Call Me Senior Sister

"I called you over because of your talent. Nothing else!"

As Tantai Xiasang said this, she stared at Mo Chen.

"With your talent, joining Martial Suppression Academy in the end should pose no difficulty at all."

"However, I need to tell you this in advance. After entering the academy, do not casually take a master! Especially not anyone from the Council of Elders!"

"Oh?" Mo Chen asked curiously. "Why is that?"

Tantai Xiasang pulled her spear from the ground and gazed coldly into the distance, speaking each word with deliberate force. "Because... I suspect that some elders in the Council of Elders have already become traitors!"

Mo Chen's eyes widened. "Traitors?!"

The revelation was simply too explosive.

His mind was momentarily overloaded.

"What's going on? Could something have happened within the academy?"

Mo Chen asked.

Tantai Xiasang sighed. "It may be too early to tell you such things. You only need to remember this: after entering the academy, never casually take any elder as your master!"

Mo Chen nodded. "All right! I'll listen to you."

After only a few days of contact, he could tell that Tantai Xiasang was an upright and forthright woman.

Her words should not be wrong!

"Let's go! We'll head back and rest!"

Tantai Xiasang drew out her spear and took the lead forward.

Mo Chen followed after her.

After returning to the campsite.

More than twenty martial hall disciples were gathered around the bonfire, laughing and chatting loudly.

Suddenly, one disciple raised his brows and quietly alerted the others.

"Hey, look! That menial named Mo Chen came back with Senior Sister!"

The entire group instantly turned to look behind them.

When they saw Tantai Xiasang and Mo Chen walking side by side, everyone wore strange expressions, their faces filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

"Damn! That menial really has good fortune. What the hell did Senior Sister see in him?"

"He's very handsome!" a female disciple said, cupping her face in both hands as she smiled dreamily.

"Tch! No matter how good-looking he is, he's still just a lowly menial! Maybe Senior Sister only wants him to do chores at Martial Suppression Academy."

Seeing the girl moon over him, a young man beside her twitched at the corner of his mouth and viciously cursed in Mo Chen's direction.

The others also echoed him with disdain.

"Exactly! No matter what, Senior Sister could never take a liking to him."

"Xu Ye, I heard you and Elder Sun are distant relatives. Should we find a chance to teach this brat a lesson?"

Xu Ye narrowed his eyes and sneered. "Just wait and see how I deal with him!"

From far away.

Mo Chen had already heard the martial hall disciples whispering among themselves.

He could not be bothered to start a conflict with them, so he said to Tantai Xiasang, "Miss Tantai..."

Tantai Xiasang halted her spear and turned her head. "Call me Senior Sister from now on!"

Mo Chen obediently changed his address. "Senior Sister!"

Tantai Xiasang frowned and corrected him, "Senior Sister!"

Mo Chen subconsciously glanced at her chest. "All right, Senior... Sister!"

Tantai Xiasang gave a soft acknowledgment and continued walking forward.

"If there's anything you want to ask, ask now."

Mo Chen hurriedly asked, "Do you have any movement technique martial arts?"

Tantai Xiasang said, "Yes! But I can't teach them to you. According to academy rules, you must pass the academy's martial examination before you can learn its martial arts."

Mo Chen raised his brows. "Then why did you teach me the Great Power Bear Demon Fist?"

Tantai Xiasang's expression changed.

Who knew you brat would actually be able to learn such a difficult fist technique...

Looking troubled, she stopped, turned around, and stared solemnly at Mo Chen. "Mo Chen, remember this! After entering the academy, you must never display the Great Power Bear Demon Fist. Otherwise, both you and I will be severely punished by the Council of Elders! We may even lose our lives!"

Thinking of Tantai Xiasang's claim that there were traitors within the Council of Elders.

Mo Chen took a deep breath and nodded heavily. "Don't worry. I know what's at stake!"

Tantai Xiasang gave Mo Chen a deep look, said no more, and turned to enter a pitched tent.

Over the following days.

