I Just Wanted to Live, but I Somehow Became Better Than the Main Character

Chapter 87: Lil Disciple Ye

The senior and junior sisters from the Sound and Picture Hall were all busy preparing for the banquet, and no one paid attention to Ye Yong. Even if they had noticed, it wouldn’t have seemed odd, considering how outstanding he was and his recent accomplishments. It was quite normal for the hall master to summon him.

As Ye Yong ascended to the higher areas, a serene garden appeared before him, with a neatly arranged stone path extending all the way to the entrance of the cave residence.

The door was very simple and unadorned, blending perfectly with the surrounding scenery and giving a very comfortable impression.

The paintings floated to the door and announced, “Disciple Ye Yong requests an audience with Master. May I ask if Master is available?”

If Ye Yong hadn’t read the novel and knew that Mu Qing Yin could observe his every move through the painted beauties, occasionally even controlling them to guide him, he would definitely be nervous at this moment.

After all, he hadn’t made any prior reports and had suddenly come to the hall master’s residence. What if she was unavailable and turned him away? That would be quite awkward.

Moreover, Mu Qing Yin and the painted beauties were all good actors, showing no signs of dropping their acts.

After a moment of silence, as if the person inside the cave was considering, a pleasant and ethereal female voice echoed, “No problem. Let him in. Take him to the reception room.”

The door slowly opened, and the two paintings floated in gracefully, with Ye Yong following closely behind.

Mu Qing Yin’s cave residence was filled with a subtle sandalwood fragrance. As soon as Ye Yong took a breath, he felt refreshed and his fatigue vanished. However, he wasn’t really tired, so this extra boost of energy made him slightly excited.

The paintings led Ye Yong through several twists and turns into a stone room, which, compared to the plainness of the corridor outside, had a bit more furnishings.

Soft cushions, exquisite tea sets, fresh flowers in the corners, and paintings of landscapes adorned the walls.

The floating paintings soon hung themselves on the wall and unfolded. Then, two painted beauties emerged from them, working together. Hua Xin served tea, while Hua Ming went to get some food.

“Please wait a moment. Master will arrive shortly.” Although Hua Xin didn’t have the same external aid as Ye Yong and didn’t master the art of tea, she had indeed prepared a fine pot of tea with top-quality spiritual leaves, and the fragrance filled the room.

Ye Yong thanked her, took a sip, and felt the spiritual energy spread through his body, soothing his internal organs. After a cycle, it flowed to his dantian. However, Ye Yong’s eighth spiritual meridian was like a bottomless pit, so the amount of spiritual energy was insufficient to fill it.

“To be able to brew such good tea, big sis is amazing.” For other Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators, this would be highly beneficial, but it was somewhat lacking to Ye Yong. Nevertheless, he would never hesitate to offer praise.

“If Junior Brother Ye likes it, I can make it for you often. But these spiritual leaves need to be requested from the Master.”

“No need for that.” Ye Yong remembered that Mu Qing Yin liked to drink tea to relax. Undoubtedly, the spiritual leaves she was using now were part of her collection, and she would probably feel pain from taking them out to show Ye Yong hospitality. Asking her for more would be like cutting off her flesh.

Ye Yong could buy whatever spiritual leaves he needed from the system store, as long as he had enough transcend points. However, for cultivators like Mu Qing Yin, high-quality spiritual leaves were not so easily obtained, as the stock was limited and they lose some with every use.

When thinking about gifts, Ye Yong had considered giving spiritual leaves, but it was difficult to gain favorability with average-quality leaves, and high-quality ones might arouse Mu Qing Yin’s curiosity. If she inquired about the source, Ye Yong would be in trouble if he couldn’t answer.

“Have some snacks first. Master might take a while to arrive.” Hua Ming brought over two plates of spiritual fruit snacks and sat down beside Ye Yong. She picked up a fruit and offered it to him. “Here, open your mouth.”

