[1:12 Pm
31 december, 2099]
"What is this, Sensei?" A youngster, at her 18s, asked something to her master.
She rocked a long, jade-green robe that practically swept the floor as her hoodie - A sleek black silk number - made her look like she was ready for ancient rituals or just a cozy nap. And her dress also has a dragon embroidery and silver trim half streetwear icon, and all business when it comes to looking cool.
"This…" An old man took out a sword from his spatial ring. He handed her the sword as it shone in golden color. "... is a reward for completing your school. Accept it."
Xiaoya Feng received the blade with both hands as her usual confident smirk softened into something more genuine. Curiosity got the better of her as she drew the blade from its ornate scabbard.
'.... Is he pranking me?' Her brows furrowed in confusion – where she expected to find a razor-sharp edge but instead of it she discovered something entirely different. She looked up at her master, head tilted like a puzzled bird, a silent question in her eyes.
The old man's response was to reach out and pat her head, the gesture holding years of affection. "Take Zhen with you."
Zhen? What is it? Oh! Wait, It must be sword, No?
Xiaoya Feng's eyebrows twitched as she knows her master is soon going to give his 'Enlightenment' to her.
She honestly doesn't care about knowledge as she believes that if an individual holds power then they can beat anyone. It doesn't matter who she is fighting or where she is stuck in trouble.
It is nothing new because it is happening even since she was forced to become his disciple…
Just thinking about the old days, her smirk disappeared.
Meanwhile, The old man looked outside of the temple and saw the sword. "Zhen has powerful abilities that even I wasn't able to find out. It is believed to have the power to kill gods with one slash and annihilate S rank dungeons with its aura."
"This sword huh? Are you sure sensei?" She narrowed her eyes with suspicion.
Destroying dungeons and killing Gods with just Aura and simple cuts? Who the hell is going to believe in such stupidity? Only imbeciles will think his nonsense is true, right?
"Bullshit!" She is smart enough to understand some basic situations but it looks like her master finally lost his mind while watching the red moon.
The old man smacked her head. "You doubt my words? Also how many times do I teach you not to mumble around such words? My hearing voice still is better than yours."
'Agree. It is a pain in the ass.' Xiaoyo Feng didn't rub her head. If she did… 'This asshole going to smash again-'
Her master interrupted her thought while crossing hands. "Did you think something dirty about me?"
'Shit- I forget he can read thoughts just by seeing their expressions. Good thing that I mastered mindset and complete control over body.'
"But sensei, who would believe that this thing can kill gods?" She changed topic in order to get out from 'Torture section'. Whenever her master found out she was thinking something ugly about him; He oftenly beat her to death.
She couldn't even walk properly for a few days… Training is hard but it is important to get strong.
"Zhen - Its meaning is: 'precious,' 'treasure,' 'rare,' 'genuine,' 'virtuous,' 'chaste,' and 'loyal'."
Xiaoya Feng giggled. "Wow… its name looks bigger than your small cock."
"Eh? W-Wait! W-Wh-What a-are yo-ouu ta-aalki-" The old gulped and stammered as Xiaoya Feng stared at him with a mocking gaze. And then looked at a woman who waved her hands and smiled innocently at the old man.
She teasely said to her master. "C'mon grandpa. You are more than a thousand years old yet you are a pervert! She told me that your dick was so small that she faked her moaning for you."
Xiaoya Feng patted his back. "I wonder where you bring so many womens. But… She is a lovely person. Marry her and live your life with your futures babies-"
–Smash!!
"Stop embarrassing me, Brat!" The old man sighed and looked at the sky after anticipating a scene as he shaked his head.
He glared at Xiaoya Feng. "Even since I took you as discipline, I never wished something from you-"
Xiaoya Feng sighed; He is being dick, Isn't he? Not only she helped him in his evil work but also assisted him to get some womens. This old man also has a lot of respect in many places but only if they are aware of the fact how hentai this old man is.
He licks the toes of every woman, catches his sight and beds them. Not only unmarried but married womens as well.
This old man is also known as saint: Which helps him to bed those womens.
Why is that? How did he do it?
It is really easy for him; Because this old hag lies to them saying their kids will have the ability to surpass their abilities in future. He is really a corrupted saint.
"Tsk! Tsk!" She started swinging the sword here and there while sneering. "Bold of you for thinking like that after requesting me to clean all those disgusting rumors-"
–Smash!
"Ouch-"
The old man blankly observed her with pitiful dog eyes. "S-Stop it!
"Why are you such a dick sensei…" Xiaoyo saw his angry eyes: And know he is going to torture her for using cuss words. All she had left to save her from suffering is…. Trump card.
If not today then never. Although she never used it but It is time to give it a shot.
She pointed arrogantly at him. "Next time if you smash me… I'm going to tell Olivia how you lied to her when she got pregnant!!!"
"..... Brat, Do you really think It can scare me?" The old man smashed her head softly. "Well… Can you take care of it? Find out everything 'bout it and give it to its master."
"Huh!" Xiaoya Feng's eyes widened as she couldn't trust that he left her . On the main point – Why can't he take care of it? He is strong- Wait, it is her reward? Isn't it?
Nevertheless; She nodded and asked. "Why are you not taking care of it?"
Instead of replying to her question, He added something. "My life's a one-person show, and I'm both the star and the slightly confused audience member who brought snacks. When the credits finally roll on my existence, I'll be the one who got to pick the soundtrack and design the special effects. So for now, let me live each scene my way - even if that means sometimes eating dessert first and calling it - breakfast optimization."
'I was right? Finally, This psychopath lost his mind.' She said "Oh!" And put the sword in its scabbed.
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[6:09 Am
1 January, 3000]
"... So that's what you meant by those words, huh!" Xiaoya Feng said, her voice dripping with a mix of disbelief and dry sarcasm as she glanced at her master.
There he sat—or rather, half-sat—in the lotus position, his body eerily calm while his severed head rested casually on his lap like it was some sort of macabre paperweight.
"Tsk, pain in the ass! Were you writing one of those dramatic scenes like, 'Dying in a pathetic way'? If so, let me just say, if this were a book, I'd title it 'The Death of a Corrupted Old Hag: A Self-Inflicted Tragedy.' Critics would call it poetic justice. The audience would eat it up—popcorn and all."
She leaned closer, poking at his still-smirking face (because even decapitated, he managed to look smug). "Seriously though, did you think this through? You're sitting here meditating with your own head on your lap. What's next? Are you gonna start juggling your internal organs for kicks? Maybe do a little interpretive dance about karma?"