The Arch-Enemy Must Not Become a Wife-Chapter 34: Fairy

Chu Xuan couldn’t help but ask, "Master, what exactly do you need my help with?"

"It’s not that I’m unwilling, I’m just worried that my low level of cultivation might cause more harm than good."

Fuyunzi shook his head, "You don’t need to take action. You’ll understand when you meet the person."

Soon, the two of them delved into the buildings behind the main hall, arriving near a secluded courtyard.

From afar, Chu Xuan saw a white-haired old woman in purple sitting cross-legged on a mat at the entrance.

Her eyes were closed, sitting quietly there, exuding an aura as deep as the sea and extraordinary, clearly a master from beyond the mortal world.

Is this the "ancestral master"?

Just as Chu Xuan was about to step forward and pay his respects, the old woman opened her eyes, looked towards the head teacher, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

As they approached, she immediately stood up and said, "Nephew, I can’t stay here. Let me take a turn at the Scripture Repository instead."

Fuyunzi stroked his beard and pondered, "Well, um, Uncle Li just went there for duty a few days ago. Isn’t it too soon to change the personnel?"

No sooner had he finished speaking, he steadied his Uncle, "Wait here, let me take a look inside first."

Without allowing a response, Fuyunzi hurriedly grabbed Chu Xuan’s hand, quickly walking into the courtyard as if afraid of any objections from his uncle.

Chu Xuan was both puzzled and nervous. Who exactly was this mysterious ancestral master to make these knowledgeable elders so flustered?

Upon entering the courtyard gate, he saw a petite girl dressed in a pale yellow dress rolling back and forth on the ground while crying and wailing:

"I want roasted crane wings!"

"And I want three-hundred-year-old Monkey Wine! Not a year less."

"Waaah~ You bully me every day."

Honestly, this scene stunned Chu Xuan; where was the ancestral master? There was no sign of anyone except this girl on the ground throwing a tantrum like a child.

Fuyunzi calmly coughed, "We have younger visitors."

The girl on the ground froze, quickly got up, patted her clothes with some embarrassment, and then pretended to be calm, composed, and an otherworldly master.

Without rolling around, Chu Xuan could finally see her appearance clearly.

She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a pale yellow long dress, her long hair reaching her waist, her arms wrapped in a fairy-like white shawl.

She had a cute and charming face, bright eyes that twinkled, smooth white skin, a delicate nose, pearly teeth, and soft lips. Her posture exuded beauty, and her figure was well-developed and curvaceous.

If she didn’t open her mouth, she would be considered a highly beautiful and adorable girl.

At this moment, the girl stood with her hands behind her back, using a senior’s exclusive gaze to appraise her junior, looking Chu Xuan up and down before asking in a crisp, melodious voice, "Who is he?"

"He’s my newly accepted disciple. Come, Chu Xuan, pay your respects to the ancestral master."

Only then did Chu Xuan dare to confirm, disregarding his astonishment and disbelief, slightly bowing and greeting, "Disciple pays respects to the ancestral master."

The cute girl nodded in satisfaction, "Not bad, the youngster is quite polite, but you should call me the founder."

"You should know, I am indeed the third-generation founder of the Cyan Lotus Daoist Palace, a cultivator who ascended to the Celestial Realm four thousand years ago. In the past, I led the palace through thick and thin, greatly contributing to its growth and prosperity."

"Calculating it, you are only the disciple’s disciple’s disciple of my disciple’s disciple..."

Listening to her stream of self-praise with a proud face, Chu Xuan felt so unreal.

If elsewhere, hearing these words from this woman, he’d think she must be crazy.

But considering his master’s serious demeanor earlier and his respectful expression now, Chu Xuan couldn’t help but wonder if she really was an ancestral master of the Cyan Lotus Daoist Palace...

In the cultivation world, generally, only the founders and those who ascended can be called "founders", otherwise regardless of seniority, terms like ancestral master or grand ancestral master are used instead.

If everything she said were true, could she be a Celestial Fairy descended to the mortal realm?

Honestly, she didn’t look like one; what kind of fairy would roll on the ground asking for food and drink?

Moreover, she didn’t give off any profound vibe at all; she merely looked like a pretty girl.

Seeing Chu Xuan’s doubtful expression, the initially joyful, talkative girl suddenly grew stern, "Don’t you believe me?"

Chu Xuan naturally shook his head, "I believe, I believe."

Yet this reply sounded rather perfunctory; he couldn’t honestly convince himself.

Almost driven to tears by Chu Xuan, the girl was saved when Fuyunzi flipped his hand and took out a pink "sugar flower" from his sleeve.

This was made using a sugar sculpting technique, fashioned into a delicate lotus flower.

The girl was instantly attracted, eagerly eyeing the flower.

While passing it to her, Fuyunzi coaxed, "I’ll convince the disciple, please wait a moment, founder."

The girl grinned as she carefully accepted the sugar flower, started eating it, dismissing Chu Xuan’s disbelief.

Chu Xuan found it increasingly incredible; shouldn’t an ancestral master be quite old? Why was her disposition still like a child’s?

Fuyunzi gave a look to his disciple and led the way towards the main room attached to the courtyard.

Chu Xuan naturally followed, only then noticing a plaque hung at the house’s entrance, bearing the words [Founder Hall] in big characters.

...

In the elegantly furnished house, an eternal lamp and sandalwood incense burned year-round, making the atmosphere serene.

At the upper position, an altar housed the tablets of Cyan Lotus Daoist Palace’s ancestors, arranged in six staggered columns by seniority.

Above all the tablets, at the altar’s inner wall, hung a vivid portrait depicting an old Daoist in azure robes with an immortal aura.

He stood with his hands behind his back, on top of a green lotus in a pond.

Having been moved by the solemn atmosphere of the Founder Hall, upon seeing this painting, Chu Xuan felt as if the eyes of the Daoist were focusing on him, almost tangible, forcing him to lower his head slightly, not daring to stare directly.

Fuyunzi took a few sticks of incense from the offering table, lit one, and handed another to Chu Xuan. After paying homage to the ancestral masters, he continued:

"This place is one of our palace’s core areas. Although it looks unremarkable from the outside, it essentially doesn’t exist for ordinary people, who cannot enter."

"From this, you can imagine why we temporarily settled the founder here. Her origins are significant. If the news gets out, it would be catastrophic."