Ordinary people, when I grow up, I will be very powerful. ...
Yan Huanyue went back to her room to wash up, applied some medicine to the bruises on her body from the trial, changed her clothes, and then went to the dining hall.
When she arrived, it was already late, and the Xuan Tian Bagua above the dining hall had begun to slowly rotate, casting down a soft starlight.
Because he forgot to wipe off the medicine on his lips, a mouthful of food caused an intense bitter taste to spread.
She swallowed her food without changing her expression, wiping the medicine off her lips one by one, preparing to clean it before eating.
"The wound was already torn open by the sword energy; if you rub it any further, it will pull your chin up."
A black wooden plate was placed across from her, and the person placed a small bowl of pork rib soup from the plate onto her plate. "This is something I had the canteen make extra for me today. You always crave this. Try it."
Yan Huanyue hadn't had any particular aversion to meat these past few days, but now, looking at the bowl of tender stewed meat, she not only felt instantly full, but even felt a little nauseous.
She raised her head, and under the cool halo of the Xuan Tian Bagua, Yu Zhao's face was as white as jade, his eyes as black as lacquer, and he was exceptionally handsome and upright. He truly deserved the title of "Fairy of Yun Jing, Twelfth Son of the Yu Family".
She cursed her bad luck inwardly. If she had known she would run into him, she would have been better off accepting Junior Brother Pei's invitation to have dinner at Changqing Palace. At least Junior Brother Pei looked... much more pleasing to the eye.
She returned the bowl of meat and said coolly, "Please enjoy your meal, Senior Brother Yu. I don't have an appetite right now."
After saying that, he immediately got up, picked up the wooden plate, walked to a table in the corner of the dining hall, sat with his back to him, picked up his chopsticks, and continued eating.
Yu Zhao: ......
Her blatant disregard for her appearance prompted Yu Zhao to abruptly stand up and walk quickly to her side, sneering, "You have no appetite because I'm sitting across from you?"
Yan Huanyue slowly chewed the food in her mouth, glanced at him slightly, and her face was full of the words "What do you think?"
Yu Zhao's anger gradually subsided, and a sense of melancholy about the impermanence of life welled up in his chest.
He gave a silent, bitter smile, his eyes filled with a touch of melancholy, and said softly, "Huanyue, you don't have to be like this..."
Watching her cheeks puff out as she ate, he couldn't help but recall a time when she was little. One year, after celebrating the New Year in Yun Jing, he casually brought her a string of candied hawthorns on his way back to the sect.
While the northern region where the sect was located was still covered in snow, the chubby little girl was already playing in the snow outside the mountain gate, waiting for him.
Seeing him return, she ran over through the snow, took the candied hawthorn with a look of surprise, and happily ate one.
The little girl, who was barely taller than his waist, had chubby cheeks and kept circling around him, eagerly asking about the New Year celebrations in Yunjing.
Although he didn't smile, he seemed quite pleased and casually asked, "Huanyue, is Senior Brother Yu good to you?"
She exhaled white breath, her eyes sparkling, and smiled with exceptional innocence and cuteness, "Senior Brother Yu wasn't good to me before, but he's good to me today."
A string of candied hawthorns is all you need...
Thinking back, he felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. He hadn't treated her very well before, but she still listened to him.
He reached out to wipe the grains of rice off her chin.
Yan Huanyue subtly dodged away, and judging from his state, she wondered what had suddenly caused him to feel sentimental.
When she fainted from hunger because of him when she was a child, he would do the same thing, feeding her while telling her with a worried look that she should listen to him in the future, as if he really cared about her.
Yan Huanyue couldn't help but sneer. Although she couldn't see clearly in the past, how could she not understand it now?
In any case, Yu Zhao doesn't really care about her; he only wants to move himself.
As long as he can move himself, why would he really care about her actual situation?
He could kill the person who beheaded her for her sake, claiming it was to avenge her, but he could also turn around and throw her into the immortal cauldron, claiming it was to save someone else.
