El watched Yuri's expression carefully, trying to read his intentions.
In fact, he used his keen sense of smell to ascertain if there were any hidden ill intentions. However, all he smelled was calmness and honesty.
After a while, El took a deep breath and stood up from his seat. He walked until he stood right in front of Yuri, only one step away.
Then, without hesitation, El clenched his hands into fists and bowed in a respectful manner. "Please accept me as your student," El said in a cold tone, yet firm and without ill will.
At that moment, a soft wind suddenly blew, making El's trench coat and hair dance slowly.
On the other hand, Yuri's long flowing hair also waved elegantly, as if accompanying the moment Yuri Hao and El Ira Adrian's destiny walked.
"Hmm, Adrian... So you're really an avid reader of Wuxia's works, huh?" said Yuri while looking at El who was still bowing seriously. "Then you must know about the student appointment ceremony."
Yuri's faint smile turned mischievous. Without warning, she lifted his tiny foot towards El who was still bowing.
El remained bowed, not yet raising her head as she waited for Yuri's approval. However, the distinctive scent of ill will was in the air as Yuri was clearly about to act up again.
"Hihi... Lick your master's feet, and I will accept you as my apprentice," Yuri said in a soft yet teasing voice.
El slowly lowered his hand, raising his head to look at Yuri. His face was cold and flat, emotionless. He stared at Yuri for a while, then stood up calmly.
Without another word, El turned and walked towards his house, leaving Yuri alone on the terrace.
Yuri lowered her legs while chuckling softly, feeling satisfied that he had teased El. "What a bore... But still interesting," he muttered while crossing his arms.
Not long after, El reappeared, carrying a tray with a cup and teapot of hot tea. He calmly placed the tray on the table, poured tea into a fresh cup, and then offered it to Yuri in a respectful manner.
"Please enjoy this cup of tea," El said, his voice flat but polite.
Yuri paused for a moment, looking at the cup of tea El handed, then smiled slightly. "Hm, you really know how to dodge elegantly. But I'll let you off this time," she said while exchanging the teacup in his hand.
Yuri sipped the warm tea brewed by El, closed her eyes for a moment, then let out a long sigh. "I, the twelfth disciple, Fairy Frost of the Frost Flower Sect, White Lily, hereby accept you as my first disciple."
El immediately knelt down respectfully, his hands clenched in front of his chest. "Thank you, Master."
Yuri looked at El with soft yet firm eyes. "Since you are my student now, I must give you the name Dao, in accordance with the traditions of my Sect."
She paused for a moment, her expression turning serious, as if she was thinking about something important. After a moment, a faint smile appeared on Yuri's face.
"From now onwards, you will have a second name: Silent Orchid," Yuri said, her voice full of authority. "You may also refer to yourself as Ji Lan."
El bowed his head deeper, accepting the name solemnly. "Thank you for this honor, Master. I will keep this name to the best of my ability."
Yuri's petite body floated up from her seat, then gently placed the teacup on the table before floating towards the house.
"Come with me, I'll teach you our Sect's main cultivation technique," she said in a calm tone.
El followed behind with steady steps, his curiosity burning, but she chose to remain silent without asking any questions.
They finally arrived at a cozy little room, where El usually meditated to absorb Dou Qi from the surrounding nature.
The room was simple, the floor was made of shiny wood, in the center was a small pillow, while the walls were decorated with calligraphic paintings.
In the corner near the window, a small table with a simple wooden bench was Yuri's destination.
On the table, there was a pile of books on the left side, while the right side was filled with brushes with wet ink. Yuri often used that place to just write, or paint calligraphy when bored.
Yuri immediately took one of the books and started writing with her brush.
El stood beside Yuri, watching how the girl wrote with graceful movements. Every stroke of her brush seemed practiced, producing smooth and beautiful writing.
Even the illustrations she added were of stunning artistic beauty, reflecting her immense talent in the art of calligraphy and drawing.
El couldn't help comparing his own handwriting to his own, which was far from neat, even tending to be ugly despite his handsome face.
If El gave a book containing her handwriting to Ya Fei, she would most likely throw it away mercilessly. This explains that El's handwriting is very poor.
After an incense stick, or thirty minutes, Yuri finally finished writing.
Her small body floated away, making room for El to come closer and read the cultivation method she had just written down.
The method was called Path of Poem, a unique technique that combines the art of writing and deep contemplation of poetry to enhance the realm.
The technique allows practitioners to forge the body, purify the soul, and enhance focus by utilizing the meaning of each word in a poem.
The written words create resonance with the surrounding Qi energy, accelerating its absorption and providing a significant boost to internal strength.
The process involves full absorption in writing or creating meaningful poetry.
As the mind, body and spirit harmonize through this activity, each stanza of poetry will flow Qi to the body, strengthening muscles, inner resilience and improving spiritual connection.
El stared at the writing with slightly widened eyes, showing a rare expression of surprise on her cold face. "This technique... I understand it easily. It's different from the Mind of Sword Method you gave me before, Master."
Due to the automatic translator function of the Reincarnation Room, El can easily read foreign writing and even understand many foreign languages with ease
However, the shock soon turned to confusion. "But... this technique requires me to read, compose, and write poetry?"
Then, El furrowed his head. "Reading poetry might be easy. But creating and writing? That will be difficult. My handwriting is terrible, and I'm not even good at stringing words together."
El sighed, looking at the book with a mixture of enthusiasm and doubt. Although this technique seemed very promising, the requirements were quite challenging, especially for someone unfamiliar with the art of poetry.
After a while, El muttered, "Maybe I can buy a poetry collection book at the Wu Tan City bookstore... but I need so many poems, it's not a big enough expense."
"It's just that... it's less effective than writing and composing poems," he said while looking at the book.
Yuri, who was standing nearby, smiled slightly and patted El's right shoulder lightly. "My student, don't worry. This master of yours has a solution to that problem."
"Not only will it help you in your cultivation, but it will also perfect that rudimentary Thirteenth Movement." Yuri said casually.
El looked up, gazing at Yuri with a thoughtful look in his eyes. "What solution are you referring to, Master?"
Yuri's smile widened, his eyes flashing with confidence. "Patience, you'll find out soon enough. But for now, prepare yourself for a different challenge."
"A different challenge?" said El, confused. "What does that mean?"
Pausing for a moment, El focused her sense of smell to detect Yuri's intentions. However, all El found was a genuine intention to help increase his strength. There was no ill will whatsoever.
Yuri just smiled a little, then recited an illusion spell. In an instant, his body changed, revealing his true form.