Chapter 118 Regret:
To Lan Hui's surprise, the Immortal Pavilion was calm and peaceful, without any fluctuations in spiritual energy.
Yu Se carefully jumped off the crane and followed behind her senior sister. She saw someone walk out from the depths of the gate, pass through door after door, and appear in front of the two of them.
The young palace master changed into a blue robe, her long hair was as white as snow, and her eyes were still covered with a white silk cloth, so she didn't look much different from before.
No, there are still some.
Her raging spiritual energy subsided considerably, and her expression also became more peaceful.
Unaware of what the two people outside the door were thinking, Xi Congshuang stood behind the door, raised her hand, and extended her palm: "Did you bring the Spirit Replenishing Pill?"
Lan Hui then remembered Xi Congshuang's request and hurriedly rummaged through her brocade pouch: "I brought it."
As the eldest disciple, she often takes her disciples out for training, and she always needs to prepare various low-level pills in her pouch.
For junior sisters with average cultivation levels, ordinary pills are sufficient; using the pills she uses requires additional help to regulate their properties, making it even more troublesome.
Lan Hui successfully took out several bottles of elixirs from the brocade pouch, but did not immediately hand them over. Instead, she tentatively asked, "These elixirs can only be used by the Su family girl. Is she injured?"
Xi Congshuang asked in confusion, "No, she just ran out of spiritual energy. The magic array inside the Immortal Pavilion restricted the flow of spiritual energy, so she couldn't quickly recover it."
Lan Hui was still a little uneasy: "Can I take a look?"
Realizing what the other person meant, Xi Congshuang did not refuse and turned to walk inside: "Then let's go."
Unexpectedly, things went so smoothly. Lan Hui immediately followed, and Yu Se hesitated for a moment before also following behind her senior sister.
Then she saw a figure who had exhausted his spiritual power and was curled up in a ball on the bed.
Upon hearing footsteps, a figure moved, revealing a weak and tired face, with no other signs of injury on its body.
Xi Congshuang, who had returned to the bedside first, comforted him, "Hang in there, let it shine for a little longer, the Spirit-Replenishing Pill will be here soon."
Su Wenxin looked completely exhausted: "I'm not working anymore?"
Xi Congshuang looked at the red light that was flashing and gradually dimming in front of her: "It is slightly inferior to what it used to be."
Seeing this, Lan Hui, who couldn't understand, didn't dare to delay any longer and quickly handed over the Spirit-Replenishing Pill in her hand. After taking it, Su Wenxin's complexion improved considerably.
The drained spiritual energy was replenished in the spiritual meridians, and the body gradually recovered. The bitter taste of the medicine on the tip of the tongue instantly dominated most of the five senses.
Su Wenxin stuck out her tongue in exasperation: "Why is the Spirit-Replenishing Pill so bitter?"
It was just as bitter as the pills Xi Congshuang had taken before; I don't know how she endured it.
I thought that the hot-tempered young master and the hot-tempered Su family girl would fight when they were put together, but they were unexpectedly harmonious.
As a result, both of them seemed to have a positive effect, becoming more even-tempered.
However, after living in an environment that is not understood by the outside world for a long time, and finding similar people to get away from that atmosphere, they finally gained inner peace, which affected their actions and made them more peaceful.
What neither the Su family nor the Flying Immortal Palace could do, Xi Congshuang managed to raise the baring little beast into a gentle one.
Upon hearing this, Yu Se said, "Don't you know that even Spirit-Replenishing Pills are this bitter?"
Su Wenxin calmed down; she really didn't know.
Although the Spirit-Replenishing Pill is not a high-level item, only major sects can provide a stable supply. Su Wenxin and her bird demon foster mother belong to the group of independent cultivators.
As a poor, independent cultivator, it's not easy for him to obtain Spirit Replenishing Pills.
"..."
The two people in front of them suddenly looked astonished, as if they had witnessed some legendary scene they had never heard of before.
So what if you've never taken a Spirit-Replenishing Pill and don't know how bitter it is? Is it really necessary to make that face?
A cup of tea appeared beside her face, and Xi Congshuang's voice sounded from behind her. She said, "Have some tea to rinse your mouth."
Su Wenxin looked up from the hand holding the teacup. Xi Congshuang closed her eyes and lowered her head, then raised her hand, gesturing for her to take the teacup.
The fact that the young master of the palace personally poured tea was indeed a legendary scene that had never been heard of before.
Su Wenxin drank the tea without really tasting it.
