The young woman nad Wen Li occasionally considers herself a ’book’—a book that records the Sword Dao.
This book can be read by her junior sisters, can be read by her junior brother...
Just as Xu Chang’an regards her as a subject to learn from, about this matter... Wen Li has always been very happy.
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’The one who reads the book...’
Apart from Wen Li, neither Li Zhibai nor Zhu Pingniang understood the aning of what Wen Li called ’the one who reads the book.’
Does Chang’an... seem like soone who reads books?
Unlike Li Zhibai, who thinks Xu Chang’an is not very bright, Zhu Pingniang, being a ’shaless old woman,’ as a bad woman who once had feelings for Xu Chang’an, would understand it from another perspective.
Such as, does Chang’an seem scholarly?
After all, he is always a studious person, and Zhu Pingniang once lanted that if it weren’t for her poor relationship with those bookworm n in the Confucian Sect, introducing Xu Chang’an to the academy might have been more suitable.
So when Wen Li says Chang’an seems like a book reader, does she an he... looks good?
A quick shake of the head.
That shouldn’t be it.
Wen Li doesn’t seem to be a person who cares about appearances, so it should still be a complint on Chang’an’s diligence?
In a sense, Zhu Pingniang’s thoughts are not wrong.
Words are the sharpest knives; even Wen Li cannot escape them, and as Wen Li said... the kind of affection she has for her junior brother... she herself is now also unsure.
Overly complex emotions are entwined together, shrinking into the small word ’like,’ and it’s hard to say if it’s a good thing.
In such a situation, the pure admiration and fondness between n and won might actually be more straightforward.
"Taixu is all Dao." Wen Li gently shook her head. At this mont, the Sword Intent surrounding her had already reached its peak. As she took a step forward, the black long skirt on her body seed to suddenly ’dissolve,’ transforming in an instant into her usual black Daoist robe. Black and blood-red converged at her waist, her sleeves fluttering like a Banished Immortal appearing in the world.
When Wen Li closed her eyes, countless strands of Sword Intent danced around her.
When she opened her eyes, that Sword Intent split into specks of fluorescence, adorning the space within three zhang around Wen Li, like a starlit sea engulfing her.
’Will I lose?’ Wen Li thought.
As the thought arose, a half-transparent Star Disc slowly unfolded behind her, and those fluorescent Sword Intents scattered like secret scripts, embedded one by one into her Star Disc, like stars returning to the heavens while the star river flowed.
Wen Li recalled sothing an uncle had ntioned about her junior brother, an interesting comnt.
Just like how she cultivates by embracing all rivers, her junior brother’s cultivation is like a whale swallowing a vortex; the Water Attribute... is always vast like the ocean.
The Star Sea is also a sea.
This ocean has now been embellished into a painting composed of stars.
Wen Li wasn’t sure if her painting could compare to the flower footprints her junior brother created that day with Li Hua, nor if this painting, extended from her mindscape, would be seen as beautiful by her junior brother.
But this was all she could do for now.
She wouldn’t lose.
She had learned too much from Xu Chang’an and had been helped by him countless tis. For the present Wen Li, knowing this examination was destined for her junior brother’s eyes, it was no longer solely a test from Li Zhibai.
It was also an explanation to herself and to her junior brother.
Even though Wen Li knew her junior brother didn’t need any explanations from her, Wen Li herself needed to give herself an answer.
As a senior sister, always privately conversing with Junior Sister Yun’s husband, she ultimately needed to justify herself... that is, being beside her junior brother, using him as a mirror, using him to refine her heart was very important.
"I will win."
Wen Li’s eyes remained calm.
At this mont, Wen Li had already adjusted to her optimal state, with her energy, essence, and spirit all focused at their peak.
"Master Li, you can begin now." Sword Qi surrounded Wen Li. With a flicker of her body, when she reappeared, she was already far away on the vast plains.
"This Ni Zi." Li Zhibai shook his head.
He wondered why Wen Li suddenly had so much to say.
As it turned out, she was using the ntion of Xu Chang’an before the battle as a ’whetstone,’ to solidify her resolve.
Chang’an... could that boy ever beco Wen Li’s whetstone?
Faintly sensing Wen Li’s complex feelings towards Xu Chang’an, Li Zhibai also thought at this mont... this complex emotion might be better off than even romantic affection.
After all, if Wen Li truly liked Xu Chang’an as a woman likes a man, then soone as rational as Wen Li would naturally distance herself until those feelings gradually faded.
Xu Chang’an wasn’t the only one who knew to avoid suspicion.
But the trouble was, because it wasn’t solely a woman’s feelings for a man, Wen Li, on the contrary, had no need to avoid suspicion, especially since Xu Chang’an didn’t even see Wen Li as a woman.
Fortunately, Ms. Yun wasn’t the jealous type; otherwise...
Wait.
Ms. Yun...?
Li Zhibai blinked, suddenly realizing that things weren’t troubleso at all. In his eyes, that Ms. Yun is far more likable than Xu Chang’an.
If they got closer, even Wen Li might grow fonder of Yun Qian.
Li Zhibai thought this, then gently teleported ’Zhu Tongjun of the Taixu Realm’ to the battlefield, and instead of watching what was happening on the front lines, he turned his gaze to the dazed Zhu Pingniang that was curled up on the bed with a quilt.
"..." Li Zhibai.
?
He looked questioningly at Zhu Pingniang, who was hugging a quilt and curling up on the bed.
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