A Naive Heart

"When was I ever not serious?"

"You want me to take fluffy Disciples to Grandmaster Tongtian so he'll agree to help me solve the Immortal Volcano problem?"

"Yes."

Kong Xuan felt like his brain had short-circuited again.

He thought it over carefully and realized that what Xuan said actually seemed reasonable.

Grandmaster Tongtian truly liked fluffy Disciples.

Whenever he gave lectures, those Demon Clan Disciples would turn into their original forms and squat at the front of the platform, and Grandmaster would speak with more enthusiasm than usual.

Last time, a Rabbit Demon disciple fell asleep in class. Not only did Grandmaster not punish her, he quietly covered her with a coat.

Another time, a little marten fell asleep during class. Grandmaster did not wake it and even deliberately cast a soundproof barrier around it.

Everyone in Farm Teachings knew about these things.

"Are you sure this will work?"

"Not sure." Xuan answered decisively.

"But trying won't cost us anything."

Kong Xuan: "..."

He realized that Xuan was truly calm, but beneath that calmness hid a heart daring enough to think and act.

Taking fluffy Disciples to beg a Saint for help was not the sort of idea an ordinary person could come up with.

"What if Grandmaster has no solution either?" Kong Xuan asked.

Xuan gave him a look that practically said, Are you stupid?

"Grandmaster is a Saint."

With just that one sentence, all of Kong Xuan's questions were choked back.

Right. Grandmaster was a Saint.

What did being a Saint mean?

It meant being capable of opening heaven and earth, reversing yin and yang, and erasing a Quasi-Saint with a single thought. No matter how troublesome the Immortal Volcano was, before a Saint, it was no more than a grain of sand.

"If that truly doesn't work,