I Just Wanted to Live Off Sect Allowances, But They Insist on Making Me Their Master! - Chapter 2:

Chapter 2: Naming

Su Cheng was dumbfounded. Was Ye Chenmeng insane?

[Goddess, are you seriously trying to get me killed?!]

[Sect Master Cheng tried so hard to persuade you, and you still wouldn’t listen? You said you’d serve at my side? If you enter my sect, do you think that guy will spare us?]

[My precious baby, he might not kill you, but he’ll definitely kill me!]

[No way, I absolutely cannot give in. That guy is ruthless! He might even kill you too!]

Su Cheng had made up his mind not to get up, and naturally, no one could wake him.

Ye Chenmeng paused. This guy… was actually worried about her?

Cheng Liang also looked baffled, clearly losing face. He had invited her personally, only to be rejected?

As the sect master of Heavenly Dao Pavilion, where would he put his dignity now?

“Just look at him!”

Cheng Liang grabbed Su Cheng’s robe and shook him violently, but Su Cheng just pretended to sleep like a lifeless dog.

“Can’t you see? He doesn’t want to accept you! Do you think this is some kind of test?”

Cheng Liang stared at the breathtakingly beautiful woman before him, unable to understand how she could be so foolish.

He kicked over Su Cheng’s chair. Su Cheng, unaware, was toppled to the ground along with it.

Looking like a bullied child too afraid to fight back, he timidly picked up the chair and table, then resumed pretending to sleep.

At that moment, Ye Chenmeng felt a strange ache in her heart, something she couldn’t explain.

[Chenmeng, as you’ve seen, I’m a useless man. I can’t protect you.]

[If it were just me, I could endure this. But if I take you in as my disciple, what right do I have to call myself your master?]

[If you don’t like him, just choose another sect. There are so many. Surely one of them will suit you.]

Ye Chenmeng wanted to stand up and tell Cheng Liang to stay away from her master!

But she hadn’t even been officially accepted. Doing that would only bring trouble to Su Cheng, and he would be even less likely to accept her as his disciple.

“Stubborn and unteachable.”

Seeing Ye Chenmeng remain unmoved, Cheng Liang gave up. He figured she would eventually come crawling back after seeing that Su Cheng had no cultivation and could not guide her.

He would be hers in the end.

With that thought, Cheng Liang turned to leave, and the surrounding onlookers began sneering.

“Sect Master Cheng kindly advised her, and she still had the nerve to refuse him!”

“Exactly! She really thinks a bit of talent gives her the right to be arrogant!”

“She’s clearly the same kind as Su Cheng—trash attracts trash!”

The crowd gradually quieted. Su Cheng, who hadn’t slept all night, somehow dozed off for real.

By the time he woke again, the sun was already setting…

Drowsily, Su Cheng looked up in front of him…

[What should I do… I can’t keep pretending to sleep now…]

He sat up and, for the first time, seriously looked at Ye Chenmeng.

Ye Chenmeng seemed lost in thought, but upon hearing Su Cheng’s inner voice, she snapped to attention. Master was awake!

She straightened up from her kneeling position. Though her legs were numb, she still knelt upright and respectfully.

“What’s your name?”

“Ye Chenmeng.”

Only then did Su Cheng carefully examine her. Because she was part of Cheng Liang’s harem, he’d never looked her in the eye before.

[Born with natural allure, bloodline of the Fox Demon King… taking her in is no different from playing with fire.]

“Stand up, you’ve been kneeling all day.”

“Yes.” Ye Chenmeng slowly rose, her legs so stiff it was easier to kneel than to stand…

Hearing Su Cheng’s inner voice made her feel even more aggrieved. Was it her fault she was born with natural allure? Why did everyone treat her like some seductive disaster?

“Why do you want to take me as your master? There are so many sects here.”

That was what Su Cheng never understood—why him?

Anyone with sense wouldn’t choose him!

A sly glint flashed in Ye Chenmeng’s beautiful eyes. She wouldn’t lie, but when dealing with Su Cheng, she found it came naturally.

“Because I believe Soaring Immortal Hall suits me. I need a master who cares about me. In Soaring Immortal Hall, I’ll be the only disciple, so master’s attention will be mine alone. I won’t need to worry about others and can focus on cultivating.”

She avoided the deeper truth but didn’t lie. That point really mattered—she didn’t want to compete with other disciples or fight for resources.

At Soaring Immortal Hall, she was the only disciple. Whatever the master had was hers. It was the best possible choice.

“You saw what happened earlier. If you stay with me, that will be your norm.”

Su Cheng had figured it out. Ye Chenmeng wasn’t blindly jumping into this—she had thought it through.

Besides, kneeling all day showed her determination.

Taking a deep breath, Su Cheng said seriously, “I’ll give you a chance. Want to try?”

“Chenmeng is willing to try.”

“This is my sword. Its name is Frost Edge. If you can control it, I’ll take you as my disciple. Deal?”

[Leave it to fate. If she can control the Frost Edge Sword, then it’s fate’s will for me to accept her.]

Ye Chenmeng froze. That pitch-black thing was Frost Edge?

