Why Do I Feel Like You're Insulting Me?!

The atmosphere in the main hall suddenly fell silent.

Liu Jin's eyes widened suddenly as he stared at his master in shock.

His lips moved slightly, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

But his heart was already roaring wildly, each word carrying an unbelievable tremor.

"No! Master! You want me to call an Eternal Realm... Uncle?!?"

Eternal Realm! Eternal Realm cultivator who hasn't even cultivated a single Great Dao! In the cultivation system of the Hongmeng Holy Realm, a cultivator of this Great Dao Realm, even if they don't respectfully call him "Senior," should at least treat him as an equal!

But now his master is actually telling him to call this person "uncle"? And even said something like, "Just take it as my order"?

Liu Jin has cultivated for thousands of years and has mastered several Great Dao. He is a direct disciple of Luo Qiushan, the sect leader of the Nether Emperor Holy Sect, and is a renowned genius in the entire Hongmeng Holy Realm.

Why should he call a cultivator at the Eternal Realm "uncle"?

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing these surging thoughts, and forced a bitter smile that was more like a grimace. He tentatively began, "Master, isn't he in the Eternal Realm? I've already cultivated several Great Dao! Besides, there's the matter of age..."

He paused, his gaze quickly sweeping over Lu Qing'an as if weighing something, before cautiously continuing, "I could reluctantly be his older brother, have him call me 'Big Brother,' what do you think..."

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Qiushan suddenly flicked her sleeve.

The white sleeve drew a sharp arc in the air, creating a visible shockwave that scattered the sandalwood incense in the hall.

Her brows furrowed into a cold, stern arc, and the light in her eyes was cold and hard, like two icy knives stabbing straight into Liu Jin's face.

"Just call me Uncle Lu! Why are you talking so much nonsense!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable pressure; every word was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Liu Jin squarely on the top of his head.

She was genuinely angry.

It wasn't because Liu Jin talked back to her, but because Liu Jin repeatedly questioned her status in front of Lu Qing'an.

She had personally experienced the terror of this man and knew all too well the devastating power hidden beneath his Eternal Realm.

For someone like that to have her apprentice call him "Uncle Lu," is that really beneath Liu Jin?!

Liu Jin was so shocked by his master's angry rebuke that his shoulders hunched and his bitter smile froze completely.

He lowered his eyelids, no longer daring to look his master in the eye, but the flame of Qi Ingestion in his heart burned even brighter.

"Could it be that Master really likes him?!" This thought resurfaced in my mind, clearer and more glaring than ever before. "No way! I can't accept this!!!"

He has known his master for millions of years.

In his memory, his master was always aloof and arrogant, maintaining a proper distance from all men and never showing any affection.

Among the powerful figures who had pursued the Master were top-tier beings who had cultivated dozens of Great Dao, and even some of the Supreme Elders of the top three Holy Sects. The Master never even gave them a second glance.

But today, not only did Master greet a man he had just met with a smile, but he also glared at his own disciple because of this man. What kind of behavior is this?

Could it be that Master has truly fallen for a mortal? And the object of his affection is someone at the Eternal Realm?!

Luo Qiushan's gaze suddenly darkened as she looked at Liu Jin's stubborn, defiant expression, which clearly showed her "I'm not convinced."

How many years has she lived? What kind of thoughts can't she see through? This kid is complaining, but he's clearly grumbling inside. She can't let Lu Qing'an think that she can't even control her own disciple!

"What! You're not listening to me anymore?" Luo Qiushan's voice turned cold, icy cold, each word seeming to have been pulled from an ice cellar, radiating a chilling aura. "If that's the case, then you shouldn't be my apprentice!!!"

She spoke with absolute certainty, leaving no room for negotiation.

The air in the main hall seemed to have been sucked out at that moment, making even breathing difficult.

Liu Jin's knees slammed to the ground almost reflexively.

With a muffled "thump," his knee struck the dark jade floor, leaving two fine cracks.

He knelt there, his stubbornness and resentment from moments before suddenly feeling as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, leaving him completely chilled.

He looked up at his master, his shock and defiance completely replaced by fear, his voice trembling with pleading. "Master! I'll listen to you, okay?! Please don't say such things again..."

He knew that his master meant what he said.

Luo Qiushan, the sect leader of the Nether Emperor Holy Sect, never lies. If she says she will be expelled from the sect, she will definitely be expelled.

The bond between master and disciple, built up over so many years, cannot be severed for such an absurd reason.

More importantly, if he were truly expelled from the sect, he would never see his junior sister again.

He can't afford this price!

Just as the master and disciple were at an impasse, Lu Qing'an spoke up.

He sat upright in the rosewood chair, his expression remaining calm. He was neither angered by Liu Jin's offense nor smug because of Luo Qiushan's protection.

He simply smiled faintly, his tone casual and composed, as if advising on a trivial matter. "Fellow Daoist, there's no need for such formality. From now on, this fellow Daoist and I will simply discuss our own matters separately."

He spoke casually, as if whether Liu Jin called him "Uncle Lu" or not was completely unimportant to him.