It seemed that the two people opposite were also very curious about what this cup of inferior tea, personally poured by the young master, tasted like.
However, no matter how curious they were, they couldn't get an answer. The young palace master politely asked them to leave, leaving only the two of them in the Immortal Pavilion.
Having regained her spiritual power, Su Wenxin got off the bed, only to see Xi Congshuang return shortly after leaving, carrying a brocade pouch.
Her slender fingers hooked around a brocade pouch adorned with green tassels, which was being carried over swaying. Noticing that Su Wenxin was looking at her, she said, "Come with me."
Su Wenxin followed, and Xi Congshuang walked ahead, saying, "It was my oversight before that I forgot about the spirit array of the Immortal Pavilion. Now I'm going to set up a spirit gathering array in your room to control the concentration of spiritual energy in my area of activity, while not restricting the spiritual energy in your room, so that you can cultivate freely."
To be honest, Su Wenxin didn't quite understand this long string of words, and she had a feeling that it would be difficult.
Sure enough, Xi Congshuang also said, "The formation within a formation is probably a bit complicated, and it might take a lot of time to complete."
"You want to take me as your disciple?" Su Wenxin suddenly asked.
The person who was speaking stopped. She didn't turn around, and Su Wenxin couldn't see her expression. She held back and didn't move to walk around to see her expression.
It's best not to have any expectations of anyone; if you don't look, you won't have any expectations.
However, this situation suited her just fine.
Young Palace Master had better not think about taking her as a disciple. Once he accomplished what he wanted to do, his status as her disciple would implicate Xi Congshuang.
Xi Congshuang pondered for a moment before replying, "Not for now. I need to think about it and investigate further."
Su Wenxin: "?" This is not what she expected.
She followed closely behind, her questions never ceasing: "What are you investigating?"
Xi Congshuang: "Investigating the local customs and culture of the Xuankun Continent."
What if she has a worldview that warns against teacher-student relationships and that if she catches one of them, she should kill the other? Wouldn't she have done something wrong?
Moreover, with her damaged spiritual palace, it's hard to say whether she can live for long.
If he were to reach the point where his body could no longer recover and he lost control and became possessed by a demon, Su Wenxin, as the former disciple of the young palace master, would harbor even more hatred.
The spiritual palace and ruptured meridians are like time bombs, ready to explode at any moment.
Taking her as a disciple is not the best option at present.
Su Wenxin: "You're over three hundred years old, what kind of investigation do you still need? Have you never left your home?"
Xi Congshuang pointed to her eyes: "With my condition, I won't be able to see anything even if I go out."
"..."
The other party was so perceptive in every way that Su Wenxin almost forgot that she was a blind person with limited mobility and only regarded her as an ordinary cultivator.
After walking for a while, Xi Congshuang realized that the little tail behind her had fallen behind, so she turned around and asked, "Why aren't you walking?"
Su Wenxin's voice rang out, and she whispered, "I didn't mean to talk about your eyes."
“You didn’t mention my eyes; I brought it up myself.” Xi Congshuang turned back and walked up to her, raising her hand.
Her original intention was to have Su Wenxin pull her by the sleeve, because the other person didn't seem very willing to be touched.
Su Wenxin looked up at the hand in front of her for a moment, then reached out and grasped her fingertips.
Xi Congshuang was taken aback, then took her hand and continued walking forward, pushing open the door.
It was at this moment that Su Wenxin realized that this person was quite good at lying.
She was told that setting up a complex array within an array would take some time, but before she had even sat down on a stool in the corner, Xi Congshuang said it was done.
Throughout the entire process, Xi Congshuang fumbled in her brocade pouch and pulled out a few items. She raised her hand and used her fingertips as a brush to draw an array in the air. The spirit stones piled on the ground burst into a dazzling light, which made Su Wenxin squint and raise her hand to block the light from the burst of spirit stones.
Through her fingers, one could see that the white veil behind Xi Congshuang's head was also being blown up by the strong wind, her wide sleeves fluttering. She raised her hand and pressed down, and a huge magic circle was pressed into the ground.
Once the formation was complete, the blinding light also went out.
The interconnected runes flashed across the floor before settling back into stillness.
The whole process took less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Xi Congshuang's reasoning was: "As long as I'm fast enough, the pain of broken meridians can't catch up with me."
Su Wenxin was deeply shocked.
After leaving behind the words "cultivate well," Xi Congshuang leisurely left. Su Wenxin immediately jumped up and leaned against the door frame to look outside.