Yan Huanyue lowered her head and ate her meal. "Senior Brother Yu, please don't disturb my peace."
This is a common saying among the outer disciples of the Tianyan Sect.
"Cultivation is arduous; do not disturb your peace and tranquility."
It means that the time for rest, meals, and relaxation outside of cultivation is already scarce and precious, and there is no desire to get involved with meaningless people and things.
Yu Zhao felt he had seen through her and said knowingly, "You really don't need to do this. I know why you made this choice. Originally, I could still protect you in this life, but now... if Junior Brother Pei dies young again in the future, wouldn't it be a cruel twist of fate between us?"
Yan Huanyue had no idea what kind of bad luck she had encountered to be here listening to him talk to himself.
She quickly ate her meal and deftly got up to carry the wooden tray.
As she walked past him, she said without any emotion, "He won't be a problem even when you die. We'll see."
She posed no threat to him whatsoever, yet for some reason, Yu Zhao felt a chill in his heart.
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The cultivation level and basic understanding of techniques of outer disciples are not yet comparable to those of inner disciples.
If they were allowed to cultivate alone for such a long period at night, who knows what kind of trouble would arise? At best, they would suffer minor illnesses and pains; at worst, they would fall into demonic possession and die.
However, inner disciples are also transformed from outer disciples through the Trial Examination.
Therefore, a crucial aspect of outer sect cultivation is establishing a solid foundation in the most basic cultivation methods, such as scripture reading, scripture comprehension, meditation, breathing exercises, and spiritual energy circulation.
The path of spiritual practice is long and arduous, yet everything is built upon these simplest foundations that are often overlooked.
After the questions were answered today, everyone gradually sat down to meditate and circulate their spiritual energy. Gu Yuxiao walked around reading the book as she went, passing by the low tables of everyone in the study one by one.
If you notice anyone whose spiritual energy has gone astray, you should promptly step in to help them.
If you see someone who looks like they're meditating but actually drooling, just give them a slap with a ruler.
For example, Zhou Jiao.
Zhou Jiao had been standing in the stance all afternoon, which had exhausted his mind. Now he was sitting cross-legged on a soft cushion behind the table, his head tilted to one side, his mouth slightly open, fast asleep.
With a sharp "smack," a pain shot through his body, shattering his dream. He was about to explode with anger when he suddenly remembered something.
He abruptly opened his eyes, only to see Gu Yuxiao's lotus-like eyes shifting from the pages of the book, looking down at him with a kind and gentle voice transmission:
"Junior Brother Zhou, why don't you get a pillow and blankets so you can lie down and sleep? It's not worth hurting your neck by working so hard to cultivate."
The anger on Zhou Jiao's face vanished instantly. He repeatedly cupped his hands in greeting and whispered a plea for mercy, "Senior Brother Gu, your junior brother is really exhausted today and can't hold on any longer. I absolutely won't sleep now."
Gu Yuxiao was much more tactful than his junior sister, and simply transmitted his voice, "Alright, if it really doesn't work, ask for leave and go back to rest."
Zhou Jiao rubbed his face to wake up, crossed his legs, made a hand seal at his dantian, closed his eyes and transmitted his voice: "No, Senior Brother Gu, Senior Sister Han is outside... I'm awake now, there's no need to go back."
Gu Yuxiao didn't say much. He continued walking forward while reading, holding the ruler. When his eyes caught sight of the misty pink figure, he subconsciously raised the ruler.
However, he could also clearly sense the flow of spiritual energy on her body. He turned his head and saw that she was indeed meditating with hand seals.
Such diligence is truly rare; I wonder how many days it can last.
Yan Huanyue was surrounded by a protective barrier that prevented her from hearing anything outside her body. She simply guided the five elements of spiritual energy within her body to circulate along her spiritual veins.
