Chapter 74
**Chapter 78: Goodness, is this Lingxi Valley? (Feng Yu Qing Ye +1)**
“Qingran, my dear, I’ve learned a bit of the *Qinglian Sword Classic*. I’m going to turn you into an unparalleled sword immortal!”
“Qingran, you’ve been my disciple for a while now. It’s time for me to teach you some self-defense techniques.”
Just as Li Qingran was about to sit down and meditate, her master’s voice echoed in the void.
Her master was finally going to teach her the techniques?
Li Qingran’s heart swelled with joy.
“Great! Master, I promise I’ll study hard and won’t embarrass you!”
She sat up straight on the mat, hands resting on her knees, chest out, but she didn’t notice how her kneeling posture accentuated her slender waist and curvy hips. The eager and adoring look in her eyes made Chen Huai'an’s heart skip a beat.
This little workshop is terrifying!
Chen Huai'an sighed for the nth time.
“Today, I’ll teach you a volume of sword techniques called the *Qinglian Sword Classic*, which consists of thirty-six chapters and twelve forms. I’ll start with the first twelve chapters and the first two forms.”
“Why not all thirty-six chapters and twelve forms?” Li Qingran clenched her hands on her knees, a hint of anxiety and eagerness in her eyes. She cautiously said, “Master, I promise I’ll study hard. I’m not that slow-witted; you can try giving me everything at once!”
“Ahem, it’s not that I think you’re slow, but this sword technique is quite demanding. We need to build a foundation step by step. You can’t rush things.”
Li Qingran quieted down at Chen Huai'an’s words.
As long as it wasn’t her master thinking she was foolish, that was good enough.
Back when she returned to Qingyun Sect, Daoist Qingxuan and Lu Changtian had said many things about her being slow and foolish. Now that she was with Chen Huai'an, she was eager to prove herself and leave a good impression.
She was used to being discarded.
She didn’t want to be thrown away like trash again.
“I’ll demonstrate the first twelve chapters of the *Qinglian Sword Classic* for you, and then we’ll break it down one by one. Pay close attention!”
Chen Huai'an set his phone on a selfie stick as the game automatically switched to the front camera for recording.
“So, I just need to demonstrate it once?”
He saw a square pop up in the upper left corner of the screen.
Inside the square was a white-haired immortal in dark robes, holding a black-scaled sword, mirroring his current actions.
Chen Huai'an struck a pose like a monkey gazing at the moon.
The immortal followed suit.
“Oh, that’s my game character. I remember now.”
Chen Huai'an snapped back to reality.
He understood the game’s concept.
If this weren’t a game, then what Li Qingran saw would be the white-haired immortal, not the bald man in pajamas standing before her.
Just as he thought.
In the moment he said “pay close attention,” Li Qingran felt a blur before her eyes and realized she was no longer in the small wooden cabin but in a dimly lit independent space. Yet, amidst the darkness, there was a glimmer of light—an outline of a figure five meters away.
Clad in white and bearing a sword, with hair as white as snow.
It was her master.
The master she saw here lacked the overwhelming pressure and oppressive aura from Qingyun Sect, yet it stirred her heart like ripples on a lake.
The master at Qingyun Sect was too distant, like a god high above. Now, her master seemed finally within reach, no longer an unattainable illusion.
“Pay attention in class!”
At some point, her master had walked up to her.
A ruler lightly tapped her head with a sharp crack.
It didn’t hurt, but her cheeks flushed, and she wished she could find a hole to hide in.
“How amusing! My disciple daydreams and still interacts! Her expressions are so vivid.” Chen Huai'an tapped Li Qingran’s forehead with the ruler. Once she focused and sat up straight, he began to demonstrate the movements.
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Meanwhile.
On the peak of Luoxia, a flying sword descended.
Xu An stepped off the flying sword, carrying two wine gourds.
This was the spirit wine he brewed, with a third of the alcohol content evaporated, making it a delightful drink that not only whetted the appetite and calmed the mind but also accelerated the absorption of spiritual energy.
