Master, Please Guide Me

Qingyun Sect, Hall of Discipline.

“Yun Yi, you peeked at Uncle-Master Su while she was bathing. The evidence is conclusive! Why won’t you confess?!” The enforcement elder’s furious shout sent dust cascading from the rafters.

Below him stood a young man in blue robes, looking as carefree as if he had just returned from admiring the moonlit flowers. He brushed off his sleeve and chuckled.

“I’ve told you over and over: I was helping Niece-Master Su examine the development of her ‘Sword Bone.’ She has the Innate Sword Spirit constitution, but she’s gone astray in her cultivation. Three inches beneath the third rib on her chest, a hidden meridian is already blocked. If she keeps practicing for another three months, she’ll be lucky not to become a cripple, let alone make any progress.”

The hall fell silent. Several elders looked livid. That was a hundred times more outrageous than simply confessing!

“Utter nonsense! Uncle-Master Su is a once-in-a-century sword prodigy of our Qingyun Sect. How dare you slander her!”

Yun Yi sighed, his eyes full of pity for a world drunk with delusion while he alone remained clearheaded. He had transmigrated into this body three days ago, and memories from his past life as the Supreme One of the Myriad Realms were slowly returning. This little bit of trouble was nothing more than ants squabbling in his eyes.

Just then, a figure as cold as snow entered the Hall of Discipline. It was Su Lingxue. The temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop a few degrees as soon as she appeared.

“What did you just say?” Her voice was soft, yet as sharp as a sword’s edge. Her gaze pierced straight into Yun Yi.

Everyone thought Yun Yi’s execution was at hand.

But he met her gaze without the slightest fear. Instead, a playful smile curled his lips as he said, word by word:

“I said, Niece-Master Su, you’re, about, to, go, into, qi, deviation.”