Discipline was discipline, and mealtime was mealtime.
Having vented his morning grumpiness, Ouyang looked at the two utterly unrepentant brats, sighed inwardly, and sent them off to eat.
After breakfast, Leng Qingsong went back to repairing his roof, Bai Feiyu returned to the tree to stabilize his cultivation, and Chen Changsheng headed down the mountain to reinforce his formations.
Only Ouyang and Hu Tutu remained.
Hu Tutu had been shocked over and over since coming up the mountain yesterday. By now, she had gone numb.
Whether it was Leng Qingsong and Bai Feiyu, whose swordsmanship was breathtaking, or the seemingly honest and unassuming Chen Changsheng, every one of them could crush her.
Even her eldest senior brother, whom she had always assumed was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining, could effortlessly subdue Leng Qingsong and Bai Feiyu while they were fighting.
All of a sudden, her reputation as the beautiful girl genius Green Mound Mountain produced only once every three thousand years seemed like a joke.
Her little face drooping, Hu Tutu stood beside Ouyang as he packed his things to head out and asked in a soft little voice, "Eldest Senior Brother, am I really stupid and useless?"
Ouyang put a shovel into the basket on his back, then turned in confusion toward the dejected Hu Tutu. He stroked her fluffy little head and comforted her. "Silly child, how could you be stupid?"
"Hehehe, you're so nice, Eldest Senior Brother!" Hu Tutu giggled foolishly, hugged Ouyang, and rubbed her cheek against his thigh.
When I first saw him, I thought Eldest Senior Brother was a pervert, but now he seems so nice.
There was an inexplicable warmth about him, along with a lovely bamboo scent, just like the bamboo bed in her home on Green Mound Mountain.
I, Tutu, love Eldest Senior Brother best!
Ouyang picked up the tiny Hu Tutu and set her in the bamboo basket on his back. Smiling, he said, "Let's go. Starting today, you're a member of Little Mountain Peak. Come gather herbs with me!"
"Yes, yes, yes! I, Tutu, am the best at finding spirit herbs!" Hu Tutu said, brimming with energy.
With Hu Tutu on his back, Ouyang headed toward the rear mountains.
The Azure Cloud Sect occupied the Azure Cloud Holy Land and its seventy-two peaks.
Yet only the twelve outer peaks of the Azure Cloud Sect were open. The remaining sixty lay within the inner grounds of the Azure Cloud Holy Land.
With the main peak, Azure Cloud Peak, at their center, the outer peaks stretched out in a line, enclosing the Azure Cloud Holy Land tightly.
The other eleven peaks were:
Sword Peak, Jade Maiden Peak, Spirit Beast Peak, Miscellaneous Studies Peak, Five Elements Peak, Pill Peak, Artifact Peak, Punishment Peak, Martial Peak, Heavenly Evolution Peak, and Little Mountain Peak.
Each peak represented the cultivation methods it specialized in.
The remaining sixty peaks were normally forbidden grounds, because the sect's Attendant elders lived there, devoted to arduous cultivation.
For the disciples' safety, and to avoid disturbing the Attendant elders' secluded cultivation, even inner disciples were strictly forbidden from entering without permission.
If that bunch of muscular brutes from Punishment Peak caught anyone, they would inevitably drag the offender back to Punishment Peak for a bout of bodily and spiritual torment.
Little Mountain Peak, however, was rather special. The other eleven peaks were all on the outskirts, while the newly established Little Mountain Peak alone stood farther inside.
Thus, Little Mountain Peak was already within the forbidden grounds to begin with, so there was hardly any question of trespassing.
Besides, what do the sect's prohibitions have to do with our Little Mountain Peak?
Ouyang practically rampaged wherever he pleased throughout the forbidden grounds.
As he carried Hu Tutu, Ouyang introduced her to Little Mountain Peak's daily work.
Unlike the cultivation methods the other peaks specialized in, Little Mountain Peak's unique specialty was medicine!
That was right. Little Mountain Peak was the little medical clinic of the entire Azure Cloud Sect.
His master, Hu Yun, had once been known as the sage of gynecology, a caring big brother who understood women!
Yet every disciple Hu Yun took in was born with rebellious bones-the sort whose hundred pounds of flesh contained ninety-nine point nine nine pounds of rebellious bones.
As a result, no one wanted to inherit the medical skills Hu Yun took such pride in. He often grieved in private that everything he had learned would have no successor.
Although Ouyang was not particularly willing to take over his master's medical practice either, as the eldest senior brother, his master clung to him every day and refused to let go. Through constant exposure, he had picked up most of it.
They were all immortal cultivators. How could ordinary illnesses strike them so easily? Even if they caught a chill or a cold, circulating their true qi would cure everything as surely as medicine taking effect.
If someone was poisoned or injured, Pill Peak had all sorts of miraculous pills. Swallow one, and they were guaranteed to be as lively as a dragon and vigorous as a tiger.
If even Pill Peak could not solve it, there was no point bringing them to Little Mountain Peak.
They could go straight to announcing the funeral feast!
Thus, the medical arts of Little Mountain Peak were very much like chicken ribs: little meat to eat, yet a pity to throw away.
What he had learned in his previous life was utterly useless here.
He could hardly grab someone in the Core Formation Realm and earnestly tell them, "That's not a core you've formed. That's a kidney stone. Hurry up and have it removed!"
Or grab someone in the Nascent Soul Realm and say, "Nascent soul? What nascent soul? You're pregnant! What? You're a man? Then it's a teratoma. You need surgery!"
"Cultivating immortality? What immortality? Believe in science! You're all sick in the head. You all need to go to a psychiatric hospital!"
Little Mountain Peak's medical arts amounted to pulse diagnosis, acupuncture, and prescriptions. In truth, most of the work was psychological counseling.
Why else would his master have been called the sage of gynecology?
Those older female cultivators needed psychological counseling!
Unfortunately, he had not inherited his master's extraordinarily high emotional intelligence when it came to fawning over women.
Things like, "Don't hold a grudge. Hold me," or, "Close to vermilion, you turn red. Close to you, I turn sweet."
"I'm nine and you're three: divided by you, it's still you," and, "Do you know what I'm missing? A little bit of you."
How could someone hundreds of years old have the nerve to say things like that?
Whenever Ouyang accompanied his master to Jade Maiden Peak to treat the ladies, his master returned heaving long sighs, lamenting that rotten wood could not be carved.
But hearing the cheesy pickup lines roll right off his master's tongue made Ouyang feel a little sick. He even sneered at them.
Was immortal cultivation really that boring? Even pickup lines that cheesy could leave those older female cultivators unable to resist?
I just can't be bothered to say them. After being washed over by the torrents of big data in my previous life, couldn't I rattle off cheesy lines like these the moment I opened my mouth?
When Ouyang unleashed all sorts of cheesy pickup lines from his previous life on his master,
his master's expression shifted from contempt to shock, from shock to solemnity, and from solemnity to taking out a little notebook and diligently jotting them down.
Overnight, his master announced that he finally had a successor, then excitedly set off on a long journey, clutching his newly acquired holy scripture!
Walking along the mountain path, Ouyang casually pulled up a sweet grass root, broke off a piece for Hu Tutu behind him, and held the remainder between his lips. A wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
If all the love in this world amounts to ten measures, I, Ouyang, possess twelve. Everyone else in the world owes me two!
Heh heh heh, I am this era's master of romance!
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