"Ding, congratulations, Host! You have obtained the fourth special item - the Bliss Whip!"
"Bliss Whip: Capable of reshaping bones and muscles, breaking through limitations, with the power to turn mediocrity into marvels!"
Ye Kong felt the small whip suddenly appear in his hand, causing his handsome brows to furrow once more.
In just a few days, he had acquired as many special items as he had in the previous ten years of fishing.
"System, why have I been catching so many special items lately?"
"Ding, special reminder: The probability of obtaining special items depends on 'breaking the tranquility'."
Breaking the tranquility?
Ye Kong frowned in contemplation - who exactly is this "Breaking Tranquility"? Is their skin fair? Are their cultivation skills high?
"It's been a few days since I last checked on my disciple. Just right to test this Bliss Whip on her!"
...
Chen Changqing wandered along the Bitter Sea, fanning himself with a folding fan and a faint smile on his face.
As he approached the Peach Hut, he caught sight of Lin Yaoyao practicing her sword techniques, and his eyes lit up!
Perfect, an opportunity to shine in front of others!
Just sword techniques? In Xinghe Sect, who can compare to me, the Little Sword God?
"Peach blossoms grow on Peach Mountain, how many in spring?" Chen Changqing improvised a poem. "A beauty by my side, life is so carefree!"
From afar, Lin Yaoyao heard someone wailing like a ghost, and such a poem was an insult to her ears.
"Younger Sister, how's your cultivation going recently?" Chen Changqing asked gently.
Lin Yaoyao's pretty face was frigid, and she didn't utter a word.
The smile on Chen Changqing's face faltered, and he quickly said, "I see you're practicing sword techniques. Would you like me, your senior brother, to give you some pointers?"
Lin Yaoyao continued her sword dance, unmoved.
Chen Changqing's expression darkened. Is this woman so arrogant? She won't cry until she sees the coffin!
It seems I have to bring out my trump card.
"Younger Sister, I have a volume of sword techniques here, a treasure passed down from the ancestors of Xinghe Sect, profound and inscrutable." Chen Changqing spoke with an arrogant expression.
Hmm? Another ancestral sword technique?
Lin Yaoyao suddenly remembered the Xinghe Cycle Sword her master had given her.
As the Little Sword God of the sect, Chen Changqing surely had more resources than her cheap master, and this sword technique must be more formidable than the Xinghe Cycle Sword.
Lin Yaoyao's interest was piqued, and she smiled charmingly. "May I ask, Senior Brother, what rank of sword technique is this?"
Hooked!
Hmph, women are all like this!
"Younger Sister, listen carefully. This sword technique..." Chen Changqing revealed a profound smile. "It's the legendary peak of the ninth stage, superior-grade Xuan Sword Technique!"
A Xuan Sword Technique?
Lin Yaoyao was slightly startled. Was her senior brother joking?
Yes, he must be joking. Thinking I ignored him before, he's pretending to have a divine-grade sword technique.
Lin Yaoyao shook her head and smiled. "Senior Brother, please don't joke. This can't possibly be a Xuan Sword Technique."
A sly smile curved Chen Changqing's lips. Sure enough, this woman hasn't seen much of the world and was awestruck by my Xuan Sword Technique.
"Younger Sister, this sword technique is extremely valuable. I only have one volume in my possession."
Giving you a Xuan Sword Technique shows how sincere I am towards you.
She must be touched to death.
Lin Yaoyao smiled without saying a word, accepting the sword technique from Chen Changqing's hand for a closer look.
?
This... is actually a Xuan Sword Technique!
Rubbish, rubbish!
Seeing Lin Yaoyao's shocked expression, Chen Changqing rejoiced again and said calmly, "Younger Sister, this is a Xuan Sword Technique. Don't be too surprised."
Surprised, indeed. I, the Emperor, am indeed shocked.
This kid actually used a real Xuan Sword Technique to trifle with me!
"Senior Brother, this sword technique is too precious. Younger Sister can't accept it."
Saying that, Lin Yaoyao turned around and walked deeper into Peach Mountain.
Go to hell!
Can't accept it?
Chen Changqing stood there, bewildered.
This... Could it be that it's the first time I've given something too valuable, and it scared Younger Sister?
That must be it!
Ah, if I had known, I should have given her a Yellow-grade mid-tier, third-stage, late-period sword technique instead...
Chen Changqing stood there, lost in thought.
