Stealing the Yuri Protagonist Harem

Chapter 39: What Do You Understand?

Atop Frost Snow Peak, in Frost Snow Pavilion.

Ling Shuangxue held a communication short sword in her hand, her small mouth slightly agape as a look of surprise appeared on her usually indifferent face.

She had never imagined that the story her disciple told could be so interesting, so captivating, that she couldn't help but want to keep listening.

Had this kind of story already spread enmasse throughout the whole martial world in such a short time?

As a sword cultivator that focused on cultivating the art of sword, the stories involving the sword immortals also fascinated her.

Similarly, as a Nascent Soul cultivator, her experience in the martial world had exposed her to countless stories of sword cultivators.

There were real mortal swordsmen, as well as those imagined to be immortal swordsmen.

But it was the first time she had encountered such a story that was so captivating, like the one that was now emerging from the wooden sword.

Especially in this story, when the sword immortal said "The sword is here" and "The way of the sword is eternal like the long night", it made her heart, which had been cold and lonely for many years, remember her own youthful vigor and sharpness when she first entered the Sword Sect. (Tn: its a chinese famous story line)

Yes, she had also wanted to become a sword immortal like that.

Using nothing but a single sword, suppressing all of her enemies that surfaced the wider world.

Unfortunately, perhaps only the founder of the Sword Sect, the sword ancestor who had walked to the end of the way of the sword, had been able to achieve this.

She never imagined that the stories that had spread in the mortal world during her years of absence had become so rich and colorful.

At this moment, Ling Shuangxue seemed to have truly become a listener, caught up in the storyteller's words.

At first, she couldn't adapt to this change in her identity and responded with her usual coldness. But later on, as she became more and more engrossed in the story, she even began to actively respond to the storyteller in front of her.

Although her personality didn't lend itself to being too enthusiastic, she had at least uttered a sentence longer than two words.

"Today's story ends here for now. To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next chapter!"

As she held her wooden sword, Ling Shuangxue still had a thoughtful expression on her face.

It was only after she snapped out of it that she remembered her obedient disciple on the other end of the short sword, communicating with her.

Looking at the storyteller-like rhetoric and thinking of her disciple's appearance, the leader of Frost Snow Peak showed a rare hint of a smile.

"I'm looking forward to tomorrow's story."

"I'm glad you enjoyed today's story, but I'm curious to know what you thought of it," the other person replied.

The content of the message made Ling Shuangxue pause for a moment. After some thought, she infused her spiritual awareness into the short sword.

"I have mixed feelings about it, and don't know where to start."

That was her honest opinion at the moment.

"So after hearing my story, do you think there's anyone in the world who can become a swordsman like the one in the story you told?" Ling Shuangxue fell into contemplation.

If we were talking about sword cultivators in today's world, the first one that came to mind was the current head of the Sword Sect.

She was an extremely talented cultivator and had achieved the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

However, she was bound by the Sword Sect and had a deep fear of the Heavenly Tribulation at the Tribulation Crossing stage, so she never dared to break through and advance.

She was still far from the sword immortal in the book.

As for the Nascent Soul old monsters in the Sword Sect who could only hide and avoid the Heavenly Tribulation, they were naturally even more incomparable.

No one could become like that.

That was what Ling Shuangxue instinctively wanted to say.

But she felt that this answer was a bit uninteresting.

So she changed the message she was about to transmit with her spiritual awareness.

"Who do you think could become like that?" she asked instead.

After sending the message, she nodded in satisfaction.

This way, she could learn a little more about her disciple's thoughts.

"I think you could become a swordsman like that," the storyteller replied.

The hand holding the sword froze.

Countless thoughts flashed through Ling Shuangxue's mind.

What did her disciple mean by saying that?

Doubt first appeared in her heart, but what followed was an indescribable excitement.

Suddenly, she seemed to see a scene.

With herself protecting her disciple with one hand, the other hand extended, and a sword light spanning thousands of miles came across, then a single sword stroke defeated all the enemies in the world.

It was a picture formed by a fantasy from many years ago combined with the story she just heard today.

Thump, thump.

The sound of the heartbeat became particularly clear.

(So that's it, so that's it)

She finally understood.

"No wonder I fell when I was practicing before So it turns out that I took the wrong path."

"I thought that focusing on swordsmanship and being indifferent to emotions was the path I should take. But now it seems that I have reached the point of no return"

Recalling the sword immortal story she had just heard, she felt that her state of mind had undergone some changes.

Of course, this was a good change.

"Perhaps, this is the opportunity for me to break through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

Ling Shuangxue's expression softened.

[I understand now.]

She replied in this way.

Luo Wusheng looked at the reply letter with a confused expression.

You understand? Understand what?

Wasn't he just trying to flatter the sword fairy and tease that little girl?

Although, It must be said that sword fairy's performance tonight exceeded his expectations.

He thought the little girl wouldn't be able to hold on for long and would slip up, but in the end, she managed to maintain that indifferent tone.

Luo Wusheng was a little unwilling, and so, in the end, he said that sentence.

Not only was he praising that little girl, but he was also trying to tempt her to recall the words she said when she was ill, that she wanted to become the number one Sword Immortal in the Immortal Nation.

After all this time, Luo Wusheng was well aware of how to elicit a reaction from the girl.

But his plan ultimately fell through.

"As expected of the real protagonist, with such a temperament, she truly has the bearing of a great cultivator."

Unless the true meaning behind the phrase "I understand" that the little girl told him is that she understood the need to give a certain demonic sect disciple a good beating.

Surely the real protagonist wouldn't be so petty, right?

"Hmm the Immortal Ranking competition for the people of the Immortal Nation is in a little over a month. Judging by the timing, the real protagonist should be here in about half a month."

The half-month time was reserved for the real protagonist and her master to enjoy some intimate time together.

Luo Wusheng estimated that Little Yuli's next bout of illness would come in a few days.

After their intimate time with the real protagonist, the master of the Frost Snow Peak would also unravel her emotional knots due to the huge emotional upheaval, completely eliminating the influence of demonic possession and starting to break through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Luo Wusheng wasn't quite sure of the principle behind it, but perhaps the real protagonist had this kind of magical power.

Thinking this way, there were often such plotlines in the novels he had read in his previous life.

Hmm, in the story, when theres a relationship mishap or some personal problem that cannot be logically solved, the author would just throw the girl into the arms of the protagonist who is still ill and they would roll around in bed. (Tn: You know what this mean)

Then everything would be resolved.

Both parties rolling around in bed or it could be multiple parties, would all receive great rewards in some way.

It was a typical welfare routine.

Luo Wusheng thought this way in his heart, and couldn't help but miss the few novels he still hadn't finished reading on his phone from his previous life.

Especially the ones in the encrypted folder.

Shaking his head, he set aside the thoughts that didn't belong in this world and put the wooden sword back on his waist.

Of course, he also said goodbye to the little girl on the other end.