Silky, bright white hair flowed through his fingers like a waterfall, smooth and soft...
Though the bun on her head seemed small, once the hair was fully let down, it almost reached the ground.
Not because it was excessively long, but because—his master was sitting cross-legged.
As his fingers parted her hair, the silky texture brushed against his fingertips.
He had to admit—it felt pretty nice.
Without wasting time, Mo Bai steadied his hands and began skillfully working on her hair.
He recalled his early years after joining the sect, when cultivating was his greatest aspiration.
To please his master, he had tried everything he could think of—food, drinks, games.
He would come up with ideas, and his master would execute them.
Back then, he'd suggested countless little competitions and games, like Go or card games.
The results? He lost every single time, even when he had the advantage of going first and prior experience.
After all—his opponent was ridiculously overpowered.
That said, there was one time he managed to win.
He shamelessly suggested a contest to see who could pee the farthest.
In the end, Xiao Yaozi admitted defeat. If she hadn't, he would've surely lost again...
This signature double-bun hairstyle was a result of one of his losses. His loli master had insisted he style her hair this way.
It wasn't the only hairstyle he had tried, but his master seemed especially fond of this particular look.
It had left Mo Bai grumbling for quite some time.
After all, she was an ancient being—probably hundreds of years old—yet she loved this childish hairstyle.
Though, to be fair, her body did look like a loli's.
Interestingly, even the way he addressed her as "Master Master" (Shizun Dada) was a result of years of being teased and bullied.
He had discovered that whenever he called her this, Xiao Yaozi would take it easier on him...
As these thoughts passed through his mind and his hands worked skillfully, the double-bun hairstyle was soon complete.
"There we go. Perfect. As expected of Master Master—truly beautiful."
Mo Bai returned to his original position and spoke.
Though, in truth, adorable would've been a more fitting word.
But he knew his master preferred to be called beautiful.
Honestly, he had never seen anyone more adorable than his master.
Even someone like Lin Qingming exuded a blend of cuteness and sensuality.
But Xiao Yaozi? She was pure, unadulterated cuteness—like a walking embodiment of it.
"Mm."
Xiao Yaozi nodded in satisfaction.
In the next instant, the Recording Stone on the table shattered and disappeared.
Mo Bai's face lit up with joy—this was a sign that his master was in a good mood.
Still, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Destroying it outright didn't quite match his master's usual behavior.
Based on his past experience, she would've kept it and brought it out later to tease him again...
Perhaps noticing his confusion, Xiao Yaozi looked at him and spoke,
"I didn't like this breeze. It felt as if it was trying to steal something important from me. So, I stopped it—and scattered it."
Mo Bai: "..."
He was utterly dumbfounded.
What the hell? How could her lines fit this moment so perfectly? Was this the inertia of the world?
Or did everyone here have a script?!
The little sprite flew past Mo Bai's ear with an incredulous expression, her face full of shock:
"Could your master also be a transmigrator? Is she trying to test you right now?!"
Mo Bai, already in a state of extreme bewilderment, was swayed by her words.
He looked at the still-expressionless Xiao Yaozi and, as if possessed, blurted out the so-called transmigrator code phrase:
"Odd changes, even stays the same?"
The scene fell into a deathly silence.
After a moment, Xiao Yaozi spoke calmly:
"Is this supposed to be a new joke?"
Mo Bai instantly snapped out of it and cursed himself inwardly for being a fool.
How could his master possibly be a transmigrator?
If she truly were one, then the poker cards and Go games he had introduced years ago would have long exposed his identity—and she would've confronted him about it.
But then again, it was that little troublemaker next to him stirring up his thoughts!
With that, Mo Bai mentally communicated,
"Lingxi, you're a system. Can't you tell if someone's a transmigrator or not?"
The little sprite replied with righteous indignation:
"Your master's way too strong! My level is too low—I can't see through her or analyze her."
"Tch, useless system," Mo Bai muttered, redirecting his attention back to his loli master.
Frowning, he suddenly stood up, walked behind her, and began to apply pressure on her shoulders.
He figured she might still feel like she hadn't teased him enough.
At times like this, resisting would only make things worse. It was better to go along with her whims.
"How's this, Master? My skills haven't gotten rusty, have they? Does it feel good?"
"The position's fine, but the pressure feels a little weak…"
"Got it, Master Master. Get ready—I'll use more strength now. How's this? Feel good?"
"The strength is fine now, but you're too slow."
"Alright, speeding up!!"
"Mm." Feeling the perfect force and soothing rhythm on her shoulders, Xiao Yaozi nodded in satisfaction.
Seeing this, Mo Bai felt relieved, thinking the matter of the literary girl had finally blown over.
Now it was time to bring up the topic of taking a disciple...
As he kneaded her small shoulders gently, he spoke,
"Master Master, I've received the message you sent through Senior Sister."
"But I've only been in the sect for ten years, and my cultivation journey has been full of ups and downs. My mastery of the techniques is still shallow. Asking me to take a disciple—don't you think it's a bit premature?"
Xiao Yaozi, holding her teacup, replied slowly,
"Then spend less time sleeping and more time cultivating to improve yourself. That way, you'll be ready to take on a disciple."
She paused for a moment, a faint smile gracing her lips.
"After all, I'm at the age where I'd like to see a grand-disciple..."
Under the sect leader Xiao Yaozi's tutelage, there were six disciples in total.
Mo Bai was ranked third.
After him were Fu An'an, Lin Qingming, and Xiao Han.
The first two senior disciples were ones Mo Bai had never met in person.
All he knew was that they were twin sisters whom his master had sent on some important mission.
Having read the original novel, Mo Bai naturally knew they had gone undercover...
As for him, after reaching the required cultivation level, he had moved out immediately and established his own peak.
Among the five disciples, only he was qualified to take in students.
In this light, his master's words did make sense, but...
"Master Master, you still look so youthful!"
Mo Bai paused after saying this, preparing to address the matter head-on.
"A grand-disciple can wait until I've gained more experience in a few years. For now, shouldn't resolving Master's troubles take priority?"
Mo Bai boldly declared, "From the moment I saw Master earlier, I could sense an unspoken heaviness in your aura. It's as if you're worrying over something. Please, share it with your disciple! I'll brave any danger—be it mountains of knives or seas of fire!"
In his mind, the task would likely involve running errands or crafting small items—nothing he hadn't done before.
As long as it didn't involve leaving the sect, he'd be fine!
Xiao Yaozi nodded and replied,
"It's nothing too serious. It's just been a while since we've gone out together, and I thought I'd take you out for a little trip."
Mo Bai froze, his entire body stiffening as the hands massaging her shoulders trembled slightly.
His face, which had been radiating heroic resolve, immediately shifted to one of grave seriousness.
"Master, I think I am at the age where I should take on a disciple..."