Command 3: The Demonic Advisor’s Granddaughter and the Junior Disciple

[Opening Section – Daily Life]

“Senior Sister, please teach me too!”

On the early morning of the third day after the Demons Palace disciple selection, noise pollution and mental harassment still followed Ning’ai relentlessly.

The large pair of eyes gazed wearily at the hulking young man she had stomped on and put him in a porridge like state during the selection day. He was as tough and resilient as his enormous, muscle-bound frame suggested. Despite collapsing to the floor and being covered in blood, four hours later, he not only refused to join the building he had been chosen to join but also tossed aside senior disciples scatteringly. He then ran while huffing and puffing around the Demons Palace until he found Dew Residence.

After living there for three days, her grandfather’s heart was softened. He took him in as a disciple. However, he still didn’t stop asking to practice with a ten-year-old kid.

“Big Brother Lang, Ning’er thinks you should finish watering your vegetable patch early in the morning.” She pretended not to hear anything, changing the subject to send him far away.

“Oh! I’ll come back later then, Senior Sister.” Fortunately, this Junior Brother Lang of hers sent all his protein to develop the muscles across his body, except for his brain.

Hu Yunlang. His body was muscular. He was tall and big. His skin was dark, and his facial features were sharp. With a brief look at him, he seemed dignified, mysterious, and alluring. If one did not see what she saw, it would be hard to believe that this Junior Big Brother Lang of hers was loud, battle-crazed, easily panicked, and very sensitive.

Like a painting of a tiger that was turned into a little cat.

As for the matter of taking this man as her junior disciple, if one were to say that it was good, it was good, and if one were to say that it was bad, it wasn’t quite accurate… The first good thing was that she had daily treats for her eyes and heart three times a day, both before and after each meal. On some days, it might also include when she woke up and before bed. The second good thing was that she had a servant, who would help her with the tasks without complaining. The last good thing was that she had a target to practice the techniques whenever she felt like doing so.  

The bad part must be how she had to sew the clothes that the junior disciple kept tearing them daily. Additionally, there were disciples from other buildings who came to cause commotion before the Dew Residence’s territory—either because they wanted to transfer to Dew Residence or challenge her to duels… If the Lord hadn’t said that the martial world tournament was near and they still needed to use them quite a lot, she might have sent her junior disciple out to eliminate them.

This made her close off Dew Residence and strictly limit access.

The small hands intricately stitched into the fabric. During her free time, she liked to sit doing what she loved, gaze into the distance, sip warm tea, and taking a nap.

Before long, her junior disciple returned to the residence, his muscular frame was covered in sweat, as if it were droplets of water. The delicate figure handed him a towel and poured him a glass of cool water, preparing it for him. Beside her was a large, crimson, internal energy infused watermelon. Soon, it would probably be in the muscular stomach of the giant man.

“Thank you, Senior Sister,” Hu Yunlang said with a smile.

“Take a rest,” Ning’ai told her Junior Big Brother Lang, patting the seat beside her.

“Are you embroidering that garment for the Master?” The man, who was biting into a large melon, asked curiously. He had seen his senior sister bustling about with it since late morning.

“No,” Ning’ai replied curtly.

“For the Lord?”

“No…”

“...”

“For you.” After a brief silence, Ning’ai elaborated for her junior disciple, who couldn’t seem to figure it out himself.

Oh, junior disciple, this residence only has three people. If it’s not for her grandfather or the Lord who occasionally visits, who else could this men’s garment be for but him?

With his jet-black eyes, Hu Yunlang looked at the petite senior sister, who was embroidering the garment meant for him with care. His heart warmed. It had been so long since he couldn’t feel such care from people in the cold martial world.

Drip... drip...

“Big Brother Lang!” The girl noticed that the young man had been silent for a long while. When she looked up to ask him, it was her who had to exclaim loudly.

“Huh?” The large one made a voice in his throat in confusion, feeling warm liquid in his eyes.

Was he... crying?

“Why are you crying...? Do you not like the garment I’m embroidering?” Ning’ai asked, setting aside the piece she had been embroidering. She spoke to console him as if she were an adult. With a thin hand, she patted his strong back, picked up a handkerchief, climbed onto the large man’s lap, and wiped the tears spilling like a broken dam.

What had she done that made him sad again?!

“No... no... I love it. I love it so much, Senior Sister. Sob!!”

And so, that day, she discovered that her Junior Big Brother Lang was another creature that was hard to understand.

In the afternoon, the man who often visited arrived, as punctual as ever. The girl’s activity this day was teaching martial movements to her giant junior disciple. So, she could only bring out a cushion for seating and place it down. Beside it was a tea set and snacks. She then invited the Lord to sit on the platform and quietly watch.

Come to think about it, she and the Lord of the Demons Palace had never talked more than ‘Mmm,’ ‘Ah,’ ‘Oh,’ and short words that contained no more than two words with just a subject and verb.

If not included the newcomer like Hu Yunlang, Dew Residence was quite... completely silent.

After throwing punches and showing two or three moves, she let her intelligent junior disciple continue his practice on his own. If he didn’t understand something, he could ask her. She then picked up a damp cloth to wipe her sweats before sitting on the ground in from of the Lord of the palace. She wiped her hands, then she picked up a crispy snack and put it into her mouth. 

This man had a cool aura. When she sweated like this, he was like a portable air conditioner.

It wasn’t anything special, she liked it... it was comfortable.

Plop…

Though not that unexpected, Ning’ai hadn’t thought the fastidious and perfection-loving Lord would lift her sweaty, dirt-streaked body and set her on his strong lap. Did he really enjoy having her sit on his lap that much?

Or was the Lord of the palace a man fond of dolls and thought of her as one?

"Scent..." The deep, soft voice said near her ear with no purpose, causing the small figure to flinch.

“Scent, my Lord?” Ning’ai repeated, confused. She restlessly checked her smell for a bit, and she didn’t think it was that bad. Mmm, but this Lord might think that it was bad.  

How could she be blamed? He was the one who had pulled her onto his lap despite her being drenched in sweat.

“I’ve just exercised and practiced martial arts, so of course there’s an unpleasant smell. My Lord, you should let me go. If you delay, the scent might cling to your clothes.” Once the girl came up with a conclusion to herself, she innocently said it.

“No... The scent.” He said again. The slender finger, just like a jade candle, pointed in front of him.

Scent? Hu Yunlang? What does he have to do with this?

Ning’ai tried to think back to recent pasts. As for the incident that could leave someone else’s scent on her, there was only one moment she could recall. It was when the big, tall man cried so hard on her small shoulders. He had hugged her so firmly that she thought she wouldn’t be able to move.

“Senior and junior disciples naturally have close moments.” The slender frame said while avoiding the use of some wordings.

For a proper lady like herself to say that she had been in a tight embrace with a man? Even if it was her junior disciple…, she wouldn’t say it.

In the future, Hu Yunlang would want his senior sister to change her wording for sure, since the man with cold air behind her interpreted her words far more deeply than anyone could anticipate.

Hearing the story from the little one, Gu Yangjie’s face darkened significantly. With his strong hands, he lifted Ning’ai off his lap. He then strode toward the hulking young man, who was diligently practicing the technique’s movements.

Admirable, admirable. Then let the Lord of the Demons Palace personally help him train!

Ning’ai watched the scene unfold and gave a faint smile. It was great that her junior disciple received training from the Lord himself, so, in the future, they would grow closer, and he could grow stronger in no time. It was a great thing.

Nodding to herself, the slender one walked in a chill manner into the kitchen to prepare the evening meal.