The next day, Yun Su woke up early.
In the courtyard, Wang Xuanji has been practicing martial arts for a long time. Her forehead was covered in sweat and the wooden sword in her hand has been replaced with an iron sword. She was using the Mystic Wood Sect's Flowing Cloud Sword Technique.
There was a faint mist in the courtyard. As the little girl slashed, slashed, flicked, and stabbed, the basic movements of her sword carried traces of mist.
Compared to yesterday, her swordsmanship today was three times fiercer, three times faster and three times stronger.
Yun Su did not stop her from practicing martial arts. He lay on the rattan chair under the corridor and absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the traces of Yang energy that had appeared earlier.
The effect of such cultivation was almost insignificant in the Soul Formation realm. It was just that it was comfortable and relaxing.
In the longevity space of the sea of consciousness, the ancient withered tree hidden in the void behind the cloud platform actually grew a green sprout for the first time. The green sprout was a little blurry and the appearance of the five people from the Mount Wu Sword Palace could be vaguely seen on it. However, it was not clear and stable, as if it would wither at any time.
Although the leaf buds had not fully grown, they pointed in a certain direction. The originally dead tree had finally recovered. Yun Su was not in a hurry, nor did he want to deliberately look for those people. Since he had already started, he would let nature take its course and slowly figure it out in the future.
An hour later, Wang Xuanji finally stopped after practicing two sword techniques. She took some well water to wash up and carefully combed her black hair before sitting on the bamboo chair in front of Yun Su.
"Good morning, Brother Yun."
"Morning. Sleep more in the future."
The Spirit Stilling Formation that Yun Su had set up in the courtyard was the strongest at night. It could also greatly benefit a person when they were sleeping. Over time, even if they could not cultivate, it would strengthen their body and extend their lifespan.
"Yes! Seeing those martial artists fighting, I thought of my master and senior brothers. I wanted to learn martial arts as soon as possible so that I could protect everyone."
When Wang Xuanji thought about eating on the same floor with a group of ruthless martial artists yesterday, she felt a little afraid. She thought that if they fought in the restaurant, it might be another disaster.
"Don't take what happened yesterday to heart. If you travel the world in the future, think twice before acting. As the saying goes, there's always someone better. There's nothing wrong with being careful."
"What if I see injustice? What do I do then, Brother Yun?"
"Whatever you want. Provided you can protect yourself and don't make unnecessary sacrifices."
"Yes!"
Yun Su didn't say anything more. The topic changed to her cultivation.
"Whether it's practicing martial arts or studying the Mystic Sutra, you have to take it step by step. You've only been practicing martial arts for a month but those martial artists have been practicing for at least a few years."
Yun Su had never come into contact with martial arts before. Yesterday, when he saw it and learned it on the spot, he discovered that Wang Xuanji had already reached the so-called second level of the Martial Dao. There was spiritual energy lingering around her body. With her aptitude and the fact that she studied the Mystic Sutra every day, it was only a matter of time before she absorbed the spiritual energy into her body. Naturally, it could not be defined purely by the realm of martial arts.
In Yun Su's opinion, Hu Meiniang's sword was much stronger than Tu Zhongshu's and Ye Ning's. She did not simply use her demonic power to control the long sword. Instead, she had truly learned sword techniques and already contained sword intent.
It must be because of the lack of cultivation techniques. As she walked the path of demon cultivation, she learned some martial arts as body-tempering techniques. It was quite useful in battles of the same level.
"Brother Yun, you said that as the saying goes, a stupid bird flies first. I don't dare to forget it. Those people are only a few years older than me. Not only are their sword techniques strong but their movement techniques are also so powerful."
Yun Su had said this before. Back then, she had studied the Mystic Sutra every day without any results and used it to mock herself.
"Only one in ten people can learn martial arts. The disciples of the Mount Wu Sword Palace are one in a thousand and they specialize in the Sword Dao, so their improvement is naturally faster."
"How impressive."
Yun Su smiled. Seeing that the little girl was a little envious of the people from the Mount Wu Sword Palace, he said: "There's another kind of person. The kind of person whose talent you can only find in one in a thousand, or even one in ten thousand. You'll understand in the future. Since you like Qinggong, I happened to obtain a book a few days ago, so I'll teach you."
"Thank you, Brother Yun."
Wang Xuanji was overjoyed. She had never seen Big Brother Yun use his martial arts, let alone his qinggong. However, she firmly believed in him.
Yun Su did not circulate his Dharmic powers and just strolled slowly in the courtyard. His movements were very slow at first, then gradually became faster. Without explaining or asking if she had mastered it, he just walked around.
In Wang Xuanji's eyes, Big Brother Yun was strolling in the courtyard as usual. His posture was extremely natural and she gradually seemed to have understood something. She began to pace in the courtyard as well. Before long, she could walk freely. Whether it was his direction, his figure, or his footwork, she did not miss anything.
She watched it once and actually remembered it.