Nothing major happened.

The journey was long and tedious.

Even the martial hall disciples had lost their interest in talking. One by one, they looked listless and drowsy.

However.

If there was one small incident, it was that Mo Chen no longer had to walk.

Tantai Xiasang personally invited him into the carriage.

As a result, not only were the martial hall disciples consumed with jealous envy.

Even the outer disciples of Martial Suppression Academy in the convoy wanted nothing more than to grit their teeth and devour Mo Chen alive.

That was because the carriage held not only the breathtakingly beautiful Tantai Xiasang, but also the valiant Su Jinse.

Moreover, the others frequently heard girls' laughter coming from within the carriage throughout the journey.

This made the disciples outside the carriage look even more grim and terrifying.

"Damn it! This Mo Chen has to be a bootlicker!"

"Right! You can tell from the sound alone. He's shameless as hell!"

"I originally thought Senior Sister had taken a fancy to his martial talent, but now it seems she must have been deceived by that brat's smooth tongue!"

"Hmph! He really doesn't know his place. I heard Liu Jun, the Grand Elder's grandson, is pursuing Senior Sister. He's offended Liu Jun, so he won't even know how he dies when the time comes!"

"Besides Liu Jun, Qin Feng, the prefect's son, is also pursuing Senior Sister. This Mo Chen has brought death upon himself!"

The disciples looked toward the carriage and sneered repeatedly.

All of them mourned Mo Chen's future.

Why don't you piss and look at yourself? What status do you have that you dare set your sights on Senior Sister?

You're nothing but a lowly menial!

And you want to eat swan meat as a toad?

Inside the carriage, Mo Chen naturally neither knew nor cared about those jealous disciples.

He was earnestly telling Tantai Xiasang and Su Jinse stories from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.

"There was once a scholar who was killed by bandits one day. His head hung down over his chest. After the bandits left, his family put his head back in place, intending to bring the scholar home and give him a proper burial."

"Who would have thought that after his head was reattached, he suddenly began breathing faintly again? Upon closer inspection, everyone discovered that part of his throat had not been severed. After a day and a night, the scholar began to groan. His family fed him some broth, and after half a year of recuperation, he actually recovered."

"Several years later, the scholar was sitting around chatting with friends. Someone told a joke that made everyone burst into laughter, and he laughed so hard he rocked back and forth. Unexpectedly, as he leaned back, the scar on his neck suddenly split open. His head soon fell to the ground, and blood flowed everywhere. Everyone was terrified and immediately went to check on him, only to find that he had stopped breathing."

"His family immediately wept and shouted, suing the person who had told the joke. But the authorities could not make a ruling either. After a long time, everyone could only pool some money to help bury him, and the matter was finally settled."

"But from then on, a saying became popular in that area. Whenever someone heard a funny joke, they would clutch their stomach and say, 'Oh my god, I'm dying of laughter! I'm laughing so hard my head's about to fall off!'"

"Pfft!" Su Jinse could not hold it in and burst out laughing.

The corners of Tantai Xiasang's lips also curved upward. She found the story quite amusing.

Both women stared at Mo Chen, amused and curious.

Su Jinse asked with a smile, "Mo Chen, where did you hear all these strange and interesting stories?"

Mo Chen chuckled. "I made them up. They're just for a laugh."

Su Jinse praised him. "I really couldn't tell that you have a storyteller's talent."

Mo Chen said with a grin, "Actually, before I began practicing martial arts, I wanted to become a storyteller someday. I'd tell stories, read books, and travel around whenever I had the time. Wouldn't that be a happy life?"

Su Jinse nodded. "For ordinary people, that kind of life is indeed quite good."

Tantai Xiasang said nothing. Her beautiful eyes merely remained fixed on Mo Chen, filled with anticipation.

Mo Chen inadvertently caught Tantai Xiasang's expectant little expression and was slightly stunned.

That expression had appeared more than once.

Every time, it was when Mo Chen told a story.

Does this Senior Sister like listening to stories?