Chapter 79: Are They Going to Take Over the House?

[Qingran, the essence of the Qinglian Sword Codex lies in reciting poetry. Infuse the poetry into your spirit, letting each word guide your sword. The words can empower your sword techniques with greater strength.]

"I see. Your disciple will remember."

Li Qingran stared intently at the figure in white, carrying a sword on his back. She became more certain of one thing—her master must be a peerless sword master.

This further confirmed her master's identity. He must be the Supreme Elder of the Sword Pavilion. Sword Pavilion cultivators always carried a hint of sharpness in their demeanor—some like a newly forged sword, brimming with vigor; others like an unsheathed blade, revealing their edge; and still others like a concealed sword, hiding their power. There were also those like the Pavilion Master, whose presence was as heavy as a mountain.

But no cultivator's aura could compare to her master's.

He was a sword that could split the heavens, possessing an unparalleled sharpness!

Such a sharp, heaven-splitting sword naturally needed a scabbard to match.

She wanted to become that scabbard.

But as she was now, she was still far, far from it.

…

It took a full six hours.

Li Qingran barely managed to learn the first twelve chapters of the .

She had never seen such an exquisite sword technique before.

These seemingly simple foundational movements only revealed their difficulty when performed in sequence. Just trying to execute each movement correctly had already drained most of her spiritual energy.

The depletion of spiritual energy and physical exhaustion left her swaying unsteadily, her mind dizzy. She felt like lying down on the bed and sleeping under her master's warm yet authoritative gaze…

Wait, master?!

Li Qingran bit her tongue hard.

'Can't sleep, hold on!'

Her master was teaching her sword techniques right now!

How could she lose focus?

[Qingran, perform the sequence once more for me, and then we'll end for today. Tomorrow, I'll teach you the first sword form, .]

"Yes, Master."

Li Qingran steadied her mind, silently cheering herself on, and rose to perform the sword dance.

Chen Huaian stuffed a handful of peanuts into his mouth, watching the screen with a look of intoxication.

In truth, Li Qingran's grasp of the twelve chapters was already a good start.

He just wanted to watch her sword dance again.

Swish, swish, swish—! On the screen, the young girl held her sword, starting with the "Crane Stands" stance. Her steps were light, her posture heroic. She executed several sword flourishes, her robes fluttering as the glinting sword light resembled the first snow of winter, drifting unpredictably.

Chen Huaian was completely entranced, forgetting the passage of time.

He didn't notice the fatigue on the girl's face.

By the time she finished the twelve chapters, Li Qingran was drenched in sweat. Her thin, translucent nightgown clung to her body, giving Chen Huaian an eyeful.

"Master, how… how was my sword technique?"

Li Qingran sheathed her sword, her right hand gripping the hilt for support, while her left hand held her skirt, hiding the sword tip resting on the ground behind it. She tried to maintain her composure, but her rapid breathing and flushed cheeks betrayed her.

A bead of sweat slid from her forehead to the tip of her delicate nose, then to the corner of her lips. It tickled, and she quickly licked it away with her tongue.

She knew exactly how disheveled she must look.

Her spiritual energy was completely drained, and the last two chapters' movements had been distorted. She had forced herself to complete them despite her body's discomfort.

Li Qingran gazed longingly at the ceiling.

She knew her master was watching her; she could feel it.

But why was he silent for so long?

Did he think she… didn't do well?

Outside the phone, Chen Huaian calmed the restlessness in his heart.

[Not bad. Keep it up!]

Hearing her master's praise, Li Qingran's eyes curved into a smile, her heart sweeter than honey.

The fatigue in her body seemed to dissipate.

Wasn't this the moment she had been waiting for?

No one's approval could make her happier than her master's.

"Master, your disciple is slow-witted. It took me six hours just to get a glimpse of the technique. If it were you, you'd probably master it in half an hour." Li Qingran leaned lightly on her sword, her fingers fidgeting in front of her chest, her lowered eyes hiding a hint of pink thoughts.

She wasn't ready to let Chen Huaian go yet, so she tried to keep the conversation going.

Hah, listen to her.

Chen Huaian felt a pang of guilt.

He had practiced the movements of the Qinglian Sword Codex for a long time.

If it weren't for the helmet that helped him memorize the basics, it would have taken him at least a week to reach a level where he could teach.

[Ahem, no need to be modest, disciple. I'm very satisfied that you grasped it in six hours.]

"Then… how long did it take you, Master?"

[Well… ahem… half a quarter of an hour.]

"Wow, Master is truly Master! Your disciple will strive to catch up!"

Chen Huaian looked at Li Qingran's adoring expression and felt his face burn.

He chatted with her for a few more moments before hastily retreating. After performing several sets of movements, he was starving.

Li Qingran didn't cling to Chen Huaian either.

Instead, she obediently went to take a bath and change her clothes. She didn't choose to rest; as soon as her fatigue slightly eased, she immediately sat down to meditate and recover her depleted spiritual energy.

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Meanwhile, across Luoxia Peak—

"Hey! Did you hear? The new junior sister built a beautiful house and ten spirit fields in half a day!"

"What? Holy flying sword!"

"Did you hear? The new junior sister brought her own beautiful house and fifty spirit fields!"

"Big news! The new junior sister opened a hundred spirit fields and built an immortal mansion in half an incense stick's time!"

"Infinite Heavenly Lord, did you know? The new junior sister has a cloud palace, a hundred acres of immortal fields, and even caught two blue dragons as pets!"

"What? That can't be true!"

"Let's go! Whether it's true or not, let's check it out!"

…

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!

Suddenly, the sound of flying swords echoed outside the window.

Li Qingran was startled.

She quickly got up and opened the window to look.

Outside, the sky was filled with sword cultivators, their robes fluttering as they rode on colorful flying swords, surrounding the peak of Luoxia Peak. They were all disciples of the Sword Pavilion, including the Pavilion Master and the elders.

"What… what's going on?" Li Qingran's face turned pale, her mind blank. She instinctively closed the window, crouched against the wall, and hugged her head in defense.

"Junior Sister Qingran, stop hiding. We've all seen it!" Yue Qianchi's voice rang out from outside.

Seen what?

Li Qingran's mind went even blanker.

Had they seen her master giving her private lessons?

Had they seen her in her nightgown in front of her master?!

With her frog-and-lotus-patterned undergarment underneath?

And she hadn't even worn socks, just bare feet?

Ah… Master, this is so embarrassing!

"No matter how much you hide, you can't take back your house and spirit fields. Come out!"

"Oh…" Li Qingran breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But then her heart tightened again.

What were all these people doing here?!

Thinking of the Sword Pavilion disciples' domineering ways…

She nervously pushed the door open, her hands pressed against it like a little crab protecting its shell. Looking up at the sea of Sword Pavilion disciples floating above, she could almost predict what was about to happen.

Had all the disciples of Luoxia Peak come?

Were they… really going to take her house?!

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