Defying Master and Grandmaster

After being whipped by his Grandmaster for his lack of martial ethics, Li Yan gritted his teeth. Just a few days ago, he had been arrogant and domineering, wantonly beating his Grandmaster. He had been disrespectful to his master and acted recklessly. He never expected that retribution would come so quickly. A thousand years later, he had just returned when his Grandmaster caught him.

"A Yan, do you know how long I've waited for you to find solid evidence?"

Serie's face was beaming with joy, relief, and the happiness of finally finding something she had lost for so long.

"Grandmaster, it's all a misunderstanding."

Li Yan wanted to cry but had no tears. When would this cycle of revenge end? He had only avenged the grudge from years ago.

"You call it a misunderstanding? I remember it clearly; You from the Future were so cunning."

Serie seemed to be thinking of something from a thousand years ago, her face showing a hint of gritted teeth. Although she had only been beaten up, it was a painful memory that she could never forget, given her pride and arrogance at the time.

"I suspected you for a very long time. That exact same Thieving Magic... I wasn't entirely sure it was you back then, so I could only intentionally or unintentionally beat you up during training."

Serie spoke as if she had finally caught a criminal on the run for years, recounting her hardships over the years.

"Ahem, Grandmaster, if you hadn't been so ruthless back then, I wouldn't be seeking revenge a thousand years later. So the person you should blame isn't me, but yourself."

Li Yan spoke up in a sophistry, these were his true feelings, the truth he had always wanted to tell, but soon, Li Yan's words caused dozens of vines to whip him out.

"Aww, Grandmaster, I was wrong, it was my fault, it has nothing to do with you."

Li Yan wailed. He no longer dared to spout any nonsense about the truth in front of his Grandmaster, who held the upper hand. In this world, whoever has the bigger fist is right. Li Yan's current situation perfectly fit this theory. Trying to reason with his Grandmaster, this woman, was like telling a dog that it needs to be paid for its food.

"You still want to blame it on me, A Yan? You're really too audacious."

Serie covered her hands with flames and began to deliver a loving slap, imbued with both magic and physical power.

"I was wrong... I was really wrong..."

The night passed without incident. After being thoroughly lectured and beaten, Li Yan secretly resolved that revenge is a dish best served cold, and besides, his last revenge was a thousand years in the future and a thousand years in the past.

"Ouch~ Junior Sister, be gentle."

Feeling the wound on his back being touched by Frieren, Li Yan couldn't help but speak up. Yesterday, his Grandmaster had really gone all out, even stepping on his head for a photo, supposedly to avenge the Image Recording Magic of him back then.

"Godfather, let me apply the medicine for you."

With a touch of tenderness, Fern reached out and gently stroked Li Yan's back. Compared to Frieren's somewhat clumsy movements, her application of the medicine was exceptionally careful, as if afraid of hurting Li Yan.

Li Yan could clearly feel the medicine being applied to his back and buttocks, and he felt inexplicably ashamed. Actually, he could have asked someone else to apply the medicine, such as Xiao Wu and Xiao Xue. In that case, he wouldn't feel ashamed. After all, he had been watched over by Xiao Wu and Xiao Xue since he was a child, and he was already used to it. However, in order to show their relationship, Frieren and Fern insisted on helping him personally, so Li Yan could only agree to their request.

"Godfather, does it still hurt? Grandmaster really hit too hard."

Fern looked distressed. Even if her Godfather had made a terrible mistake, there was no need to whip him so severely.

"Senior brother, could it be that you've been too horny all these years and made a move on our Grandmaster?"

Frieren blinked slightly; she couldn't think of anything that could make her beloved Grandmaster, who had always doted on her senior brother, resort to such cruelty.

"Don't talk nonsense, how could I possibly harm my Grandmaster?"

Li Yan's lips twitched slightly. Even if he had the greatest courage, he wouldn't dare to push over his Grandmaster. If Flamme knew, she might teach him a lesson just like Serie.

Upon hearing Frieren's words, Li Yan vividly imagined himself seduce Serie. She was petite, cute, and easy to push over, with a slightly curved hillside, a fresh and natural body fragrance, and a soft touch like porcelain white cotton candy. Coupled with the blessing of her Grandmaster's identity, the feeling was simply heavenly.

Having once used his Grandmaster's leg as a guitar, Li Yan swallowed hard. If he had really made a mistake a thousand years ago, the future would have been terrifying.

"Hiss, right here, little Fern, gently rub it."

Li Yan hissed and directed the commands. Although he had an amazing physique and could even withstand magic, it did not mean that people with strong physiques were not afraid of pain.

"I could hear you wailing from a mile away. Hurry up and finish, I haven't gotten over it yet."

Serie hummed softly as she entered, a bottle of green Magic Potion in her hand.

"Grandmaster, your Godfather is already like this, aren't you satisfied yet?"

Philon puffed out her cheeks and glared at Celia as she entered. She wouldn't allow her grandmaster Celia to bully her godfather in front of her again.

Frieren also stood protectively in front of Li Yan like she was protecting a chick; her senior brother had already been beaten so badly, he couldn't be beaten any more.

"What are you two so nervous about? I'm here to help A Yan get better as soon as possible."

Serie placed the Magic Potion near Li Yan's lips and commanded, "Drink it."

What is this?

Smelling the pungent yet refreshing Magic Potion, Li Yan asked a question.

Don't ask, just drink it.

Serie spoke in a detached tone.

Okay.

Li Yan didn't care what kind of strange magical potion it was. She had complete trust in her grandmaster, Seria, since there was no reason for her grandmaster to poison her after beating her up.

As the Magic Potion entered his mouth, Li Yan, who was familiar with some pharmacology, tasted some of the medicinal ingredients: Reishi Grass, Demon Snake Heart, Thousand-Year Banyan Leaves, Grey Millet Branches, and Seven-Leaf Grass. These were all medicinal ingredients that could help restore bodily functions.

"Grandmaster, you also know Potion-Making?"

Li Yan looked at Serie in surprise. He had to admit that this Mana potion was worth at least tens of thousands of gold coins. One bottle was enough to make him energetic and able to fight for ten nights straight.

"I have too much time; I've studied everything related to magic."

Serie spoke nonchalantly, her fingers lightly tracing Li Yan's skin. As the Mana potion took effect, Li Yan felt a warm sensation in her lower abdomen, as if she had drunk ten bottles of Red Bull and taken twenty pills of Liuwei Dihuang Pills at the same time.

"After you finish drinking, you'll rest for a few days and then all our grudges will be truly settled, A Yan."

Serie chuckled as she left, gently patting Li Yan's injured bottom before she went.

"Tsk smack."

Feeling the gift Serie gave her when she left, Li Yan had already begun planning her next scheme to deceive her master and disrespect her ancestors.