High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily Chapter 305 - 173: Meeting a Senior (Double-Length) (Part 2)

Xi ngquan’s ho, a thatched cottage, was once the residence of an elderly relative, the old musician who initially taught him to play the zither, who passed away just last year.

After turning ten, Xi ngquan learned to sell herbs grown by the elders from a passing caravan, thus supporting the entire village’s livelihood.

During this ti, he witnessed how sect disciples treated ordinary people in the city, which made him abandon the idea of joining one.

Chen Kuang curiously asked, "How did you start cultivating then?"

Xi ngquan replied, "From the mont I first touched the zither strings and heard my first note, Spiritual Qi naturally gathered, and I understood the path of cultivation."

Chen Kuang: "..."

Excuse , farewell.

He thought he had an advantage, already considering himself a genius among heroes, never expecting there was soone even more exceptional.

He needed to activate the "Fetal Breathing Technique" passively and have Grandmaster Huo Hengxuan guide him before he could formally begin his path of cultivation.

Xi ngquan, on the other hand, needed no instruction, cultivating automatically.

Is this how a Saint starts out?

Sure enough, it’s leaps and bounds ahead.

Chen Kuang was montarily speechless, continuing to teach back the knowledge that belonged to Xi ngquan.

After slicing the sky open, Chen Kuang cautioned Xi ngquan never to speak of it to anyone, pretending as if it never happened, and settled in the village.

To the other elders in the village, Chen Kuang claid to be a teacher, staying out of appreciation for Xi ngquan’s talent, guiding him.

The elders were exceptionally warm-hearted, bringing fruits and vegetables daily, praising Xi ngquan’s wisdom and talent to Chen Kuang.

While Chen Kuang’s status bar still showed no activity.

Remarkably, he was genuinely at leisure, feeling so comfortable that he didn’t want to move.

But he knew this was only a temporary asure, even if he were on another tiline, he couldn’t wait two thousand years; so many changes could occur over such a length of ti.

Even enough to erase soone entirely.

Unfortunately, since that day, Chen Kuang hadn’t succeeded in slicing open space with "Void-Slaying Sword" again.

Nor did he dare to randomly try slicing towards the sky again...

Nevertheless, amidst the repeated, dull reviews, Chen Kuang’s understanding of "Five Tones" grew deeper.

As seasons changed, five years quietly passed.

...

Outside, the drizzle persisted.

Xi ngquan routinely sat under the eaves, cross-legged before the tea table, peacefully and calmly brewing tea for himself.

He was now eighteen, bearing completely the visage of youth.

His appearance beca rather modest, lacking the feminine qualities of earlier years, yet still handso.

In the past five years, he learned to use his music to attract animals and found a herd of deer in the mountains near the village.

By harvesting deer antlers, Xi ngquan made a fortune, renovating the village and building a courtyard, providing for several elders.

Of course, such actions naturally attracted a group of disreputable people.

In earlier years, when Xi ngquan’s cultivation was inadequate, Chen Kuang would interfere to resolve issues, though he preferred witnessing Xi ngquan first getting bruised and battered before stepping in.

Teaching too much cunning!

Chen Kuang’s schadenfreude didn’t last long; the following year Xi ngquan advanced to the Innate Realm, making him impervious to the common riffraff of Jianghu.

But Chen Kuang quickly found new amusent.

He started wandering around and provoking cultivators under various absurd excuses.

Initially targeting loose cultivators, later extending to martial sects!

He would always leave his na and origin—Xi ngquan, from West Suburb River Cloud Village.

Xi ngquan was thus forced to address myriad strange challengers out of the blue.

And the culprit simply sat nearby, enjoying sunflower seeds and the spectacle, wishing to applaud... leaving Xi ngquan frustrated yet unable to confront him.

Xi ngquan couldn’t fathom Chen Kuang’s cultivation level.

On the surface, Chen Kuang had reached the Moon Embrace Realm four years ago, his every gesture in harmony with the Way of Heaven, able to resonate with all things.

Yet Xi ngquan couldn’t see his limits.

Ultimately, soone realized Chen Kuang was rely using Xi ngquan’s na to stir trouble and tried to capture him.

They almost mobilized an entire sect, even inviting a Grandmaster.

But after only one move from Chen Kuang, the opponent conceded and left in disgrace!

Xi ngquan set down the teapot, looking towards the other side at the white-clad figure playing the zither on the rooftop in the rain.

The rain seed to grow heavier.

Yet the rainwater around that white figure avoided him, and there was no trace of Spiritual Qi on his body.

Xi ngquan instinctively felt that if Chen Kuang wished, he could directly ascend to the Grandmaster Realm.

But for unknown reasons, Chen Kuang seed to deliberately remain in the Moon Embrace Realm.

Chen Kuang sat on the rooftop, eyes closed, strumming an ancient zither.

Upon closer look, one would notice that the wooden zither on his knees lacked strings entirely.

This zither was an authentic ancient instrunt he purchased recently.

Nearly a thousand years old, crafted from top-grade wood, its value should be imnse; however, it has a fatal flaw, it lacks strings.

Reportedly, during warti, its strings were all severed, without original strings to restore it, any attempt to reattach was deed inadequate, compounded by its original owner’s fallen fortunes, leading to its final sale price being rely one hundred taels of gold.