But hearing Su Cheng’s inner thoughts, she panicked slightly. No one lies in their own mind.

This sword looked like some grave good that had been buried for centuries. Even the scabbard was rusted.

With a blank expression but cautious hands, Ye Chenmeng accepted Frost Edge Sword. The nearby crowd gathered in again.

“Heh, don’t understand such simple advice?”

“He’s giving a disciple that piece of junk? I bet it can’t even be drawn!”

“Thank goodness I joined Heavenly Dao Pavilion. Even regular disciples get mid-grade Earth-level flying swords!”

Ye Chenmeng couldn’t be bothered to respond, and Su Cheng didn’t care at all.

[Ye Chenmeng… Chenmeng… That name paired with her fate… what a pitiful child…]

She looked at the sword in her hand, then at Su Cheng, shaking her head to clear her thoughts.

Slowly, she unsheathed the sword. Despite the shabby appearance, the blade within gleamed with a cold light. Invisible sword Qi seemed to protect it from the erosion of time.

Just as she guessed—he hadn’t lied. This really was an immortal sword. She could feel it the moment she held it!

Even if it wasn’t an innate treasure, it was definitely a top-tier immortal-grade weapon.

But whether she could control it was still unknown.

Ye Chenmeng was certain that being here, before this man, was already a heaven-sent opportunity.

Now it was up to her to seize it.

“This Frost Edge Sword is stubborn by nature. Be careful. I believe only I can control it. If you can’t, don’t push yourself. Don’t get hurt.”

But what Ye Chenmeng thought was—Even if I die today, I will tame this sword!

What she said aloud was only, “Okay.”

With a graceful flick of her sleeve, she tossed the sword into the air and immediately cast a control technique. Frost Edge Sword hovered above her.

The sight shocked Ye Chenmeng. She muttered to herself—So this is an innate treasure! An enhanced version!

It wasn’t that she controlled the sword—the sword was cooperating with her. It was like it was made just for her!

The sword gradually shed its outer grime, revealing a pristine white scabbard with golden embroidery that read “Frost Edge.”

Like snow hidden for ten thousand years finally seeing daylight, like a lost traveler finding home again.

This was her dream sword!

As a sword cultivator, Ye Chenmeng had always dreamed of owning an immortal sword.

Now she was overwhelmed with emotion, nearly crying. This wasn’t just a high-grade immortal sword—it was a genuine innate treasure!

A legendary divine weapon!

What other sect would offer her this?

Which sect master would be willing to part with such a treasure?

Only Su Cheng! Only her great master!

[Huh? So that’s how you use it? No wonder I couldn’t figure it out!]

[I’ll have to try that later myself!]

Ye Chenmeng was still moved when she heard Su Cheng’s inner thoughts. The Frost Edge Sword was still floating in the air.

“Smart and talented. You truly have the aptitude to—”

Su Cheng tried to compliment her, but she interrupted.

Now that she had controlled Frost Edge Sword, Ye Chenmeng immediately retrieved it, hugged it close, and knelt respectfully.

“Thank you, Master, for the gift!”

Su Cheng was stunned. His outstretched hand grabbed at empty air and awkwardly withdrew…

[Damn! That’s my personal sword! When did I say I was giving it to you? You just robbed me in front of everyone!]

[Fine, this girl outplayed me. Whatever… it was just a fire poker in my hands anyway. Frost Edge Sword might even suppress her natural allure.]

“From this moment on, you are my personal disciple—first disciple of Soaring Immortal Hall.”

The onlookers quickly realized the truth—Ye Chenmeng wanted that sword, so she joined Soaring Immortal Hall!

With her talent and that seemingly Heaven-grade immortal sword, did it matter if her master had no cultivation?

Many onlookers even began to regret not making the same choice.

Joining Heavenly Dao Pavilion made them just another overlooked disciple, while in Soaring Immortal Hall, she would be the sole favored one!

“Chenmeng will never bring shame to Soaring Immortal Hall or Master’s name!”

Looking at Ye Chenmeng kneeling before him, Su Cheng finally understood what taking a disciple really meant.

[I have to give this poor girl a new name. With her current fate, she won’t live long enough to become Demon Empress even if she avoids saving Cheng Liang…]

“I don’t like the name Chenmeng. From your fate, I shall give you a new name—Qinghan. Do you like it?”

[Even if only your master for a day, I won’t let you down. Though fate is set, I will shoulder it all for you.]

“Thank you, Master, for the name!” She heard every word in his heart but didn’t ask—if he didn’t say it, she wouldn’t press.

Ye… Qinghan. This was the name her master gave her, the name born from his defiance of fate to rewrite her future!

Far off, Cheng Liang watched this unfold and understood—Ye Qinghan had only yielded to Su Cheng for the sake of that sword.

In his heart, he swore he would rescue her!

He couldn’t let such a fine girl fall into Su Cheng’s hands!

He only had a few Heaven-grade treasures himself, and not even a top-tier Heaven-grade sword.

But now that Ye Qinghan had acquired Frost Edge Sword, there should be no reason left to reject him…