Hearing those words and feeling the Second Young Master's gentle touch, Yùn Yì hesitated before slowly lifting her head.
Her uncertain eyes locked with his. Her breath caught, and warmth spread through her chest, making her heart flutter uncontrollably.
A soft, fleeting glow shimred in Yùn Yì's eyes, illuminating her emotions for a split second before fading, leaving her shaken and breathless.
"Wait—what? Really? You're serious? You're actually going to teach ? Really?" She asked in a hushed whisper, her voice trembling with uncertainty and worry.
Yùn Yì was afraid that speaking louder might shatter the fragile hope building within her—or confirm that she had misheard entirely.
Taking his hand off his personal servant's shoulder, Feng Shen gave her a brief nod, his eyes glancing around the surroundings with a quiet, calculated intensity:
"Let's not waste any more ti." His gaze lingered for a mont, weighing the Qi in the air, before he continued:
"You must focus."
Feng Shen motioned for his personal servant to sit. "Sit down, close your eyes. You've got a lot of potential. From the amount of Qi you've drawn in already, it's clear you're capable of much more."
Nodding quickly, almost like an obedient dog, Yùn Yì lowered herself to the forest floor, sitting cross-legged with a nervous but determined expression.
She gulped, her throat tight, and took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.
'Calm down… I need to calm down… I can do this…'
Yùn Yì's mind struggled to focus, torn between the need to concentrate and the overwhelming urge to squeal like a fan girl at having been complinted by the Second Young Master.
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She clenched her fists, fighting the wave of excitent bubbling inside her, and tried her hardest to push it aside, wanting to stay composed.
Seeing his personal servant listen attentively, Feng Shen settled gracefully in front of her, his posture calm yet commanding:
"Now, focus on your surroundings," he instructed, his voice steady:
"But more importantly, focus on the amount of Qi you wish to absorb—just enough to fill your body, allowing your ridians to breathe freely. Let your spiritual root open up and draw it in, gently and without force."
Feng Shen's gaze sharpened as he observed his personal servant. His golden eyes glimred faintly, the light within them intensifying as he channeled his own Qi to peer deeper.
Slowly, he saw through the surface, reading the flow of energy within her.
It didn't take long before Feng Shen sensed sothing remarkable—he could now clearly discern the grade of her spiritual root.
A slight furrow of his brow betrayed his surprise, but he kept his expression neutral:
'It seems my little piggy has a Grade S Spiritual Root… This is promising. Her progress should skyrocket. She holds more potential than a re genius—especially considering her physique as well.'
Doing as she was told, Yùn Yì concentrated deeply on her surroundings, this ti narrowing her focus on the precise amount of Qi she wanted to absorb.
As she tuned in, a sudden surge of Qi swept over her, like a dam breaking and releasing a flood.
The rush of Qi was overwhelming, flooding Yùn Yì's senses and flooding her body.
Her eyes snapped open in shock as her breath quickened, the intensity of the Qi almost too much to bear.
Yùn Yì struggled to steady herself, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm as she fought to maintain control.
With his face resting thoughtfully on his hand, Feng Shen let out a quiet sigh. His golden eyes never left his personal servant, and in that brief mont, he could easily tell where she had gone wrong.
"You're forcing the Qi instead of allowing it to flow naturally," he said, his tone calm but slightly critical:
"Your movents are too rushed, and your focus isn't centered. Slow down, take your ti to guide the energy through your ridians smoothly. Let it connect naturally rather than fighting against it."
Without opening her mouth, Yùn Yì gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, her face flushed with the effort of regaining control.
She took a few more steadying breaths, focusing on the rhythm of her inhalations and exhalations until her heart slowed.
Once Yùn Yì felt the calm return, she carefully closed her eyes again.
This ti, she made sure to heed the Second Young Master's advice—no longer fighting against the flow of Qi.
Though the Qi began rushing through Yùn Yì once more, she remained calm despite the discomfort that gnawed at her.
The overwhelming surge began to flood her senses again, but this ti, she didn't panic.
