Chapter 76
Su Qinian looked at the speechless Li Qingran, a satisfied smile on his face as he stroked his beard. "The peak is your chosen cave, how you cultivate it is up to you. Make it as beautiful as you like; it’s all yours. My Sword Pavilion may be poor, but we’re not so destitute that we’d rob our fellow disciples."
"Yeah, Junior Sister, we’re just curious to see it. After all, that’s quite a large piece of spiritual farmland," Yue Qianchi said, her eyes filled with envy. If she had such a vast plot, she wouldn’t need to spend money on spiritual herbs; she could be self-sufficient and even sell some for extra income.
"Senior Sister, you could plant your spiritual herbs here with me…"
Li Qingran thought it was nice of her Senior Sister to help her out, so planting some herbs for her didn’t seem like a big deal.
"Junior Sister, that’s kind of you, but you should keep your spiritual farmland for yourself," Yue Qianchi huffed, a hint of pride in her voice. "Aren’t you planning to become an alchemist or a healer? The farmland is important for you, so work hard!"
"By the way, here’s something for you." She pulled out a small cloth bag from her storage pouch and pushed it into Li Qingran’s hands. "These are some basic spiritual herb seeds. I bought too many last time, so just take them."
"Senior Sister…" Li Qingran opened her mouth to refuse, but was interrupted by Yue Qianchi’s playful grin. "If you refuse, I’ll plant a field of dogtail grass in your spiritual farmland!"
Li Qingran: "…"
"Little Junior Sister, I brought you two jars of spiritual wine this morning. Don’t forget to take them back to your room."
On the flying sword beside Yue Qianchi, Xu An, the direct disciple of Lingyun Peak, waved at Li Qingran with a smile.
"You must be the new Junior Sister, right? I’m Gongsun Sheng, the second disciple of Lingyun Peak." A sword cultivator pulled out a small object from his robe and handed it to Li Qingran. "This is a little gadget I made. Just channel your spiritual energy into it, and it can release 108,000 spiritual steel needles. It might save your life in a pinch."
"Little Junior Sister, I’m Zhen He, the direct disciple of Cangjian Peak." Another sword cultivator, sitting gracefully like a crane, handed Li Qingran a small pouch. "Inside are three Cangjian Pills, infused with my sword energy. They’re lethal below the Foundation Establishment stage and can severely injure those below the Golden Core stage. Keep them for self-defense."
"Little Junior Sister, here’s a celestial crane I raised. I’m giving you one."
"Little Junior Sister, I don’t have much, but here are a few pills for you, heh heh!"
"Little Junior Sister, this hairpin is for you. It suits you perfectly~"
A variety of gifts were piled in front of Li Qingran, filling her arms to the brim, with some even stacked high beside her.
"Here, take this." A cold voice cut through the chatter.
Li Qingran barely peeked out from behind the mountain of gifts, her eyes wide in confusion as she recognized the brother she had seen earlier, sleeping on the back of a turtle, a practitioner of the Unfeeling Path.
Truly, a practitioner of the Unfeeling Path.
His words felt like they were laced with blades, sharp and cutting.
"I’m Duan Feng, a direct disciple of Wuqing Cliff." Duan Feng held a dark sword box in both hands, speaking in a calm tone. "Once you enter the Sword Pavilion, you become a sword cultivator. The sword is no longer just a weapon; it becomes our partner, our kin. Even a wooden sword deserves our unwavering loyalty until it can no longer serve."
"All our resources are devoted to nurturing our swords and cultivating. This sword box can nourish the blade, repair its wounds to some extent, and make it sharper. It’s yours now."
"This… I can’t accept this… It’s too, too precious…"
Li Qingran was overwhelmed by the gifts from her seniors, her words stumbling out in confusion.
"Don’t worry, it’s just an object. Besides, I have better things."
Duan Feng placed the sword box on top of the pile of gifts, finding a perfect balance, and turned to leave.
His sword hung at his waist, its lacquer gleaming, the blade wrapped in a faint azure glow. It was the only one not floating in the air.
Once all the gifts were given, Li Qingran found herself completely surrounded, with the celestial crane gifted by Zhao Le helping to carry some of the load.
The situation had far exceeded her expectations. She had thought her seniors would ask her for something, but after giving their gifts, they paired off and left without any intention of lingering.
Yue Qianchi helped Li Qingran carry all the gifts into her room.