“Senior sister said the new junior sister is at the deserted Wanjian Peak. We seniors should lend a hand, but I’ve only got three gourds left out of the six I brewed…”
Xu An shook his head with a sigh.
If he gave the junior sister two gourds, he’d only have one left.
But if he only took one, it wouldn’t be enough to offer.
After all, face mattered more than substance.
He should give something.
“I heard the junior sister is in the stone house at the peak…
Wait, a stone house?!”
Xu An froze, his eyes wide.
Goodness, is this really Luoxia Peak?
Has he stumbled into Lingxi Valley?!
The peak didn’t have a stone house; it was clearly a beautifully decorated wooden cottage. Most importantly, there were ten plots of cultivated spiritual fields around the house, with spiritual energy spilling out like mist.
The wooden house was half-hidden in a bamboo grove, with a stream bubbling from deep within the bamboo, pooling into a clear pond beside the house, where lotus flowers bloomed and a few cranes splashed about.
“Clear pond reflecting bamboo, lotus blooms dotting the pavilion.”
Gazing at the scene before the door, Xu An couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh, “Now this is what a celestial’s dwelling should look like! Compared to this, my own dwelling is no better than a doghouse!”
But then the question arose.
How did this junior sister manage to transform the peak in just half a day?
And what about those ten plots of spiritual fields?
Could it be some kind of treasure?!
Xu An glanced at the two wine gourds in his hands and suddenly felt hesitant to offer them. He was never good at socializing, and seeing this scene made him even more awkward.
“Forget it, I won’t go in.”
Xu An stood on the stone steps in front of the wooden house, placing the gourds on the stone before turning to leave when he suddenly sensed a faint aura of Dao emanating from the small wooden house.
His expression changed slightly as he murmured, “Is the junior sister’s talent really that extraordinary? Has she comprehended something in just half a day?”
He looked around and noticed there were no defensive measures around the wooden house.
“Comprehension is key in cultivation; it must not be disturbed. I’ll set up a concealment array for the junior sister.”
Xu An patted his waist, and with a whoosh, a dark flying sword shot out, circling the wooden house and drawing symbols in the air to complete the array. Once the sword returned to its sheath, he scattered a handful of spirit stones at the array’s center.
There was no danger in the Sword Pavilion.
The purpose of the concealment array was to signal to others that the person inside didn’t wish to be disturbed, serving as an alternative reminder.
After finishing all this, Xu An nodded in satisfaction, gazing at the concealed wooden house and shaking his head with a smile:
“How interesting!”
“The new junior sister has cultivated ten plots of spiritual fields in less than half a day. I must tell everyone about this later, so they can come to the peak of Luoxia to see the excitement. It’s a perfect way to uphold the traditions of the Sword Pavilion!”
He seemed to have thought of something amusing.
Throwing his head back, he laughed heartily.
Then he turned and soared into the sky on his flying sword.
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**Chapter 79: She’s not going to take over the house, is she?**
“Qingran, the essence of the *Qinglian Sword Classic* is in reciting poetry, merging poetry with the divine. Each word corresponds to a sword strike, and the words can imbue the sword techniques with greater power.”
“I see now, Master. I’ll remember that.”
Li Qingran gazed intently at the figure in white, her heart increasingly convinced of one thing—her master must be an unparalleled sword master.
With this, her master’s identity was further confirmed; she must be a supreme elder of the Sword Pavilion. The cultivators of the Sword Pavilion carried a hint of sharpness, like a newly sharpened sword, brimming with vigor; or like a sword drawn from its sheath, radiating brilliance; or like a sword that conceals its edge, hidden yet potent; and some, like the pavilion master, were as solid as a mountain.
But none of the cultivators bore a presence that could compare to her master.
That was a sword that could cleave the heavens, possessing an unmatched brilliance!
Such a sharp sword would undoubtedly require a scabbard to match.
She wanted to become that kind of scabbard.
Yet, she knew she still had a long way to go.
…
It took a full six hours for Li Qingran to barely grasp the first twelve chapters of the *Qinglian Sword Classic*.
She had never encountered such exquisite sword techniques.
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