"Ahahaha—"
At the main peak, Eternal Immortal Peak, the Sect Leader i Jinqiu embraced Fan Wubing, laughing non-stop, his eyes full of affection.
"Good child, truly a good child of our Eternal Immortal Sect! Ahahaha—"
Fan Wubing felt at a loss for what to do. This month, it was already the third ti he was embraced like this by i Jinqiu while he laughed wildly.
i Jinqiu couldn’t contain his laughter,
"Auspicious fortune, a scholar’s grace, an innate spiritual body... Wubing, oh Wubing, how many more surprises will you give , hahaha—"
He was almost laughing to tears.
Fan Wubing gently reminded,
"Sect Leader, mind your deanor, everyone is watching."
i Jinqiu coughed and beca a bit more serious, releasing Fan Wubing’s hands. The corners of his mouth still couldn’t help but lift,
"The innate spiritual body is truly a fortune for our Eternal Immortal Sect. Thanks to Wubing, if he hadn’t discovered the abnormal ridians inside Gu Lan’s body, a good seedling might have been overlooked."
Saying this, he couldn’t help but scold Song Weiyu,
"But you, Junior Martial Sister Weiyu, usually spoil Gu Lan too much, preventing her from practicing well, you couldn’t even notice such a condition."
Song Weiyu’s eyebrows arched,
"What did you say?!"
i Jinqiu imdiately hunched his neck, coughing,
"Ahem, ahem, Gu Lan, take care of your master."
Gu Lan spoke softly,
"Master, calm down, calm down."
"Yes, yes, Lan’er is right. No man is a good person; don’t stoop to a man’s level."
"I didn’t say that much, don’t embellish. Besides, Junior Brother Wubing is a good man!"
"We can only say he’s not bad. Whether he’s good or not is yet to be verified! Lan’er, don’t be fooled by his handso face. Listen to ..."
"Master, you are not allowed to speak ill of Junior Brother Wubing!"
"I won’t say it, I won’t say it, Lan’er, don’t be angry..."
The elders and peak masters were used to such scenes, but for Fan Wubing, it was the first ti, leaving him dumbfounded.
To the unknowing, it might seem like Gu Lan was the master and Song Weiyu the disciple.
i Jinqiu whispered to him,
"Junior Martial Sister Weiyu is notorious for spoiling her disciples. Don’t say anything bad about her disciple in front of her, she’ll explode."
"This..."
...
The blockage points and holes in Gu Lan’s major and minor ridians had just been treated, leaving her body very weak.
At night, Song Weiyu ca to the Spirit Nurturing Pot, planning to cook so snacks to nourish Gu Lan’s body.
As usual, before cooking, she held a ceremony to fully communicate with the pot’s spirit and appease it.
However, when she began cooking, she found that the Spirit Nurturing Pot was not in the mood, lacking energy, and very uncooperative. The immortal food cooked was neither ford, nor attractive, nor effective.
She didn’t quite understand, cautiously and with great care, she communicated with the pot’s spirit,
"Good pot, good pot, what is the matter?"
The pot’s spirit conveyed a sense of sadness.
Song Weiyu captured the emotion and imdiately intertwined her spirit with it, carefully analyzing its aning. After understanding, her face froze.
The Spirit Nurturing Pot was saying,
"It’s the tenth day Fan Wubing hasn’t co to see ... I miss him..."
It’s him again, why is it always him!
He steals my disciple, and now he won’t even spare my pot!
...
"Achoo!"
Fan Wubing sneezed, then rubbed his nose, muttering,
"Who is bad-mouthing ?"
He glanced at Luo Qingyao ditating in front of the Enlightennt Stele, then recorded the results of observing her Qi with the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill.
A quarter of an hour later, a clear montum spread out from Luo Qingyao as the center to the surroundings.
Her Qi surged upwards significantly.
She broke through again.
She opened her eyes, imdiately gliding over the water surface to Fan Wubing’s side,
"Senior Brother, how is it, how is it?"
"Eighth-Layer Foundation Establishnt... Junior Sister, is cultivating immortality really this easy?"
"If only love were this simple too."
Fan Wubing pretended not to hear this, seriously saying,
"Your Qi is very stable, and your circulation is very regular. But there’s a problem."
"What is it?"
"Are you not focused on cultivation?" Fan Wubing said, "These days, as you’ve been competing for the Peach Blossom Spring slot... your progress is indeed fast, breaking through every few days. But, your heart seems a bit off. Do you... have sothing on your mind?"
Luo Qingyao said bitterly,
"Isn’t it because you, Senior Brother, ignore my feelings? At such a youthful age, how could I have a heart of stone, how could I not be hurt?"
"Nonsense. It’s not related to this. You’re thinking about sothing else, distracted."
"Aiya, Senior Brother, I just need to secure the Peach Blossom Spring slot, and that’s that. Other things, no need to worry too much." Luo Qingyao avoided the topic, walking away on her own.
After walking so distance, she stood still, and after a mont, in a previously unheard soft tone, asked,
"Senior Brother, will you always stay at Eternal Immortal Sect?"
This tone carried a hint of desolation, like a young sparrow in the snowy land.
"How could... the world is so big, who wouldn’t want to see it?"
