Baili An took a deep breath, worried about what Su Jing might see from her angle, and couldn’t help but sit up straight. His upper body trembled as he leaned on the table, slowly raising a pair of moist black eyes to look at her, just about to speak.
Under the table, Ning Feiyan sensed Su Jing’s approach and whispered sothing softly into Hong Zhuang’s ear.
Hong Zhuang shook her head vigorously, but her eyes were filled with interest.
Causing trouble with my sister is the most exciting!
Baili An felt both sides of his waist being attacked, holding his breath in his throat, his body trembling, almost unable to hold back laughter several tis.
His black eyes, misted with tears, looked increasingly pitiable, the corners moist red, biting his sleeve to stifle his laughter, his misty eyebrows and eyes so deep that they drew Su Jing’s direct gaze.
She had initially wanted to maintain a distant, cold deanor to give him a subtle lesson, to prevent him from suffering alone.
But seeing him now, in such a pitiful, abused, and dampened state, any cold words she had swallowed right back down.
Su Jing paused for a mont, then sat down across from him, reached out, touched his forehead, and asked, "What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Baili An forced himself to speak: "I’m fine, thank you, Miss Su Jing, for your concern."
Su Jing responded with a simple "hmm," withdrew her hand, her cool gaze carrying a trace of imperceptible confusion, but she said nothing more.
Returning to her seat, perhaps tired from a day of reading, she looked sowhat weary, resting her chin on one hand, eyelids like butterfly wings closing as she quietly dozed off.
Baili An finally breathed a sigh of relief after she left.
After enduring such ordeals, his entire body felt as if it had been worn down to the bone by these two female demons. Yet, in front of everyone, he couldn’t escape, he couldn’t hide, nor could he let anyone else notice anything was amiss.
Ning Feiyan seed determined to drive him down the mountain.
The seven incense sticks finally burned out, marking the end of class for the day.
A whole day had passed, but Ying Xiu’s expression never improved.
After Qi Liancheng managed to turn the pointer on the sundial twice at the start, he made no further progress.
Through the day, his longing gaze mostly lingered on the graceful, enchanting figure behind the curtain.
With such a stunning beauty lecturing in front of them, few n could focus wholeheartedly on learning the Dao.
Qi Liancheng seed bewitched, unable to control his heart, constantly swearing to himself that he would use any ans necessary to possess this woman who could only be admired from afar.
He could hardly imagine how captivating it would be to see this woman submit under him one day in the future.
Ning Feiyan, resting her head on Baili An’s lap, slowly lifted her head, her smile enchanting, as she teased, pointing to the red mark on his waist, "Master, look, it’s the sa color as my lips..."
Ning Feiyan’s smug and mischievous smile, with her beautiful crimson lips curving like a cat’s, made Hong Zhuang blush and her heart race, unable to look directly any longer.
The incense in front of the case had burned out, the wind and snow outside had stopped, and a dim gray sun hung distantly under the West Mountain, casting a cold, gray light across the sky as it turned dark and gloomy.
Su Jing, sitting in a corner, had silently left without anyone noticing when she arrived or departed.
An entire day had passed; nearly fifty disciples climbed the mountain, yet not a single one could fully unravel the Dragon and Snake Sword Formation.
The classroom atmosphere seed inexplicably low in morale, causing concern for the upcoming Sword Pavilion visit.
Ji Yan’s voice gradually erged from behind the curtain: "Today’s class is over. If there’s anything you still don’t understand, there’s another day of class tomorrow. If anyone wishes to attend, you may leave your na."
Ying Xiu contemplated the sundial in his hand for a long ti.
Finally, he exhaled slowly, shook his head, and said, "The Dragon and Snake Sword Formation of the Tianxi Sword Sect requires self-realization rather than arduous study. If one is not destined for this path, then even a year, or ten years, won’t guarantee comprehension..."
Saying this, Ying Xiu’s face showed a trace of self-deprecating bitterness. He no longer looked at the sundial, which had already turned halfway, and casually tossed it on the desk, saying, "Aunt must have set up this classroom today under Father’s orders, right?"
The Dragon and Snake Sword Formation is a wondrous formation of the Sword Sect, created solely by the treasure-instructing immortal. Now, it has been replicated by five Sword Masters, each hiding a different Sword Soul within the formation. Without true genius, it cannot be unraveled.
In terms of Spirit Root, he couldn’t match Jiang Yunqin.
In terms of Sword Dao comprehension, he couldn’t surpass Qi Liancheng.
Although Ying Xiu felt frustrated, he was truly helpless.
But this didn’t an he chose to give up. The Dragon and Snake Sword Formation contained within the sundial indeed greatly aids in selecting a cultivation technique in the Sword Pavilion.
While Ying Xiu might be calculating in minor matters, he knew how to prioritize in significant ones.
"The Dragon and Snake Sword Formation is beyond ordinary resolution. Father might have foreseen that no one would pass today’s classroom test, yet he still wanted to see if another Jin Sheng would erge after two hundred years."
Ying Xiu smiled helplessly, saying, "But clearly, we have disappointed him."
He stood up, dusting off his robes, the bitter smile on his face still strong, but his eyes no longer held any attachnt to the sundial.
Ying Xiu bowed deeply towards the curtain, saying, "After today’s lesson, although I have let down Aunt’s teachings, I haven’t co away empty-handed. Ying Xiu has had a sudden epiphany and regrets that I won’t be able to attend class tomorrow."
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