Comprehension Ability: I Come From the Great Emperor Family Chapter 234 - 188: Insensitive to Romance! The Frustrated Xi

"Is this the feeling of desiring sothing unattainable?"

For the first ti before a man, Xian Banng felt thwarted, her eyes showing a hint of stubbornness.

Since he was the man she had set her sights on, she naturally couldn’t just give up like that.

Not rely due to the threat of the Charming Immortal physique, but actually because she had developed a deep curiosity about this man before her.

"Young Master Su, your calligraphy is unparalleled, could you possibly teach ?"

Xian Banng broke the silence, proactively initiating a conversation with a smile:

"My calligraphy has reached the level of ’Technique’ for years, yet I haven’t made a breakthrough. Brother Su, could you teach ?"

By this ti, the Flying Ship had already set sail, and the crowd seed not to be paying attention to Xian Banng’s side, but their ears had long perked up.

Now hearing the esteed Dream Fairy initiate a topic and ask Su Changqing to teach calligraphy, the gathered prodigies were green with envy.

Yet who knew, upon hearing this, Su Changqing rely gave an apologetic smile and said, "Sorry, Miss ng."

"With my ager cultivation, I’d rather not lead anyone astray."

Su Changqing was sowhat troubled at the mont, wondering why they hadn’t left yet; he truly didn’t want any trouble.

While the onlookers, ever observant, widened their eyes at his words.

This... actually a refusal?

"I..."

Feeling rejected, Xian Banng’s lovely face turned slightly red, but her eyes bore stubbornness even more intensely.

She flipped her palm to take out an old-looking book and placed it on the table.

Jin’er looked as if she wanted to say sothing but was interrupted by Xian Banng.

She looked at Su Changqing and spoke again, "A scroll of the Immortal Spirit Secret Technique of Heaven-Devouring, please teach , Brother Su!"

Su Changqing glanced at it and straightforwardly decided not to feign, shaking his head, "I won’t teach."

A re minor technique from the Divine Realm would only bring hostility and trouble; he wouldn’t sacrifice ultimate interests for minor gains.

"Brother Su, have you considered carefully?"

Xian Banng chuckled angrily, "My sect’s Spirit Commanding thod is unparalleled in the world, the Spirit-Devouring Technique restores, devours spiritual power with unparalleled speed."

"Are you sure you won’t make this deal, Brother Su?"

Su Changqing was taken aback, "That strong?"

The prodigies watching nearby were jealous to the point their eyes turned red.

Accompanying Zhou Yu even hurriedly sent a voice transmission, "Teach her, Brother Su!"

"Dream Fairy speaks the truth; that Spirit-Devouring Technique is unmatched, it’s unattainable even if one seeks for it!"

The Immortal Spirit Sect, known for its exceptionally powerful Spirit Commanding techniques.

Rumor has it, the Immortal Spirit Emperor was one of the Three Pristine Ones of the Daoist Venerable in legend, mastering Spirit Commanding techniques to perfection.

This Spirit-Devouring Technique, lacking rank and grade, might not be of much help to great powers, but for Divine Realm cultivators, it’s comparable to Divine Secret Techniques!

"So just teach your calligraphy to the realm of artistic conception, and that will suffice?"

Upon realizing the rarity of this Secret Technique, Su Changqing felt sowhat uncertain as he looked at Xian Banng.

"Brother Su fears I might devour you or sothing."

Xian Banng, seeing the cautious Su Changqing, felt both irritated and amused.

She never imagined that one day, she’d resort to such thods to approach a man.

"Alright then!"

Su Changqing’s deanor suddenly turned extrely serious:

"I will exert my utmost effort to help the lady swiftly reach the realm of calligraphy artistic conception."

Since they had accepted her item, they must see it through to the end.

Transactions demand honesty; Su Changqing was quite particular about this aspect.

"This Su Changqing..."

Seeing Su Changqing’s posture, Xian Banng felt sowhat helpless, rubbing her forehead with her elegant hand.

He truly regarded this as a transaction, whereas she... wasn’t interested in this!

"Miss ng..."

"Just call Banng, ’Miss’ is too formal."

"Um, alright, Miss Banng, you first write..."

"Remove the ’Miss’! Just call Banng!"

Xian Banng clenched her delicate hand into a small fist, her fair forehead showing faint veins.

Though usually very composed, today she felt particularly indignant.

Miss! Miss! Was such politeness necessary!

Seeing the dazed looks from those around her, Xian Banng regained her senses, awkwardly waving her sleeve to cloak them in divine glow, shielding the scene.

"Indeed, calligraphy practice should be sowhat quieter."

Su Changqing didn’t pay it much attention and, upon nodding, solemnly said, "First write sothing at random, then I’ll see."

Being a teacher for the first ti, Su Changqing refrained from carelessness, subconsciously emulating his Confucian teacher’s guidance from earlier tis.

Stern, serious, ticulous.

Xian Banng nodded, bringing out brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and gently brushed her sleeve, wielded the brush, and comnced writing.

