After all, she believed that with her beauty, even at her young age, if young master got even one look, he might never forget her for the rest of his life.

While Ning Yue was lost in thought, Ye Ping’an, walking in front, suddenly shouted loudly: “Holy crap—there really is someone!”

Startled, Ning Yue quickly looked ahead and saw a little girl, about five or six years old, collapsed on the ground, motionless.

Though the girl looked like a delicate porcelain doll, her deathly pale complexion made it easy to imagine she had lost all her blood—and was either about to die or already had.

Ye Ping’an hurried over and checked the girl’s breathing. Fortunately, she was still alive, and he let out a sigh of relief.

Still, looking at the unconscious child, Ye Ping’an had no choice but to suspend his search for fortune and began carrying the girl back the way he came.

After all, the opportunity meant for him wouldn’t run away—but this little girl’s life was more urgent. Who knew what injuries she had? She showed no signs of waking up at all.

“Young master, why don’t I carry her instead?” Ning Yue said as she followed behind. After taking one look at the girl’s soft, adorable features, she couldn’t help but feel worried.

After all, young master was still under nine—what if he developed feelings for her? So she offered to carry the girl herself.

“No need. I’ve trained in cultivation—this little weight is nothing. Besides, you’re a girl. Leave the heavy lifting to us men!”

In Ye Ping’an’s mind, Ning Yue had never cultivated, so her strength was just that of an ordinary person. Compared to him—a cultivator—she was far weaker.

Wanting to show his gentlemanly side, he immediately declined.

“Well… okay then,” Ning Yue said helplessly, giving up and following behind him. But she couldn’t help staring enviously at the close contact between the two bodies ahead.

When they returned to the sect, the other disciples were no longer surprised to see the little young master bringing people back.

He often went out and had gotten quite familiar with them.

But unlike last time when he brought Ning Yue back late at night, this time it was afternoon. Some disciples strolling around caught sight of him carrying a little girl, and their faces changed dramatically.

Some of the female disciples even exchanged glances and then ran off in different directions.

From entering the sect to arriving at his residence, disciples continued to greet Ye Ping’an warmly—but he noticed something odd about their expressions.

Still, with the unconscious girl on his back, Ye Ping’an didn’t think too much of it.

He simply carried her into his own room, planning to let her rest there first and arrange another room later.

After instructing Ning Yue to look after the girl carefully, Ye Ping’an left to search for spiritual herbs that might help her wake up sooner.

Inside the room, Ning Yue looked at the unconscious girl on the bed—her porcelain-doll face still and pale.
Suddenly, she remembered what young master had said to her two years ago—something about “raising and training well, and marrying her when she grows up.”

Could it be… young master has those kinds of thoughts again?
No, I must correct his unhealthy mindset!

“Madam… Madam! Something terrible has happened!”
A young girl hurriedly ran to the sect master’s wife’s residence, her face full of panic and urgency.

They had all watched the young master grow up—they absolutely couldn’t let him stray down the wrong path.
Although a few girls had come together, only one was needed to deliver the report. If the Madam got angry, it was better to have only one person take the blame. So they drew lots, and this unlucky girl had “won.”

Still, for the young master’s sake, she rushed over despite knowing she might face the Madam’s wrath.

However, when she saw the sect master’s wife’s stunning face looking at her with confusion, the girl’s legs went weak and she dropped to her knees.

In the Xuanxing Sect, the most terrifying figure wasn’t the sect master, but his wife.

Not because she was the strongest, but because Sect Master Ye Lingtian was terrified of his wife. So, within the entire sect, everyone feared the Madam more than the master.

As the saying goes: It’s better to offend the sect master than to get too close to his wife.

“If you have something to say, just say it. Why kneel?”

The sect master’s wife—Shen Mengting—said helplessly. She didn’t understand why the disciples were always so afraid of her.

She put down her teacup and helped the girl up, smiling at her warmly and gently.

Maybe it was Shen Mengting’s warm smile, but the girl finally calmed down a bit and quickly said, “Madam, the young master… he brought back a girl about six years old and just took her to his room. She’s extremely cute—like a porcelain doll. I’m afraid the young master… might do something foolish!”