“Uh, wouldn’t it be bad if this got out…”
He Qiu tactfully declined.
“There’s nothing wrong with it. If Junior Brother wants to cultivate here for convenience in the future, as your Senior Sister, it’s only natural for me to support and meet all your needs along your growth path… If you’ve done nothing wrong, why fear gossip?”
“Uh, that’s true, but there’s still Miss Meng’er at home. For now, I’ll pass.”
‘She said “various needs” without specifying cultivation needs, but rather “along your growth path.” Was that hinting that even physiological needs could be satisfied for me?’
‘Sorry, Senior Sister, your junior brother’s thoughts are filthy. I deserve a thousand deaths…’
Shaking his head, He Qiu didn’t think further.
Senior Sister was the dignified Primordial Saintess; he couldn’t use vulgar thoughts to speculate her intentions.
That would defile her goodwill!
“If Junior Brother ever needs anything, you can always speak up.”
Seeing He Qiu a bit overthinking, An Lingran didn’t press further.
Actually, she had just said that casually, knowing her little junior brother wouldn’t agree.
And even if he did agree to move in, she wasn’t mentally prepared at all.
Although he was her fiancé, his feelings were still unclear.
If she casually invited him to live together, it would be a bit frivolous.
Until He Qiu clearly accepted her, An Lingran still had some boundaries.
She wasn’t afraid of rumors tarnishing her image as Saintess; she was afraid he didn’t like her.
A forced melon might quench thirst, but it wouldn’t be sweet, and An Lingran preferred sweet things.
Of course, if He Qiu truly liked her, An Lingran would willingly live together.
She would be overjoyed.
After all, that kind of melon would be sweet.
While lost in thought, An Lingran had already led He Qiu around the forest path and arrived at the inner gate of the cultivation sanctuary.
This was An Lingran’s exclusive cultivation ground, the spiritual energy spring point with the densest energy on the entire Xueyin Peak.
Seeing that his Senior Sister had already taken off her outer robe and drawn her sword ready to cultivate, He Qiu also summoned his sword spirit and began to warm up his wrists, regulating the circulation of spiritual energy within his body.
At that moment, a golden figure inside the adjacent pavilion caught He Qiu’s attention.
“By the way, Senior Sister, are you and Sister Yun Qing bound by a spirit master contract?”
He saw Yun Qing leaning on the windowsill, peeking at him, and suddenly remembered this matter, so he asked An Lingran directly.
An Lingran glanced up at the antlered girl on the distant pavilion and nodded lightly.
“Mhm, that’s right. You should have come into contact with that child before… Before long, Master should arrange taming and contracting for your spirit beast. At that time, Junior Brother will also obtain a contracted spiritual pet.”
“Uh… child?”
Although the spirit communication lesson was worth noting, He Qiu’s focus was on the preceding sentence.
He was a bit puzzled.
A celestial spirit with thirty thousand years of cultivation, long-lived and blessed by heaven—why did Senior Sister call Sister Yun Qing a child?
He felt that even calling Yun Qing “Grandma” would not be an exaggeration.
At this, An Lingran shook her head, approached He Qiu, and explained in a low voice.
“Celestial spirits can take human form at around ten thousand years, but before transformation, they are merely wild spirit beasts…”
“So, before transformation, spirit beasts do not possess self-awareness?”
“Mhm…”
An Lingran nodded almost imperceptibly.
This time, He Qiu roughly understood.
Although Lu Ling Yunqing had thirty thousand years of cultivation, she hadn’t been transformed for long, and mentally she was still a complete child.
But that day, Yun Qing had asked He Qiu to call her Sister, claiming her seniority was deep…
Most likely, she thought it was fun, or simply wanted to be respected by He Qiu.
That made sense.
If a person had lived thirty thousand years and could still be as lively and playful as Yun Qing, then they were truly a child at heart.
“Alright, don’t overthink it…”
An Lingran cleared her throat.
Yun Qing herself was still watching from the pavilion, so she didn’t discuss Yun Qing too much with He Qiu.
“Today, Junior Brother, what direction of cultivation do you want to practice?”
“Actually, I want to learn sword flight…”
Rather than always riding someone else’s flying sword, He Qiu felt it was better to learn sword flight early for convenience, to avoid being scared all the time.
An Lingran blinked her beautiful eyes, thinking to herself that her Junior Brother, a genius sword cultivator with such cultivation depth who could fight ten demon cultivators alone, actually wanted to learn the most basic sword flight?
She thought He Qiu would request to learn some higher-level sword techniques.
But upon second thought, considering He Qiu’s evil-root sword spirit, An Lingran had a rough idea.
She vaguely understood why He Qiu proposed learning sword flight.
“Junior Brother’s sword spirit, if I recall correctly, belongs to the evil root… This type of sword spirit is inherently wicked and hard to tame, let alone allow someone to step on them.”
An Lingran felt that He Qiu, beyond learning the basic skill of sword flight, wanted more to tame his newly forged evil spirit.
If the evil spirit was willing to be stepped on by its master, it meant it had completely submitted, obedient and reliable, much like a groom taming a proud wild stallion.
With that in mind, An Lingran continued to explain the key points of taming an evil spirit based on her experience.
After analyzing a few steps, she still felt something was off and added a final remark.
“Junior Brother, if you truly want to master sword flight, it’s best to consult the sword spirit’s opinion within your spiritual consciousness.”
In fact, to truly tame an evil spirit, communication was the key.
Without reaching an emotional consensus with the evil spirit, any taming or commands were but empty clouds.
He Qiu hadn’t expected so many prerequisites for learning sword flight…
He originally thought sword flight was just a basic skill for sword cultivators, but he didn’t realize that to ride a sword, one must first start with communicating thoughts with the sword spirit.
It was truly profound.
Indeed, no sword technique was easy~
Shaking his head, He Qiu stopped woolgathering.
Following An Lingran’s guidance, he closed his eyes, sank his consciousness into his spiritual sea, and attempted to communicate with the sword spirit Can Xue.
[Master, Xue’er doesn’t want to be stepped on waa~~]
As expected, as an evil root, Can Xue had strong self-awareness and was reluctant to be easily trampled.
“Come on, I’ll definitely wipe your blade afterwards. I promise no shoe prints will be left.”
[No way~ It’s too embarrassing. Xue’er is a sword spirit. Sword spirit, sword spirit, is also a kind of spirit, and has self-esteem!]
“Uh, that’s true too…”
After some negotiation, Can Xue remained uncompromising.
Instead, He Qiu was troubled.
Can Xue whimpered pitifully, whining and throwing a tantrum, as if he was forcing a poor girl to do something that hurt her pride.
Was sword flight really that hard to learn in this world?
Just as He Qiu was at a loss, Can Xue suddenly changed her attitude.
[Master, how about this?]
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