- Sword Sect Frosty Snow Peak -
A woman in a palace dress sat in the Frosty Snow Pavilion at the peak of the mountain.
A slender sword with cold light swirling around it flew around her body, and the spiritual energy on the sword was surging around her, occasionally emitting a buzzing sword sound.
This woman was the master of Frosty Snow Peak, the master of Lu Yuliu, Ling Shuangxue.
"This ti, I was saved by that child..."
Rare warmth appeared in her cold and frosty eyes.
In her hand was a piece of blood-colored spirit jade.
"I have absorbed most of the spirit energy of this Blood Spirit Jade. After completely refining it, my cultivation will be restored, and even reach a higher level..." Murmured Ling Shuangxue to herself.
This ti, she owed her disciple a huge favor.
She couldn’t help but think back to when she first brought the child up the mountain.
The young girl who had just experienced the pain of losing her loved ones had a firm look in her eyes and vowed to beco a sword cultivator.
However, her aptitude for cultivation was really too poor.
She struggled just to advance to the Qi Refining stage, and couldn’t win a few matches in the small-scale competitions in the peak, the fact that she was the direct disciple of the Frosty Snow Peak, but did not have the strength of a direct disciple should have made her looked upon in the sect.
"In just a blink of an eye, she has beco the shining star of not only Frosty Snow Peak, but also the entire Sword Sect."
Ling Shuangxue shook her head gently.
Thinking of the day when her disciple showed her talent in the Sword Sect Grand Competition, she rarely had a smile on her face.
On that day, Lu Yuliu defeated all the main disciples of the other peak and advanced to the Foundation Establishnt stage, leaving only one sentence toward the disciple who lost against her: "The one who defeated you is Lu Yuliu, the direct disciple of Frosty Snow Peak in Sword Sect."
The young girl proved that she was not useless, and her master was not the most short-sighted peak leader in the Sword Sect.
On that day, Ling Shuangxue, who had not had much emotional fluctuations since she started practicing the art of sword, once again felt the existence of tears.
She knew that sothing must have happened to her disciple.
It must have been an incredible stroke of luck to turn an ordinary girl into a sword prodigy overnight. But as her master, she could only feel happy about it.
That little girl who was once ignorant had grown up and beco the pride of the Sword Sect’s. Not only did she no longer need to worry about her, but she also saved her life this ti.
She knew that this disciple would be her pride and joy in this lifeti.
"I wonder where Lu Yuliu got this Blood Spirit Jade from... It’s such a special item that even the Sect Masterof the Sword Sect doesn’t have it. She must have paid a high price for it and suffered a lot..."
Her heart, which had been cold for so many years, beca warm.
’Perhaps I can get closer to that child in the future.’
Ling Shuangxue knew she was not good at expressing her emotions.
After she started practicing the way of the sword, she gradually reduced the ti she spent communicating with others. Over ti, she beca the icy and indifferent person she was today.
However, changing her personality in a mont was not an easy task.
When her disciple ca to comfort her today, she had several opportunities to say more, but in the end, she couldn’t even express her gratitude to her.
Fortunately, she had a better idea.
Her disciple had given her a magical wooden sword that could transmit ssages. As long as she infused her spiritual awareness into it, she could communicate with her disciple.
There were so things she couldn’t say face to face, but by using the magical sword, she could try to say them in the ssage.
Moreover, her disciple had ntioned the sword to her today.
She said that she would use the sword to communicate with her frequently in the coming days and tell her so interesting stories she had heard in the martial world.
She also taught her a simple chess ga she had learned in the martial world, which could also be played using the connection between the swords. It was quite fun.
"That child has changed a lot after traveling around the martial world."
Ling Shuangxue thought back to her little disciple she had seen today.
The young girl now seed more like a child with the vigor and smile on her face, compared to the stubborn and sharp sword cultivator she was before she fell to her sickness.
When she secretly used her spiritual sense to observe her last night, she saw the child laughing at the short sword, probably rembering the Martial stories she had told her.
Ling Shuangxue was pleased. She had been worried that her disciple would beco like her, becoming distant and detached from emotions and human connection.
But now, it seed that she had worried for nothing.
At that mont, Ling Shuangxue took out a wide-bladed short sword from her sleeve. The sword had words engraved on it.
[Master, it’s getting late. Shall Yuliu tell you the stories she has heard during her travels?] the inscription read.
Ling Shuangxue looked at the words with a hint of a smile on her icy and beautiful face. The child was really concerned about this matter, when she could have spent this ti learning more sword techniques.
As a Nascent Soul cultivator with many years of experience in the Martial world, how could she be interested in ordinary stories?
But Ling Shuangxue didn’t want to dampen her disciple’s enthusiasm and was also hoping to use this opportunity to improve their relationship.
However, she was unsure how to respond as a friendly and approachable master.
After much deliberation, she decided to take it step by step. She replied with just one word: [Hmm].
But as soon as she sent the reply, she regretted it. She had this rare opportunity to communicate with her disciple without being face-to-face, but she was still acting the sa as usual.
Soon, a response ca from the other side.
[However, Master, I think it would be boring to tell stories as usual. How about I pretend to be the storyteller and tell you the stories as if I were that person, while you can just listen like a simple audience?]
Upon reading the ssage, Ling Shuangxue was slightly surprised.
’If I could get into the storyteller’s mindset, perhaps I could behave differently from my usual self..’ she thought to herself.
Over ti, both parties will get used to this natural change.
Feeling that her idea was feasible, Ling Shuangxue quickly chose to reply.
[Alright]
[If Master feels that the tone and language of the disciple are sowhat strange later, please don’t mind. When telling stories, the disciple will not use the form of "Master" and "disciple". I hope Master won’t be offended by this.]
[It’s fine]
Ling Shuangxue felt that this was a good thing.
The more her disciple behaved differently from usual, the less strange her change of attitude would seem.
[In that case, please wait a mont, dear guest. Let make so preparation for a while, and slowly tell the prepared story to this guest~]
The reply was slightly slower this ti.
Ling Shuangxue looked at the ssage, and her face, which rarely showed any expression, showed surprise.
To be honest, she really couldn’t imagine what her obedient disciple would look like when saying such things.
It seed that her disciple had indeed grown a lot on this journey on the outside world.
In such a short period of ti, she could fully imrse himself in the mindset of a storyteller.
Perhaps these disciples of hers had also told a lot of stories for other people before...
She had really grown up.
Ling Shuangxue felt once again happy for her disciple.
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