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[Lingran, the essence of the Azure Lotus Sword Manual lies in reciting poetry, rging poetry with the spirit. Each word is a sword, and words can bestow greater power upon the sword moves.]
"I see, Master. I will rember."
Li Qingran gazed steadily at the figure in white, carrying a sword on his back, and beca more convinced of one thing in her heart—her Master must be an unparalleled Sword Sovereign.
Thus, her Master's identity was further confird; he must be the Grand Elder of the Sword Pavilion. The cultivators of the Sword Pavilion carried a hint of sharpness, so like a newly forged sword, full of vigor; so like a drawn sword, with exposed sharpness; so like a hidden sword, concealed and unrevealed; and so, like the Pavilion Master, as solid as a mountain.
But none of the cultivators' auras could compare to her Master's.
He was a sword that could split the heavens, possessing unparalleled sharpness!
Such a sharp sword that could split the heavens must require a sheath to match.
She wanted to beco that sheath.
But as she was now, she was far from it.
...
A full six hours.
Li Qingran barely managed to learn the first 12 chapters of the Azure Lotus Sword Manual.
She had never seen such exquisite sword techniques.
These seemingly simple basic moves only revealed their difficulty when perford in sequence. Just trying to execute each move correctly had already drained most of her spiritual energy.
The lack of spiritual energy and physical exhaustion made her feel faint, and she wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the bed and sleep under her Master's warm yet stern gaze...
Wait, Master?!
Li Qingran bit the tip of her tongue sharply.
'I can't sleep, I must hold on!'
Her Master was teaching her sword techniques now!
How could she be so muddle-headed?
[Lingran, demonstrate it again in sequence for , and then we'll stop for today. Tomorrow, I'll teach you the Long Wind Breaking Waves technique.]
"Yes, Master."
Li Qingran steadied herself, silently cheering herself on, and rose to perform the sword dance.
Chen Huaian stuffed a handful of peanuts into his mouth, watching the screen with a look of fascination.
In truth, Li Qingran had already grasped the basics of the 12 chapters of the sword manual.
He simply wanted to watch the sword dance again.
Swish, swish, swish—! On the screen, the girl held Su Xian, starting with the Crane Stance, her steps light and graceful, her movents bold and vigorous. Her hand wove several sword flowers, her dress fluttering, and the flickering sword light was like the first snow of the human world, elusive and unpredictable.
Chen Huaian watched, entranced, losing track of ti.
He didn't notice the fatigue on the girl's face.
After completing the twelve sword chapters, Li Qingran was drenched in fragrant sweat. Her sleepwear was already thin and translucent, giving Chen Huaian quite a sight.
"Master, how was my sword move, Master?"
Li Qingran sheathed her sword, supporting herself with her right hand on the hilt, lifting her skirt with her left hand to hide the sword blade behind it. Her face feigned calmness, but she couldn't conceal her rapid breathing and flushed cheeks.
A drop of sweat slid from her brow to her delicate nose, then to the corner of her lips, tickling her. She quickly stuck out her little tongue to lick it away.
Even with her toes, she knew how disheveled she looked.
Her spiritual energy was completely depleted, and the last two chapters' moves were distorted. She had forced herself to complete them, enduring the discomfort in her body.
Li Qingran looked longingly at the ceiling.
She knew her Master was watching her, she could feel it.
But why wasn't her Master speaking?
Did he think she hadn't done well?
Outside the phone, Chen Huaian cald his inner turmoil.
[Not bad, keep up the good work!]
Hearing her Master's praise, Li Qingran's eyes curved with joy, her heart sweeter than honey.
The fatigue seed to dissipate by half.
Wasn't this the mont she had been waiting for?
No one's approval made her happier than her Master's.
"Master, this disciple is dull-witted, it took a full six hours to barely grasp the basics. If it were you, Master, you would have reached a minor achievent in half an hour." Li Qingran leaned lightly on Su Xian, her fingers intertwined before her chest, her lowered eyes hiding a pinkish calculation.
She wasn't willing to let Chen Huaian leave, so she casually found sothing to talk about.
Ha, look at what she said.
Chen Huaian felt embarrassed.
He had practiced the moves of the Azure Lotus Sword Manual for a long ti.
If it weren't for using the helt once to morize the basic moves, it would have taken him at least a week to truly reach the teaching level.
[Ahem, no need to be modest, disciple. I'm very satisfied that you could grasp the basics in six hours.]
"Then, how long did it take you, Master?"
[Hmm... ahem... half a quarter of an hour.]
"Wow, Master is truly Master, this disciple must strive to emulate you!"
Chen Huaian looked at Li Qingran's face full of admiration and felt his face burning.
He chatted with Li Qingran for a few more monts before hastily retreating, having perford several sets of moves, he was also starving.
Li Qingran didn't continue to cling to Chen Huaian.
Instead, she obediently went to take a bath, changed her clothes, and without choosing to rest, she imdiately sat cross-legged to ditate and restore her depleted spiritual energy.
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anwhile, all over Sunset Peak—
"Hey! Did you hear? The new Sixth Junior Sister got a beautiful house and ten Spirit Fields in just half a day!"
"What? My flying sword!"
"Did you hear? The new Sixth Junior Sister ca with a beautiful house and fifty Spirit Fields!"
"Big news! The new Junior Sister opened a hundred Spirit Fields and built an immortal mansion in half an incense stick's ti!"
"Infinite Heavenly Sovereign, did you know? The new Sixth Junior Sister has a cloud palace and a hundred acres of immortal fields! She even captured two Orient Loong Gods as pets!"
"What? That's got to be fake!"
"Let's go, let's go! Who cares if it's true or not, let's all go see!"
...
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!
Suddenly, the sound of flying swords whistling ca from outside the window.
Li Qingran was startled.
She quickly got up and opened the window to check.
Outside, the sky was filled with sword cultivators, their robes fluttering, stepping on colorful flying swords, surrounding the entire peak of Sunset Peak. They were all disciples of the Sword Pavilion, even the Pavilion Master and the Elders were present.
"This, this, this... what are they doing?" Li Qingran's face turned pale with fright, her mind went blank, and she instinctively closed the window, crouched down against the wall, and hugged her head in defense.
"Junior Sister Qingran, don't hide, we all saw it!" ca the voice of Senior Sister Yue Qianchi from outside.
Saw what?
Li Qingran's mind was even more confused, a blank slate.
Did they see her Master giving her special treatnt?
Was she wearing sleepwear in front of her Master?!
With a frog and lotus flower undergarnt underneath?
She wasn't even wearing silk socks, just bare feet?
Ah... Master, this is so embarrassing!
"No matter how you hide, you can't take back your house and Spirit Fields, co out!"
"Oh..." Li Qingran breathed a slight sigh of relief.
But then her heart tightened again.
What were these people doing outside?!
And thinking of the Sword Pavilion disciples' domineering style...
She nervously opened the door, her hands pressed against it like a little crab protecting its shell, looking at the Sword Pavilion disciples floating above her head, almost predicting what would happen next.
Had all the disciples of Sunset Peak co?
They wouldn't really take her house, would they!?
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