"He can't do anything, all he does is run around bullying people all day."
"I just want you to teach him how to guide qi into his body, but this kid refuses to practice no matter what I say, it's driving me crazy."
"If I don't cultivate, how can I pass on all my skills..."
"Cough cough," the poor, well-behaved boy suddenly coughed, interrupting the old man's words.
The old man chuckled awkwardly, "I misspoke. Anyway, teacher, it's good that you've taught him how to cultivate."
The boy timidly raised his pretty face and smiled obediently at Tu Longjian, "Sister."
It turns out the old man's name was Feng Hong, and he was an elder of Flying Fox Peak.
During his travels, he found a young boy who looked remarkably like his son who had died young. Moved by this, Feng Hong adopted the boy as his godson and named him Feng Tianhe.
Little did they know that this boy was not as well-behaved and harmless as he appeared on the surface; in fact, he was extremely mischievous and loved to play pranks.
He spends his days stealing chickens and dogs, slacking off and cheating, but refuses to cultivate himself, causing the old man to worry so much that his already sparse white hair has fallen out even more.
He posted a task to find a tutor, but high-level cultivators were unwilling to do such a task, and low-level cultivators who accepted it were always tricked by Feng Tianhe.
Because Feng Tianhe had not yet drawn Qi into his body, the cultivators dared not use their magic power, for fear of breaking the porcelain-like doll in front of them.
This made the boy even more unruly, driving away all the tutors. They even spread the word, causing no cultivator to be willing to take on the mission.
Sure enough, several months passed before Tu Longjian took on this task.
"I see. Xiaotian looks well-behaved and cute, not like that kind of child at all."
Tu Longjian narrowed his eyes, smiled, and patted the boy's head, ruffling his smooth black hair to make it look even more like a doll.
Feng Tianhe cooperated with her caresses, raising her delicate little face to reveal two adorable little tiger teeth, but a hint of gloom flashed in her glassy eyes.
That wretched woman, she actually patted his head like she was petting a dog!
Tu Longjian was very perceptive, and he took in the young boy's expression out of the corner of his eye.
Even if you can't hit a scheming brat, she has ways to deal with them.
It's not that I'm afraid of someone being naive, it's that I'm afraid of someone being genuinely stupid.
Those who are cunning have desires and weaknesses.
"From now on, I will have to trouble you, young friend."
Tu Longjian nodded and said confidently, "Senior Feng, there's no need for formalities. I will definitely teach Xiaotian well within ten hours."
"Thank you for your trouble." Feng Hong glared at Feng Tianhe, then turned and left.
Tu Longjian turned around and squatted down, staring at the young boy, his beautiful eyes blinking gently.
"Can you tell me, sister, why you don't want to cultivate?"
Feng Tianhe felt very uncomfortable seeing Tu Longjian so close to him, so he quickly took a step back, blinking his big eyes with an innocent look, "Cultivating immortality is too tiring."
"My grandfather is so good to me, why do I need to cultivate? I'm so happy playing every day."
A shadow crossed his eyes, but he smiled innocently and tried to take Tu Longjian's hand. "Sister, let's go play together."
"Ten hours is enough time to play around and accumulate merit points. I'll talk to Grandpa about it later; he's soft-hearted and will let you complete the task."
Tu Longjian deftly dodged his hand, grabbed his wrist, and turned it around.
The boy had a flesh-colored itching powder packet hidden in his palm, which was easily concealed.
Tu Longjian raised an eyebrow, stood up, and stared at him with a meaningful look.
This kid is quite clever; he deduced from her words that she only wanted to tutor for ten hours in exchange for merit points.
"Oh? So the cultivators before you were also fooled and let their guard down, and then fell for your trick?"
"You're so young and already so playful and sponging off your parents. What will you do when Senior Feng passes away?"
Several flames blazed in Feng Tianhe's eyes, but he was not provoked by her; instead, he forcibly suppressed them.
Pearl-like tears streamed down his face, his eyes brimming with hurt. "Sister, how could you bully me like this? Waaah!"
Tu Longjian took out a handkerchief and vigorously wiped away the tears from the corners of Feng Tianhe's eyes, leaving a red mark on the delicate skin at the corners of his eyes. Feng Tianhe winced in pain.
"See, that's what it's like to be a mortal. Even wiping away a tear can get you hurt. Stop playing the victim. I've seen plenty of beauties. I'm not falling for your act."
Tu Longjian spread his hands, looking rather sarcastic.
Feng Tianhe jumped to the side angrily, frantically wiping away her tears with her sleeve, feeling both ashamed and angry.
"I...I'm not playing with you anymore, you bad woman!" Feng Tianhe turned to run away, but Tu Longjian grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up.
Unexpectedly, the boy's face was soft and delicate, yet he was surprisingly light.
"I'm your teacher now, so you don't have a choice. If you're going to play, you have to play to your heart's content."
Tu Longjian threw the child onto the spirit sword and flew away with him on the sword.
As the spirit sword soared into the sky, Feng Tianhe looked down at the towering height below, feeling as if he would fall if he moved even slightly. His legs trembled, and he even stuttered as he spoke.
"You're going to... murder me for my money! Help, Grandpa, help me!"
Tu Longjian smiled wickedly, "Your grandfather said that as long as you don't die, it's fine. Even if you're crippled, I know a medical cultivator who can cure you."
"Go ahead and scream, no one will save you even if you scream your lungs out."
"I'll take you on a ride called the roller coaster."
Actually, the brat couldn't see that she had already tightly bound him with spiritual energy threads, so there was no way he could fall.
Tu Longjian skillfully used his spiritual energy to control his sword, moving nimbly through the air, sometimes plummeting 180 degrees, sometimes making sudden turns, making it extremely thrilling.
Feng Tianhe screamed in fright and clung to her back like an octopus.
Tu Longjian's forehead veins throbbed. She didn't like being touched by strangers, but seeing how terrified the boy looked, she had no choice but to tolerate it.
"Once you're no longer afraid, open your eyes and look at the scenery at your feet."
A woman's clear, spring-like voice reached Feng Tianhe's ears, carrying a soothing tone.
Feng Tianhe opened his eyes shakily and saw that he was lying on Tu Longjian's back, his face flushed.
He wanted to get off quickly, but he didn't dare, so he could only stay on this wicked woman's back.
But for some reason, the slender back of the bad woman made him feel so safe and secure.
He glanced at Tu Longjian's serious profile; the bad woman didn't seem so bad after all.
...At least I'm still alive and well in the sky, with all my hands and feet intact.
He turned his head and looked down.
The lush forests flow like waves in a blue sea, and the mountains stretch out in all directions.
The river shimmered with tiny sparkles, its waves rippling like a jade ribbon winding its way through the water.
Surrounded by clouds and mist, with the mountain peaks half-hidden, it felt like being in a fairyland, where worries were cast away like a departing soul.
The pent-up frustration in his chest suddenly vanished, and Feng Tianhe felt incredibly relieved.
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