Chapter 12
“Disciple... Ah, I remember now.”
Shang Wu scratched her head, seemingly recalling something, her almond-shaped eyes still filled with confusion. “What do you need me for?”
She was awake, but not fully alert.
Li Mo paused for a moment before saying, “After becoming my disciple, shouldn’t you... teach me something?”
“That sounds reasonable.”
Shang Wu’s bare shoulder was exposed, and she seemed completely unaware of how ungraceful her current posture was.
She stood up, her palace attire hanging loosely, revealing half of her shoulder, and she was actually a bit taller than Li Mo.
“I was thinking of teaching you something yesterday.”
“I didn’t drink, I just have a terrible memory.”
She frowned slightly, looking a bit troubled.
Just as her words fell, there was a ‘pop’ sound—the cork of a wine jar being opened.
Shang Wu’s nose twitched, and she immediately began to rattle off:
“Green Ant Brew? That’s a special brew from the Shili Po Winery, aged for five years. It has an amber color and is considered a fine product. A ten-year-old one is even rarer. Where did you get this?”
She snatched the wine jar from her unfortunate disciple and took a hearty swig, the liquid tracing a stunning curve down her chest.
Your memory isn’t too bad after all.
Li Mo could hardly bear to look.
Shang Wu wiped her mouth and said, “I remember now, I made a bet with that old ghost Han He yesterday.”
“Daring to say that I wouldn’t teach my disciple? How could I let that slide?”
Li Mo: “...”
What they said didn’t seem unreasonable.
Whoever you take as a master probably wouldn’t hand you a ledger, right?
“He only took in Mu Rong Xiao and dares to flaunt his power? Bah!”
“So, I made a bet with him.”
“At the next Nine Peaks Martial Conference, if the disciples of Qunyu Peak rank higher, he’ll help me settle the accounts of the Internal Affairs Hall.”
“And if you lose?”
“Lose? As my disciple, can’t you have a little confidence?”
With that, Shang Wu turned around and rummaged through a box, pulling out a booklet.
She said confidently, “This is my unique heart method. I’ll guide you through it today.”
Li Mo took the booklet and saw the name of the heart method:
“Fire Heart Lotus Method.”
It sounded quite impressive.
Moreover, even the system rated Shang Wu as extremely powerful.
Well, with so many debts, it must all be due to her own abilities.
The fact that she could owe so much to the Internal Affairs Hall, and Elder Qian could only gently remind her not to borrow more, said a lot!
Li Mo felt a bit more settled and opened the booklet.
After reading through it, he asked, “Master, there’s something I didn’t quite understand…”
“Zzz... Zzz...”
“Master?”
Li Mo looked up.
He found that his carefree and beautiful master had somehow fallen asleep again, the wine jar completely emptied.
She was thoroughly drunk, and no amount of shaking would wake her.
Sister, can you be a little more reliable?
“.......”
Just as Li Mo was feeling a bit exasperated.
【Investment successful, investment: one jar of ten-year Green Ant Brew.】
【Reward settlement in progress...】
【Congratulations, host! Reward: ten years of martial arts insight!】
【Ten years of martial arts insight】: “Can be applied to any martial art, increasing the host’s proficiency by ten years.”
Huh?
Ten years of martial arts insight?
The realms of martial arts are divided into six stages: entry, initial mastery, minor success, major success, perfection, and transformation.
Even among the common, lesser-known martial arts in the Jianghu, very few can reach perfection.
Let alone transformation.
For example, Li Dalong, his Wind Catching Palm took nearly twenty years to reach major success.
Of course, this also relates to personal comprehension.
“Not to say my comprehension is extraordinary, but I’m at least somewhat clever.”
Li Mo decided to step outside and sat down on the ground.
With that thought in mind, he poured all ten years of martial arts insight into the “Fire Heart Lotus Method.”
【Ten years of martial arts insight successfully infused.】
【In the first year, you thoroughly understood all the phrases in the “Fire Heart Lotus Method” and began experimenting, successfully entering the first stage.】
【In the third year, you seemed to have an epiphany, discovering the key to this technique, bringing it to initial mastery.】
【In the ninth year, your “Fire Heart Lotus Method” became increasingly proficient, reaching minor success.】
【In the tenth year, you seemed to touch a bottleneck, but ultimately, your accumulation was insufficient.】
In an instant, countless images surged in Li Mo’s mind, as if he had truly spent ten years meticulously studying the “Fire Heart Lotus Method,” and had practiced it to the minor success stage.
