The Memory Bubble content ended here. This time, after the three of them finished watching, they all fell silent. After a long while, Stelle was the first to speak: "Well… actually, I feel like Old Jing really did do some things wrong."
"But, young people being ignorant is understandable."
March 7th nodded: "I think so too."
Ruan Mei: "Mm… it's undeniable that children tend to be impulsive during puberty."
Behind them, Jing Yuan retreated step by step while gripping the blade with both hands. "Master, did you hear that? I was still young back then, I was just a kid! How can you hold it against a twenty-year-old child!"
"It's precisely because you were young that you needed to be taught a lesson. Otherwise, you would have been ruined once you grew up!"
"But I've already grown up now! It's eight hundred years later!"
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Jingliu was first stunned, then the corners of her mouth lifted into a cold smile: "This is a lie. Your appearance is clearly no different from before, yet you dare deceive your master! Prepare to die!"
"Master, you're getting senile. We are long-life species! Isn't it perfectly normal for our appearance not to change?"
Jing Yuan looked toward Ruan Mei with pleading eyes: "Help me! Miss Ruan Mei! Tell her the truth!"
Ruan Mei was silent for two seconds and said: "But if Miss Jingliu's current memories are from several hundred years ago, she probably doesn't recognize me."
Jing Yuan: "..."
Stelle thought for a moment: "Old Jing, you should sincerely apologize to your master. I bet she definitely won't have the heart to actually cut you. We really can't help you with anything else."
As she spoke, the force in Jingliu's hand increased. The blade pressed against Jing Yuan's shoulder and cut open a gash.
"Master, your disciple is already eight hundred years old. Even fish have bones — how can a person have no spine?!"
Jing Yuan reached out and grasped, causing a Formation Blade to appear in his hand. Gritting his teeth, he said: "You old thing who loves pretending to be young, today I'm going all out with you! There are some things I've wanted to say for a long time!"
"You never treated me like the master-disciple pair who would live and die together in those dramas, right? You only took me as your disciple to play with me like a toy, didn't you?"
Hearing this, the three people on the side all perked up their ears, afraid of missing even a single word.
Jingliu's face was as cold as frost: "Rebellious disciple, you still dare to quibble!"
Jing Yuan looked grief-stricken and indignant: "Am I quibbling? Tell me, Master! Have you forgotten what you did to me that night?"
The three: ?!!!
The following is Jing Yuan's narration:
In the quiet night, the entire Luofu was peaceful and tranquil. Most people were immersed in peaceful dreams. Of course, a small portion of people were still suffering bitterly for various reasons — some for livelihood, some for games.
Jing Yuan was also one of these sleepless people.
Slap slap slap—
Inside the room, Jing Yuan was breathing heavily and covered in sweat, looking as if he was about to faint. Behind him, a white-haired, red-eyed woman held a leather belt and whipped him again and again.
—"Are you wrong or not?"
With every swing of the belt, the woman would ask this.
Jing Yuan swallowed hard with difficulty, his voice weak: "Where did I go wrong—"
Slap!
Another heavy strike lashed fiercely onto Jing Yuan's butt. Jingliu stepped on the young Jing Yuan and looked down from above: "Hmph, your mouth is still quite stubborn. It seems the 'impact resistance training' your master gave you has quite good results."
With that, she wanted to continue, but at this moment, Jing Yuan weakly raised his hand and finished the latter half of his sentence: "…Just tell me."
"I was sleeping nicely here, then you suddenly climbed in through the window, kicked me off the bed, and started whipping me with a belt without any explanation. Where did I go wrong? Just tell me!"
Young Jing Yuan looked grief-stricken and indignant: "Also, can you please not come in wearing pajamas in the future? And you make so much noise — are you afraid those two scumbags won't eavesdrop?"
Jingliu's expression remained unchanged. She gripped the leather belt and said coldly: "Let me ask you — when Baiheng was being handsy during the day, why did you only watch?"
Mentioning this, the grief and indignation on Jing Yuan's face grew even stronger: "Master, when you say this, you should have a conscience!"
"It's nighttime now. You glare with both eyes and come questioning me, but the problem is… the daytime you is willing, and I have no way to stop it!"
"If I dared to interfere during the day, the daytime you would join Baiheng in blowing air at me!"
"Then at night you'd whip me with the belt and ask why I talked back to you during the day!"
Jing Yuan lay on the ground covering his head with both hands: "Is this my fault? No matter what I do, I'm dead! …Master, why don't you expel me from the sect? I'm begging you!"
"How dare you! When Master is speaking, you are not allowed to talk back to Master!"
Slap slap slap—
"You still want to leave the sect? Do you know how General Huaiyan of Zhuming next door teaches his disciples? If anyone dares to leave the sect, their legs get broken! And this is only the beginning for you?"
"Besides, what would I do during the day if you ran away?"
Jing Yuan cried while struggling: "You got along fine without me before… Aaaah! No, no! I was wrong, I won't leave anymore!"
"Oh? You say you won't leave just like that? It seems you were trying to scare your master with that earlier… Am I someone you can scare?!"
Slap slap slap—
"Jingliu, you're deliberately picking a fight!"
"How dare you! You even dare to call me by my full name. Also, I already said it — when I'm speaking, you are not allowed to talk back!"
Slap slap slap...
The narration ended here.
The three people on the side: "...Ah, this is really too brutal."
"One day as master, a lifetime as father!"
Jingliu shook off Jing Yuan's Formation Blade with one sword strike. "I would rather you die by my hand than die on the battlefield. Is there any problem with that?"
Jing Yuan once again slammed his palms together and barely caught the blade. He loudly complained: "Just listen to yourself — is that even human speech?! You don't actually think those words sound noble and righteous, do you?!"
"Hmph, isn't that exactly what General Huaiyan said to Yingxing?!"
"Can't you learn something good for once?!"
Stelle gave a light cough: "Uh… this time I'm on Jing Yuan's side. Although he did do wrong things before, I feel like whatever sins he had should already have been repaid. There's no need to cut him again now."
Only then did Jingliu look toward Stelle: "You are?"
Stelle: "Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I am an Nameless of the Astral Express. You can also call me the Trailblazer, or Stelle…"
"Trailblazer… I've heard of you." Jingliu turned her head and said: "I remember Baiheng once wanted to become someone like you. Nice to meet you for the first time. My name is Jingliu. I'm very glad to meet you."
Jing Yuan: "…This is differential treatment, right? Jingliu! Please look at me properly!"
"You're a wuu-woo boi, aren't you?" Jingliu coldly glared at Jing Yuan and said: "You don't think I've forgotten that matter, do you?"
Jing Yuan: "Which matter? What else do I owe you?!"
Jingliu slowly extended one finger. "The day I left the Luofu. Do I still need to remind you?"
Jing Yuan's face stiffened, then visibly became obedient at a speed visible to the naked eye.