“This… okay.” Ye Yong pretended to be embarrassed, slightly opened his mouth, and took a bite of the spiritual fruit. His lips touched Hua Ming’s fingers, very soft. He didn’t know if his own lips were soft or her finger was soft. Hua Ming chuckled lightly. She enjoyed seeing Ye Yong’s shy expression.

Seeing this, Hua Xin also sat down beside Ye Yong. With the two painted beauties sitting beside him, Ye Yong looked like one of those kings who didn’t attend morning court sessions.

“Ahem.” At this moment, the main character arrived.

Ye Yong turned his attention to the door in response to the sound and saw a woman in light green clothes walking in.

Her long hair was like ink, her face like a lotus blossom, and her skin delicate. An elegant, scholarly aura radiated from her, surrounded by a light and ethereal presence. Her clear eyes sparkled with a subtle light, like a clear spring. She was Mu Qing Yin, the current hall master of the Music and Art Hall.

Ye Yong was momentarily stunned, but fortunately, he had the divine body enhancement and didn’t show any inappropriate expression. He quickly stood and greeted Mu Qing Yin, “Disciple Ye Yong greets the Hall Master.”

He snuck a glance at the favorability list, and Mu Qing Yin’s name appeared.

The favorability wasn’t very high, at 18, and her attitude was [Rather Satisfied Disciple].

“No need for excessive formalities.” Mu Qing Yin slightly raised her slender hand, satisfied with Ye Yong’s performance.

In fact, Mu Qing Yin had been contemplating how to present herself to Ye Yong. Wearing a veil might seem too cold, but not wearing one might make Ye Yong stare at her foolishly.

It wasn’t that Mu Qing Yin was narcissistic; when a cultivator’s cultivation level reached a certain stage, their entire aura was elevated. If they were already good-looking, their charm would increase even more. In the end, they might not even need to show their face; a single glance could captivate others. Ye Yong, being an 18-year-old young male cultivator, didn’t have a steady dao heart and was easily temptable.

But the fact that he could quickly regain his composure was impressive. He was better than not just males of his age but even many Nascent Soul Realm cultivators. Mu Qing Yin felt that her eyes were indeed not wrong.

Sitting opposite Ye Yong, Mu Qing Yin glanced at Hua Ming and Hua Xin. They quickly moved to the side, not staying too close to Ye Yong.

“Lil…” Mu Qing Yin almost called him “lil bro Ye” out of habit. Since Hua Ming and Hua Xin always called him “lil bro” and she had frequently played the role of Hua Ming, it had become somewhat automatic. Fortunately, she managed to react in time and corrected it to “lil disciple Ye”.

One could only say that after living for over 600 years, Mu Qing Yin was able to adjust and even make a smooth transition, resulting in “lil disciple Ye,” which sounded a bit odd but was better than calling him “lil bro Ye” right off the bat.

“Disciple is here.” Ye Yong acted as if he knew nothing, lowering his head and listening earnestly.

Both he and Mu Qing Yin were pretending it was their first meeting.

“You worked with the elders over the two days ago to give the demonic sect cultivators a severe lesson. You did very well.”

“Hall Master’s praise is too much. Everything was planned by the elders; I was merely following orders.” Ye Yong didn’t want to take credit because he genuinely hadn’t done much.

“That is not accurate. If it were someone else, they wouldn’t have had the capability to draw so many demonic sect cultivators. You deserve this honor.”

Ye Yong felt speechless. Y’all really just keep piling praise on me and boost my fame and want me to get targeted and die early, huh?

“Is something bothering you, lil disciple Ye?” Mu Qing Yin noticed that Ye Yong seemed somewhat unhappy.

“No, Disciple is just thinking about when the next opportunity to contribute to the sect might come.”

“There’s no need to rush. When the time comes, there will naturally be opportunities. Deliberate pursuit is not good.”

“Hall Master’s words are true. Disciple will keep them in mind.”

After engaging in a bit of polite conversation as if they were meeting for the first time, Mu Qing Yin took out the gift she had prepared for Ye Yong.