Entering the hall.
Fang Yu, looking at the chaotic hall, didn’t pay it any mind; his gaze fell upon Ye Wenjun.
At this mont, Ye Wenjun seed so haggard, so frail...
He didn’t speak, walked up to Wenjun, gently took her hand, and said faintly, "Your wrist is injured, let treat it."
It was unprecedented; Wenjun actually nodded: "Mm."
The two went upstairs.
In the hall, silence reigned, everyone incredulously watching the scene unfold.
The servants, who had served Miss Ye of the Ye Family for many years, were even more astonished.
From a young age, the young lady had always been aloof, particularly picky when it ca to choosing n, hardly able to accept a man approaching her proactively... But now, in front of Fang Yu, she was like a little woman!
"What are you all staring at? Don’t you have work to do? Hurry and clean up," Ye Xingkong ca in, scolding them.
Ye Xingkong glanced around, then asked, "Where’s Ye Xingchen?"
"Alas, Xingchen has it tough too; these past few days he’s been at his wits’ end with work at the company, finally stabilizing the situation. I didn’t have the heart to tell him the family’s troubles," Zhong Long sighed.
Hearing this, Ye Xingkong also helplessly nodded: "That child indeed has had it rough."
...
...
In the room.
Ye Wenjun’s hand was held by Fang Yu...
She suddenly felt her heart beating uncontrollably, a hot flush coming over her.
"You’re injured," Fang Yu turned around, his gaze landing on her pale wrist.
"I’m fine," Ye Wenjun said indifferently.
"This isn’t an ordinary injury... It’s caused by a cultivator’s Gang Qi, it’s sowhat difficult to heal... Unless you have sufficient Primordial Qi."
"Oh," Wenjun was slightly surprised.
"Primordial Qi is like a person’s essence, spirit, and vitality; it’s an insubstantial thing. Whatever the person’s state, it reflects the sa... It can be hot or cold, good or bad... Imagine, would those with a venomous heart easily let you off the hook?" Fang Yu slowly said.
Upon hearing this, Wenjun was once again taken aback.
"Just Primordial Qi alone is so intricate... I, I... am I unsuited to be a cultivator?" Facing the vast expanse before her, Wenjun always felt her own knowledge was ager.
Fang Yu’s indifferent expression finally softened into a smile, saying, "If even you can’t beco a cultivator, then who in this world can?"
He knew that the stunning beauty before him probably had no idea how startling and heaven-defying her natural talent and constitution were.
To be honest, before gaining the mory fragnts, Fang Yu was completely ignorant about the knowledge of cultivators. But now, everything was different.
"It’s a pity, I still can’t make any progress," Wenjun said guiltily, "otherwise, I wouldn’t have been bullied by Shangguan Linghui..."
"You’ve done well enough."
Fang Yu lifted her jade hand, "This ti when I went out, I brought back a secret manual called The Taixuan Heart Scripture, which is very suitable for your cultivation. From now on, you need to persist in practicing it, which includes swordsmanship, step techniques, fist techniques, movent techniques..."
Wenjun was secretly astonished, "That much?"
Fang Yu smiled and said:
"You’re a talented graduate from Harvard, can a book stump you? That doesn’t sound like you."
Wenjun bowed her head.
Who can understand a woman’s heart?
Let alone a single book, even dozens more wouldn’t faze her. It was more of a confusion and bewildernt towards the unknown.
Fang Yu’s large hand gently stroked over her pale wrist.
"Just bear with it a little, it will hurt a bit."
"Mm."
Primordial Qi flowed like water through his fingers, freely wandering over her pale wrist.
Sizzle.
Sizzle, sizzle.
Primordial Qi nourished her skin, a tickling warmth passed over her, followed by a sharp pain that vanished in a flash.
Fang Yu let go of her hand and said, "You’re fine now."
Wenjun looked at her own wrist, the purple marks from the whip had vanished! Everything had returned to normal, leaving no trace.
She couldn’t help but be amazed.
"Is this what a Cultivator can do? Can all Cultivators do this?" Ye Wenjun asked with unfailing curiosity.
"It’s not as simple as you think... Only I can do this..." Fang Yu said, looking at her, "Indeed, Cultivators heal faster than ordinary people, but that’s passive healing. For a Cultivator to actively heal, one must understand dical Skill, and even be proficient in the ridians of the human body. Otherwise, if the Primordial Qi helps the injured to repair ridians but connects the wrong bloodline ridians, wouldn’t that be disastrous?"
So that’s how it is. Ye Wenjun nodded in understanding.
"The path of dical Skill is complex and arduous, with knowledge as vast as the sea; it’s not sothing just anyone can learn."
Fang Yu continued, "If you want to learn, I can teach you."
Ye Wenjun was startled, intending to agree, but then she hesitated and said, "No, I won’t learn."
Fang Yu didn’t know why she refused to learn, nor did he want to insist, so he said, "Alright. Then focus on studying the Taixuan Heart Scripture."
He took the Secret Manual out of his bosom and placed it in front of Ye Wenjun, instructing her, "Keep it safe."
"Mhm."
Ye Wenjun’s idea of keeping it safe was simply to place the Secret Manual under her pillow.
All was calm again.
At that mont, Fang Yu said:
"When practicing the Taixuan Heart Scripture, don’t rush. Do it like how you studied before."
"Mhm."
"Also, you need a sword; I’ll help you find a decent one soday," Fang Yu said.
"Mhm."
Fang Yu gave Ye Wenjun a suspicious look, his eyes expressing complexity: "You seem more obedient than you were before."
Uh.
Ye Wenjun’s pretty face instantly flushed red.
She didn’t know why it was so.
Because the aura emanating from Fang Yu made her subconsciously want to obey.
Seeing her shy appearance, Fang Yu grinned and said, "Let ask you... did you miss while I was away?"
"Uh." Ye Wenjun’s head lowered even more.
"How much do I weigh in your heart?" Fang Yu stepped closer with a smile.
After a mont of silence, Ye Wenjun replied:
"Zero weight."
"What?"
"Because you’re in my mind." Ye Wenjun replied.
"Why?"
"Hearts don’t have mories, but heads do."
Hearing this explanation for the first ti, Fang Yu found it amusing, "Being educated really is different... So, how much do I occupy in your mind?"
"This..." Ye Wenjun’s voice grew softer, as if struggling for a while, she replied softly, "2... 20%, maybe."
"Ah? Only 20%?" Fang Yu was inevitably disappointed.
Ye Wenjun quickly explained:
"In the past twenty plus years, there’s never been any man’s share in my mind... since eting... eting you, it went from one percent, to five, then ten percent... So, twenty, is already... quite a lot..." her voice trailed off quieter and quieter.
"Is that so, do all you science students like to asure love with numbers?" Fang Yu said awkwardly.
Ye Wenjun did not speak.
Fang Yu laughed, "Honestly, I really dislike those numbers. Tomorrow, can you express it to in the way of the humanities?"
"..."
"I’m tired today... you rest well." Fang Yu turned and left the room. Because he had too many mory fragnts to assimilate... Ti was extraordinarily precious to him.
But in Ye Wenjun’s view.
She thought Fang Yu was angry, her fingers trembling slightly, her heart sinking... wanting to say sothing, but the door was already closed.
She sat down.
Lost in a daze—
After a while, she went to the desk, took out her diary, flipped to the latest page, and wrote:
"I choose not to learn dical Skill, because I want to rely on others, one person knowing dical Skill is enough; 20%, in fact, is the proportion in my mind, but my heart... has long been full..."
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