An hour later, the little girl was already walking briskly in the courtyard like a breeze.
Yun Su had transformed this Qinggong from the Wind Technique. He would not walk with a twist for the true purpose was to follow the flow and integrate into the surrounding environment like a breeze.
There was no need for internal cultivation or Qinggong foundation. Most importantly, with the bit of spiritual energy on his body, he could use it after comprehending that trace of intent.
He had deliberately taught her. Even without casting a spell, that trace of intent was extremely detailed in Wang Xuanji's eyes. Coupled with her amazing memory, she could walk in one go and master it in an hour.
"Thank you for teaching me, Brother Yun."
Wang Xuanji was all smiles as she stood in front of Yun Su. She coughed twice and bowed solemnly.
"So our Little Xuanji is also a martial arts genius."
Yun Su teased her and the little girl blushed. She had just been envious of those disciples of the Mount Wu Sword Palace but now that she had mastered a movement technique, she was more confident.
"Brother Yun, over the past month, I've felt that my sword technique and martial arts have improved very quickly. Even my body has a strange aura flowing in it. It's just that there's no internal cultivation technique left in the sect and I haven't cultivated it. It's a little strange."
"In the path of martial arts, there are nine levels. True Qi is also one of the inner Qi of humans. If you want to pursue strength, cultivating inner strength is only one of the paths. When you're free, you can take a look at the Mystic Sutra. There will be the answer you want inside."
In Yun Su's opinion, the Qi in the little girl's body was already close to spiritual power. It was not cultivated by herself but because the spiritual energy in the house was too abundant. As time passed, it entered her body on its own, just like how the spiritual energy of heaven and earth nourished spiritual herbs and fruits. It was poured in.
With her aptitude for cultivation, she would not be too far away from invoking Qi into her body. There was no need for her to sacrifice everything to cultivate inner strength.
Wang Xuanji nodded as if she understood.
Yun Su did not say anything else. Because of the tragic changes in the sect, this little girl had a strong sense of danger in the depths of her heart. Sometimes, she dreamed of all kinds of tragedies. Strictly speaking, this was a psychological problem.
There was plain porridge, white eggs, and some pickled vegetables. Yun Su had a simple and comfortable breakfast.
Wang Xuanji's porridge was cooked very well. Unlike others who directly boiled the porridge, she would stir the porridge from beginning to end. This way, the heat would be more uniform and the grains would be fragrant and smooth.
Ever since she started practicing martial arts, the porridge was cooked even better. She even used his fist technique.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
There was a knock on the door. Yun Su put down a book. Wang Xuanji went to open it and saw an old man in a plain robe standing outside.
"I'm Zhao Wuji. I'm here to visit Mr. Su."
Wang Xuanji was about to turn around and shout when he saw Yun Su walking over.
"So it's Mr. Zhao. Please come in."
When the smell of incense came just now, Yun Su's abnormally powerful divine sense saw the person clearly through the courtyard wall. It was Zhao Wuji from Yuyang City.
When Zhao Wuji entered the small courtyard, he immediately sensed that the spiritual energy here was so dense that ordinary cultivators would faint from envy. He thought to himself that this was indeed the case.
"I'm sorry to disturb you today, Mr. Su. It just so happens that this year's Yang Chun Morning Tea is a little earlier than usual. Although my Yuyang Maojian tea is not as famous as Yangming Prefecture City's Yang Hong tea, it is more fragrant and fresh. I came to invite you for an appraisal."
"Oh? Xuanji, boil water for tea."
The two of them sat down at a stone table on the west side of the pool. Wang Xuanji quickly set up a tea set and a mud stove. Soon, the ancient well water boiled. City God Zhao took out a white porcelain teapot. The moment he opened it, a faint fragrance of tea wafted out.
"Good tea."
When the tip of the tea leaves entered the water, it was fresh and green. It stood in the water as if it was alive. It was quite spiritual and fragrant. After entering the stomach, it had a faint nourishing feeling.
"This morning's tea was all thanks to Mr. Su. If not for that spiritual rain, the tea wouldn't be available so soon."
After Wang Xuanji was done, she returned to her room to read. The two of them chatted leisurely in the courtyard without any reservations.
"I don't dare to be greedy for credit. It's just the heavens playing nice."
"Speaking of which, when I first met you that day, I misjudged you. If I hadn't met you again at the Liu residence, I would have been kept in the dark by my turbid eyes."
"To be honest, I'm here today to deliver tea and also to thank Mr. Su for helping me resolve some trouble last time."
In City God Zhao's opinion, Mr. Su still looked like a commoner, unlike other cultivators.
From Hu Shanhai's reaction that night, he naturally understood that this Mr. Su in front of him was extremely powerful. He was not someone that a small god like him could see through.
"City God Zhao, you're too polite. I'm just taking money to help others."
Yun Su's frankness stunned City God Zhao. He had thought that this expert would say something righteous like other cultivators. He did not expect him to be so honest.