Chapter 6 Guang Yao Liu There are no disciples who cannot learn, only those who cannot teach...

Ji Lingche looked at him calmly.

Qu Wu Ji's expression was cold, but there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Ji Lingche looked innocent, his clear eyes blinking: "Hmm? Master, who are you calling?"

Qu Wu Ji looked down at her condescendingly.

His expression was calm, and he didn't seem to have any unusual emotions: "Nothing."

After saying that, he turned around and walked upwards. Ji Lingche hesitated for a moment, but had no choice but to follow him in the end.

Stepping into the clouds, an ancient and magnificent palace slowly emerged. A huge plaque with the four characters "Xiandao Yongchang" (Eternal Prosperity of the Immortal Way) inscribed on it was said to be written by a god who came to the mortal world four thousand years ago. The handwriting was vigorous and penetrating, and the spiritual light circulated for thousands of years without fading.

In the Dharma Ending Age, spiritual energy has dried up, and no one has ascended to heaven in the mortal world for nearly a thousand years. In addition, demons are causing chaos, and the world of cultivation is gradually declining. However, a divine man said that as long as the plaque "The Immortal Path Will Always Prosper" does not fall, the immortal path will not fall.

Ji Lingche looked up at the huge plaque, and something seemed to be surging in his heart.

Qu Wu Ji did not enter the main hall. Behind the layers of palaces, there was a small courtyard. What caught Ji Lingche's eyes were several slender green bamboos. Behind the bamboos was a dilapidated and weathered rockery, which unexpectedly exuded a unique spirit of tenacity.

The courtyard is spacious, but there are only three or four houses. There is the sound of gurgling water, but no one knows where the water comes from.

Although Qu Wu Ji owned the entire Guangyao Peak, he only took a scoop from the three thousand weak waters, and the rest of the palaces were sealed by his magic.

Only one small courtyard is used.

Ji Lingche's early evaluation of this was: a mentally ill person who wasted natural resources. I didn't expect that after so many years, he was still like this.

Ji Lingche followed him into the purification room.

There wasn't even a chair in this damn place, just a few cushions on the floor.

As the foremost immortal, Qu Wu Ji is neither happy nor sad because of material things, and still holds the simple and unpretentious practice view of a sword cultivator. Even Ji Lingche sighs that this man is truly a role model for our generation.

Qu Wu Ji sat casually on the cushion and motioned Ji Lingche to come over.

Ji Lingche stood still, looking left and right, then pointed at himself: "Me? Master?"

Qu Wu Ji looked at her coldly, so Ji Ling Che had no choice but to pick and choose a comfortable-looking cushion and sit down calmly.

Qu Wuji looked at her and said, "A person who should have been dead for many, many years suddenly appeared before you. Tell me, isn't that strange?"

Ji Lingche said: "...maybe a little?"

You know what, the people involved are all confused right now.

Ji Lingche remained calm, her mind calculating rapidly. Her eyes sparkled as she whispered, "Master, if you see someone you shouldn't be seeing, you should reflect on whether you've done anything harmful recently. How could you possibly have provoked someone you shouldn't have provoked, and ended up getting entangled with them?"

She placed her hand on his leg and patted it: "If this continues for a long time, it will damage your luck!"

Qu Wuji suddenly grabbed her wrist, staring at her with sharp eyes, and said word by word: "If you continue to act crazy and stupid with me, I will crush your soul to pieces and make you unable to reincarnate forever."

Ji Lingche pried his hand away, saying with a forced smile, "Let go."

Qu Wuji's cold fingers stroked her wrist, his tone indescribably dangerous: "You'd better really be Hua Wanwan."

Ji Lingche chuckled, stared at him, and said softly: "I will not change my name when I walk, nor my surname when I sit."

Qu Wu Ji let go of her and spread out his palms. Suddenly, a green light flashed and a long sword appeared in his hand.

The sword is slender and seems to be covered with a layer of green frost, and the black scabbard is covered with twisted patterns.

There were bursts of wailing sounds coming from the sheath, as if an unwilling soul was trapped inside, enduring endless pain. If it weren't for the sword owner's domineering and powerful nature, the sword seemed like it could take over at any time.

Qu Wu Ji exerted force on his hand, and the wailing sound of the sword suddenly disappeared. The sword body flashed with a cold light, and it became sharp and intimidating.

Ji Lingche felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

Qu Wuji looked at the sword in his hand and said, "Everyone says that Qinghun is extremely powerful, but few people know that this sword is not mine."

"How about I tell you the story of this sword."

Ji Lingche raised his hand and said firmly: "I'm not interested, I don't want to listen——"

Qu Wuji looked at her coldly: "Why is your heart beating so fast all of a sudden? Are you feeling guilty?"

Sacrificing Lingche:...

Qu Wuji lowered his eyes and continued to talk to himself, "Many years ago, there was a genius in the art of swordsmanship who was extremely intelligent, but he couldn't use a sword."

"His family is cursed. No one in the family can form a golden elixir or draw a sword."

"But this man, even though he didn't have a golden elixir, was madly obsessed with swords. He loved the sword's coldness, its sharpness, and the faint cold glow it gleamed amidst the flow of blood. He felt that swords, too, had emotions."

When Qu Wu Ji said this, he looked down at the sword in his hand, and there seemed to be a bit of true affection in his expression.

"He couldn't draw the sword, but he spent his whole life with it. He is the greatest swordsmith in the world."

Ji Lingche's heart was pounding, and she suddenly wanted to cast a silencing spell to make Qu Wuji shut up.

