I Don't Have a Disciple Like You

"The Masked Fools? When did he arrive?"

Jingliu spoke first, her expression showing some confusion, clearly surprised by the person who had appeared in her room.

Bai Luoming removed his mask, revealing his handsome face beneath. Jingliu's expression remained puzzled, his eyes filled with unfamiliarity, as if he didn't recognize him at all.

"Master, it's me, your dearest disciple!"

"Disciple? I only have Jing Yuan as my disciple; I don't recall you or me."

Jingliu spoke coldly, his expression utterly indifferent.

"Besides, I would never accept a Masked Fools as a disciple!"

"Master, you really don't remember me?"

Bai Luoming looked extremely puzzled, clearly not expecting Jingliu to say that. He even stepped up to Jingliu and waved his hand in front of her, as if to confirm whether Jingliu was faking it.

When Jingliu saw Bai Luoming's actions, his expression grew even colder, and he was certain that this was nothing more than a fool's trick.

"Whoever you are, I advise you to leave immediately, or I will make you understand the unbearable pain of life!"

"That shouldn't be the case. We just resolved the Ambrosial Arbor crisis, and Master has already forgotten me? You were the one who begged me to become your disciple."

Jingliu said no more, raised his hand and drew his Shard Sword, the sharp blade pointing directly at Bai Luoming.

If anyone else had appeared in her room like that, she would have drawn her sword long ago. But for some reason, seeing Bai Luoming's face, she found herself unable to bring herself to attack.

However, Bai Luoming's words were undoubtedly a provocation and a joke to her. As the leader of the Luofu Sword Champion, how could she possibly beg someone to become her disciple?

Thinking this, a hint of impatience flashed between Jingliu's brows. He held his sword horizontally in front of him and said coldly, "Still trying to deceive me? Fool, your tricks end here!"

Having said that, Jingliu swung his sword, the cold light of which pointed directly at Bai Luoming.

Upon seeing the sword light approaching, Bai Luoming instinctively dodged to the side, avoiding the attack.

The sword flashed past him, slicing a large gash in the wall of the room, and cutting through all the furniture along the way.

Seeing the destruction caused by the sword light, Bai Luoming realized that Jingliu was not joking, but was really serious. He was stunned and his gaze shifted from Jingliu's face to the Shard Sword in her hand.

The moment Bai Luoming saw the sword, he felt a tickle on his head, as if his brain was about to grow. If he remembered correctly, this sword should have been in Ren's hands, so why was it here now?

Could it be that Ren has realized his mistake and returned the sword to Jingliu?

But that was clearly impossible. Combining Aha's earlier words with the situation in the room, a bold idea surfaced in his mind, but he wasn't sure. He simply spoke again to Jingliu:

"Master, what year is it now?"

Looking at the mess in the room, Jingliu's expression revealed a hint of heartache. He regretted not taking action inside the room.

Just then, Bai Luoming's words reached her ears, and she subconsciously replied, "It's currently Star Calendar 7379."

?

Bai Luoming was startled. His thoughts had actually come true. If Jingliu hadn't lied, then he must have traveled through hundreds of years to arrive in this Shuhu Rebellion era!

Recalling Aha's earlier words and Jingliu's reaction, Bai Luoming became increasingly certain of the truth of his thoughts.

Having figured this out, he quickly stopped Jingliu, raised his hands, and loudly said to Jingliu, "Don't hit me, Master! I think I can explain!"

Upon hearing this, Jingliu paused, lowering his grip on the Shard Sword slightly. He looked at Bai Luoming with suspicion and said coldly, "Speak!"

Bai Luoming breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Jingliu would listen to his explanation, that was fine. Otherwise, he would really have to resort to his real skills. But if he could persuade him, it would be best to do so.

He cleared his throat, coughed lightly, and then began to speak slowly and deliberately, "It's like this, I should be your future disciple. I just resolved the crisis in Luofu, and somehow I ended up here now..."

Upon hearing Bai Luoming's words, Jingliu Liu's handsome brows furrowed, and he glared at Bai Luoming, saying irritably, "As expected of the Masked Fools, actually fabricating such words to deceive me. Who do you think you are? The Terminus? And you even claim to transcend time?"

Having said that, she no longer held back, raising her sword and unleashing streaks of sword light that swept across the sky, pointing directly at Bai Luoming.

Bai Luoming was somewhat helpless, but he still mobilized his Preservation power to create dazzling shields on his clothes.

There was nothing he could do; he was running out of clothes. He'd been expending too much energy lately and hadn't had a chance to replenish them. His body was fine from being struck, but the fact that his clothes were torn to shreds was a much bigger problem.

However, Bai Luoming did not stand still and let Jingliu attack him. He casually used energy to create a sword and simultaneously unleashed sword lights in response to the sword light slashed by Jingliu.

The sword light of the two clashed, constantly melting and consuming each other, eventually dissipating into nothingness.

Upon seeing this, Jingliu was taken aback. She knew her own situation best; Bai Luoming was indeed using her methods, and even Jing Yuan might not have such skill.

What's with that move of yours?

"Hehe, does Master believe me now?"

"I don't believe it."

"..."

Bai Luoming was getting increasingly frustrated. He had clearly used the techniques personally taught to him by Jingliu, so why didn't this guy believe him?

Jingliu: Maybe the Masked Fools is deceiving me. I'm not sure. I'll wait and see.

"What exactly does Master want me to believe?"

Bai Luoming now regrets not asking Jingliu for some kind of proof; otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a predicament.

However, this idea is just a thought; after all, it doesn't make sense to use things from the future to govern people from the past.

"Forget it, why should I tell you all this? Once I capture you and send you to the Ten-Lords Commission, everything will be clear."

After saying that, Jingliu made a fierce move, pointing his Shard Sword directly at Bai Luoming, the sword light sharp and fierce.

Seeing that Jingliu was serious, Bai Luoming no longer hesitated. Instead, he bypassed Jingliu, burst through the door, and rushed out.

Jingliu didn't think much of it and chased after him with his sword.

Just then, the gate to Jingliu's courtyard was gently pushed open, and a Foxian with purple hair stepped in.

She stared at the mess in the courtyard, momentarily stunned, then her eyes lit up as she looked at Jingliu and said, "Jingliu Liu, when did you make new friends? You didn't even introduce them to us."

Upon seeing Bai Luoming Baiheng, Bai Luoming acted as if he had seen a savior, quickly hiding behind Baiheng and pointing at Jingliu, saying, "Sister Baiheng, save me! My master is going to kill me!"