"That’s good... that’s good!" Luo Qingyao looked joyful, at this mont, seeming as if the daylight was pouring entirely onto her, incomparable.
She ran off, her steps light and her hair fluttering together with her clothes.
Fan Wubing lightly furrowed his brows... What is Junior Sister thinking, after all?
...
Although he had already helped Gu Lan smooth out her ridians, to prevent any setbacks, Fan Wubing still needed to visit every day for adjustnts.
Gu Lan lay on the bed, with Fan Wubing standing by.
"Senior Sister Gu, I’m about to start. Try to relax and keep your ridians extended."
"Okay."
Fan Wubing operated the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill, guiding the flow of qi in Gu Lan’s body.
But today, his qi was blocked, soft and intermittent.
After a while, Gu Lan noticed the lack of stimulation, opened her eyes, and asked worriedly,
"Junior Brother Wubing, what’s wrong with you? You don’t seem to be in good shape today?"
Fan Wubing felt awkward, glancing at Song Weiyu beside him who was staring at him intently, as if looking at the enemy who stole his wife. How could anyone be in a good state under such circumstances!
He let out a dry laugh,
"It’s... it’s nothing."
With a great deal of effort, he finally completed the adjustnts for Gu Lan.
Needless to say, this was the most stressful and exhausting session afterwards.
Gu Lan sat cross-legged in the room, adapting to the changes in her ridians.
Outside, Fan Wubing asked cautiously,
"Elder Weiyu, I... I really haven’t offended you in any way, right?"
Song Weiyu raised her pretty eyebrows, shaking with anger, especially the majestic scenery in front of her chest, trembling nonstop,
"You rascal! Forget Lan’Er, I can tell you have so real skills and you’re nurturing her ridians. But what’s up with that pot! What did you do to my pot! Now it’s distracted all day, refusing to ignite. After coaxing it for ages, it finally started up, and when I was cooking, it actually called out your na!"
"Huh?"
They both approached the Spirit Nurturing Pot.
Fan Wubing scrutinized the Spirit Nurturing Pot for a long while. Indeed, he could feel it. His presence seed to improve its mood substantially.
But the Flying Sword Peach Blossom was currently cocooned, making direct communication difficult...
After pondering for a while, Fan Wubing tentatively asked,
"Elder Weiyu, could it be... your skills aren’t good enough to satisfy the Spirit Nurturing Pot?"
"Nonsense!" Song Weiyu said with her hands on her hips, "Go ask around, who in the entire Eternal Immortal Sect doesn’t know about my top-notch skills?"
Her voice was loud enough for the surrounding disciples to hear.
They all turned to see their Peak Master, angerily arguing with Fan Wubing about how her skills weren’t lacking.
Hiss——
Even the most indifferent disciples of Nourishing Spirit Peak found it a bit unsettling.
Feeling the peculiar gazes around, Song Weiyu realized, her cheeks flushed, possibly with anger or sothing else. She imdiately raised her voice,
"Culinary skills, my ’cooking’ skills! Where are they lacking!"
Fan Wubing replied,
"This Spirit Nurturing Pot has a spiritual presence, right?"
"Of course."
"The Spirit Nurturing Pot was crafted by a Fifth-Grade Refiner over two years. It’s an excellent spiritual pot, containing a spirit. However, the spirit is still young, with the intelligence of a seven or eight-year-old. Elder Weiyu, what does a seven or eight-year-old child need?"
Song Weiyu snorted coldly,
"I’ve never raised a child. How would I know."
"...Children at this age are developing ways to understand the world, needing feedback from external sources. If it can’t receive any during the auxiliary cooking process, it naturally feels down."
"Feedback? What kind of feedback?"
"You need to nurture it in the process of cooking immortal food, allowing it to gain sothing. You can’t just take from it... after all, you’re not in a master-servant relationship with it."
Song Weiyu was skeptical,
"Then what should I do?"
"It’s like a relationship between two people, it can’t just be one side giving endlessly. Both sides need to feel each other."
Song Weiyu frowned,
"I’ve never been in a relationship, so how do I know if what you’re saying is right or not."
Fan Wubing inhaled sharply,
"Elder Weiyu, you’re single until now?"
No wonder there’s such resentnt... an older single woman, it makes sense...
Feeling underestimated, Song Weiyu quickly retorted,
"If I wanted a Dao companion, they’d line up around the Eternal Immortal Sect!
"Elder Weiyu, why not try what I suggested once more?"
After hesitating for a mont, Song Weiyu entered the Spirit Nurturing Pot.
An hour later, she erged, tears in her eyes, choking out,
"I never realized, after all these years, I’ve been neglecting its feelings..."
Fan Wubing sighed and comforted her,
"These are just family issues. It’s good to resolve them, it’s good to resolve them. Weiyu,"
"Hmm?!"
"Cough, cough, Elder Weiyu, you need to get along with it better from now on. Don’t disregard its feelings for a temporary convenience. A relationship between two requires mutual adjustnt."
"But it still calls your na."
Fan Wubing’s mouth twitched,
"It’ll gradually stop."
"Alright then."
Fan Wubing left.
Song Weiyu stood frozen, suddenly realizing that sothing seed off.
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