Wen Hanwei’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if a touch of concern spread: "Since childhood, I’ve been growing up with my father in the desolate mountain, not adept at interacting with others, sotis often speaking too bluntly or too hurtfully.
They all say my nature is too cold, not easy to get close to. Later, I beca the Taixuan Nine Classics, and people in the sect respected even more, feared , and viewed as an elder.
They rarely took the initiative to chat with , and over ti, I ended up without a single friend."
At the end of her speech, Wen Hanwei revealed a rather defeated expression, her delicate brows tightly furrowed, looking sowhat sad and a bit aggrieved.
Baili An imdiately laughed out loud, thinking that the young lady wasn’t cold-natured at all. Clearly, she wasn’t worldly-wise and kept herself isolated too long without knowing how to communicate, her icy attitude rely an immature ans of self-protection.
He said: "If that’s the case, Ms. Wen perhaps you should try venturing out of this rear mountain more often, take more walks around the outskirts. You’re so attractive, surely there are many disciples in the sect who wish to beco friends with you."
Wen Hanwei glared at him and said: "You keep talking, but you don’t want to beco my friend, do you?!"
Baili An couldn’t help but find it amusing, thinking that the dignified Taixuan Nine Classics, the exceptionally charming Sword Cultivator cold beauty, would be such an eccentric person.
He hurriedly shook his head: "No, Baili An very much wishes to be friends with Ms. Wen; indeed, being friends with the Taixuan Nine Classics would truly be my honor."
Wen Hanwei felt a bit embarrassed by his serious words, her snow-white cheeks slightly tinted with a blush.
She promptly changed the subject: "Then... is there anything you’re unclear about?"
Baili An diligently opened "Snow lting Return", turning only one page before stopping. He said earnestly: "I don’t understand any of it."
Wen Hanwei’s expression paused, her eyes looking like she was staring at an idiot: "All of it?"
Baili An nodded, smiling bitterly: "It’s not entirely that I don’t understand; I comprehend the techniques and palm thods, how to circulate Spiritual Power, but when it cos to comncing the palm stance of Snow lting Return, although I can condense energy and raise the palm, I’m unable to harness the Fla Sun Palm Wind as described in the book."
Wen Hanwei pondered: "You say you understand the energy condensation and palm thods of Snow lting Return, but you can’t genuinely manifest the palm force...
Logically, since you possess a Spirit Root, it should imply that there’s Spiritual Power within you, rely varying in quantity.
Snow lting Return precisely transforms the Spiritual Power within into the searing palm force of lting snow. You’ve read Snow lting Return thoroughly, shouldn’t be unable to even set up the palm stance..."
Baili An smiled bitterly: "To be honest, I’ve been like this since childhood. In Bai Tuo Mountain’s Xijian Sect, I’ve morized quite a few spiritual law books, familiar with theories on circulating Spiritual Power into the ridians for cultivation, yet when it cos to truly practicing myself, I always struggle and often fail even the first move or introduction."
Wen Hanwei nodded and took the "Snow lting Return" from him, saying: "If that’s the case, show this set of Snow lting Return."
Listening to Baili An, it’s not a lack of intelligence, but rather a problem with his physique.
Baili An stepped back two steps, raising his palm, the thin Second Grade Spiritual Power circulating into his palm as he willed, the palm wind moving with his movent technique, flickering like shadows.
After a set of palm techniques, the dead leaves on the ground were swept up by the chaotic air, then shattered into dust.
This set of Snow lting Return, perford by Baili An, and whether in posture, speed of channeling, or the direction guiding the energy throughout the body, could be considered perfect.
As he just ntioned, he’s indeed well-versed in the theoretical knowledge found in spiritual law books.
But his body undeniably bears significant issues.
She could see the young man indeed diligent and hardworking, clearly having devoted considerable effort and hardship to understanding and researching Snow lting Return.
However, after completing the palm techniques, it’s rely form without substance, with power less than a ten-thousandth of the original technique, almost akin to mundane martial arts tradition in the Mortal World.
"Co here." Wen Hanwei gazed at him as she spoke.
Baili An looked down at his palm, now devoid of Spiritual Energy, smiled bitterly without saying much, and stepped forward to stand opposite Wen Hanwei.
Wen Hanwei remained silent, gently raising her hand against his chest, slowly closing her eyes, and a faint halo of light emanated from her slightly cool palm through the fabric.
Silent for a mont.
Baili An felt a remarkably strong external force entering his body, without any trace of intrusion, and traveled smoothly across his limbs and bones.
He quietly observed Wen Hanwei’s expression at the mont, alternating between furrowing her brow and showing puzzlent, causing his heart to sink slightly.
Could his aptitude truly be that poor?
Wen Hanwei slowly opened her eyes, her light-brown eyes slightly puzzled, her gaze at Baili An now mixed with a asure of compassion and sympathy.
She withdrew her hand and said: "All these years you’ve been cultivating in Bai Tuo Mountain, has your father not noticed anything unusual about your body?"
Baili An’s heart was bitter, he murmured: "My father saw how slowly I was progressing in cultivation, and he too examined my body, but he said nothing.
Ms. Wen, what’s truly wrong with my body?"
Wen Hanwei pondered for a mont, rembering the rumors of the fiery and uncompromising Righteous Sect Sword Master, her heart faintly sighed.
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