Chapter 30

◎Good Brother◎

Although these people are hypocritical, they also know shame.

They knew perfectly well that this water demon wasn't meant to train their disciples; they just wanted to show off by exorcising the demon.

It's best to compliment each other, praising whose disciple has performed exceptionally well.

Those cultivators who were capable had already gone into the water one after another, while those who were not were defeated by the water demons long ago.

The remaining people stayed there, unwilling to leave, simply hoping to divide the cultivation techniques equally at the end.

Jiang Qiye was the only one whom the people had asked to come.

This water monster attacks every fishing boat that passes by, and it has already killed three people last year.

This should have been the responsibility of the local immortal sects. If Master Qilin hadn't happened to pass by, why would they have made such a big fuss to recruit cultivators from all over the world?

Ultimately, Master Qilin's actions were intended to teach the inactive local immortal sects a lesson.

Having figured all this out, Jiang Qiye no longer hesitated.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped onto the lake, his robes rippling in the wind.

Jiang Qiye conjured a spirit feather from his fingertip, which transformed into a flying eagle. It circled around and lured the water demon out of the lake, then guided it into the depths of the lake to prevent it from reaching the shore.

He knew that since Master Qilin wanted to capture the water demon alive, he certainly didn't want to harm it.

Jiang Qiye raised his hand and grasped his sword, continuously channeling his spiritual energy into the blade.

This spiritual energy requires an immense amount of internal strength, magic, and spiritual power, which ordinary cultivators simply cannot sustain.

When the sword energy struck the water demon's back, the water demon struggled violently, its huge tail fins slapping out water sprays several meters high, soaking it completely.

Jiang Qiye's ability to maintain his position far exceeded everyone's expectations. He stood steadily on the lake surface for half an hour without moving an inch, not caring at all as the lake water soaked his robes.

At first, the people on the shore were somewhat disdainful, but seeing his composure and patience, they gradually developed admiration for him.

At such a young age, he not only possesses profound skill and formidable sword aura, but also precisely controls his strength without harming the water demon, which is truly remarkable.

Pei Xueyan stood on the shore, her heart filled with joy as she looked around.

She hadn't expected the Qing Sect's power to be so intense and sharp, and she wanted to steal his cultivation.

If she could really obtain his cultivation level, her master would surely forgive her.

Once the water demon had completely exhausted its strength to struggle, Jiang Qiye lightly touched the ground with its toes and flew even higher.

With a flick of his sleeve, a gleaming golden fishing net flew out.

This fishing net can be made large or small, and is made of extremely sturdy material, firmly trapping the water monster.

Then, he used one hand to drag the fishing net and forcefully pushed the huge water monster to the other side of the lake.

Almost simultaneously, Master Qilin appeared in mid-air.

"Young friend Jiang, is your master still in seclusion?"

His master was not Master Wangyu, but the person who brought him here to learn martial arts when he was a child. However, that master only taught him the basic techniques for two years before going into seclusion and has not shown himself since.

The master's master is Master Wangyu.

After that, he learned his skills from his master.

Jiang Qiye quickly bowed and said respectfully, "Reporting to Master, Master is still in seclusion."

"And what about Brother Wangyu?" Master Qilin asked again.

"Master has been cultivating within the sect and has rarely gone out in the past year or two."

Master Qilin smiled upon hearing this, his eyes full of approval: "Your master and master have a good disciple."

As he spoke, he took the fishing net, and with a flick of his finger, the water monster was sent into a pit that had already been dug on the lakeshore.

It seems that Master Qilin is taking the water demon away to practice martial arts and cultivate immortality.

Then, Master Qilin took out the cultivation manual from his sleeve, flicked it with his fingertip, and the golden manual floated into Jiang Qiye's arms.

After doing all this, his figure gradually faded, leaving only his voice in the air: "I will send the Golden Silk Net back to the Qing Sect in seven days."

"Thank you, Master Qilin." Jiang Qiye bowed to the air.

Seeing that Jiang Qiye had obtained the mental cultivation technique, the crowd that had been watching on the shore lost their reason to stay and left one after another.

This time, Jiang Qiye once again made a name for himself in the martial arts world, attracting jealousy from some and even greater respect from others.

Pei Xueyan was already waiting on tiptoe on the cliff. When she saw him return, she immediately waved and ran over, her tone full of joy.

"Master, Master, you're amazing!" She reached out and tugged at his robe, circling him as she examined him closely. "You're really not injured! How are you so amazing? So amazing, so amazing!"

Jiang Qiye was captivated by her soft tone and, without much thought, handed over the cultivation manual in his arms, saying only, "Here you go."

Pei Xueyan happily accepted it; this person was indeed easy to fool and so agreeable.

However, upon opening it, she found that the cultivation method was written entirely in small seal script. She could only understand the general meaning of the characters and had no idea how to cultivate it.

Seeing the confusion on her face, Jiang Qiye immediately explained gently, "You don't have any cultivation right now, so you might not understand it for the time being. In the future... I will teach you little by little."

Pei Xueyan looked up at him, meeting his sincere eyes. A strange feeling welled up inside her, but she suppressed it and asked with a smile, "Really? Will you teach me how to get started? I don't have a Refining Pill, and I'm getting old. Is it too late now?"

He lowered his eyes and remained silent.

The process of refining the elixir is crucial for beginners in cultivation; without it, the path of cultivation is indeed as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Seeing his silence, Pei Xueyan quickly added, "I know it's difficult without the Melting Pill, but it's always good for a girl to learn some martial arts. You're so skilled, you can definitely teach me some self-defense techniques, right?"