Just then, he saw his useless uncle approach, so he hid to see what his useless uncle was up to.
"Hmph, Younger Sister ignores me even, so what good will you, this mediocre Uncle, be?"
Ye Kong heard the Little Sword God's poem from afar.
He didn't hurry over but wanted to see what tricks his nephew had up his sleeve.
Huh.
Trying to拱我家菜园里的大白菜 (lit. "dig up the cabbage in my garden"), eat shit, you!
Seeing his angry disciple, Ye Kong caught up and asked, "Disciple, how's your cultivation progress these days?"
If not, I'll have to spur you on.
"Reporting to Master, Disciple has cultivated to the seventh level of Qi Refinement." Lin Yaoyao said sheepishly.
In fact, she had just broken through to the eighth level of Qi Refinement but didn't say it, fearing it would be too much of a blow to her master.
Breaking through two realms in seven days, Lin Yaoyao was almost too embarrassed to face her master.
Ah, where would Master's old face be put with such talent?
Such innate ability would undoubtedly shock the entire Xinghe Sect if it were placed there.
But Ye Kong had never seen other cultivators practice, and his understanding of cultivation was... anyone with hands could do it.
Instantly, Ye Kong's brows furrowed.
"You're clearly at the eighth level of Qi Refinement, why deceive your master?" Ye Kong asked.
This disciple, with mediocre talent and laziness, deceives me and wants to muddle along!
Master has seen through it?
I concealed my cultivation with imperial prowess. How could Master see through it?
Perhaps... while I was cultivating on Peach Mountain, Master spied on me using an array!
That must be it!
This master often spies on me, having improper thoughts towards me!
"Disciple... disciple didn't mean to deceive Master, it's just that I just broke through and spoke wrongly." Lin Yaoyao explained, already extremely speechless.
I lowered my cultivation level so as not to discourage you, and look at how your brows furrowed when you heard about my breakthrough!
Ye Kong's brows relaxed slightly, accepting his disciple's pale excuse. He coughed and instructed, "Disciple, the path of cultivation is long, be sure to strengthen your dao heart and be steadfast."
Practicing for so long and only breaking through two realms, and still slacking off all the time, bathing in the Peach Pond, can you be any more steadfast?
Ye Kong was somewhat helpless. This disciple often bathed and played in the Peach Pond, not wanting to think that she might be trying to seduce him because of his good looks?
Ah, it's all my fault as a master!
"Be steadfast?" Lin Yaoyao was taken aback.
Does this master think I broke through too fast and used forbidden techniques, harming my foundation?
Ah, Master, you don't understand what it means to possess the demeanor of an Emperor.
"Master, Disciple will remember your teachings!" Lin Yaoyao said, feeling wronged, biting her red lips.
"Hmm, you know what you should be doing." Ye Kong nodded, giving the Peach Pond a nod.
I must make this disciple remember to take fewer baths. I, as a solitary figure, am unfazed by beauty!
Women only hinder my speed of drawing the sword!
Lin Yaoyao's pretty face blushed, her heart filled with shame and anger.
This... this master, in broad daylight, is giving me a wink. Does he want me to bathe for him now?
A lecher!
Lin Yaoyao longed to strike Ye Kong with her sword.
She said coldly, "Disciple still has to cultivate, I'm taking my leave first!"
Saying that, Lin Yaoyao turned and left.
Slamming the door of the thatched cottage shut.
Ye Kong stood frozen in place.
This disciple, merely scolded for frequent bathing, and she's already angry?
But then he reconsidered. When he was her age, he too had gone through a rebellious phase, always eager to play.
Am I being too harsh on my disciple?
Ye Kong frowned in reflection.
Teaching disciples requires a method. Being overly demanding may have the opposite effect.
But what now? My disciple is ignoring me...
"Children need to be coaxed. I'll prepare a small gift for this disciple," Ye Kong sighed helplessly.
He must have had the worst luck. His first disciple not only possessed mediocre talent but also had an eccentric temperament.
Other protagonists in stories always find disciples who are destined for greatness.
Sigh... Could it be because I'm too handsome?
It must be.
Ye Kong knocked on the door.
"Master, what do you want?" A cold voice from inside, Lin Yaoyao's, echoed.
"Disciple, open the door. I've come to give you a gift," Ye Kong smiled, waving a small whip in his hand.
Master is here to spur you on!