However, her intent wasn’t truly to practice calligraphy; rather, she wanted to further understand Su Changqing.

So, as she practiced, she smiled tenderly and inquired, "Brother Su, what do you..."

"Silence!"

Xian Banng: "..."

Su Changqing replied sternly, "Practicing calligraphy is also training the mind; if the mind isn’t settled, how can the writing be good!"

"Rewrite it!"

Xian Banng clenched the pen tightly, her hand turned slightly pale.

She looked at Su Changqing, grinding her silver teeth, feeling a bit powerless.

This man... truly lacked romance.

"I write..."

Xian Banng, who is regarded as a fairy by many prodigies and is complinted in every matter, now looks aggrieved like a little school girl, seriously practicing calligraphy.

Yet even so, Su Changqing remained very dissatisfied over the next period.

"I’ve said it many tis, you must infuse your writing with spirit; the spirit arises from the heart and aning cos from the spirit. Why can’t you learn this?"

"This stroke is too harsh; I asked you to use your heart, not your strength."

"Wrong again, how did you even master your technique..."

Su Changqing, a first-ti teacher, grew anxious watching Xian Banng, who couldn’t understand even after ten explanations.

Is it really that difficult?

He rembers that when he was learning, just one explanation from the teacher would be enough, and after three to five practices, he could master it easily.

These are very simple things, yet why can’t Xian Banng learn them?

"Su Changqing!"

Listening to Su Changqing’s exasperated tone and seeing his eyes as if looking at a fool,

Xian Banng’s always celestial deanor crumbles, sowhat crazed:

"What kind of look is that? Am I really that dumb!"

"Yes." Su Changqing nodded very seriously.

"You..."

Xian Banng was infuriated, her face blushing, and argued, "Your calligraphy has reached the Way; of course, you think it’s simple."

"I don’t believe you mastered this technique in just a dozen attempts when you first learned!"

Su Changqing hesitated, knowing the truth might hurt Xian Banng.

But seeing the defiant look in her eyes, he helplessly said, "From the day I first picked up a pen, it took three months to reach the Way."

"As for you..."

"Honestly, I’ve never seen anyone as dense as you."

Upon hearing this, Xian Banng’s mouth slowly opened wide, and she looked at Su Changqing in disbelief.

Though it’s only an interest, not a major, she has imrsed herself in calligraphy for over ten years.

After more than ten years, her calligraphy has just barely mastered the technique.

But Su Changqing... three months?

"Are you joking with ?" Xian Banng said incredulously.

"Ah..."

Su Changqing sighed, "Is it really that hard?"

He initially thought that helping Xian Banng reach the realm of calligraphy shouldn’t be that challenging.

But looking at it now... it might need so ti.

And Xian Banng, who was once hailed as a genius, now found herself in prolonged silence.

She experienced what it felt like for ordinary people facing her, through Su Changqing.

"Don’t look down on people; I’ll master it soon!"

Xian Banng gripped the pen stubbornly and buried herself in rigorous practice.

...

Ti swiftly passed as the day went by, and on the day of the birthday banquet, the Flying Ship arrived at the Liu family’s spatial portal.

During this day, many prodigies on the Flying Ship occasionally glanced at that radiant corner, their eyes filled with brimming jealousy and envy.

A lone man and woman, spending such a long ti together.

What are they doing? What are they talking about? Is Miss Banng about to find her destined partner?

One after another, these speculations stirred their hearts like a cat scratching at curiosity, leaving them restless.

"Hehehe, it seems the miss has found her choice."

The only one happy seed to be Jin’er.

As soon as the right person is found, the miss’s fairy body issue can soon be completely resolved and soar high!

While Jin’er silently rejoiced, the divine barrier beside her dissipated.

Xian Banng walked out slowly, looking exhausted and sowhat doubting life.

"Miss."

Jin’er sneaked a glance at Su Changqing and chuckled softly, "Did you conquer him?"

Xian Banng’s mouth twitched as she looked at her trembling right hand, a faint hint of black lines appeared on her forehead.

If she told others, they might not believe that inside... she practiced writing for a whole day and night.

The strictness of Su Changqing... is more intense than that of her mother.

"You... ah."

Su Changqing glanced at Xian Banng, frowned, and sighed, "Forget it, learn slowly."

"I..."

Listening to Su Changqing’s tone of giving up, Xian Banng’s exquisite face was full of sha and anger,

"Don’t look down on , I’ll continue to learn from you at the Liu’s!"

Xian Banng, despite being overwheld by Su Changqing, still held onto her stubborn heart.

She is determined to make Su Changqing see her in a new light!

"Once at the Liu’s, don’t follow around."

Looking out the window at the already arrived Liu’s, Su Changqing’s posture gradually straightened, and his gentle scholarly eyes beca sharp.

"Why?"

"Aren’t we all here to celebrate the birthday?" Xian Banng asked curiously.

"You’re here to celebrate the birthday, indeed."

Su Changqing chuckled, sensing the presence of Wu Jiuling within the Liu family, he spoke with a serene tone:

"But , I’m here to crash the party!"