Chapter 148: Chapter 10 It Doesn’t Matter if She’s a Witch as Long as She’s Cute
In the courtyard, Jiang Liyan finally had enough of laughing and started to console Wei Dongliu with feigned sympathy.

“It’s alright, Daoist Wei. I think that kid is pretty stupid, doesn’t seem like he’d make a good cultivator at all. How about we visit some other private schools?”

Wei Dongliu glanced at him, his face expressionless.

What he was looking for was not an heir to pass on his mantle, but a trustworthy and loyal confidant… Of course, he couldn’t tell Jiang the Witch directly.

After calming down for a moment, Wei Dongliu came up with a new plan and discussed it with Jiang the Witch while smiling:

Guo Jin is supposed to listen to his tutor, isn’t he?

If I can get the tutor on my side, won’t I have that kid wrapped around my finger?

Jiang the Witch fell silent upon hearing this, her thoughts whirling:

What’s with Wei Dongliu, why is he so fixated on that boy?

Could it be that the young man named Guo Jin possesses some special cultivation talent?

After pondering for a moment, she dismissed that guess:

No! Before we even came here, Wei Dongliu had already decided to find an “obedient and compliant” disciple.

His desire to take Guo Jin under his wing must be for the same reason, unlikely due to any “cultivation talent.”

Time passed, and soon the old tutor was seen returning, staggering with a string of cured meat in tow, clearly drunk.

Wei Dongliu approached him and asked directly:

“Old sir, do you have a disciple named Guo Jin?”

The old tutor looked up on hearing this, about to burst into anger, but then abruptly held back.

Shangdang City is close to the south of Taihang Mountains, where Demon Cult Cultivators often come to gather materials; hence, the common folk are very cautious, aware of the distinction between “mortals and immortals” and “being at someone’s mercy.”

Though the man and woman before him did not seem overly arrogant, they also lacked the respect that juniors should have for their elders. They directly inquired about his disciple… What if they were cultivators?

Thinking this, the old tutor was so frightened that he sobered up a bit and stammered:

“He is not my disciple, just that his mother has him stay at the private school… May I ask what business do you two have? Perhaps this old man could be of some help…”

“This child is fated to be with me, and I wish for him to study the Dao with me,” Wei Dongliu declared bluntly.

Indeed a cultivator! The old tutor quickly began nodding like a pecking chicken, saying:

“It’s truly his fortune from a past life that an immortal like you would take notice of Guo Jin! I will immediately go and make things clear to him!”

Leading the two back to the classroom, Guo Jin saw the old tutor storming in and quickly got up to greet him, but the old tutor stopped him with both hands on his shoulders and said with a big smile:

“Guo Jin, I’ve watched you grow up since you were little, and I’ve always known that you are destined for great fortune!”

“Now that an immortal master wants to take you as a disciple, your good fortune has arrived. Go pack up your things and follow the master.”

Guo Jin was completely dumbfounded and after a long pause replied:

“But…”

“No buts!” The old tutor knew what he was going to say; it must be all that “I cannot switch to another master” nonsense.

Of course, he knew all too well Guo Jin’s honesty and stubbornness.

But the person interested in him now was a cultivator!

If they just decided to kill him with a casual sword strike and then coldly said, “Now you have no master,” where could he go to make his case?

Therefore, without letting him finish, the old tutor cut him off:

“Your mother had you stay at my private school, but she never said you had to study with me!”

“In fact, your mother had already spoken to the village chief and me, saying that if there was a chance, she wanted to send you to a better place to study. Now hasn’t that opportunity come?”

As soon as the old tutor mentioned his mother, Guo Jin indeed fell for it and said honestly:

“If the tutor commands it, Guo Jin dares not disobey.”

He rose from his seat to stand, first kneeling before Wei Dongliu and gave him a loud kowtow:

“Disciple pays respects to Master!”

“Good,” Wei Dongliu nodded and said.

According to the customs of ordinary people, taking on a disciple usually involved giving gifts, but he naturally did not care for such formalities.

Guo Jin straightened his upper body, hesitantly looking towards Jiang Liyan next to him.

Clearly, this elder sister had come with the master. It wouldn’t be right not to pay respects, but what should he address her as if he did?