Only when she saw the tall, slender figure moving away with steady steps, showing no signs of hesitation, did she feel relieved enough to pull her head back inside.
It is clear that even though Xi Congshuang is injured, she is still a very powerful cultivator.
*
For the next few days, Su Wenxin carried a new machete to cut down trees every day.
The clanging and banging sounds were incessant. During this time, Lan Hui came up several times to deliver things. She didn't understand why the young master needed so many wood-chopping knives out of the blue.
Upon seeing the small mountain of broken machetes piled on the ground, all worn down by Su Wenxin's chopping, he fell silent.
so much?
The girl possessed superhuman strength.
It turns out she was blind; it wasn't that the Su family girl lacked talent, but rather that the teaching method was wrong.
Later, Lan Hui tried to suggest to Xi Congshuang: "The Palace Master has a disciple who is not yet a formal disciple but is skilled at playing the zither. Recently, she has hit a bottleneck and can't seem to get the hang of it no matter how she practices. Could she practice with Miss Su?"
Xi Congshuang sensed the expectation in her tone and thought that Su Wenxin was still young, and that talking more with peers would be beneficial to her physical and mental development.
After inquiring, they agreed to Lan Hui's request.
Upon hearing this news, Yu Se was struck dumb, and she appeared before the young palace master, trembling and dragging her wood-chopping knife.
Xi Congshuang said to Su Wenxin, "This is my mother's disciple. She was taught by Lan Hui before she left seclusion. Now you will be her teacher."
Yu Se looked nervously at Su Wenxin. The girl carried a wood-chopping knife on her shoulder, as lightly as if she were carrying a blade of grass.
She seemed to understand why her senior sister had asked her to come up and cultivate with Su Wenxin. If Su Wenxin was also a music cultivator, she would definitely be able to combine power and killing intent when she played the zither.
Su Wenxin was dressed in a neat disciple's robe, which was a new one that had been delivered and made to her size. Compared to her previous drab and dull robe, it was much more lively and eye-catching.
She looked up at Yu Se: "Me?"
Yu Se looked back, dragging her wood-chopping knife, a little nervous.
Su Wenxin, who came from a background of independent cultivation, would not underestimate anyone.
Judging from his cultivation level, I'm not sure I can defeat Yu Se in a serious fight.
Although both of them were in the late Foundation Establishment stage and were striving to break through to the Golden Core stage, Yu Se was, after all, a disciple of the Immortal Palace who had received proper instruction and had a teacher guiding her cultivation.
She was a rogue cultivator who had struggled through countless trials and tribulations. If she couldn't win, she would resort to underhanded tricks and cheating, which was quite different from the upright and honorable fighting style of the righteous sects.
Moreover, Yu Se was selected from among the outer disciples. She was one of the top five among thousands of outer disciples and was chosen by the Palace Master to be accepted as a disciple.
A cultivator who has emerged from the extremely difficult path of cultivation should not be underestimated because of her shy nature.
"Hmm." Xi Congshuang grasped her shoulders and turned her around, pushing her towards the Wuding Tree. "She has a Golden Fire Spirit Root, so she should be able to unleash the Golden Spear Qi that comes with the spirit root, but her strength is insufficient and her attack power is not obvious."
"You said I have high attack power?" Su Wenxin was pushed along.
"Yes, you're very capable. You were able to cut a notch in a nearly thousand-year-old tree." Xi Congshuang stopped after taking a few steps and gestured for the two of them to hurry up.
Each day, the clanging and banging of logging added another person to the chorus, and gradually, the aroma of meat began to waft through the air.
The two Foundation Establishment stage cultivators haven't reached the point of abstaining from grains yet; they will only completely abstain from grains and absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth after reaching the Golden Core stage.
Yu Se had brought the Bigu Pill, but unfortunately, she had Su Wenxin by her side who was never bound by rules. When she got hungry, she threw down the big machete and turned to walk into the bushes.
Before long, Yu Se watched in astonishment as she returned carrying a cage containing a large, plump chicken with brightly colored feathers.
"This...this is...a spirit beast!" Yu Se saw that the person had already taken out a small knife from the cloth pocket at her waist, preparing to kill the chicken, and quickly reached out to tug at her sleeve, "It was raised by the young palace master, spare the chicken!"
Su Wenxin: "But the young palace master said that I can do whatever I want with anything I can catch here."
Yu Se remained stunned: "..."
Su Wenxin deftly killed the chicken, cleaned its feathers with her spiritual power, and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"
Yu Se glanced at the young palace master meditating under the tree in the distance, then at the dead, fat chicken in front of her. She swallowed hard and nodded emphatically, "Mmm!"
