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

[Final Section – Protect]

"STOP!!!!!"

The thunderous voice echoed like a bolt of lightning. A man flew and descended using light-footed technique. The one with an oval face that seemed cunning pretended to furrow his brow. Internal energy of king level spread. If one were to say that the gap between commander and general levels was immense, then the leap from general to King was so different like comparing heaven to an abyss.

Hu Yunlang instinctively sensed the danger. Though he had no conflict with this man, it didn’t mean that this man wouldn’t have a problem with him. The young tiger quickly strode back into the house’s boundary, but he was slower than the chain that shot out from the sleeve of the king-level man.

With his energy, even though he wasn’t injured, he couldn’t escape.

"Elder, what do you want?" Hu Yunlang asked.

"Hmph! How Dew Residence teaches their disciple? In just a few days, one has already turned into a thug. Out of goodwill, I’ve passed by and decided to teach you. If left unchecked, this could tarnish the Advisor’s reputation," the man said, waving a fan in a slow rhythm. He hid a mocking smile.

"I’m not!" The tall man denied firmly, his sharp eyes glaring intensely.

"Harming disciples from other buildings isn’t being a thug, is it?" the fox-faced man retorted. He stopped smiling, gesturing with his fan toward a pile of grown men lying on the ground in a messy way.

“…” Hu Yunlang had no intention of mentioning more things. Though impulsive and stubborn, his extensive experience in the martial world allowed him to know the intention of those who came to pick a fight. No matter what he said, it would be no different from farting. There were only stern, gleaming eyes that communicated so well.

"Never mind. There’s no use in talking. As the commander of the eleventh buildings, I will help teach you myself.” He said with a troubled expression, but his eyes gleamed.

Massive chains slithered from his sleeves, yanking and binding the strong frame tightly. One chain. Two chains. Three chains… They coiled to the point that he couldn’t resist it. Hu Yunlang bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. If he didn’t practice early-stage Kurama technique, several parts of his body would have been mangled.

This wasn’t just a lesson!

"This isn’t just a lesson, is it?" A sweet, expressionless voice rang out, as if knowing his thoughts.

One ke earlier. Dressed in comfortable attire, the slender figure sat sipping tea while watching the watering cans diligently do their job. She couldn’t help thinking about a fairy tale she’d read as a child. It had always been popular. It was about a village girl who lived in a beast’s manor, the place where the furniture had it own life… Perhaps if she understood and matured enough to handle all her power, she might try to do that.

Thunk…

The hands, which were about to lift a warm cup of tea to sip and chase away the coldness, froze. Ancient people said that happiness usually didn’t last long. As for this, she thought it was true.

For the past few days, the House’s Daughter did not only learn about the detailed matters of the people inside, but it could also learn a little bit about the nearby area, for example, people who approached it, their appearances, and their energy level. It was clear to her that her Junior Big Brother Lang was enraged and had leapt beyond the boundaries.

She would not bother to stop him, since it wasn’t against any sect rules. However, she feared that the person, who hid the energy of king level, would have a different opinion.

Oh, he really visited every place. How impressive.

"Sigh…" Ning’ai exhaled, standing up and brushing herself off a little bit before slowly walking out of the residence.

She wasn’t in a hurry. She was so chill. No matter what incident, it probably wouldn’t be too much for her Junior Big Brother Lang, who hid his talents… She thought that way.

However, it seemed she was totally wrong about that…

"Never mind. There’s no use in talking. As the commander of the eleventh buildings, I will help teach you myself.” A relatively high-pitched voice said. She watched as the chains swiftly launched toward her junior disciple like wolves that desperately wanted venison. Ah…, but this was a stag leader that was too muscular.

Her gaze shifted to inspect the thin, lanky man. His oval-shaped face had a faint glow of health, and his upturned eyes stretched toward the sky. She met him once during the selection of the demon sect’s disciple. Those dried watermelon seeds eyes kept moving non-stop. He dressed in fine, neatly tailored, pristine white attire. There was no way one could figure out which part of his body he hid those massive chains in. But never mind, Ning’ai had no intention of learning about the anatomy and hurting her little head. What was important was the badge hanging from his waist, marking him as the commander of the Eleventh Building.

The Eleventh Buildings again…? The demons’ buildings that truly were demonic. 

"This isn’t just a lesson, is it?" Once she had done the thinking, she seized the opportunity to reveal herself, even though she was slow that the face of Junior Big Brother Lang had already grown a bit pale.

"Little girl, the elder here is helping discipline your junior disciple in your place.” With this, it was no different from a slap on her and her grandfather’s faces.