Jiang Qiye felt her heart was breaking again.

"Let's go down the mountain first," he suggested, avoiding the question altogether.

Pei Xueyan nodded immediately. She glanced at the sun; it was already noon. Rubbing her stomach, she said, "I think I'm really hungry. Let's go eat."

Jiang Qiye nodded.

Pei Xueyan was a mortal, unable to fly on a sword or use a teleportation technique, so she could only walk slowly down the mountain path with Jiang Qiye.

The stolen horse came running over.

Pei Xueyan's face lit up with joy. She immediately mounted her horse and looked down at Jiang Qiye, her tone playful: "Brother Daoist, would you mind leading the horse?"

"What?" Jiang Qiye looked up at her, not understanding why she had suddenly changed her address.

“Brother Daoist, what else should I call you? Since we are already friends, we should naturally address each other as brother and sister. I can’t keep calling you ‘Daoist’ all the time, it would seem too formal, like calling someone an elder, which would be awkward.”

This familiar scene... I even called him Third Uncle last time.

However, the word "brother" is truly delightful.

He composed himself and said softly, "There's no need to add 'Taoist Master'."

Pei Xueyan covered her mouth and giggled, "If I don't add the words 'Taoist Master,' then all that's left is 'Brother,' which is so embarrassing. But if you like, I'll call you Brother every day, okay, Brother?"

Jiang Qiye felt a surge of joy in her heart, and even her steps became lighter.

The weather was fine, and the two could have strolled and chatted leisurely, creating a very intimate atmosphere.

Not long after we started walking, the sky suddenly darkened, and the dark clouds gathered thicker and thicker, looking like it was about to rain.

Pei Xueyan immediately dismounted and ran towards a large tree, pulling at her skirt, hoping to find shelter from the rain.

Jiang Qiye quickly led his horse to catch up, grabbing her wrist and saying, "Let's go ahead, there's a pavilion there where we can take shelter from the rain."

Don't hide under a tree on a rainy day.

The two dared not delay and walked quickly forward, soon arriving at the foot of the pavilion.

As soon as I stood still, large raindrops began to fall in a "pitter-patter".

Jiang Qiye wanted to take off his clothes and put them on her, but Pei Xueyan quickly said, "Good brother, please don't take them off. It would be embarrassing if someone passed by. If you have a wife in the future, they will definitely find fault with you."

“No,” he immediately denied. “No one will say anything.”

Really?

"Really? I won't marry easily."

Nobody asked you that question.

She waved her hand again: "I don't want to wear it."

Pei Xueyan didn't pay much attention to these words. Her gaze casually swept over the rainy scene outside the pavilion, and she replied casually, "Oh, that's a real pity. You are handsome and have high magical power. I wonder how many female disciples of the immortal sects are secretly coveting you."

"And what about you?"

Pei Xueyan looked up and met his expectant, infatuated gaze. She feigned ignorance and asked, "What about me?"

"Um......"

"Huh? What's that strange sound? I didn't hear it clearly."

"nothing."

The two stood side by side in the pavilion, the rain and wind blowing in through the gaps, bringing a touch of coolness.

Pei Xueyan moved closer to him, her body almost touching his arm, and said softly, "Immortal Lord, Daoist Master, good brother, I feel so cold."

Jiang Qiye: "Didn't you say you wouldn't approve my clothes?"

Pei Xueyan gritted her teeth, deliberately making a soft "crunching" sound, looking pitiful: "Good brother, don't you cultivators have magic to warm your bodies? Use your spiritual power to warm me up."

Jiang Qiye did not hesitate any longer. He reached out and gently put his arm around her waist, while placing his other hand on her back and slowly transferring his gentle spiritual energy to her.

Gentle spiritual energy flowed down her back, and Pei Xueyan felt a familiar warm current seep into her entire body.

She couldn't help but let out a soft hum, "Mmm~" in comfort.

When Jiang Qiye heard this, his face instantly turned bright red.

She didn't remember, but he remembered clearly their two previous intimate encounters as husband and wife.

These days, he tries to force himself not to think about it, but those images keep popping up, which is really painful and unbearable.

Now that I've met her in person, I have to desperately try to control the surging emotions in my heart.

Pei Xueyan didn't notice his strangeness and snuggled closer to him, her tone filled with surprise: "So this is what the spiritual energy of the immortal sect is like. It's much more comfortable than the heater at home."

Jiang Qiye didn't dare to deliberately put his arm around her waist, but his fingers touched her warm skin under her clothes, and his heart skipped a beat, and even his breathing became a little erratic.

"If you like, I can transfer spiritual energy to you whenever you get cold."

"Okay, okay!" Pei Xueyan immediately agreed, and then added, "It's a deal! You'll cultivate with me and teach me the cultivation techniques, right?"

"Yes." He nodded vigorously.

Seeing that he was nodding seriously, Pei Xueyan felt that he had taken the bait.

She immediately extended her little finger, her tone slightly coquettish: "Then I'll have to pinky swear, so you won't go back on your word later and leave me behind to cultivate immortality on your own."

As she spoke, she shook his arm again and continued to plead, "Good Taoist priest, good brother, you can't go back on your word, you must teach me!"

"I won't go back on my word." He repeated, "This mental cultivation method is most suitable for mortals to learn. I will teach you for half an hour every day, starting with guiding qi into the body."

"Okay, okay!" She skipped along, pulling on his arm as if she were genuinely looking forward to cultivating immortality, then asked casually, "I heard people say that starting to cultivate immortality is extremely difficult, and if you already have some basic internal energy, it will be easier to learn. Brother, is that true?"