Quick Wear: I Fulfill the Wish of Cannon Fodder

At that moment, Su Lan slowly opened his eyes and realized that he had forgotten the time while practicing.

"Wow, host, you have been practicing for half a day. It's already dark, and your two little disciples haven't eaten yet." Tuanzi's cute voice sounded. It held the thing it had just recorded in its hand, and handed it to the host with a smile, teasing her by the way.

Su Lan heard this and a trace of apology appeared on her face. She said softly, "Didn't the immortal servants of the main courtyard take good care of them? I actually neglected this matter."

After saying that, she stood up and walked towards the door. However, when she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and saw two small figures squatting there, looking particularly cute and well-behaved.

"Host, please wait for them to finish speaking. They want to wait for you to have dinner together," Tuanzi added quickly upon seeing this, with a hint of coquettishness in her tone.

Su Lan looked at the two little disciples in front of her, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. She squatted down, gently stroked their heads, and said softly, "Xuezhu, Xiuqi, what are you doing here?"

"Master, we'll wait for you to have dinner together," Su Xiuqi answered first, and showed Su Lan his new disciple uniform, looking both naive and cute.

She did not tell anyone about her fasting. She stood up and walked towards the dining hall in the main courtyard with her two little disciples, leaving behind a trail of cheerful footsteps, which seemed to add a touch of vitality and energy to the quiet night.

In the following days, the heroine was like a tireless butterfly, fluttering in front of Su Lan every day, as if she deliberately wanted to linger in front of her, constantly making her presence felt.

Ling Ke'er sometimes talked about the details of Cang Yi's interactions with her, and sometimes showed off the various magic weapons and robes that Cang Yi gave her, trying to attract Su Lan's attention. However, Su Lan seemed not to see her and was still focused on the things in his hands. His indifferent look was as if he was facing an ordinary wild flower on the roadside and didn't take it to heart at all.

This scene day after day made Ling Ke'er's dissatisfaction burn like a flame, burning more and more vigorously. She felt even more annoyed when she saw Su Lan's warm attitude towards his disciples. Her disgust for these two junior brothers and sisters with useless spiritual roots became stronger and stronger, almost filling her heart.

At the same time, the two disciples, Su Xuezhu and Su Xiuqi, knew that they could not let down their master's expectations and cultivation. They were like two burning lamps, practicing hard day and night.

When the first rays of sunlight in the early morning shine on them, they have already stood up and started to recite scriptures, meditate and practice qigong; when the stars are twinkling at night, they are still diligently studying sword techniques and mental methods, not wasting every minute and every second.

As they worked hard, the spiritual energy of the main peak seemed to sense their determination and persistence, and gradually gathered towards their room like a group of loyal guards. The surge of spiritual energy seemed to be expressing recognition and encouragement for them.

Su Lan often paid attention to their cultivation progress. Whenever he saw them making steady progress every day, he felt an indescribable sense of relief in his heart.

Besides caring for her disciples' cultivation, Su Lan herself was also actively involved in the affairs of the sect. From the daily management of the medicinal plant garden to the subtle income matters, to the recruitment of new members and the improvement and perfection of the cultivation techniques that affected the sect's future, she personally took care of every detail and took charge of it herself.

Her rigorous and serious attitude gradually infected everyone in the sect. Everyone began to look at her with admiration, and the respect in their eyes grew stronger and stronger.

However, behind all this seemingly harmonious scene, Cang Yi was the only one who was most dissatisfied.

Once upon a time, he could go to the Treasure Pavilion without any scruples, pick out those precious elixirs and magic tools at will, and then use them to reward his favorite disciples, or brag about his inner disciples in front of everyone, in order to show off his status and prestige in the inner sect.

But now, Cang Yi can no longer obtain those treasures as he pleases, which makes his prestige in the sect gradually decline like a mountain covered with ice and snow. Those who once followed him also began to become hesitant and no longer obey his orders as before.

Inside the side room of Taiyi Sect, Cang Yi could no longer maintain his outward gentleness, and streams of spiritual power chopped down the vases.

"Clang~Snap~"

Cang Yi originally thought that if he let go for a few days, Su Lan, the dodder, would definitely come to him to ask for help in management. However, he did not receive any request from Su Lan, nor did he receive any news of her going crazy.

"Damn it, didn't that bitch inhale the poison mist? How come she's not abnormal at all and can even handle sect affairs more calmly than before?"

Just when Cang Yi was at a loss for words, Ling Ke'er rushed in again, "Master, I don't want to go to my uncle's main peak anymore. She clearly has her own disciples, and I'm always rushing there, which only makes me dislike her."

"Okay, Master knows that Ke'er is the most obedient. Can you be patient for a while?" Cang Yi still chose to maintain his image as a loving wife, and kept coaxing his little disciple to go back to the main peak to drug him.

Unexpectedly, this caused Ling Keer's extreme dissatisfaction. She agreed to the man on the surface, but she went back to the main peak to confront Su Lan directly.

Su Lan was now absorbed in guiding her apprentice in swordsmanship in the open space. Clad in her wide-sleeved, plain dress, she seemed one with the world, and the longsword in her hand seemed to come alive. Under her control, it danced, creating ethereal afterimages. The sword energy radiated outward like a surging flood, its momentum overwhelming.

Su Xuezhu and her fellow apprentice, standing nearby, were already captivated by the scene before them, their eyes filled with fascination and wonder, as if completely immersed in the world of the sword. However, Ling Ke'er, watching this scene from a short distance away, felt a mixture of jealousy and anger, so intense it nearly broke her teeth.

At this moment, "Host, the heroine is here to find you, right at your eight o'clock direction." Tuanzi had just finished watching Cang Yi coaxing people, and then turned around to see the heroine hurriedly running to the main peak looking for someone.

After hearing the news, Su Lan simply replied to Tuanzi with a faint "received" using her spiritual sense, but the sword in her hand did not stop at all. Instead, with a slight fluctuation in her heart, a sharp sword energy instantly slashed towards the peeping heroine. The sword energy was so swift that it seemed to cut off all obstacles.

"Ah!" Ling Ke'er took several steps back in horror and fell to the ground, her eyes full of fear.

Fortunately, the sword energy dissipated instantly when it reached her, and did not split the little white lotus in half.

"Master, someone is coming." Su Xiuqi saw Su Lan slowly put away the sword in his hand, and hurried forward to take it steadily.

"Well, you should practice a few times according to what your master taught you just now." Su Lan flicked his sleeves lightly, his posture showing majesty, and then he walked towards Ling Ke'er who was frightened and fell to the ground and was still in shock.

"I'm sorry, uncle-master, I really didn't mean to peek at you practicing swordsmanship. I just..." Ling Ke'er trembled and struggled to get up from the ground, trying to explain.

"It's okay. Since you have something to say, just follow me to the hall and we can talk slowly." Su Lan nodded slightly, the expression on his face relaxed a little, and then he took the still timid Ling Ke'er step by step to the main hall of the main courtyard.

Su Lan had just taken a seat directly above him when Ling Ke'er, who was standing behind him, seemed to be unable to suppress her inner emotions any longer and suddenly shouted, "Uncle Master, do you no longer love him? If so, please give Master to me. I will cherish him and make him happy..."

Her voice was filled with longing and expectation, and her words echoed in the main hall as if carrying endless pleas.