Fairy, don't let your golden finger chase after me!

Chapter 102: Impossible! My second sister is invincible!

The moon sets and the sun rises; in the blink of an eye, the night has passed.

Exhausted from last night's barbecue revelry, Dong Mo was still fast asleep in his bedroom.

Just as he was sound asleep, he suddenly heard a woman calling out to him.

"Young master, young master! It's time to get up."

Xiao Bai's voice came from beside his ear, gentle yet persistent. Dong Mo groggily turned over and pulled the blanket over his head.

Xiao Bai called out a few more times, but seeing that he still didn't respond, he had no choice but to gently push his shoulder.

"Young Master, Miss Yueying has left."

Dong Mo suddenly opened his eyes. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind still a complete mess from just waking up.

Gone? What? Gone? Wasn't he perfectly fine yesterday? How could he be gone?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible! My second sister is invincible!

Then, Xiao Bai saw his young master's face suddenly contort in an extremely exaggerated way.

Furthermore, the young master's expression was extremely infectious, as if a melodious tune suddenly rang out beside him (imagine the Song of Guan Yu).

"Death is like a cool summer night, allowing one to sleep peacefully without worry..."

"Oh dear... my sister! How could you leave like this!"

Dong Mo threw off the covers and sat up abruptly, burying her face in her hands and bursting into tears.

"Yesterday its eyes were wide open like a pancake, today they've turned into two strips! Tomorrow, we'll push it into the incinerator... and it'll be burnt to a crisp!"

Xiao Bai was stunned by Dong Mo's shout. Holding a piece of paper in her hand, she stared blankly at her young master's dramatic lament, unsure of what to say.

After a long while, Xiao Bai finally came to his senses and whispered, "Young Master... Miss Yueying just went home. She's not dead."

Upon hearing this, Dong Mo's crying stopped abruptly.

"Tch, so he's not dead after all." Dong Mo rubbed his eyes, yawned, and lay back on the bed expressionlessly. "What a waste of my feelings."

Xiao Bai's lips twitched. She really couldn't understand what her young master's thoughts were about Miss Yueying.

They were like siblings last night, sitting side by side on the observation deck watching the moon, saying things like "You'll always be my sister," which warmed my heart.

Why is it that the first thing I did when I heard she had passed away this morning was to cry and mourn? And I cried so earnestly that I almost dragged her down with me.

And after learning that Miss Yueying was not dead, he suddenly became so indifferent...

"Young Master, this is from Miss Yueying." Xiao Bai handed over the note in his hand.

Dong Mo took the note, which contained only one line of text. The handwriting was delicate, but the strokes were forceful, as if he had hesitated for a long time before writing it.

Brother, I'm home. Don't worry about me...

Dong Mo looked at the note, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"That Yueying is such a hypocrite. She clearly said she wanted to have another match with me, but then she just went home without a word."

Dong Mo folded the note and put it in his pocket, his mood suddenly improving.

After all, no matter what, he, the cannon fodder villainous older brother, has finally gained his sister's approval!

Thinking of this, Dong Mo couldn't help but sigh, "So she went home. It's good that she's home, it's good that she's home."

Looking at the smile on Dong Mo's face, Xiao Bai suddenly felt a pang of sadness. The young master had been kicked out of the Dong family; when he said "It's good to be home," he must have been homesick.

Although he never mentioned the Dong family in public, how could he truly be indifferent to being expelled from his own family?

"Young Master..." Xiao Bai opened his mouth, wanting to say something to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Dong Mo turned his head, his face already back to its usual nonchalant expression.

"It's nothing. Let me help you wash up."

.........

After washing up, Dong Mo changed into a clean training uniform and went to the deck to begin today's training.

The morning light was just right. Birds flew by in the distance, their calls clear and melodious. Gu Ziyue was already waiting on the deck, rubbing her eyes and yawning, her tail drooping listlessly behind her.

Feng Ling Shuang, on the other hand, was full of energy, already standing there with the Phoenix Cry Sword in hand, her azure eyes filled with focus. Xiao Bai stood to the side, holding the Purple Nether Sword in his arms, his gaze fixed on Dong Mo.

Yin Lingsu stood before them, holding a gourd of wine in her hand. She looked like she was still hungover, but her eyes remained clear and sharp.

