Men will show weakness
The wind from the sword suddenly became more rapid.
After exchanging more than a dozen moves, and confirming that Baichuan's understanding of the Cangmin Sword Technique was indeed solid, and even quite ingenious in dealing with certain tricky angles, Yun Qian no longer held back and slightly released her suppressed aura.
In an instant, the sword intent became incomparably sharp, a chilling force that seemed to tangibly penetrate, aimed directly at Bai Chuan's face! Bai Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and he retreated swiftly, narrowly avoiding the sudden sword strike. However, once Yun Qian's offensive began, it was like a relentless tide, with the next sword strike following closely behind. The sword light wove into a dense net, giving him no chance to catch his breath or adjust.
The sound of wooden swords clashing became more frequent and heavy.
More than ten sword strikes followed, each containing a deeper understanding of swordsmanship from a Nascent Soul stage cultivator. The power, angle, and speed were far superior to what they had seen before.
Although Baichuan tried his best to block and dodge, bringing his skills to the extreme, the absolute difference in cultivation level and the precise sword path that seemed to have predicted all of his next moves still caused him to quickly fall into a disadvantageous position.
Finally, with another powerful chop, Baichuan felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the tingling and numbness instantly spread to his entire arm, making it impossible for his fingers to clench.
Clang—
The wooden sword flew out of my hand and landed in the snow not far away.
Yun Qian's sword tip suddenly stopped just an inch from Bai Chuan's throat. The oppressive sword intent was as if it had been severed by an invisible hand, instantly dissipating into nothingness, as if it had never existed.
"Not bad." Yun Qian put the wooden sword behind her back with a look of approval on her face, then reached out her hand to Bai Chuan, who was kneeling on the ground panting and whose face was pale from exhaustion.
Bai Chuan took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his body, and reached out to grasp Yun Qian's slightly cool hand, using it for support as he stood up. "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Sister." He paused, his gaze immediately falling on Yun Qian's face, filled with the instinctive concern of a healer. "How are you feeling today, Senior Sister? Did you experience any discomfort while practicing your sword technique?"
Without even waiting for Yun Qian's reply, he very naturally and with an unyielding stubbornness pulled her right hand, which had been holding the sword, and placed his fingertips precisely on her wrist.
One second she was the dignified and composed senior sister assessing her junior brothers' swordsmanship, and the next she was being treated like a patient who needed constant monitoring, with her own junior brother pressing her pulse. This rapid role reversal left Yun Qian both amused and exasperated.
Pure spiritual energy probed into her pulse, carefully sensing the flow of energy within her body. After a few breaths, Bai Chuan's tightly pursed lips relaxed slightly. Although Yun Qian's spiritual energy was not as abundant as at its peak, it had become gentle and peaceful, and her depleted vital energy was slowly but steadily recovering. No wonder she had the energy to practice her sword at the mountaintop today. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, eased slightly. His biggest worry was that the fierce confrontation just now might have further shaken his senior sister's still-recovering primordial spirit.
Yun Qian let him examine her, turning her head slightly to the side with a hint of helplessness and letting out a soft sigh. More than a month had passed since the Heavenly Tribulation, yet her junior brother still seemed unwavering in classifying her as a "frail patient requiring meticulous care"!
Bai Chuan released his grip, his tone returning to its usual calm and composed manner, carrying the authority of a physician: "The recovery is acceptable. However, there is still some stagnation in the flow of spiritual energy, and the old injuries have not yet healed. Today, the prescription needs to be changed to enhance the effect of strengthening the body's foundation and nourishing its vital energy."
Upon hearing the words "prescription," Yun Qian's brows furrowed reflexively, and she asked with a hint of hope, "The new prescription... could you add some licorice or honey as appropriate?"
Bai Chuan remained expressionless, answering decisively and without room for negotiation: "Senior Sister, adding sugar or honey to the medicine will counteract its properties and affect its efficacy."
“I think…” Yun Qian tried to explain, as a mixed cultivator she knew a little about medicine, “given my current recovery, perhaps it’s not impossible to regulate my body without the medicine…”
Cultivators are different from mortals; their powerful self-healing ability is fundamental. She knew very well that even without drinking these bitter, tongue-numbing tonics, she could slowly recover, though the process would be longer. But if she could get rid of this daily "torture," a slower recovery... didn't seem so unacceptable.
Bai Chuan didn't speak, but simply raised his eyes and looked quietly at Yun Qian. His gaze was clear, yet it carried an indescribable mix of worry and a faint sense of loss, as if silently accusing her of not cooperating, or perhaps blaming himself for not being able to help his senior sister recover faster.
Yun Qian: "..."
After years of living and working together, Baichuan had thoroughly figured out the personality of his senior sister, who was cold on the outside but soft on the inside and extremely protective of her own. He knew that when dealing with his senior sister, a well-timed show of weakness was far more effective than a forceful command.
As the saying goes, a man who knows how to show weakness is better than Lin Daiyu.
Yun Qian couldn't stand his attitude at all. Her last bit of resistance crumbled instantly, and she waved her hand irritably: "Alright, alright, stop looking at me like that. I'll drink, okay?"
Having finally gotten rid of the dutiful "little doctor" for the time being, Yun Qian lay back on the jade stone platform, which was warm from the sun, and closed her eyes to rest.
She knew that Bai Ji would pass by this stone platform every day on his way to the library. By waiting here, she could encounter him.
Yun Qian crossed her arms behind her head, feeling the warm but not scorching sunlight bathe her entire body, bringing a lazy and comfortable feeling.
Strangely enough, of all the buildings on Cangmin Mountain, this jade stone platform seems to be the only one that is always bathed in sunlight, regardless of whether it is sunny, cloudy, rainy, or snowy, as if it is blessed by some invisible force. After a cultivator closes off their five senses, they should be immune to heat and cold, but every time Yun Qian lies here, she can always feel a warmth that permeates from the outside in, into her limbs and bones, bringing her peace of mind.
When Master was on the mountain, he would often sit here for an entire day. At that time, his snow-white hair would take on an almost transparent quality under the sunlight, as if it might melt into the light at any moment.
Master... hasn't been back for a long time.
etc!
Yun Qian suddenly realized something and sat up abruptly. She looked up at the sky to judge the time, a doubt rising in her heart: why hadn't Bai Ji gone to the library yet today?
According to his unwavering habit, he should have already passed by this place carrying the ancient book on formations.
A bad feeling instantly gripped her mind.
Could they have already started taking action today?
Yun Qian frowned slightly, no longer hesitating. She closed her eyes again, her hands quickly forming a profound hand seal in front of her. Her divine sense, like an invisible tide, spread out from her to the entire Cangmin Mountain, carefully searching every corner.
A moment later, she slowly opened her eyes, her face paler than before due to the significant depletion of her spiritual energy. With her still unstable cultivation level, forcibly covering the entire mountain range with her divine sense was still too much of a strain.
Inside the mountains, not a trace of the rivers and the clear skies could be found.
They have already come down the mountain.
Yun Qian sat cross-legged on the stone platform, her expression becoming more solemn than ever before.
It seems that Baichuan and Baiji have chosen this day to put their revenge plan into action.
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