"Discipline in what exactly? Please clarify," she asked. Even though she didn’t want to prolong the argument, she asked as a formality.

"For daring to act like a thug and bullying disciples of the same palace. I’m afraid that Dew Residence disciples seem to abuse the favor." Upon having the opportunity, the fox-faced man spoke in lengthy sentences, thinking that the innocent-looking girl was only good at internal energy martial arts, not sharp wit.

"Oh."

Clink…

"In that case, let’s return to the house, Big Brother Lang.” She responded briefly and simply. Ning’ai carelessly flicked her hand for once, and it was enough to cause the thick chains, which were imbued with internal energy of king level, to be severed.

Nonsense. She wanted to return to continue sitting, nibbling at melon seeds, and drinking warm tea according to her simple way of living.

"Outrageous!!! Favoritism like this has allowed you to become thugs. What makes Dew Residence so great? Today, this elder will teach you a lesson!!” He furiously came up with a reason for him to talk. Multiple chains aimed to attack the slender figure for her to cough blood.

Clang! Clang!

It was a pity. The aim to attack could only remain an aim. The House’s Daughter domain was vast and strong. The stronger the bond between its residents and the house, the harder it was to destroy it. This little wall, even if a deity from heaven descended to destroy it, wouldn’t open easily, let alone a man with internal energy of king level.

Ning’ai turned around and headed back to her residence, unconcerned. Junior Big Brother Lang obediently followed her. There was no sign of defiance. He seemed composed like when they met each other for the first time. She recalled that she hadn’t replied to the elder. So, she stopped and spoke. 

"What makes the place so great? Why don’t you ask the Lord yourself, the eleventh building commander?"

With that, the sound of insults and chains striking the wall continued for hours. Yes, he was cunning, but he had to fix his EQ… quite a lot.

Returning to Dew Residence, Ning’ai settled onto her usual cushion placed on her porch. As for the tea, which had turned cold, she warmed it up with internal energy for a bit, and it became fragrant like how it used to be.

"Big Brother Lang, please, rest first. You must be so exhausted, meeting with lunatics," she said, pouring a small cup of tea for her junior disciple, who had been making an expressionless face, but his eyes wavered for a while.  

"It’s my lack of self-control that has tarnished Dew Residence’s reputation," Hu Yunlang said, sinking to his knees before Senior Sister.

Ah... Sometimes, she thought that people in the martial world were quite overly dramatic.

“…” Ning’ai sat still, blinking. She didn’t say anything. She waited to see what this problematic junior would do next. As for the matter of age, when combined with her past life, she didn’t feel strange calling her junior disciple ‘Big Brother Lang.’

"I will…"

"Think carefully before you speak," she interrupted preemptively because famous Chinese movies and novels made her know in advance that people like him often ended up blaming themselves and running away from their problems.

She wouldn’t ask him to stay, she just let him reconsider.

Silence fell over them. Junior Big Brother Lang frowned deeply, while Senior Sister Ning’er sat nibbling melon seeds and sipped her tea. Two ke later, the man, who knelt, rose and disappeared toward the training yard at the back of the house. The sound of objects of various sizes falling and scattering echoed.

She would pretend not to know that her junior disciple destroyed things in the house.

Four hours passed. Ning’ai picked up woven ropes to braid them into various styles. It looked like a nice woven tassel. The Lord arrived punctually. He asked nothing about the lunatic who had recently stopped rampaging, instead sitting down silently to serve as a cushion for her to lean on in exchange for a braided rope for his jade. Shortly after, a sweat-drenched man with brown skin returned, standing tall before her once again, panting heavily.

It would be weird if he wasn’t exhausted. What man would vent his anger and frustration by plowing nearly three rai of land?

He gave her lovely trees the benefit.

"Drink some water first, Big Brother Lang.” She said as she poured tea. When she was about to hand it to Big Brother Lang, the Lord snatched it and poured it into his thin, perfectly shaped lips.  

Ah, fine. The Lord had been strangely possessive lately.

"I will become stronger," Big Brother Lang said.

"Alright," she nodded.

"I will take care of you."

"Alright."

"I will consult the Lord of the demon."

"Alright... huh?"

Consult the Lord? About what? Did the word ‘consult’ carry some hidden meaning?

She looked at the Lord and her Junior Big Brother Lang in confusion. She saw that the corner of the Lord’s lips was lifted. She was even more confused when the Lord even poured tea for Big Brother Lang himself.

Was this the men’s language? Never mind. Since they understood each other well, she wouldn’t interfere.