Suddenly, as if inspired, he turned around and also gave Jiang the Witch a loud kowtow:

“Disciple pays respects to Master’s wife!”

Wei Dongliu almost burst out laughing. Jiang Liyan was also taken aback but quickly recovered, not denying it, merely smiling as she reached into her sleeve, pulled out a silver needle, and said:

“Good child. I didn’t bring anything else, only a ‘Chaste Girl’s Yin Needle.’ I’ll give it to you as a meeting gift.”

Guo Jin, however, did not reach out to accept it but instead observed the strange look on Wei Dongliu’s face, immediately sensing that something was amiss, and cautiously said:

“With my teacher present, your disciple does not dare to accept…”

“Accept it,” Wei Dongliu sighed.

As for his relationship with Jiang Liyan, there was no need to clarify that here—not with the unrelated old school teacher still present!

“Congratulations to the Immortal Master on accepting a disciple!” The old school teacher, noticing his unfriendly gaze, quickly said, “I’ll go fetch Guo Jin’s bedding and clothes…”

“No need,” Wei Dongliu waved his hand, then left the classroom with Jiang Liyan and Guo Jin. Both of them produced Sword Light, simultaneously wrapping the unsuspecting Guo Jin in it and shooting directly into the sky.

Watching the two disappear in a flash of light, the old school teacher stood in a daze for a while before collapsing onto the ground, having broken out into a cold sweat from fright.

Taking Guo Jin back to Shiping Mountain, Wei Dongliu waved his sleeve to disable the Formation, and propelled Sword Light to enter.

Jiang Liyan, without a word, cheekily followed.

Passing through the long, narrow rocky crevices, the two arrived at the belly of Shiping Mountain.

Upon seeing the scenery in the valley, Jiang Liyan’s expression suddenly changed.

She saw that the marshy area by the lake, which had previously been overgrown with wildflowers and weeds, had been mostly cleared out, with only the more attractive ones transplanted elsewhere, and various Spiritual Herbs and Elixirs planted in their place.

Around the perimeter, many stone houses had been constructed. Their arrangement, seemingly random and disorderly as if carelessly placed, subtly hinted at the intention of Qimen Dunjia, the mystical intricacies hidden within.

Jiang the Witch suddenly recalled that the style and arrangement of these stone houses seemed familiar, as if she had seen them in ancient illustrations from the Intercepting Cult within the Heavenly Demon Path—at least, the layout was similar.

Of course, she didn’t understand the knowledge of Formations and couldn’t recognize the profound intricacies within… but she could tell that there was an extremely formidable Formation here!

This person is truly well-versed in Formations? He has hidden it well!

Wei Dongliu heard the Kunlun Mirror indicate that the Synchronization Value of his mysterious persona was rising rapidly, thinking to himself that Jiang the Witch was indeed adorable.

All notions of ill intent, all thoughts of cunning schemes, none of it mattered. After all, this was Demon Cult territory; could you really expect that any Cultivator you meet should be of the benevolent kind?

In any case, as long as she’s cute, that settles it!

While he rejoiced inwardly, his expression remained impassive as he turned to Guo Jin and said:

“Your teacher’s secular surname is Wei. This is Jiang the Cultivator, do not mistake her identity again in the future.”

“Disciple has seen Elder Jiang,” Guo Jin hastily apologized, unsettled, “I am truly ashamed of my earlier mistake…”

“It’s just a matter of address, it doesn’t matter,” Jiang Liyan said cheerfully, “Wei the Cultivator surely wouldn’t mind, right?”

Wei Dongliu: ……

He did not pay attention to Jiang Liyan, simply continuing to speak with Guo Jin:

“Our sect is called the Myriad Laws Mystic Profound Sect, upholding the ancient teachings of the Real Person of the Tai Yi Mystic Profundity from the Intercepting Cult. Remember this well.”

“Yes, your disciple will remember it,” Guo Jin recited silently several times, stating earnestly.

The Real Person of the Tai Yi Mystic Profundity from ancient times? Jiang Liyan also noted it silently in her heart, planning to return to Biyun Palace and thoroughly research the details behind this name.