Chapter 6: A Freak Emerges [1]

It was rare to see her so interested in something; how could he not get rid of this little devil as quickly as possible so he could have some peace and quiet? In his view, Luo Yu certainly wouldn't be able to figure out the secrets of this sound-based cultivation on her own; it was bound to take a lot of time.

However, he never expected that in less than three months, she would have mastered all the musical scores and could even steadily command the Star-Moon Flute. When he first saw her, Duan Tianao nearly fainted from shock.

If one were to speak of the greatest change over these three years, it wasn't just Luo Yu's freakish talent, but her enchanting appearance. Her phoenix eyes curved slightly upward, her lips were deep crimson, her skin was fair and smooth, and her figure was curvaceous—possessing a look quite similar to those of the modern era.

Whenever Duan Tianao saw Luo Yu, she was dressed in bright red, looking seductive and bewitching. However, Duan Tianao had always doted on her as if she were his own granddaughter; although the two of them bickered frequently, their bond had always been very strong.

"Girl, can you please stop being so freakish?" Duan Tianao looked at the red-clad young girl standing before him with a look of utter confusion. Her hair fluttered, she held a translucent jade flute in her hand, and red light gauze swirled around her body, making her look ethereal and immortal.

Of course, this ignored the current state of her surroundings. Not a single plant around Luo Yu was intact; even the ground had faint cracks, and the surrounding large trees were leaning at all sorts of crooked angles. The whole scene was a miserable sight. Duan Tianao truly felt a sense of sorrow and deep sympathy for the plants that had fallen victim to Luo Yu's hands.

Luo Yu raised an eyebrow and said nonchalantly, "How am I being freakish? Besides, these things are already old. If they aren't phased out, how will their descendants ever have a chance to rise?" She spoke with such righteous conviction, but she was also telling the truth; things naturally undergo metabolism, being surpassed and phased out generation after generation.

Duan Tianao's mouth twitched violently. What kind of theory was that? However, he knew that when words came from Luo Yu's mouth, even if they were illogical, they somehow became logical.

Still, he couldn't help but complain, "Girl, aren't you just intentionally looking for trouble for me? Look at me, I'm already at such an old age; can't you just let me have some peace?"

"Precisely because you're old, you should move your bones and muscles more, lest you age prematurely," Luo Yu replied without giving him any face. In her view, this old man was simply too idle; if she didn't find things for him to do, she would have to live her life on eggshells.

To put it bluntly, this all stemmed from Duan Tianao not allowing Luo Yu to go out. In her frustration, Luo Yu had slipped some itching powder into Duan Tianao's porridge, leaving him tossing and turning for two whole days before he recovered.

After that, such incidents became as common as daily meals—perfectly normal, with neither side yielding to the other. Over these three years, they had truly exhausted every trick in the book to try and make the other suffer. Luo Yu was, of course, delighted, but Duan Tianao was miserable, frequently being pranked for no apparent reason.

"Come on, I am your master after all! Can't you be a little nicer to me? Can't you stop causing me so much trouble?" Duan Tianao was truly so angry that his beard bristled as he glared fiercely at Luo Yu.

But this had absolutely no effect on Luo Yu. She gave him a faint, dismissive glance and walked straight past him toward her room. She had played enough over these past few years; it was time to find a moment to descend the mountain and play around in that so-called martial world. That would surely be fun, and she was more than prepared.