"Going out with my master?
Are you kidding me?
Whenever she gets carried away, she only leaves herself the bare minimum for survival, making sure she doesn't die, and then goes off to have fun on her own.
If it weren't for the techniques I've developed over the years, I might have lost an arm or a leg by now… After all, this little loli is the head of her sect—she goes to places no ordinary person would go. Ancient secret realms, the nest of a demon god… It's all way too dangerous!
So I decided to take on a disciple.
The kind who can handle a few tasks and then go on their way… If I let him know that this time, the thing my master wants him for is just to go play outside, he definitely wouldn't have run over here!
"But it's not really his fault. Over the past two years, my little loli master has been unusually well-behaved.
It was all just small trouble here and there. Who knew she'd suddenly bring such a big surprise?
"However, with his rapid change of expression, my loli master didn't seem surprised at all. It was as if this change was already in her expectations. She casually took a sip of tea and said with a leisurely tone, 'Well, I guess that means I'll be going to the Food Immortal Town alone this time…'
"Mobai's eyebrows shot up, and he couldn't help but gulp. Food Immortal Town—one of the most unique places in the Eight Desolations World. Known for its gourmet cuisine.
It's said to be the creation of an immortal cook, with countless rare and delicious dishes. It's the holy land that all culinary cultivators in the Eight Desolations World dream of. In my nineteen years of life, I'd only been there once, and that had cleaned out my entire savings—four dishes! But it was worth every penny—the taste, the feeling… Even now, just thinking about it makes my mouth water.
"Yet, I still decided to decline. The food might be amazing, but I don't want to deal with my master getting into more trouble again.
And, most importantly, I don't have any money right now… I wasn't hoping for my master to take me on another extravagant food trip.
'Master, just enjoy your meal,' I said.
"But before I could even finish, my little spirit companion was buzzing in my ear, 'Go, go, go! Hurry up and go! Don't you realize what time this is, host?!! This is a little climax!!'
"Mobai was frozen for a moment, and it took a few seconds for him to come back to his senses. The scene from Food Immortal Town started playing in his mind."
The Food Immortal Town was holding its century-old Culinary Convention—normally a place for chefs to compete, foodies to indulge, and singles to meet. However, this time, the main character was also participating.
As everyone knew, whenever the main character was involved, big things happened—this time, a major showdown with the Dark Sect was expected.
If it followed the plot, this trip to the Food Immortal Town would be thrilling, risky, and exhilarating—everything Mobai usually avoided.
"Just kidding, Master, a man's word is his bond! Once I say I'm going, I'm going—no backing down! When do we leave?"
Mobai said, trying to brush off his reluctance to face such trouble.
After all, he preferred standing by, eating treats and watching the show—far more enjoyable than being dragged into danger. This was the Dark Sect's first big appearance, marking the protagonist's first taste of glory—a scene he watched from the sidelines, secretly resentful of the attention being stolen.
But for Mobai's enthusiastic response, his master, Xiāo Yáo Zǐ, seemed puzzled.
"You're already so ready to go? I hadn't even used my full set of tricks yet."
A little disappointed not to see Mobai's classic rapid change of expression, she concluded with a wistful tone, "Tomorrow, get ready. I'll come for you then."
"Okay, Master! Call me when you're ready," Mobai replied, still happily munching on treats, not worrying about the coming trouble—knowing he'd still get a good show out of it.
As Mobai walked away, a little sprite perched on his shoulder chimed in, "You know, Master is messing up this story a bit with you in the mix, but don't worry—things will still follow the script.
We'll be flying high with it soon enough!"
Mobai nodded, agreeing with the little spirit's sentiment.
As he moved away, he suddenly paused, realizing he had lost his book—likely when Master pulled him away.
"Oh well, I guess it's lost to that literary girl," he shrugged, continuing on his way.
Meanwhile, back at the table, once Mobai had fully left, Xiāo Yáo Zǐ put down her tea, then produced a book with a subtle wave of her hand. She gazed at the book's cover, "So, you like this type?
Maybe I'm not doing enough as a master…" She muttered, opening the book to read, her previously indifferent expression becoming increasingly absorbed, even serious.
By the time she finished, flipping the last page, she looked out at the darkening night and smiled slightly.
"So this is what disciples like now—should I learn?"
Opening another book titled "The Dark Sect Master," Xiāo Yáo Zǐ considered, reflecting on the recommendation from an old friend—a book that had promised it would be addictive.