"Today's training task," she said, holding up one finger. "Feng Ling Shuang, Gu Zi Yue, swing your swords ten thousand times."

Feng Ling Shuang nodded in agreement, and Gu Zi Yue let out a wail.

"Xiao Bai, swing your sword 100,000 times."

"Yes, Master." Xiao Bai nodded earnestly.

It was Dong Mo's turn. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for either swinging his sword ten thousand times or being pulled aside by Yin Lingsu for "special tutoring."

The so-called "special treatment" meant that Yin Lingsu used a real sword to attack him, while he used a wooden sword to escape, resulting in an extremely tragic scene.

"Dong Mo..."

"exist."

Yin Lingsu took out a wine gourd from her bosom, shook it, and found it empty. She tossed the empty gourd to Dong Mo.

"Go to Heming Mountain City down below and get me some wine."

Dong Mo was stunned.

"Huh? Buying wine?"

"Yes, get the wine." Yin Lingsu nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Go and come back quickly."

Upon hearing this, Gu Ziyue's fox ears perked up instantly. She glanced at the empty gourd in Dong Mo's hand, then at Yin Lingsu, her amber eyes gleaming.

"Teacher! I want to go too!" She raised her hand high, her tail swishing rapidly behind her. "I'll go with Dong Mo! I'm worried about him going alone!"

Yin Lingsu glanced at her: "Are you worried about him, or do you just not want to swing your sword a thousand times?"

"Yes, I have them all," Gu Ziyue answered honestly.

Yin Lingsu chuckled and waved her hand, "Alright, alright, you can go with me. Just keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't cause any more trouble."

"Teacher is the best!" Gu Ziyue ran over happily, took a bag of spirit stones from Yin Lingsu, and then grabbed Dong Mo's sleeve and ran towards the edge of the spirit boat.

Dong Mo stumbled as he was pulled: "Slow down..."

"What's with the slow pace! It's a rare treat to not have to practice swordsmanship and to go out and have fun. Aren't you excited?"

"I'm going to buy wine, not to have fun."

"After buying the drinks, isn't it just about having fun? Why are you so stubborn, you little blondie!"

Feng Ling Shuang watched the two figures pulling and tugging at each other, her brows furrowing slightly, and her grip on her sword tightened. But with her master's training duties at hand, she ultimately said nothing, and simply began to swing her sword silently.

Dong Mo and Gu Ziyue boarded a small flying shuttle attached to the spirit boat and descended from the Sumeru pedestal hovering above Heming Mountain, landing outside the city gate of Heming Mountain City.

As soon as Dong Mo and Gu Ziyue landed, before they even had a chance to enter the city, they were greeted by a group of people.

Leading the group was a middle-aged man dressed in a brocade robe and wearing a jade crown; he was none other than City Lord Zhou of Heming Mountain City. Behind him followed a dozen or so attendants, all with beaming smiles and extremely humble postures.

"Welcome, welcome! Welcome to the two esteemed disciples of Lord Yin, for your presence in Heming Mountain City!"

The city lord Zhou immediately bowed and clasped his hands in a gesture of extreme humility, which could even be described as flattery.

"The wine and drinks that Lord Yin requested have already been prepared." The city lord waved his hand behind him, and an attendant immediately presented a storage bag, respectfully handing it to Dong Mo. "You two can take it at any time. There's no need to give us spirit stones; consider it our tribute to Lord Yin."

Dong Mo took the storage bag and scanned it with his divine sense. He found that it was not only filled with the finest spirit wine, but also contained a lot of rare brewing materials.

Lord Zhou was all smiles, extremely humble, and his attitude towards Dong Mo and Gu Ziyue was almost obsequious.

He did this entirely because he was afraid of Yin Lingsu.

After all, the scene of Yin Lingsu forcing back the Dong family patriarch and the Dong family's law enforcement hall that day was still vivid in the minds of the cultivators of Heming Mountain City.

In addition, the warship that Yin Lingsu seized was parked above Heming Mountain, and it remained there for two weeks.

That's the Dong family's warship, Sumeru Throne, with combat power comparable to the Void Refinement level!

Even if Yin Lingsu crippled him, he was still not someone He Mingshan could afford to mess with.

What's more, the ship also houses Yin Lingsu, a formidable figure who can't be persuaded to leave.

Lord Zhou may have seemed obsequious, but in reality, he was truly at his wit's end with this living father.