“Phew…”
“Ten years, minor success.”
That sudden feeling of enlightenment made Li Mo feel as if he were soaring among the clouds.
He couldn’t wait to begin his first cultivation session.
A warm sensation rose in his dantian...
And the surrounding grass and trees began to sway as if stirred by an unseen wind.
“For my first cultivation, if I can open my meridians, that would be a success.”
Li Mo calmed his mind.
Inside the room.
The drunken Shang Wu suddenly furrowed her brows.
She mumbled, “Unity of Heaven and Man?”
“Who has such good luck...”
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
At the main peak of Qingyuan, in the training hall.
Several elders stood nearby, each reflecting the shock in their eyes.
What left them so astonished was the girl sitting not far away, her palms facing the sky in meditation.
At this moment, these elders, whose ages added up to five hundred years, were all questioning their life choices.
Wondering if they had lived their earlier years as dogs.
“Entered the first stage in a day?”
Xue Jing murmured in disbelief.
“More accurately, it was in a quarter of an hour.”
Qian Bufan reminded him, feeling a mix of emotions. He then turned to ask, “Han He, how long did it take you to practice this Frost Seeking Method back in the day?”
Han He’s lips twitched, and after a long pause, he replied, “A month.”
Back then, Han He was still young, just a boy who had just entered the Qingyuan Sect.
He still remembered how it took him a month to grasp the technique and successfully open his meridians, with his master praising him as a genius.
Compared to this little girl before him...
As the elders spoke, the warm breath they exhaled instantly turned to frost.
“Talents emerge in every generation; our Qingyuan Sect is about to flourish.”
Xue Jing said solemnly.
His perception was quite sharp.
When Ying Bing practiced, it was as if boundless Taiyin energy flowed endlessly within her.
Even though she was the master of this power, she couldn’t escape being hurt by it.
Taking yang-based herbs or pills could alleviate some of the effects.
It seemed that the pure Yang pill he sold to Li Mo a few days ago had helped this little girl open her meridians.
Swish—
A light sound.
The cold wind seemed to form a vortex centered around Ying Bing.
“She’s opened a meridian!”
Han He’s eyes widened.
He distinctly sensed that the first main meridian within Ying Bing had become completely unobstructed.
“If that’s the case, won’t she be able to open all twelve meridians in just a few days?”
This statement was only half correct.
Ying Bing could indeed open all twelve meridians in a few days.
But what she aimed to open was far more than just twelve.
The elders of Qingyuan Sect were ultimately limited by their perspectives.
The human body is like a treasure trove; the main meridians far exceed twelve.
Of course, for ordinary martial artists at the Qi and Blood stage, even if they knew of their existence, they couldn’t open them. It required extremely skilled and nuanced control.
But for her, it was not a problem.
What Ying Bing wanted was to open twenty-four meridians, creating a great cycle within her body.
When she entered the Inner Breath stage, her strength would multiply by more than ten!
“With such a prodigy, we’ve been overthinking it.”
Xue Jing wore a bitter smile.
The sect leader was busy with affairs, specifically sending the three of them to teach Ying Bing, answer her questions, and avoid the mistakes that could arise from one person teaching.
Now, it was unnecessary.
Watching Ying Bing practice, they felt like they were the ones making mistakes.
“Leave this to you all; I’m going to Qunyu Peak.”
“Why are you going there? Bad luck.”
At the mention of that name, Elder Han He snorted coldly.
“Are you really going to let Shang Wu teach her?” Xue Jing tugged at his robe.
Qian Bufan took a deep breath.
“Xue Shidi, you should go quickly. I’m afraid it’ll be too late if you delay.”
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Chapter 11: Opening Meridians, Sister Wu Stands Tall
A figure flickered through the mountains.
As Xue Jing thought of his disciple, who was currently opening her meridians under Shang Wu’s guidance, he couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his spine.
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