Chapter 19 She did have a little something for Ji Fuguang…
"My foot slipped! My foot slipped! There were small stones there!"
Sheng Zhiyi got up from Ji Fuguang's arms and explained earnestly.
Hearing her words, Ji Fuguang gently lifted his eyelids and looked at the ground beside her.
Sheng Zhiyi followed to see, and her serious expression immediately crumbled.
The bluestone ground was smooth and flat, and there was not a single piece of debris within a hundred miles.
To prevent Ji Fuguang from saying anything more upsetting, Sheng Zhiyi quickly picked up the silver silk in her hand and handed it over.
"Senior brother, thank you so much for your silver silk, it has really helped me a lot!"
At this moment, she dared not say anything about whether the silver silk was meant to make her hang herself; her face was full of sincerity and gratitude.
"Is that so?" Ji Fuguang glanced at it, gently picked up the silver silk, and suddenly smiled:
"Junior Sister, do you know why this silver silk was tied in a knot and floated down?"
"Why?" Sheng Zhiyi looked up, dutifully playing the straight man.
"Did I say yesterday..." Ji Fuguang's thin lips curved into a smile, his voice as clear as a babbling brook, "If Junior Sister doesn't arrive by 5:15 AM..."
"No complete corpse at the bottom of the cliff?" Sheng Zhiyi covered her neck, her expression one of fear and panic.
"That was obviously a joke," Ji Fuguang said with a gentle smile.
Sheng Zhiyi had just breathed a sigh of relief when, sure enough, Ji Fuguang suddenly turned evil!
"However, Junior Sister cannot escape the punishment she deserves."
Sheng Zhiyi suddenly looked up, her voice trembling:
"What punishment?"
She's already climbed Frostflower Peak, enduring countless hardships. Is it all just to be punished?
Ji Fuguang tossed the silver silk in his hand, and the light silk floated into the sky, his voice tinged with amusement:
"Just now, I made a hand seal with Silver Silk, and wondered if Junior Sister could reach the summit within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. After more than half a cup of tea, Junior Sister appeared."
...Brother, why does your voice sound a little regretful?
Therefore, Yinchou did not make a move against her junior sister on the cliff.
"But when Junior Sister ascended Frostflower Peak, it was already 5:45 AM, therefore..."
As he spoke, the silver silk slowly drifted down from the sky, appearing to move with the wind, light and thin as gauze, and utterly harmless.
Just as it landed at eye level with Sheng Zhiyi, the silver ribbon suddenly shot towards Sheng Zhiyi's eyes.
"Junior Sister still needs to withstand the Silver Silk's attacks for another quarter of an hour. The Silver Silk's attack power is comparable to that of an inner disciple—"
Ji Fuguang stood to the side with his hands behind his back, his phoenix eyes smiling, and his voice clear and melodious.
"Junior sister, be careful not to lose your life."
Sheng Zhiyi frantically drew out the divine weapon "Jinghongyu" from the Divine Race to parry.
The "Jinghongyu" sword was sharp, but the silver silk was exceptionally flexible, and the blade could not cut through it; instead, it almost got entangled.
Sheng Zhiyi quickly drew her sword and retreated, thus saving "Jinghongyu" from disaster.
She was secretly worried. The silver silk was indeed an extremely difficult magical artifact to deal with, especially after it was knotted, it became even more unpredictable.
Sometimes the two strands would intertwine, like a short whip, lashing her arm hard.
Sometimes it went in circles, almost trapping her completely.
Sheng Zhiyi became extremely cautious, changing her slashing technique to a thrusting one to avoid the silver silk from getting tangled in her sword. At the same time, she paid attention to her footwork, maintaining a safe distance from the silver silk.
For a moment, she had to consider both her swordsmanship and her movement.
He was overwhelmed and flustered, his head spinning with activity, and his forehead was covered in a thick layer of sweat.
Suddenly, she felt that the hardship of climbing the mountain was nothing at all, and she would rather climb ten more mountains!
Indeed, only through comparison can one realize how happy one was before!
After resisting desperately for less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the silver silk wrapped around the sword and it was swung violently.
The "Surprising Feather" was snatched from Sheng Zhiyi's hands, wrapped in silver silk, and floated to Ji Fuguang's side.
