Pei Min was going crazy. It was a pathological kind of madness.
At a young age, he unfortunately met Jiang Ke’er.
His already tormented soul, under continuous blows, finally couldn’t bear it and set one foot on the edge of mental collapse.
“I’m back.”
The moment he pushed open the ward door, the full load of negative energy dissipated and was suppressed deep into his heart.
Pei Min revealed a sunny smile and gently sat down by Pei’s mother’s bedside.
“Min’er, how was your studies today?”
“Very good. Master taught me many practical sword techniques again,” Pei Min showed a joyful expression and smiled. “And also, Master praised me! He said I have talent and am good material for learning swordsmanship!”
‘Even the neighbor’s dog Dahuang has better posture than you!’
When comforting Pei’s mother, Pei Min couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth as he recalled the real scene during the day.
That girl’s willful and hateful face revolved before his eyes like a nightmare, impossible to shake off.
“That’s great,” Pei’s mother didn’t see Pei Min’s expression, but just hearing these words made her sincerely happy for Pei Min.
“Then you must practice diligently, don’t let your master down, don’t let down the opportunity given by heaven…”
“Don’t worry, Mom,” Pei Min grinned, “Today your child even received a love letter from a junior sister on a different peak, but your child wasn’t moved. Your child has decided to consider marriage only after achieving success in cultivation…”
“Min’er has grown up…”
Later, Pei Min told many interesting stories about cultivation, making Pei’s mother laugh.
Her laughter kept coming from the room, and even her complexion improved a lot.
Every time he came back, Pei Min would tell these stories. He knew his mother loved hearing them.
Every day when that hateful woman teased him and he repeated boring training, those were the times he used to conceive story plots.
That hateful woman provided him with a lot of inspiration—as long as he reversed what happened between him and that girl, it would become a very beautiful and warm teacher-student story.
“Huh…”
The past few days had been too tiring. Bending over the bedside, Pei Min unknowingly fell into a deep sleep.
Pei’s mother looked at him tenderly—she knew there were many problems in Pei Min’s stories, but she wouldn’t expose them.
Pei Min was trying to put her at ease, and she had to put Pei Min at ease too, not let him leave with regrets…
After all, she didn’t have much time left.
Creak—
The ward door was gently pushed open. Pei Min woke with a start, raising his head.
Fortunately, it was just the doctor delivering medicine.
Pei Min also took the opportunity to stand up.
It was already very late. Although he wanted to stay with his mother longer, that demon had left him something called “homework” that he had to finish.
It was some battle recordings and some accompanying strange questions.
“Problem-solving question—Excuse me, if Sword Cultivator Xiao Ming uses a thin sword instead of a heavy sword, how many meters will his intestines spray out? Why?”
“At that time, why did Sword Cultivator Xiao Ming use a vertical slash to attack Xiao Hong instead of a horizontal cut? If he had used a horizontal cut, what color clothes would Xiao Hong look better in today?”
“If you were Xiao Ming, how would you handle the third move to die a bit more decently than Xiao Ming?”
And so on. These bizarre questions made Pei Min’s head feel like it would explode.
Letting out a long sigh, Pei Min carried his homework and walked toward the ward door.
But just as he stepped out of the ward, a small figure standing behind the wall almost scared his eyes out of his sockets.
“You-you-you, how are you here?!”
“I’m about to lose my baby teeth and need to get them pulled,” Jiang Ke’er grinned, shaking the loose canine tooth under her lip.
“What? Can’t a master lose her baby teeth?”
“…”
Pei Min slapped his face.
“You… when did you come?”
“When you were lying to your mom.”
“You heard everything?” Pei Min’s body trembled violently.
“Step aside, I’m going in to talk with your mom.”
“No!”
Pei Min immediately stood firmly blocking the door.
On this matter, his attitude was absolutely firm.
Even if it meant a complete break with her, he would never let her in!
“That’s not up to you.”
Taking advantage of the moment when the medical cultivator delivering medicine left, Jiang Ke’er lowered her head and slipped in from the side.
‘It’s over.’
At that moment, Pei Min felt the sky collapse.
He watched desperately as the demon’s figure approached the hospital bed.
Before he could stop her, he heard the demon speak.
“Auntie, I am Pei Min’s master.”
Pei’s mother was stunned.
She didn’t have any prejudice against the girl’s seemingly youthful appearance, since many big shots looked younger the more they cultivated, and quite a few returned to youth.
Moreover, wasn’t the legendary Jiang Ke’er just a little girl? Strength and age were not proportional.
But the master’s appearance was not as Pei Min had described.
“You… hello,” Pei’s mother hurriedly tried to sit up in panic.
“I thought… I remember Min’er said his master was an old man with a long white beard…”
Pei Min’s legs went weak. At that moment, he felt everything was over.
A whole set of lies he had built up over a long time, with the arrival of this demon…
“Ah, that’s his third master. I’m his first master,” Jiang Ke’er smiled.
“Pei Min is truly a rare good seedling, so we decided to have all the masters of the Qinglian Sword Sect teach him together, allowing him to merge the strengths of each master and inherit the true legacy of our Qinglian Sword Sect!” Pei Min was stunned.
“Great… great!” Upon hearing this, Pei’s mother was immediately moved to tears of excitement.
“Don’t be too happy… ah, no, I mean, don’t get too excited and hurt your body,” Jiang Ke’er quickly grabbed Pei’s mother’s hand, pouring warm life force into her body to calm the chaotic blood and qi, and also checked her condition.
Pei Min didn’t know what was happening. But Pei’s mother clearly felt much better.
No medicine was as miraculous as the life force Jiang Ke’er was infusing, which immediately made her deeply believe in Jiang Ke’er’s identity as an “expert.”
Through spiritual power and divine sense, Jiang Ke’er quickly understood Pei’s mother’s condition clearly.
“It’s Dantian atrophy,” Jiang Ke’er sighed.
Pei Min was shocked—how did she know? He had never mentioned his mother’s condition… had she sneaked a look at the medical hall’s records?
“Yes, it’s quite a troublesome illness,” Pei’s mother smiled bitterly.
“Incurable. And it has dragged Min’er into a hard life with me…”
“Who said it’s incurable?” Jiang Ke’er asked in surprise.
“Huh?” This time both Pei Min and Pei’s mother were stunned.
Even though he had been tricked by Jiang Ke’er countless times, Pei Min still lunged like crazy, asking anxiously, “Is what you said true? Can it really be cured?”
“Min’er! Don’t be disrespectful to your master!” Pei’s mother quickly scolded.
“This kind of illness, even if it can be cured, requires a huge price…”
“Whatever the price, I’m willing to pay!” Pei Min fell to his knees with a thud in front of Jiang Ke’er.
This was the first time he knelt to his nominal master. “As long as what you say is true! I’ll agree to any condition!”
“Oh?” Jiang Ke’er smiled at him.
“Really?”
Pei Min gritted his teeth, knowing the price would surely be very painful, but still said decisively, “Really!”
“Deal~”