Yùn Yì focused on staying still, allowing the Qi to flow freely, letting it wash over her rather than fight against it. She endured the pressure, her breathing slow and steady as the energy continued to flood her.
After a minute, she began to feel the Qi settle, gradually adjusting to her body as it beca more in tune with her, the initial turbulence easing into a more controlled, steady rhythm.
Finally, the flow beca smoother, as Yùn Yì maintained the delicate balance.
Suddenly, an odd chill swept through her body, as if a cold wave had settled deep within her.
Yùn Yì had never felt her sickness manifest in such a way before, and it took her by surprise.
As she focused on the sensation, she realized that the Qi, now flowing more gently, seed to mix with the strange ice-like presence she had felt before.
For the first ti, Yùn Yì saw it—this icy energy swirling inside her, rging with the Qi in a way she couldn't fully understand.
The Qi began to pour in more slowly, but in larger, rolling waves, each wave carrying more power than the last.
Yùn Yì could feel herself advancing, her cultivation progressing at an accelerated pace.
'Perfect~ this is simply too perfect~.'
Itching his cheek, Feng Shen couldn't help but feel a small sense of satisfaction as he watched his personal servant finally grasp the concept of natural cultivation.
It was clear now that she could grow stronger, and he wouldn't have to deal with such a burden.
Yet, as Feng Shen's gaze remained fixed on his personal servant, his golden eyes piercing deeper into her, he noticed sothing.
He could see her Absolute Zero Physique supporting her. Enhancing her cultivation. It even began growing.
Smirking, Feng Shen casually extended his hand near his personal servant.
'Let's see….'
This ti, however, Feng Shen didn't make any physical contact.
He simply allowed his hand to hover just a few inches from his personal servant.
Almost imdiately, he felt a faint chill radiating off her, a subtle but unmistakable drop in temperature.
'Closer?'
Feng Shen leaned in a little closer, his attention sharp. As he did, he noticed sothing more tangible—a thin layer of frost beginning to form on his skin, delicate crystals blooming.
'Ah~ this is too good~.'
However, at that very mont, Yùn Yì's eyes snapped open, her eyes glowing brightly.
Without warning, a small beam of blue Qi shot upward from her body, weak yet unmistakably visible, cutting through the air like a faint, shimring streak of light.
Feng Shen's smirk faded, his expression shifting to neutrality as he observed the unfolding scene before him.
The small beam of blue Qi had already marked his personal servant's breakthrough, but now, sothing else caught his attention.
Frost began to appear beneath his personal servant, slowly creeping across the forest floor around her. The chill in the air deepened as delicate ice tendrils ford on branches, spreading outward like veins.
'Interesting~—'
Before Feng Shen could even continue his thought…
Yùn Yì experienced another sudden breakthrough, much sooner than before.
This ti, the blue beam of Qi that shot upward from her body was more powerful, swirling with icy tendrils that danced within it.
The surge of Qi cut through the air, crackling with intensity as it marked her transition to the Middle Stage of the Qi Realm.
'It seems my piggy is a zhūlóng!' Feng Shen thought to himself. He couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.
Though he went back to being indifferent, as he noticed a significant shift in the surroundings.
The Qi in the air had beco noticeably weaker, draining at an alarming rate.
The natural flow of energy, once vibrant and pulsing, now dwindling, being sucked away.
It seed Yùn Yì was rapidly absorbing it all, faster than the environnt could naturally replenish.
It beca clear to Feng Shen: her Grade S Spiritual Root was functioning at full capacity.
'What a lucky little piggy~ But no matter… soon, I'll have my own Grade S Spiritual Root once my little maid becos strong enough…'
Feng Shen's mind wandered even more:
'Ah, this life is so much more entertaining. I don't have to "die" over and over just to gain a sliver of power anymore... How delightful.'
Feng Shen couldn't help but recall his past life, his mind swirling with mories of endless blood.
'Though, it seems these younger generations are growing increasingly... weak. Pathetic. It'll be all too easy to crush them under my heel.'
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