With the two of them dividing the work, roasting a chicken became much easier. Yu Se squatted by the fire, watching Su Wenxin place the juicy, plump chicken on a lotus leaf.
She had just picked them from the nearby lotus pond; they were spiritual plants that the young palace master had planted before, and Su Wenxin was left to tease them at will.
Throughout the entire process, the young palace master remained seated firmly on the futon, as immovable as a mountain.
Su Wenxin began to butcher the chicken with a clean knife. Fortunately, her fire spirit root was not afraid of heat, so she was very good at dismantling the chicken.
Thinking she should prepare some bowls and chopsticks, she asked, "There are very few pots and pans in the Immortal Pavilion, and even if there are, they will be taken away. Can you bring some with you when you come up?"
Yu Se: "..."
She felt that she must have been bewitched by the aroma of meat to dare nod in front of Su Wenxin.
"That's good. This will make it much easier to eat next time. Eating spirit fruits every day is getting a bit tiring." Placing a chicken leg on a lotus leaf, Su Wenxin carefully cut the meat into small pieces and set them aside to cool.
Then she began to carve tree branches with a knife. Her bird-demon foster mother had once learned carpentry on a whim, and she had also learned a little bit on the side. It wasn't very refined, but it was durable enough.
The twig in her hand was roughly the shape of chopsticks. Su Wenxin adjusted and polished it, using her fingertips to singe the tiny barbs so they wouldn't prick her.
Suddenly, Yu Se's voice rang out beside her: "What? So you ate all those spiritual fruits? Senior Sister thought the young master's appetite had improved a lot recently."
Su Wenxin looked up in confusion, while Yu Se slowly squatted down.
Judging from her expression, she probably doesn't know just how precious the spiritual fruits she gave to the young palace master really are.
Forget it, she doesn't even understand, so what's there to argue about?
What we should care about most is...
Yu Se swallowed hard: "Is it ready? When can we eat?"
"You eat it, just leave half for me." After saying that, Su Wenxin picked up the lotus leaf, got up and walked towards the tree.
Yu Se: "Where are you going?"
*
Xi Congshuang, who was sitting under the tree, woke up from her meditation and heard footsteps coming from afar.
Accompanied by the aroma of roasting meat, she turned her head to look in the direction from which the noise came.
Seeing that the person was moving, Su Wenxin stopped circling around and stepped onto the grass to make a flat spot before walking towards her.
"Xi Congshuang, you eat a chicken leg."
"I got a share too?" Xi Congshuang looked surprised.
My role as a teacher is to impart knowledge, instruct in skills, and resolve doubts; please consider this my tuition fee.
This was the sentence she was supposed to say to Xi Congshuang, but what came out was: "This is delicious, I think you should try it too."
His reluctance to let her become his master grew even stronger.
It's perfectly normal for her to feel that this is too simple and not want to eat, after all, she is a pampered young palace master.
Before coming over, Su Wenxin had prepared herself for rejection, and she wouldn't hold a grudge no matter what the outcome was.
"Okay." Xi Congshuang moved her hand from her lap and held out her hand to Su Wenxin, who placed the chopsticks she had just made in her hand.
"It's here." Su Wenxin was inexplicably happy and took Xi Congshuang's wrist, her dry, warm hand holding her cool, pale wrist, pointing out the location.
These were probably the most basic chopsticks Xi Congshuang had ever used. Her slender fingers held the wooden chopsticks, which still exuded the scent of grass and wood, picked up a piece of roasted meat, and put it to her lips to bite into it.
Su Wenxin looked at her with a hint of expectation, and after receiving a "very good" reply, her smile became even more pronounced.
Taking advantage of the fact that Xi Congshuang couldn't see her outward appearance or her smile, she pretended to be calm and said that she was just grilling something casually, and if she thought it was delicious, she would share some with him next time.
Little did she know, in Xi Congshuang's eyes she was almost like fireworks, and the fire elemental energy surrounding her was jumping and dancing with joy, but she still pretended to be serious.
Xi Congshuang smiled and agreed.
After finishing their meal, they continued chopping wood, the clanging and banging of the logs, until dusk approached.
Every day at the end of their cultivation, Xi Congshuang, who was responsible for taking them back, would grab the two of them by the collar, one in each hand, and drag them back to Su Wenxin's room to meditate and recover their spiritual power.
Sometimes she would carry people on her back while using her spiritual power to lift them up, like transporting cargo.