Ji Fuguang glanced at the sword's clear, autumn-water-like blade, its narrow surface reflecting his eyes, as black as lacquer.
Suddenly, a silver ribbon wrapped around a "startled swan feather" flew straight toward Sheng Zhiyi.
The sword tip was aimed at her chest and heart, as swift as a thunderbolt.
At the critical moment, "Jinghongyu," who had already recognized its master, dodged to the side and tore open Sheng Zhiyi's sleeve.
Her heart leaped into her throat, and she was completely terrified, turning her head blankly in the direction of the sword's momentum.
The "Surprising Feather" sword plunged heavily into the bluestone ground, revealing most of its blade.
Around the stone slab, cracks spread out, extending into several long fissures.
"This sword is indeed loyal to its master," Ji Fuguang said calmly.
A long sword wrapped in silver silk emerged from the gap and floated in front of Sheng Zhiyi.
She reached out somewhat blankly and grasped the sword hilt.
The silver silk floated to Ji Fuguang's side again, and without him making any move, he put the silver silk away and disappeared into thin air.
...People can be terrifying, but swords are even more frightening!
Sheng Zhiyi shuddered with lingering fear, gripped the sword hilt tightly, and glared angrily at Ji Fuguang.
What on earth is this guy doing?!
If "Jinghongyu" hadn't been a divine weapon of the gods, imbued with a sword spirit, she would have been stabbed to death by her own sword!
Judging from the force with which the sword pierced the stone slab, her flesh and blood had already been pierced through by the sword.
Sheng Zhiyi sheathed her sword, touched her neck with one hand, and covered her chest with the other to feel her heartbeat.
In the future, besides losing their heads, they'll also have to worry about getting stabbed in the heart.
Living is so hard!
"The divine weapon of the Divine Race is indeed worthy of its reputation." Ji Fuguang's tone remained gentle. "Junior Sister, you must treat 'Jinghong Feather' well from now on."
His earnest teachings were like those of a kind yet dignified teacher.
But what teacher would use such a cruel method to teach?
"Seeing how energetic Junior Sister is, it's perfect timing; it's time for her to learn the basics of swordsmanship." Ji Fuguang's lips curled into a half-smile.
...She knew that she was a little out of sorts at first.
However, once she got up at three or four in the morning to climb the mountain, she was on tenterhooks the whole way, and once she finally reached the top, she wasn't allowed to daydream for even a moment.
Is this going to be a vlog about a 19-year-old high-energy outer sect disciple's day?
Ji Fuguang, you've really got some skills when it comes to refreshing your mind this way!
Sheng Zhiyi gritted her teeth inwardly.
Before she could continue to build up her anger and prepare to overthrow Ji Fuguang's tyranny, a clear and penetrating voice rang out:
"By the way, junior sister, today is the first day of sword practice, so naturally everyone is a little lax in everything..."
Slackness?
Sheng Zhiyi clutched her chest, looking at Ji Fuguang in disbelief.
She almost lost her life, and Ji Fuguang still has the nerve to say that he was lax in all aspects today?
What does it mean to not let your guard down? Do you just stab her to death with a sword?
"If Junior Sister still hasn't survived for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea under the silver silk tomorrow..." Ji Fuguang smiled gently, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Junior Sister will be suspended by the silver silk and stay on the cliff face."
Ji Fuguang didn't specify which part of her body to hang from, but Sheng Zhiyi instinctively covered her neck.
Could it be that they hung her by the neck and made her stay suspended all night?
This is even more grueling than hellish training!
It really is the fiery teacher Ji Fuguang!
But she still had to bite the bullet and fawn: "Thank you for your earnest guidance, senior brother. I will definitely do my best to study hard and live up to your teachings!"
Sheng Zhiyi, with your ability to be flexible and adaptable, you'll succeed at anything!
"Is that so..." Ji Fuguang pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "Since Junior Sister is so diligent, let's practice the beginner sword technique ten thousand times today."
"Ten thousand times...???"
Sheng Zhiyi repeated the task with difficulty.
She's already at her limit with three repetitions, ten thousand? She could practice until her elbows break and still not finish!
She was wrong; she could never succeed in practicing swordsmanship!