A silvery-white aura, carrying a sense of solemnity and restraint, flowed around her, gradually transforming into a pool of dark water. She immersed herself in it, being swept along by the undercurrents, slowly sinking.
She couldn't absorb and transform enough spiritual energy, so the small pool quickly reached the bottom. The vines that had just sprouted green shoots drank the water dry, gradually grew taller, and sent out tender branches to nestle in her arms.
A fresh, vibrant energy seeped into her spiritual veins, and suddenly a small flame ignited at its base. Though small, the flame was bright and strong, brimming with hope...
It was warm and steadfast, so captivating. Yan Huanyue wished it would burn even brighter. The fire drew closer and brighter than ever before. Yan Huanyue kept gathering her strength, trying to absorb more spiritual energy to fuel it.
In the blink of an eye, she felt her spiritual sea surge, and the spiritual energy could not flow normally into her five elemental roots. Like a flood, it all rushed into her water elemental veins along her water elemental roots, causing her blood and qi to surge. She felt a sweet taste in her throat and her mouth was filled with the smell of blood.
She pursed her lips and slowly opened her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure in a light blue robe swaying slightly. The person lowered the hand holding the book and placed the scroll towards the door.
Yan Huanyue lifted her skirt and stood up, nodded slightly to Gu Yuxiao, and then went around to the front and left.
The moon shines brightly outside the door, and the magnolias are in full bloom.
Han Shuangying sat quietly on a high chair under the tree, her fingertips twitching slightly as she manipulated two petals to fight each other. The spells she used were the same ones that everyone had used on the Qingyun Platform earlier that day.
Although the outcome is already decided today, she is manipulating the petals representing the loser, using different spells of equal cultivation to attack the winner, and the spells she uses are unpredictable.
The Thunder-Drawing Water Technique generates the Twelve Heavenly Fire Techniques, making it impossible to guess what is a feint and what is a real move in her single attack. Before that suppressed, confined space, she seemed like a calm and composed immortal from another world.
Yan Huanyue endured the faint pain in her spiritual sea, standing under the eaves watching Han Shuangying's back, and seeing the halo of spiritual power flickering and tearing and splashing under the magnolia tree.
She had looked at these people like this many times, people whom even those from the sects could not reach.
When she was young, before Sister Han started giving lectures at Xinzi Zhai, she had already become well-known in the spiritual community.
In those years, Han Shuangying of the Tianyan Sect almost single-handedly won the top spot in the trials of disciples of the same rank from various sects.
Like facing a tall and distant mountain, she was always somewhat intimidated by her stern senior sister, but she could not suppress the respect and longing in her heart.
When she was six years old, Senior Sister Han won the championship again.
She stood atop the Wuzi Peak, gazing northward at countless mountains lurking like a crouching dragon, waiting for its chance to strike down Beichen.
Looking south, the vast and boundless plains stretch out, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, with a majestic and awe-inspiring atmosphere in all directions.
She was deeply moved by the magnificent scenery and excitedly fought against the air with a small wooden sword used by the younger disciples. She said to twelve-year-old Yu Zhao, "I want to be as powerful as Senior Sister Han in the future."
Childhood aspirations are always pure; it seems that as long as you want to become something, you will naturally achieve your wish when you grow up.
Yu Zhao sat on a low stone, wiping his longsword as he said indifferently, "You're not even as tall as a bean sprout, but you think as far ahead as the sky. Yesterday I saw mantises fighting, and they were more skilled than you."
She slashed at the wind with her little wooden sword and retorted, "I will grow up, and when I grow up, I will be very powerful."
Yu Zhao slashed through a patch of grass with his sword, walked to her side, placed his hand on her head for a moment, then moved it to near his belt.
"Look, no matter how tall you grow, you'll never be taller than me. There are few women in the Yu family whose cultivation surpasses their husbands, and you don't need to either. Besides, the cultivation hardships that a pure spirit body has to endure are far greater than those of someone with five spiritual roots. You are destined to be just an ordinary person in this life."
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