Yu Se was often the one who was carried on someone's back. She wanted to cry but had no tears, yet she dared not tell the young palace master that she also wanted to be carried.
That feeling was just... too outrageous.
Xi Congshuang would usually lead the person to Su Wenxin's room, put them down, and let the two of them support each other as they walked in.
There's a spirit-gathering array inside, so Xi Congshuang can't go in; she can only be escorted to the door.
Then she stood in front of the door and waited for the person who had restored their spiritual power to finish.
Sometimes Su Wenxin wouldn't be so focused. While frantically absorbing spiritual energy to replenish herself, she would secretly open her eyes and look at the figure standing in front of the door.
With her back to the two people, Xi Congshuang was "looking" at a sea of clouds.
As dusk fell, the setting sun cast a golden glow, its brilliant light seemingly burning the clouds. Vast expanses of gold and red enveloped the clouds, and occasionally a crane would fly by, passing through the clouds and landing, creating a magnificent and awe-inspiring scene.
Such a magnificent scene, but unfortunately the person standing in front of the door cannot see it; they can only feel the evening breeze passing by.
The person meditating on the futon felt an overwhelming sense of regret.
It's such a pity she can't see this scene.
Later, Lan Hui would personally come to pick her up, throw the exhausted Yu Se onto a crane and take her away.
Compared to Yu Se's sorrow and weakness, Lan Hui had a rare smile on her face: "Sending you to the young palace master for cultivation was indeed useful. She's been playing the zither with much more energy lately."
The next sentence was addressed to Xi Congshuang.
Of course, the strings of the zither are more than a hundred times lighter than a woodcutter's axe, and Yu Se, who is used to chopping trees, feels an extra strength when he touches the strings.
If it weren't for the fact that she had to practice the zither every day after returning home, she would have almost forgotten that she was a music engineer.
*
It was too difficult for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to cut down a massive, thigh-thick tree in three days. It took Su Wenxin half a month to completely cut it down, but her cultivation was not over yet.
She also has to burn wood.
The comparison is painful. While Yu Se was still struggling with the gap, Su Wenxin had already cut off a tree branch as thick as a thigh and racked her brains every day to burn the branch.
Although it is difficult to ignite, it truly lives up to the saying that "wooden swords and spears are impervious to water and fire, and are indestructible."
Previously, when she was cutting down trees, she had to attach her spiritual power to the blade so that she could cut down the trees bit by bit. As a result, the dulled wood-chopping knife was almost piled up into a small mountain.
Now, lighting the driftwood is an even greater challenge than chopping wood.
Yu Se was very envious of Su Wenxin for not having to chop wood. Su Wenxin repeatedly failed to light the fire and thought it would be better to go back to the wood-chopping stage.
This is really frustrating.
After several days of trying, Su Wenxin finally lit a piece of wood, and the flames that shot up were like the confidence that Su Wenxin had ignited.
"It's burning! It's burning!" Su Wenxin's excited voice rang out.
Yu Se was also attracted by her shouts, threw down her wood-chopping knife and came over, and indeed saw a small flame on the wood.
Never had she imagined that she would be so overjoyed by lighting a piece of wood. Su Wenxin subconsciously looked towards the shade of the trees in the distance.
"Xi Congshuang, where are you...?"
There was no one on the prayer mat; Xi Congshuang had left at some point.
Overjoyed, Su Wenxin didn't think much of it and got up to look for it. She also put a protective barrier around the burning wood to prevent it from being blown out by the wind.
"Xi Congshuang! I really burned that piece of wood, come and see!"
The loud, clear sound grew closer as it approached, and the excited girl ran to the main hall and jumped towards the door.
"I've set the Wuding wood on fire! Xi Congshuang, where are you?"
With that jump, the girl was completely exposed to the view of the people inside the door. When they looked inside, she instantly fell silent.
The dignified woman sat at the head of the table, dressed in dark blue, holding a teacup. She looked up at the noise, seemingly displeased with the woman's chatter.
Su Wenxin recognized that face; it was Xi Yin, the Palace Master of Feixian Palace.
Sitting to her left was Xi Congshuang, who was unusually silent and had a calm expression.
Hearing her voice, I turned my head toward her.
She then smiled faintly and said, "Really? I'll go check it out later. You go and have some fun first."
Su Wenxin's smile froze on her face, and she gradually lost her smile, standing silently.
When did the Palace Master of Feixian Palace emerge from seclusion?
"Okay," Su Wenxin replied, then turned and left.
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