The girl must be very tired. She was lying on her side on the bed, clutching the corner of the quilt, and sleeping very soundly.
Cen Jin lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand, and he felt that the spiritual energy around him wanted to flow towards the girl on the bed.
He withdrew his hand.
Things like uncontrolled spiritual energy would never happen to children in the foundation-building stage, but this actually happened to them.
Should he feel ashamed of this?
However, Cen Jin did not have such an emotion in his heart. Instead, he felt a little bit of anticipation. He had been pretending to be an immortal human being for too long, so long that he wanted to tear off the disguise and let his little disciple see it.
She knew what a monster her master was.
But no.
No one likes monsters, Cen Jin thought. Even the master who rescued him would constantly warn him not to reveal his true nature in front of others.
He taught him to cultivate the Merciless Qi, and made him cultivate it in the biting cold of the Sword Forging Peak all day long.
He seemed to have successfully forged it into a sword made for the Zixiao Sect. The only flaw was the demonic energy in his heart.
Carrying all his greed and shame, it is completely unaffected by the ruthless people.
Cen Jin finally restrained himself and touched the end of her hair.
The full moon night would come in a few days, and he had to find an excuse to get Jiang Jiang down the mountain.
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Life on the Sword Casting Peak is very monotonous: get up, take fasting pills, practice swordplay, and go to sleep.
Looking at Cen Jin who was teaching him sword behind him without distraction, Jiang Jiang was really confused.
She tried various small movements to see the other person's reaction.
In the end, without exception, they were all discovered by Cen Jin, who then said softly, "Don't mess around, concentrate."
Jiang Jiang: “…” No, this doesn’t mean he is raising her as a child.
Cen Jin hadn't expected that raising an apprentice would be so difficult. To be fair, Jiang Jiang learned very quickly, and sometimes his comprehension didn't even seem like that of someone who had just started learning swordsmanship.
But when he corrected some of her wrong actions, she would always subconsciously pout.
Cen Jin, who had only a few experiences of interacting with humans in a year, was confused.
Is it because girls are too shy? Do you feel embarrassed when he points out your mistakes?
So after finishing sword practice in the morning, he even specifically praised her for her talent.
But there was not much joy on Jiang Jiang's face.
Cen Jin suddenly thought of a possibility that he had never thought of.
...Maybe Jiang Jiang never wanted to become his disciple from the beginning.
The head of Zixiao Sect, Cen Jin, entered the sect at the age of ten, formed the elixir at the age of eighteen, and transformed into a baby at the age of ten, becoming famous in the world of immortal cultivation. After switching to the ruthless sect, his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, and he took over the position of the head of Zixiao Sect before the age of one hundred.
Everyone thinks he is a rare genius in cultivating immortality that can be found only once in a thousand years.
Perhaps it was because there were too many flatterers that made him crazy, and he really thought that everyone wanted to be his apprentice.
But Cen Jin also knew that if he was really so confident, he would not have used magic to control Jiang Jiang to say what he wanted to hear that day.
He was wrong.
But perhaps it was the bad nature that he couldn't get rid of that was at work, and apart from a little pain in his heart, he didn't feel any unnecessary guilt or other emotions.
Because he couldn't accept the possibility that Jiang Jiang would become a disciple of other elders and practice in a place far away from himself.
He had an almost pathological desire to control her, wanting to keep her within his sight forever.
Every gust of wind and every piece of snow on Sword Forging Peak should be his eyes and ears, watching over his little disciple for him.
Cen Jin lowered his eyes and looked at his palm, where the touch of correcting Jiang Jiang's sword posture still remained.
The girl's wrist was so slender that it seemed as if it would break if bent, yet it held a warmth that fascinated him—a warmth that was hard to find on this desolate and cold mountain top.
He won't let her go.
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