An Utterly Hopeless Rebellious Disciple!

“…”

Thankfully, the one who entered wasn’t the rebellious disciple Su Wanqing feared.

Instead, it was a female disciple whose appearance and demeanor radiated a gentle, spring-like warmth.

Adorned with a silver crown and hairpin half-binding her floral bun, clad in a teal skirt, she embodied the classic image of a gentle junior sister from a novel.

Su Wanqing recognized her—Qiao Jinxuan, the sect leader’s direct disciple and likely successor to the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.

“Elder Su, I saw the door ajar and entered without permission. Please don’t take offense.”
“My master couldn’t reach you, so she sent me.”

“Understood. I’ll tidy up and head over.”

Relieved it wasn’t Chen Xueli, Su Wanqing sat up straight, striving to calm her turbulent heart and appear composed.

“You can wait outside for a bit. We’ll go together.”

“Very well.”

As the door closed firmly, Su Wanqing exhaled, beginning to fix her appearance.

Initially, she wondered why the sect leader hadn’t used a transmission token, as was customary.

But she quickly realized that, to avoid disturbances during her secluded cultivation, she’d entrusted her token to Chen Xueli.

Likely, that rebel meant to inform her but was driven out.

Ordinarily, for her safety, Su Wanqing would avoid leaving even for the sect leader’s summons, but this time she had no inclination to refuse.

After all, this was an unavoidable plot point.

Given the wretched Heavenly Dao’s nature, even if she didn’t go, it would find a way to force her.

After this meeting, the novel’s true “heroine” would stir a storm in the long-quiet cultivation world.

Su Wanqing was eager to see how “It” would correct the massive plot deviation caused by Chen Xueli.

She’d even planned that if “It” didn’t intervene, she’d provoke it with something drastic!

Forcing the Heavenly Dao to act.

Though this risked her tragic original fate, at least she’d preserved her honor, and her original plan could proceed.

In just five minutes, Su Wanqing readied herself, grabbing a string of jade prayer beads before hurrying out.

“Thank you for your trouble.”

“It’s my duty…”

Su Wanqing’s “Frosty Succubus” charm was indeed beyond what most could resist.

Even a simple touch-up left Qiao Jinxuan stunned.

Though she’d seen Su Wanqing from afar, never had she stood so close.

Rumors held that Elder Su was the foremost beauty of Linmeng Cloud Continent, and now, her grace was undeniable.

A faint, pleasant fragrance wafted from her, soothing the soul.

“Don’t dawdle. Let’s go.”

“Y-Yes…”

Her innate charm wasn’t a blessing, at least not in Su Wanqing’s eyes.

Qiao Jinxuan’s flushed reaction was nothing new—she was used to it, the very reason she rarely left her quarters.

Not just Qiao Jinxuan—nearly everyone, especially women, reacted this way, even old acquaintances at first glance.

As the “Queen of All Maidens,” Su Wanqing’s fear of being ambushed by some fervent admirer and carried off as a trophy wife wasn’t unfounded.

Logically, her charm shouldn’t discriminate, yet it only affected women.

Even masking her face was futile—truly bizarre.

“Hmph…”

As she prepared to leave, Su Wanqing instinctively glanced toward Chen Xueli’s room.

After a moment’s thought, she let out a petulant snort and left without action.

Within Heavenly Sword Pavilion, unless a major event occurred, flying on swords was forbidden.

Thus, despite their ability, Su Wanqing and Qiao Jinxuan had to walk.

Along the way, they met few people, though Qiao Jinxuan kept stealing glances at the immortal beside her.

Lost in thought, Su Wanqing didn’t notice.

She was pondering the original plot, where she’d been controlled by her disciple and attended this meeting with Chen Xueli.

Now, without her, would the meeting go awry?

But she soon abandoned the thought.

She’d learned the hard way that plans never outpace change.

This lesson rang true for her—perhaps the Heavenly Dao would intervene the moment she arrived.

“Look, it’s Elder Su!”

The closer they got to the “Heavenly Sword Hall,” the more disciples appeared.

Gradually, more eyes fixed on Su Wanqing.

To avoid a potential “fan frenzy,” she and Qiao Jinxuan quickened their pace.

Even so, it took them the time of one incense stick to reach the hall.

Though a minor sect, Heavenly Sword Pavilion was still impressive among its peers.

The “Heavenly Sword Hall” could hold a thousand, its decor elegant and ancient. When Su Wanqing entered, the elders were already seated—she was the last.

“Elder Su has arrived?”
“Please, take your seat.”

“Thank you, Sect Leader.”

The sect leader greeted Su Wanqing warmly, gesturing to the seat reserved for Qiongxiao Peak’s elder.

“…”

Once seated, Su Wanqing said no more, sitting silently alone.

As the meeting hadn’t begun, she instinctively observed her long-unseen colleagues.

Noticing each elder accompanied by a disciple, she glanced at the empty seat beside her.

Perhaps yesterday’s ordeal had muddled her mind, but Chen Xueli’s image inexplicably surfaced.

She let out a soft “tch” to voice her unease.

“Tch…”

Haunted by yesterday’s trauma, thoughts of Chen Xueli triggered a slideshow of her disciple’s “rushing” in her mind.

To calm herself, she closed her eyes, leaning to one side.

One hand on her forehead, the other fidgeting with her prayer beads, she sought tranquility.

But once calm, it backfired—now her mind was flooded with Chen Xueli.

What sin had she committed to become so strange?

Worse, a faint unease stirred within her, like a warning of approaching danger.

Sure enough, her crisis arrived!

A voice, both painfully familiar and brimming with loathing, sounded beside her.

“Master, are you unwell?”

At the sound, Su Wanqing’s eyes snapped open, landing on the seat beside her—Chen Xueli, somehow there.

Her disciple had resumed her facade, cold as an iceberg, unapproachable.

“…”

Seeing this, Su Wanqing’s heart, long on edge, finally gave up. She closed her eyes again, refusing to look at her.

As expected, the wretched Heavenly Dao had intervened.

But it was reasonable—her transmission token was in Chen Xueli’s hands, so her presence wasn’t surprising.

To avoid suspicion from others, Su Wanqing showed no overt rejection, merely ignoring her.

Chen Xueli played along, maintaining her icy beauty act.

Satisfied, Su Wanqing nodded, planning to endure until the meeting’s end.

Surely, no matter how bold Chen Xueli was, she wouldn’t dare “rush her master” in front of everyone?

But just a quarter-hour later, Su Wanqing realized she was wrong…

Chen Xueli, that rebellious disciple, was utterly beyond saving!