My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 391 - 283: Arrogant Miss Li (Thanks to ’O Lan Lan O’ for the league leader’s reward!)_2

The bookmark was a thin piece, made of ancient-styled jade, round, and about the size of a teacup’s mouth, but it was not a flawless piece of jade, for there was a straight crack at one bend of its body!

This was... a Jade Bookmark.

The white-browed elder held a book in one hand and the thin, cicada-wing-like ’bookmark’ in the other, placing his hand with the gentleman’s Jade Bookmark across his belly.

He looked at the handle, registered in the golden slips of the Taia Sword Pavilion’s three-foot building, the smallest Sword Cultivator’s Lifebound Sword, Yi Su.

Was this little fellow, like its master, never disciplined with a plank by the Teacher?

No matter, as long as there was justification, we Confucians could handle it.

Who said that? Your Sword Cultivators’ forefather, Jiang Taiching.

The venerable gentleman smiled.

Seeing that this procrastinating, bothersome person seemed ready, Yi Su hesitated no more and headed westward with a thrust of its sword.

"Stop, Yi Su, come back!"

Li Xueyou’s voice rang out again.

But that ’pen nib’ drawing a straight purple line showed no sign of stopping, utterly disregarding her command.

"I said come back!!!"

A sharp reprimand.

This girl, usually so gentle and quiet that she hardly dared raise her voice, now spoke with surprising volume and even more surprising tone.

And it seemed that this angry shout had its effect.

Yi Su abruptly stopped, halting just three feet outside the door of the library courtyard.

The straight purple line abruptly turned upwards towards the sky, then circled to ease its momentum.

Yi Su no longer cared to pay attention to the white-browed elder, and its blade vibrated, yet it was silent as the Cold Cicada toward Li Xueyou.

Li Xueyou at this moment appeared somewhat different.

Hands behind her back, Liu Mei brows inverted, chin lifted, eyes focused, lips pursed, she watched the misbehaving Flying Sword.

With a cool face, the girl uttered, "Hmm?"

Yi Su had already stopped circling, and at the sound of her scolding, it wobbled in the air, nearly falling before hastily returning to her side upon seeing her angry expression.

This priceless, Class A spirit-communicating Flying Sword awkwardly approached Li Xueyou, its movements fearful as it slowly circled around her, seemingly appraising her stern expression, not daring to get too close.

Li Xueyou spoke softly, "Still circling?"

Yi Su abruptly stood upright, its blade vertical, behaving obediently.

From a distance, Yu Huaijin watched calmly as this Lifebound Flying Sword, able to leave its Sword Master over thousands of miles, performed.

Beside her, Zhao Rong had his hands tucked in his sleeves, watching the scene with keen interest; if not for the crowd, he would have grabbed a handful of seeds, squatted down, and enjoyed the show.

Zhao Rong scrutinized Li Xueyou, who appeared somewhat different, then glanced at the odd Flying Sword that seemed to have a circling habit but had calmed down.

Is this... not even letting it shake its leg?

Miss Li with her cool and haughty demeanor indeed looked imposing, but the slight dimples on her cheeks when she pursed her lips somewhat broke the stern image...

Zhao Rong, eavesdropping during class, thought with amusement.

Inside the courtyard gate, the white-browed elder lowered his eyes, reinserted the Jade Bookmarks into the ancient book, patted his sleeve, and tucked it back in.

Sima Duyi, who had been silently observing all this while, now had his eyes, usually half-closed as if he were not fully awake, widening as he stared unblinkingly at Li Xueyou’s stern face, displaying a haughty expression he knew all too well...

Li Xueyou, the center of everyone’s attention, kept her chin up, not uttering a word, but unbeknownst to others, the usually timid girl who had never shown her fierce side except to her father, breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, Yi Su, standing in front of her as punishment, vibrated plaintively a few times, as if it were explaining something.

Li Xueyou listened for a while.

She adjusted her chin, still keeping a stern face, and spoke clearly:

"Blocking your way and you lash out at someone else? What, the first time was careless, didn’t think it would fail to pass through, and you ended up colliding? You were the first to crash upward, and you still think you have the right?"

Li Xueyou pointed accusingly at Yi Su, which promptly rushed over like a fawning puppy to touch her fingertip.

"Can’t you stop circling? Silly. If you keep misbehaving, I’ll write and tell..."

Cheng—

Before Li Xueyou could finish, Yi Su immediately emitted a faint sword cry, eagerly trying to please her by nuzzling against her.

It moved swiftly, like an unruly girl bouncing around.

One moment, it gently touched Li Xueyou’s hand, the next, it used its blunt blade to nudge her cheek.

It was clumsy and frantic.

Li Xueyou’s cool facade seemed about to falter.

She glanced at those around her watching, then quickly fixed her gaze, pouting, "You better apologize to the old gentleman."

Yi Su paused in mid-air, moved a bit as if it wanted to circle again, but was glared back by the frail girl with no cultivation.

Still, the little fellow trembled nervously a few times, its child-like spirit not quite grasping what it meant to apologize.

Should it also nuzzle the white-browed elder?

Yi Su was quick to shake its tip, rejecting the idea that could shame its ’Sword life’...

Li Xueyou rubbed her forehead.

She looked down, her hands always holding a purse, and now she tugged it open, her tone slightly reproachful, "Come inside."

Facing the dark mouth of the purse, Yi Su looked listless.

It hesitated, extremely reluctant under Li Xueyou’s supervision, hovered above the purse, paused, then suddenly turned a circle, drawing a pretty hollow purple circle in the air as if to indulge itself before punishment...