The two of them sat at the edge of the cliff on Luoxia Peak, each holding a jar of Xu An’s spiritual wine under the moonlight.
"This is a tradition of our Sword Pavilion; you’ll get used to it."
Yue Qianchi gently patted Li Qingran’s head, a warm smile gracing her lips.
"Why did everyone give me so many things…"
Li Qingran was still puzzled.
Isn’t the Sword Pavilion supposed to be poor?
One senior even gave her a life-saving pill, leaving only one for himself.
Yue Qianchi gazed at the moonlight, a hint of sorrow in her eyes. After a moment of silence, she spoke slowly, "Junior Sister, it’s been a long time since we had new disciples join the Sword Pavilion. The path of a sword cultivator is incredibly difficult, much more so than in other sects. It requires not only personal willpower but also a significant amount of resources. We don’t want any disciple of the Sword Pavilion to fall again."
Once, the Sword Pavilion wasn’t as poor as it is now.
But every death of a sword cultivator was a heavy blow to the Pavilion.
Here, disciples received spirit stones based on their cultivation needs, not their status within the sect.
Even as the direct disciple of the sect leader, she wouldn’t receive extra resources.
And even an ordinary disciple, as long as they needed resources for their cultivation and submitted proof, could receive sufficient support after review by the elders, no matter how much.
This meant that every disciple of the Sword Pavilion was a gold-guzzler.
Sword cultivators nurtured with abundant resources.
Losing one was like cutting into the heart.
But in this world, who could guarantee their own survival?
Li Qingran didn’t know the history of the Sword Pavilion, but she could read the sorrow in Yue Qianchi’s eyes. She reached out, clasping Yue Qianchi’s hand tightly, fingers intertwined. "Senior Sister, I won’t die. I’ll work hard to live on. You can’t die either; you’re our Sword Pavilion’s eldest senior sister!"
Yue Qianchi was taken aback for a moment, then laughed heartily.
"That’s true!"
She tilted her head back, and a stream of moonlight flowed from the wine jar.
"With me, Yue Qianchi, here, no one can harm the disciples of our Sword Pavilion!"
Under the moonlight, her gaze was fierce, her aura seeming to protect the entire Luoxia Peak.
Even if she was wounded and battered.
Li Qingran still chose to believe in Yue Qianchi’s sincerity.
Because…
This was the sect where their master once resided.
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Chapter 81: Breathing Techniques and Under Currents (Combined) (A Simple Q)
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At night, Chen Huai'an turned over in his sleep.
"Emmm, I hope Qingran isn’t being bullied in the new sect?" He glanced at his phone.
In his drowsy state, he saw Li Qingran practicing and casually tossed his phone aside, drifting back to sleep.
On the windowsill, the curled-up Bajie broke into a cold sweat.
Only after confirming that Chen Huai'an was asleep again did it breathe a sigh of relief. It released the aura of the Taotie towards the Jiuzhuan Linglan and the moonlight, its body extending countless dark tendrils that connected with the shadows in the room, exuding an evil presence.
【That big blue fish is quite lucky.】
Bajie scoffed at the blue fish enjoying a spiritual energy bath in the basin.
In this era of thin spiritual energy, being able to live in a resource-rich environment alongside a powerful figure was a tremendous opportunity. As for how it learned about this era, it mostly picked up information while Chen Huai'an watched TV, and later, when Chen Huai'an was out, it would turn on the TV itself to gather information.
It now knew that the iron box that nearly crushed it last time was called a semi-trailer truck.
It wasn’t a weapon of humanity but a means of transportation.
Human weapons were things called guns and cannons, somewhat like hidden weapons, capable of killing enemies from a distance.
With this understanding, it was even more certain that this powerful figure was here to comprehend the Dao.
The figure traveled through countless worlds, sealing their power and memories to experience the principles of different realms, thus perfecting their own Dao. But don’t think that a powerful figure who seals their strength and memories is an easy target; the fact that they dare to do so means they have their own means of self-protection. It suspected that the object called a phone was the figure’s backup plan!
This phone was entirely different from human phones.
Human phones could display images on the screen, while the figure’s phone was pitch black.
It contained things only the figure could see, secrets of their Dao comprehension!
At first, it had covetous thoughts, but with the appearance of the Zixiao Divine Thunder Talisman, it became completely obedient.
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