Sheng Zhiyi looked at Ji Fuguang with a pitiful expression.
As dawn broke and the warm spring sun shone on the snow-capped peaks of Shuanghua Peak that never melted.
Ji Fuguang looked up at the sky, flicked his fingers, and silver silk appeared out of thin air beside him.
“Junior Sister, you can practice your sword here. I have other matters to attend to. After you finish practicing, Yinchou will escort you down the cliff.”
Sheng Zhiyi watched Ji Fuguang's departing figure on his sword, then sheepishly tried to get closer to Yin Chou.
"Brother? Sister? Senior? Grandmaster?..."
After a bunch of random names were called out, finally, the silver ribbon moved.
Sheng Zhiyi was just beginning to feel a surge of joy and wanted to beg for mercy.
Before Ji Fuguang left, he changed the task to practicing the basic sword technique a thousand times, but it was still too difficult for a good-for-nothing like her!
Since he himself isn't here, if the silver silk could be made a little lighter, she could practice three to five hundred times...
As she was secretly fantasizing, the silver silk suddenly wrapped around the hilt of the "Surprising Feather" sword, preparing to draw it and stab her.
"I'll practice! I'll practice! I'll start practicing right now!"
Startled, Sheng Zhiyi immediately spoke up and grabbed the sword hilt, starting to practice without being urged.
As dusk settles, the sunset paints the sky with vibrant colors, and the setting sun casts its glow on the curtain hooks beyond the willows.
Sheng Zhiyi gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands and thrust out the final strike with all her might, "1000..."
With a thud, she collapsed to the ground, spreading her arms and lying flat on the bluestone floor, taking a heavy breath.
She finally finished practicing the beginner sword technique a thousand times!
Love and hate, grudges and feuds, how to win over Ji Fuguang, the inner sect selection... she didn't want to care about any of that right now.
Damn it, all she wanted to do was close her eyes and get a good night's sleep!
Before Sheng Zhiyi could close her eyes, a silver silk ribbon reached out and wrapped around her waist, sending her down Shuanghua Peak.
Sheng Zhiyi stood at the foot of the mountain, looking utterly dejected, watching the silver ribbons flutter and drift alone toward the mountain peak.
Why don't you send her back to the servants' quarters?
Thinking about how long the road ahead was, Sheng Zhiyi wished she could faint immediately.
She staggered forward, her limbs barely obeying her commands.
Suddenly, from behind the trees, one could hear what sounded like conversation.
Not wanting to cause trouble, she turned and hid.
The conversation grew louder and louder, seemingly two or three outer disciples discussing the upcoming inner disciple selection.
"Do you think that if we get selected this time, we can become the sect leader's personal disciple?"
"Absolutely! In fact, this is even better than the inner and outer sect competitions. Those who enter the inner sect through the competitions are not guaranteed to be assigned to any senior uncle or master, but this time they will definitely be assigned to the sect leader's sect."
"What's so good about the sect leader's disciples? The sect leader is usually too busy with other matters to have time to teach his disciples."
"The sect leader is busy, but there's still the senior brother! Isn't that better than anything else?"
"Speaking of which, during this initiation trial, Senior Brother seemed to take good care of that outer sect servant."
"Senior brother is probably acting out of camaraderie, but that handyman... I think he's quite cunning..."
"For menial servants, lacking real skill, if they want to rise in rank, they naturally resort to some underhanded methods..."
Sheng Zhiyi, listening from the side, grew increasingly annoyed. She had now become the center of gossip in the Tianyan Sect, with everyone saying she was no good.
She admitted that she did have some feelings for Ji Fuguang, but Ji Fuguang didn't lose anything!
I was already tired after sword practice, and these words only made me more and more annoyed.
She suddenly drew her sword, and a cold, sharp light pierced through the forest.
With a "whoosh," the sword was sheathed again.
She had practiced this move a thousand times and was extremely proficient at it.
Before the people chatting could react, something lightly floated down on their heads.
They reached out and touched each person's forehead, and half a leaf fell off.
The leaves were cut along the veins, neatly and perfectly aligned.
Sheng Zhiyi said calmly, "The sunset here is too bright, please shield yourselves from the sun, fellow disciples."
And also, let's keep quiet and stop spreading rumors.
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