Story 10 - The Spy Who Rocked Too Hard (16 🎸)
I taught Little Spring, a song inspired by Green Days Boulevard of Broken Dreams, on both guitar and flute. Three Winds Elegant Notes and Bright Blinding lody, had produced it. Theyd been so proud when they discovered the effects it had on the soul. I could still rember their large grins as they played it to for the first ti.
The reason I taught it was because cultivators fucking loved this song.
How could they not when the lyrics were about a highly relatable topic walking down a path alone while wishing for a companion?
When played at a high enough realm, it had the power to force listeners into an emotionally healing mindset where they acknowledged their loneliness and disconnection then realized that many others felt the sa, lessening the feeling.
I was confident that if anything could convince Gold String to join my band; it was that song.
After a half hour of instruction, Little Spring played the last chord perfectly. He looked at expectantly.
Excellent!
He grinned. Its all thanks to your teachings, Sister Lin.
Like hell it was. Fuck. This kid learned things so fast that I wanted to cry. Id spent nearly two days teaching this song to my ntees! After dealing with normal prodigies like them, I almost forgot what it was like handling my martial brothers goddamn heavenly talent.
I was glad those two werent here. They might have erroneously believed they had no capability and quit.
Actually, this made rember that poor ex-apprentice chef, Tangerine Flower. It was no wonder she turned to the demonic path if she was trying to keep up with this level of talent. Fortunately, Garlic saved her in ti. Last I heard, she decided that, if she couldnt beco an immortal chef, shed learn spiritual horticulture and beast taming so she could nurture the perfect ingredients.
I smoothed Little Springs green hair. While were spying on this sect, pretend to learn things slower.
He frowned. How slow?
Slow enough that you dont give your teacher a heart attack.
He scowled while looking confused.
Hmmm. Then, however long you take to figure sothing out, increase that ti by ten. I was pretty sure that was slow enough.
Doesnt that seem like too much?
I shrugged. Frankly, wed both lived near prodigies all our lives. It was hard to guess how long the average cultivator took to learn sothing.
Ill just watch the other students and match their speed.
Oh! Brilliant! I knew I could count on this brat. And I was fairly positive this wouldnt backfire on us.
***
A while after Little Spring left, I began preparing for the last thing Id teach my ntees during this hell week a song inspired by Free Bird. Of course, they would have to master Tribute to Kashmir first.
As I played the last epic guitar solo again, the ground shook. I turned to see dust clouds rise high into the sky.
That wasnt a good sign.
I used Impossible Leap to exit the soundproof area to the familiar sound of a stampede.
My courtyard gate burst open. Over a dozen giant lizard-type spiritual beasts charged toward . From their energy, I could tell that they were mid-stage 2 beasts the equivalent of a peak Foundation Establishnt cultivator.
Oh, fuck.
Sadly, this was not the first ti this happened to . As I ran, I pulled out my flying sword tool, then jumped on top of it before zipping away. The lizards, still on the ground, followed .
What the fuck did I miss?!
From my right, a high-stage 2 eagle beast flew at . It swooped down, spreading its massive talons to pierce my skin.
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