"He forged many, many divine swords, such as Diao Hai, Sha Tuan, and Ya Yu... Later, these swords, along with their masters, became famous throughout the world."

Qu Wuji: "But, such a person was killed."

Qu Wu Ji raised his eyes and looked at Ji Lingche with a meaningful look.

"That man not only destroyed his body, but also imprisoned his soul in the sword he built, causing him to wail day and night."

"The murderer then used this sword to kill many people with ease, staining it with the blood of many wronged souls. He then transformed the sword into a completely evil object and gave it to his nemesis, hoping that the enemy would be killed by the backlash."

"Tell me, isn't this kind of person so vicious that it's frightening?"

Ji Lingche raised the corner of his lips, looked at him coldly, and did not answer.

"I think that swordsmith will recognize the enemy's spirit no matter what, right?"

His tone was filled with undeniable sarcasm: "Come here, come and pull out this sword."

Ji Lingche laughed and said, "Master, you are getting old and confused. How can I possibly draw the sword when I haven't established my foundation yet?"

Qu Wuji: "How do you know if you don't try?"

"And..." Qu Wuji said nonchalantly, "That swordsmith is the murderer's senior brother."

"I'm curious. If Tan Yigu knew her own fate, would she still have taken that rotten-hearted person back as her junior sister?"

Ji Lingche sneered silently, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the Qinghun Sword——

The clean room was quiet, with only the sound of water dripping onto the ground.

One drop, two drops, three drops, four drops...

Unfortunately, the Qinghun Sword didn't react at all.

Ji Lingche saw the veins bulging on Qu Wuji's hand holding the scabbard. She raised her head and saw a gloomy expression on his face, as if he had some strange emotions.

Ji Lingche smiled and said, "I told you I haven't established my foundation yet, what do you think?"

Qu Wu Ji looked at her silently, but his aura was extremely cold, as if he was about to explode and strangle the person in front of him to death in the next second.

Seeing his expression, Ji Lingche felt pleased. He held his forehead and smiled, "Master, I've never been very smart since I was a child, and you talk so in a roundabout way that I really don't understand what you mean—Hey, hey...what are you doing?!"

Qu Wu Ji suddenly grabbed her wrist. Before she could pull her hand away, she felt a piercing pain in her entire arm. The pain was as if her nails were being pulled out, and the back of her hand felt like being stung by a poisonous snake!

She saw a golden seal appear on the back of her hand, which flashed a few times and then disappeared.

Qu Wuji said coldly, "From now on, you are not allowed to leave Guangyao Peak without my permission."

Ji Lingche looked at the back of his hand, and just as he recovered from the pain, he laughed angrily: "Master, you even gave me the golden seal. Are you so afraid that I'll run away?"

Unless Qu Wu Ji wipes it off himself, no one else can remove this golden seal. With this golden seal, Qu Wu Ji can find the person wherever he goes.

But for Ji Lingche, it is not impossible to remove it, but the pain will be hundreds or thousands of times greater than when he was hit.

Qu Wuji placed his hand on her shoulder and gently pulled her closer. His tone was a little slower, but filled with danger. "As the orphan entrusted to Taihua Yuxu by the Hua family, I must protect you. If you run around and get hurt by thieves, Shang Zheng will have no way to explain."

"Are you right, Wanwan?"

Sacrificing Lingche:...

Ji Lingche: "The sages said, teach students in accordance with their aptitude. Master, do you think that I, your disciple, am not suited to cultivating immortality? Instead of wasting my time in Taihua Yuxu, why not let me go back home as soon as possible?"

"There are no disciples who cannot learn, only masters who cannot teach." Qu Wu Ji looked at her and said slowly.

Ji Lingche thought to himself: Why didn't I see that you have the potential to be a good teacher and friend before...

Ji Lingche smiled smirkly, "Indeed, to have a master like you, I, Hua Wanwan, would be so lucky to have you in my three lives and would die without regrets. What's more, you are so handsome and elegant, like a god descending from the earth. Even just looking at you is a pleasure to the eyes, haha..."

Qu Wuji pointed outside, and Ji Lingche understood: "I understand, you want me to get out of here, right?"

Qu Wuji said calmly, "What you need to do is to sweep the jade steps in front of the palace spotlessly clean every day."

Jade steps, what jade steps? Are you talking about the stairs that rise into the clouds and seem to have no end in sight?

…

When he was an outer disciple, he had to sweep the stairs every day. Now he has been promoted to a direct disciple of the master, but he didn't expect that his only task every day is still to sweep the stairs. Ji Lingche felt that this was probably the retribution for his verbal sins.

Many, many years ago, a sorcerer named Yin had read her fortune and gave her two prophecies:

First, she will surely die a miserable death because of her many evil deeds.

The second is that she will have to pay the price every time she speaks meanly.

Ji Lingche had a quarrel with that charlatan at that time, and now she felt that the man was absolutely right.

She sat on the cool jade steps, holding a broom in her arms, and her fingertips were boredly playing with a peach petal. Suddenly, a small bead bounced on her head. Ji Lingche frowned and turned around, and saw Qu Wuji leaning leisurely on the rocking chair at the door of the hall, holding a scroll of scriptures in his hand, and not looking up at her.

Ji Lingche: "Master, I just sat down, how could I make you dissatisfied?"

He tapped the chair with his long fingers and said sparingly, "Under my feet."

Ji Lingche said, "I've spent the whole morning clearing the ground beneath your feet. You either said there were flower petals or weeds. So what's the problem this time? Do you want me to pick out the grass seeds in the cracks for you?"

Qu Wuji didn't even raise his eyes: "There is dust."

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