In fact, it doesn't matter. He came to the Nether Emperor Holy Sect on business, not to claim kinship.

Whether a young person at the Great Dao Realm calls him uncle or fellow Daoist makes no difference to him.

But these words had a different meaning to Liu Jin.

Liu Jin knelt on the ground, glanced at Lu Qing'an, her lips twitched, and she felt a mix of emotions. "So, 'each to their own' is a fine argument! But I don't want to argue with you like that!!!"

If everyone follows their own rules, wouldn't that mean he calls Lu Qing'an a fellow Daoist, and his master calls him a fellow Daoist, completely messing up the seniority system among the three of them?

More importantly, her master's words just now made her attitude clear: in her heart, this man in the Eternal Realm was more important than her, his personal disciple.

Even if Lu Qing'an suggested that everyone should have their own version of events, would Master agree to that?

As expected, Luo Qiushan completely ignored Lu Qing'an's suggestion that "each side has its own opinion."

She turned to look at Lu Qing'an, the frost on her face melting away in an instant, replaced by a bitter, apologetic smile, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, fellow Daoist. This unruly disciple is always mischievous. When I have time, I will definitely discipline him!"

When she said the word "discipline," her right hand clenched into a fist.

When that fair and slender hand clenched its fist, the knuckles made a crisp "crackling" sound, and a faint bluish-white layer appeared at the joints.

At the same time, she glanced sideways and gave Liu Jin a cold glare.

The chill in his eyes was three times greater than when he flicked his sleeve earlier, as if he were looking at a piece of scrap iron that needed to be repeatedly forged.

Liu Jin's body trembled violently.

It's an instinctive reaction ingrained in our bones, like a mouse seeing a cat or a rabbit seeing an eagle.

He had cultivated with his master for thousands of years, and he knew all too well what that look meant.

When the word "discipline" comes from the Master's mouth, it is never just empty talk.

The last time his master said he would "discipline" him, he was imprisoned in the Darkness Domain for three whole months, and when he came out, he was walking on air.

Thinking of this, he quickly lowered his head, wishing he could bury his head in the cracks of the black jade floor tiles.

But his mind didn't stop working just because he looked down; on the contrary, it worked even faster.

He suddenly remembered his true purpose in barging into the sect leader's hall today: it wasn't to compete with an Eternal Realm cultivator for a woman's affections, but for his junior sister!

He quickly raised his head, his gaze returning to Luo Qiushan, his tone tinged with urgency and pleading. "Master! Regarding Junior Sister's matter, what do you think...?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Qiushan raised an eyebrow slightly, but her expression did not change much.

This time, she wasn't angry, nor did she flinch. She simply waved her hand dismissively, her tone tinged with a helpless indifference. "I can't control you! You figure it out yourself! If you really have the ability, then win your junior sister's heart yourself!"

She spoke decisively, making it clear that she didn't want to get involved in this matter.

Her disciple wanted to cultivate the Dao of Heartlessness, and as her master, she was naturally heartbroken, but she had already done all she could.

She had tried everything—persuasion, persuasion, even considering various methods to change her mind—but her apprentice was determined to go down this path. What could she do?

As for Liu Jin's feelings for Xu Qingying, she had certainly seen them long ago, but when it comes to matters of the heart, no matter how much others worry, it's useless.

Upon hearing this, Liu Jin's hope instantly vanished, and a bitter smile, more painful than a grimace, appeared on his lips.

He subconsciously raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, a gesture full of the embarrassment and helplessness unique to young people. "I definitely can't do it myself... If my master helps, maybe I can succeed."

His tone carried a hint of reluctant pleading, but more than anything, it was filled with deep frustration.

He has been pursuing his junior sister for hundreds of years. Over the years, he has racked his brains to please her, giving her heavenly materials and earthly treasures in various ways. He even specially cultivated several Great Dao that he was not good at, just so that he could provide her with some guidance in cultivation.

His junior sister was always polite but distant towards him, always maintaining that just right polite distance, neither too close nor too far, neither too cold nor too warm, which made him unable to even muster the courage to confess his feelings.

"Sigh! I've been pursuing my junior sister for hundreds of years! And I haven't achieved anything!" Liu Jin let out a long sigh in his heart, a sigh filled with unspeakable frustration and self-doubt, "Could it be that my junior sister suffered heartbreak when she was in the mortal realm? Damn it! If I find out who caused her this, I will never forgive them!!!"

The thought flashed through his mind, yet it carried an almost violent killing intent.

He brought his junior sister back during his training. At that time, she had just arrived in the Hongmeng Holy Realm, and it seemed that she was already determined to embark on the Dao of Heartlessness path of ruthlessness.

If she hadn't been hurt, how could she have become like this?!

Liu Jin was so engrossed in her anger and speculation that she didn't notice the man sitting next to her master suddenly change his expression.

Lu Qing'an didn't know what was going on, but just a moment ago, a faint fluctuation suddenly came from the depths of his spiritual sense.

It was a faint, distant thread of cause and effect trembling gently.

At his level, no cause and effect could escape his perception, and the direction that this causal line pointed to was clearly Liu Jin kneeling on the ground!