My Daily Cultivation Life with a Clumsy Female Disciple

Chapter 32

After building her foundation, Li Shiyin's physique greatly improved. With magic power, her speed of digging the lake was much faster than before. The amount she could dig in one day now equaled four or five days of progress in the past. Moreover, this speed continued to quicken along with Li Shiyin's cultivation progress, an accelerating process of increasing acceleration.

However, after only five days of building her foundation, the mud pit in the middle of the lawn had already expanded several rings. Now it had achieved considerable scale, looking like the makings of an artificial lake.

At this time, with the sun overhead, Li Shiyin toiled away at the bottom of the mud pit.

The unscrupulous master, Qin Ran, sat under a sunshade at the edge of the pit, holding a green bamboo flute in his hand, playing a discordant "woo woo yaya" tune.

The playing was very unpleasant to the ear, but if one listened carefully, some semblance of a melody could still be heard. For example:

"The sparrow outside the window

Chatters noisily on the utility pole

You say this sentence

......"

The melody was quite forced. With the melody wavering in and out, long and short, and the horrendous tuning of the bamboo flute, no matter whether one could make out the melody or not, it made people very uncomfortable.

Poor Li Shiyin not only had to laboriously dig the lake, but also had to endure the torture of her master's cacophonous sounds.

It was at this time that a hero made his entrance. From the edge of the forest suddenly came a loud, masculine voice. The voice asked, "May I ask if this is Dan Peak?"

Thus the flute music, which could fairly be described as mental torture, came to a stop. Qin Ran put down his flute and looked over. At the entrance coming out of the forest stood an imposing man.

This man wore a black mandarin collar long robe, had his hair in a topknot, black hair and black crown. His complexion was bronze, his stature sturdy. Conservatively estimated, he was half a head taller than Qin Ran.

This fellow looked ferocious, clearly not a good person. Qin Ran frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"This humble one is Li Shiwen..." Li Shiwen cupped his fists towards Qin Ran in greeting and walked over, "Greetings to the chief of Dan Peak."

Li Shiwen? Qin Ran looked the newcomer up and down. This person did indeed bear some resemblance to Li Shiyin. He was likely Li Shiyin's general older brother stationed at the Hengduan Mountains.

For the siblings of this military family, one named Shiyin, one named Shiwen, on one hand their father's earnest intentions could be appreciated, on the other hand it could be seen that they had disappointed their father.

Qin Ran sat calmly, silently watching as Li Shiwen walked over. Although this guy seemed very polite, his overbearing aura clearly meant ill intent.

When Li Shiwen drew near, Qin Ran extended his hand and a stream of water came out, lifting up a chair to Li Shiwen's front, saying "Please sit."

Qin Ran's gesture did not awe Li Shiwen at all. He pressed down on the back of the chair, showing no intention of sitting. His sharp gaze fixed on Qin Ran as he said, "I've come to fetch my younger sister. I'd trouble the chief to oblige."

This fellow had definitely killed before, and killed a lot at that. His baleful aura was overwhelming. Qin Ran judged internally.

He pretended not to know and asked, "Who is your younger sister?"

"My younger sister's name is Li Shiyin..." Li Shiwen also did not get angry, patiently explaining, "Half a month ago she attended your sect's convocation, as far as I know, she became an inner sect disciple under your tutelage."

"Is that so?" Qin Ran nodded calmly, "I have been cultivating alone for a long time and am not familiar with any Li Shiyin. You must have come to the wrong place..."

"Brother!"

Before Qin Ran had even finished speaking, a black shadow suddenly shot out from the pit beside them. It turned out to be Li Shiyin in the pit, having heard the voices she leapt out. Li Shiyin stared fixedly at Li Shiwen from the edge of the pit, looking him over several times, afraid she had misheard or misseen. After confirming it was him, not caring about the mud on her body, she rushed over in a flash and latched onto Li Shiwen with a "bang".

Li Shiwen had not even reacted yet. By the time the smelly figure latched onto him in a familiar posture, he slowly realized that this was none other than his silly younger sister.

However, how did this foolish child get so strong?

Fortunately his build was sturdy enough, otherwise it would have been hard to withstand Li Shiyin's excited pounce.

After Li Shiyin's excitement passed, Li Shiwen uncertainly lowered his head. With the smell of Li Shiyin's body odor in his nose, he held up Li Shiyin's head and carefully examined her.

Although dirty and blackened, this was indeed his sister's appearance. He looked at her tenderly, rubbing her little face with his fingers, wiping away the mud and dust. His heart ached, just what had his sister gone through to end up in this state?

As he looked and smelled and thought, fury rose in his heart, growing ever stronger. Then he lifted up Li Shiyin's bottom and set her to the side before reaching behind his back...

"Brother, how did you know I was here?" Li Shiyin stood firmly and wiped away tears while asking.

Li Shiwen took out a disassembled three-section staff and one spearhead from his back. Gloomily he silently assembled them.

Hearing the "click click" sounds of the staff sections locking together, Li Shiyin did not understand and asked in puzzlement, "Brother, what are you doing?"

"Wait a moment, brother will take you home..." Li Shiwen said. Then when he finished assembling the steel spear, he signaled for Li Shiyin to stand to the side. His eyes brimming with killing intent stared towards Qin Ran.

Although instantly disproven, Qin Ran remained as steady as an old dog, sitting there looking calmly and composedly at Li Shiwen.

With the cacophony gone, Chasewind ran over again and climbed onto his knee, lazily yawning before starting to wash his face.

"Humph!" Li Shiwen suddenly shouted explosively, "Watch the spear!!"

He was warning Qin Ran, indicating he would not launch a sneak attack. Only then did he thrust over with the spear... After all he was a learned man.

And he was worthy of being a fierce tiger of the military clan. At least in the area of combat power he had not embarrassed himself. In a flash, the spear point arrived at Qin Ran's brow, poised to pierce through Qin Ran's brain!

However...

Qin Ran regarded the mortal danger before him as nothing, tilting his head to take the fruit juice on the table.

His attitude made Li Shiwen frown deeply. Seeing the spear point about to touch his brow, Li Shiwen thought to himself: after all this was the sect his sister had entered. As an reasonable man, teaching her a lesson was within reason, but taking a life went too far no matter how you looked at it. Thinking this, he moved to withdraw his power and strike with the spear shaft instead.

But right at this time he suddenly discovered that the spear shaft in his hands wouldn't budge. Exerting his strength to pull back also didn't work.

Puzzled, he heard Li Shiyin's voice: "Brother, why are you trying to hit my master?!"

Li Shiwen looked back to find Li Shiyin holding his spear shaft with one hand behind him, stopping him from advancing or retreating.

"Ah?!" Li Shiwen was instantly dumbfounded.

He, Li Shiwen, was no weak scholar. The power behind that spear thrust was at least five hundred jin. Yet it had actually been stopped single-handedly by his own weak and delicate little sister?

He froze up, but Li Shiyin did not. Li Shiyin exerted her strength again, pulling him and his spear back. Her bright apricot eyes glared at him reproachfully, "I'm asking you a question!"

No more calling him brother either.

Li Shiwen tried to struggle free but found Li Shiyin's strength too great. He could only let Li Shiyin take his spear while he turned back to face her. Staring grimly at Li Shiyin, he asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"