Leng Ziming took the opportunity to comfort Leng Tianlang: "If we're talking about who's the dumbest, it's your brother Tianyou. He's the oldest, and he's only just started learning to comprehend the power of space. You're better than him."
Leng Tianyou wasn't angry. He argued, "That's because of our tradition. We only begin to comprehend spatial power after breaking through to the Mage realm."
"Otherwise, I might have already used the Hidden Universe technique."
Leng Ziqian didn't want to hear these useless words, so he changed the subject and asked, "Great-grandfather, why did you ask us to bring blankets?"
Leng Qianjue pointed directly at the younger children and said, "Ask them if they want to go back?"
The Leng brothers shook their heads, and Leng Tianyou said, "I want to cultivate here with my junior uncle until I learn the Universe in My Sleeve Technique."
The younger ones, who hadn't broken through to the mage realm, remained silent, content to simply follow their leader, this simpleton.
Du Qingshuang looked expectantly at her father, then at Leng Qianjue. Du Jingyuan also looked at Leng Qianjue, who waved his hand and said, "Keep her. One more won't make a difference."
Du Qingshuang said happily, "Thank you, Grandmaster Leng!"
Leng Qianjue looked at the adults, wanting to say that Jiaojiao had used up her spiritual energy to take care of them, and would continue to take care of them afterward, so they should at least show some appreciation.
But seeing that Du Jingyuan was still there, he changed his mind and said, "The things have been delivered, you should go back now. Staying here is disturbing the children."
Leng Zixuan had been looking for Rong Jiaojiao ever since he arrived, but hadn't found her. He asked, "Where's Junior Sister?"
His son quickly answered, "Junior Uncle's spiritual energy is exhausted, so he's gone to sleep. Dad, you'd better get something good for Junior Uncle to replenish his energy."
Leng Qianjue glanced at Leng Tianze, thinking to himself: [You're quite the talker, kid. Say more.]
Leng Zixuan patted his son's head: "Alright, I just happened to get a blood ginseng, I'll give it to my junior sister to nourish her body."
As he spoke, he took out a jade box and handed it to Leng Qianjue. Leng Qianjue didn't stand on ceremony with him. Although it was a bit valuable, he would share some with Leng Tianze after the pills were refined.
The others followed suit, knowing that their great-grandfather would not mistreat the children and that he would only bring out more things.
Even Du Jingyuan felt embarrassed and took out a Replenishing Grass, saying, "Grandmaster Leng, my Qing Shuang has been troubling you these past few days."
He was overjoyed when he received the message to send over the blankets. He secretly rejoiced and gave himself a thumbs up for shamelessly exchanging communication tokens yesterday.
Leng Qianjue waved her hand and said, "Alright, you've delivered the things. Now go and don't disturb their enlightenment."
The group wasn't angry at all; instead, they left happily.
Two hours later, Rong Jiaojiao woke up. Although her consciousness had only recovered a little, she no longer felt tired.
She came to the platform outside the courtyard and saw several people drawing spatial symbols. She looked at the symbols drawn by each person and found that, apart from Du Qingshuang, only Leng Tianyou's spatial symbol carried a trace of spatial power.
The other drawings not only lacked spatial power, but the runes were also somewhat strange. Leng Tianlang's spatial runes seemed not to be perfectly rounded, but not entirely so either. Moreover, Rong Jiaojiao felt that his runes were somewhat familiar.
Leng Qianjue, who was standing beside him, noticed his confusion and asked, "Do you think his runes look familiar?"
Rong Jiaojiao nodded: "Grandmaster, what is the reason for this?"
Leng Qianjue chuckled: "His runes have a tiny bit of killing power, somewhat similar to yours before, but also different."
"Moreover, the runes they drew were based on the original runes of the sect, but they were all modified to some extent."
Rong Jiaojiao asked, puzzled, "Could it be because I was the one who guided them to understand?"
Leng Qianjue nodded, and Rong Jiaojiao asked worriedly, "Grandmaster, is this good or bad for them?"
Leng Qianjue said, "There are pros and cons. The advantage is that they may comprehend the power of space earlier because of your guidance."
"The downside is that they may fall into a fixed pattern because of your guidance, limiting their own creativity and unique understanding of spatial power."
Rong Jiaojiao frowned: "Then what should we do?"
Leng Qianjue smiled slightly: "Don't worry, just guide them to explore and discover on their own. Moreover, everyone has their own unique talents and ways of understanding. As long as they maintain their curiosity and spirit of exploration, they will eventually have different insights."
Rong Jiaojiao nodded, feeling slightly relieved.
Looking at the time, she realized it was time for her to forge her sword. She asked Leng Qianjue, "Grandmaster, where do I forge my sword?"
Leng Qianjue replied, "Right here," then clapped his hands and shouted to the others, "Alright, you've all spent enough time drawing runes today. Now come over and practice swordsmanship with your junior uncle."
"Let me see if your swordsmanship has improved."
Upon hearing Leng Qianjue's words, everyone stopped what they were doing and reluctantly put down their talisman-drawing tools.
Leng Tianyou exclaimed, "I'm feeling a bit tired anyway, so practicing my sword skills will do me good."
Leng Tianhao chimed in, "Practicing swordsmanship is easier than drawing talismans!"
The others also packed up their belongings and lined them up on the platform, waiting for Leng Qianjue's next instructions.
Leng Qianjue took out several swords and distributed them to everyone: "These swords are ordinary practice swords, enough for you to use."
Leng Tianlang took the sword, looked at it from left to right, and finally confirmed, "This is the sword I used when I was refining my body. So my ancestor didn't melt it down."
The other Leng brothers looked at their swords and realized they did resemble the ones they had used before. However, these swords were all very similar, and they couldn't tell which one was the one they had used.
Leng Qianjue said, "Alright, these heavy swords are all about the same weight, so let's not worry about that. Let's start forging the swords now."
Everyone nodded and assumed the starting stance for swordsmanship.
At Leng Qianjue's command of "Begin," everyone started practicing the Xuanqing Sect's basic sword techniques.
After watching for a while, Leng Qianjue discovered that among these people, Leng Tianyou's swordsmanship was the most fluid, with each strike carrying a powerful aura.
This is not surprising, given that he is the oldest and has been practicing swordsmanship the longest.
After a workout, everyone was exhausted, drenched in sweat, and panting heavily.
Rong Jiaojiao was more tired than the others. Her heavy sword was heavier than theirs, and she also had steel ball bags strapped to her legs.
Just then, the disciples from the Mission Hall who had received their missions delivered dinner on time. After giving them a cleansing treatment, Leng Qianjue said, "Here, you've all worked hard today, so here's a spiritual meal as a reward."
Everyone was overjoyed; what a wonderful life this was!
Leng Tianyou patted the dust off his clothes, which had now disappeared, and ran to the table excitedly, saying, "Great! I haven't had spiritual food in so long."
Although the canteen serves spiritual food, there is a difference between ordinary spiritual food and specially prepared spiritual food.
Ordinary spiritual food only has a little bit of spiritual energy; it can't possibly taste as good as specially prepared food.
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