This is repaying kindness with enmity!
Lu Shenzhi's teaching today was indeed exceptionally "dedicated," with every move precise and skillful. After two rounds, Shi Xuan was so tired that he sat on the ground, unwilling to move.
"Again!" Lu Shenzhi was full of fighting spirit, his sword intent soaring.
Shi Xuan just wanted to lie down and didn't want to get up.
"Junior Sister, you were born with a sword-like spirit, is this all you've achieved? Senior Brother's cultivation intensity during the Qi Refining stage was several times greater than this!"
Shi Xuan didn't look at him: "You're trying to provoke me."
Lu Shenzhi chuckled lazily, "So what if it's a provocation? I'm just asking you, does it work?"
"It works... well." Shi Xuan said weakly, but still managed to get up from the ground.
Although he knew that the vixen was "settling a personal score," it was true that he had wholeheartedly taught her.
Shi Xuan stood up reluctantly, but when he raised his sword, he adopted a serious posture.
Her senior brother had been in a coma for many years but had always been at the peak of the Golden Core stage. Now, she would set defeating him as her first goal. She wanted to see how long it would take to defeat someone at the peak of the Golden Core stage.
When they put their heads together, Shi Xuan's state was noticeably different.
Since being reborn on the Qian Yuan Continent, Shi Xuan has not yet used his spiritual power at full strength due to the instability of his spiritual root. But now that he is in a dream, he might as well let loose and consume it to his heart's content.
If cultivation is lacking, endurance can make up for it. Shi Xuan mobilized the previously passively operating Myriad Life Force, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy with all her might to replenish her consumption.
To Lu Shenzhi's surprise, his junior sister seemed to possess an inexhaustible supply of spiritual energy. Whenever he thought she had reached her limit, she would show him a new one.
Her swordsmanship became increasingly natural and effortless. Perhaps it was related to her innate swordsmanship, but even when she was still quite unfamiliar with swordsmanship, the essence of swordsmanship had already been faintly revealed.
For her, sword intent might be entirely based on intuition. But some sword cultivators, even after a lifetime of practice, might not be able to cultivate even a trace of sword intent.
In the art of swordsmanship, it is easy to grasp the form, but difficult to grasp the spirit!
Shi Xuan, on the other hand, seems to be the kind of person who is constantly being fed by the Heavenly Dao. Not only is she born with a sword bone, but she also had an epiphany upon arriving at the Lianfeng Sword Sect. Sword intent seems to be a constant companion to her.
Lu Shenzhi was also intrigued by her, and he became even more serious in his instruction and sparring. The two of them, one teaching and the other learning, were completely absorbed in swordsmanship, lost in a state of self-forgetfulness.
Outside the dream, the spiritual energy around Shi Xuan's courtyard was restless, swirling and surging towards her room. If anyone witnessed this scene, they would surely exclaim in amazement, "The junior sister of Fuyu Peak is so diligent, even in the dead of night!"
When Shi Xuan woke up the next day, she felt refreshed. She was a little puzzled because she was so tired in her dream, but when she woke up, it was as if she had soaked in a spiritual pool and felt no fatigue at all.
She didn't get up immediately, but lay there pondering her plan to be punished and sent to the Cliff of Repentance. How to successfully anger the elders of the Enforcement Hall without harming anyone or losing money, and without making it seem like she was deliberately trying to get herself sent to the Cliff of Repentance, was the question.
As she was pondering, Zhao Cai jumped up and stomped on her head, pulling her out of her reverie.
Shi Xuan opened his eyes and met Zhao Cai's small, black bean-like eyes. He felt a sense of hunger in his mind.
Zhao Cai usually goes out to forage for food on its own, and the medicinal herb fields of Baicao Peak are usually its favorite. Shi Xuan thought for a moment before remembering that on the 9th, 19th, and 29th of each month, there is a dish called cold-dressed spirit grass at the dining hall, which Zhao Cai really likes to eat.
"Alright, you've been dreaming about this every night, so I'll let you eat your fill today."
Shi Xuan got up, tidied himself up, and then took Zhao Cai to the dining hall.
At dawn, many disciples had already gathered in the dining hall for their morning lessons.
"Shi Xuan, you're here! Over here!" Xiang Rong stood up from her seat and waved to Shi Xuan as she entered. Several classmates who had shared a meal with her the day before were also sitting with her.
Shi Xuan nodded to them, then took the dishes he wanted and a large bowl of cold-dressed Lingxu grass and went over to sit down next to them.
Xiang Rong was surprised when she saw the food she brought back: "As expected of you, Shi Xuan, you eat more than us!"
Look at that huge pot of spirit grass, anyone who arrives late will probably miss out, she's bought it all.
Shi Xuan twitched the corner of her mouth and replied, "This is for the spirit pets."
As soon as she finished speaking, the lucky bird on her head flew down and landed on the edge of the basin. It stuck out its rear end and began to eat heartily. From behind, the bird looked like it was about to sink into the basin.
Xiang Rong stuck out her tongue and changed her words, saying, "As expected of your spirit pet, it can eat such a big bowl despite its small size!"
“Right,” Shi Xuan said, “I also think it eats too much, it wastes spirit stones.”
Such a large pot of spirit grass is not cheap; raising a spirit pet would consume more of it than she herself would.
Zhao Cai paused for a moment, then moved its two little paws halfway around the edge of the bowl, and continued eating with its furry bottom facing Shi Xuan, as if to show Shi Xuan its disdainful attitude, which made Xiang Rong laugh heartily.
Before long, a few more people entered through the door. Xiang Rong looked up and glanced at them, then immediately turned to Shi Xuan with a mysterious smile and said, "Look, you should recognize the one at the very front of those people, right? He's from Baicao Peak."
Shi Xuan followed Xiang Rong's gaze and saw that the tall and burly man at the head of the group was none other than Lu Shan.
“That’s him, haha,” Xiang Rong started laughing again. “You know, haha, for some reason last month, he started emitting a terrible stench. The dining hall put up a sign at the door to keep him out, haha.”
How could I not know? She was the one who caused this whole mess, yet it somehow made Lushan famous.
Suddenly, Shi Xuan had a flash of inspiration and seemed to have a new idea.
Lu Shan and his group also saw Shi Xuan. After finishing their meals, they walked directly over and sat down at the table next to Shi Xuan.
"Senior Sister Shi Xuan," Lu Shan greeted first, "Are you adapting well to swordsmanship now?"
Shi Xuan nodded, "It's alright."
After giving a perfunctory answer, she paused and then asked, "Do you still come to the cafeteria for lunch?"
"Coming! Today's lunch is my favorite roasted baby pig!" Lu Shan replied cheerfully, and you could tell he was already looking forward to lunch.
“They have roasted baby pigs,” Shi Xuan said, looking very interested. “Then I’ll try some too, let’s do it together.”
Lu Shan and the others were naturally very happy to agree.
After the swordsmanship class, Shi Xuan first went to the medicinal herb field of Baicao Peak to pick a few spiritual herbs before going to the dining hall to wait for the disciples of Baicao Peak to arrive.
Hearing that Senior Sister Shi Xuan had invited them to lunch, all the familiar disciples from Baicao Peak came, more than double the number from the morning.
A large group of people walked into the dining hall and found that Shi Xuan had already arrived.
She had already prepared her meal and sat in the seat closest to the back, which was right next to the private room in the dining hall—usually, high-ranking cultivators or peak masters and elders of the sect would sit in the private room when they came to eat, so few disciples went there.
However, since Shi Xuan was already seated, the disciples of Baicao Peak naturally wouldn't ask her to move away, and they all brought their food and sat down around her.
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