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Su Lingyue knelt down, quickly denying the accusation. Moreover, he even claimed that he wanted to retreat to the back mountain for quiet cultivation and offered to vacate the courtyard for Brother Ye to live alone.
Wasn't that a bit too much? However, the disciple thought it was inappropriate to let Brother Ye stay in the small courtyard. Was this really fair?
The voice of Master Hanying grew sharper. A thin layer of sweat appeared on Su Lingyue's forehead as she struggled to steady her voice. Wasn't this somewhat unjust?
Master Hanying snorted coldly and mocked, "Do you think I am being partial?"
Su Lingyue lowered her gaze respectfully, "Disciple does not dare to think so." Even if Master were to grant that inferior disciple's courtyard to Xiuyuan, what of it? He had committed so many wrongs; merely giving up a courtyard was already lenient.
Master Hanying's voice was icy, making the familiar words sound somewhat chilling. Su Lingyue felt that this handling was indeed inappropriate, but with her master's firm attitude, she was reluctant to argue back.
Having spent so much time together, how could Master Hanying not understand her? With a slight flick of her sleeve, a gentle breeze lifted Su Lingyue from the ground.
Master Hanying's tone was calm. "Rest assured, the reason I allowed them to live together is merely because your junior brother Xiuyuan is worried about creating a rift with him. He wants to live together to mend their relationship."
However, after hearing this, that rebellious disciple not only failed to show gratitude but instead wanted to live alone. Such narrow-mindedness—why should you plead for him? He is nothing but an ungrateful brat.
Su Lingyue was taken aback. Was it really like that? But why did Brother Ye earlier put on an innocent facade and even speak in a way that made everyone believe it was the master’s arrangement?
Was he being deliberate or merely careless? Su Lingyue pondered deeply and realized that her seemingly innocent junior brother might not be so simple after all.
Perhaps she was overthinking it; maybe Brother Ye just feared appearing too proactive and losing face, which led him to falsely claim it was the master’s initiative. Perhaps he truly wanted to mend their relationship as Master had said.
Qi Xiao moved swiftly, without a word, and was taken to the back mountain by his own belongings.
The back mountain housed several caves, which had long been places for the practitioners of Qingjing Peak to meditate in solitude. However, in their generation, Qingjing Peak had become vast and sparsely populated, with each person having their own residence for cultivation. As a result, the caves in the back mountain gradually fell into disuse, though some basic items remained to accommodate essential living needs.
After a quick tidy-up, Qi Xiao took out a few pills and hurriedly swallowed them before sitting cross-legged on a stone platform, closing his eyes to adjust his breathing. His spirit was damaged, his internal organs injured, and his meridians were severely compromised. In short, his body felt like a leaky sieve that needed repairs everywhere.
His immediate priority was to heal his injuries and address the issue of his damaged foundation of Dao. A wounded foundation affected the very roots of cultivation, making it exceedingly difficult to recover. If he forced himself to cultivate under such conditions, it would be like building a tower on sand—always at risk of collapsing. To resolve this problem, he had two options: either find rare heavenly materials to repair his foundation or abandon his current path and start anew.
As for the first option, he currently had no means to seek out such treasures. Even if he did find them, there was no guarantee he could keep them; it might even attract jealousy and lead to dire consequences. The most viable solution seemed to be abandoning his current path and starting over.
However, Master Han Ying was a powerful figure in the Xiaoyao Sect, and the technique she taught him—The Tide of the Azure Sea—was her exclusive method ranked among the highest tier of cultivation techniques. Finding something comparable would be incredibly difficult. Did that mean he had to settle for some mediocre technique just to get by?
Qi Xiao felt unwilling and did not want to fall into the same predicament as in his previous life. This time, he was determined to grow stronger—strong enough that no one would dare to humiliate him again.
Five days later, after completing his recovery, Qi Xiao decided to visit the Scripture Pavilion in hopes of striking it lucky. The pavilion housed the cultivation techniques of past practitioners from the Xiaoyao Sect along with various miscellaneous items. If fortune smiled upon him, perhaps he could find a decent technique; even if it couldn't compare to The Tide of the Azure Sea, he would still be satisfied.
A few disciples guarding the entrance noticed Qi Xiao approaching and couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
"Isn't that the one who injured a fellow disciple?"
"Tsk tsk, look at him—so dignified yet harboring such wicked thoughts."
"I heard he's been shunned by Master Han Ying from Qingjing Peak; he's probably finished."
Qi Xiao paid no mind to their chatter and maintained a calm expression as he presented a jade talisman to the guarding disciples. Seeing him unfazed, they exchanged disinterested glances, as if they were disappointed that reality didn't match their expectations of drama.
In his lifetime, Qi Xiao had endured enough of such trivial gossip. To him, the whispers now felt like a gentle breeze, leaving no trace behind. If he were still swayed by mere words, that would truly signify a lack of growth.
As Qi Xiao ascended the steps, he remained oblivious to the sudden appearance of an old man in a gray robe lurking in the shadows. The old man watched Qi Xiao's retreating figure with murky eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
After wandering through the Scripture Repository for a while, Qi Xiao realized how naive his previous thoughts had been. The repository housed countless books, and sifting through them to find a gem was far from easy; it was uncertain whether any of the tomes contained true value.
Just as he settled into a corner, sighing with downcast eyes, a thin booklet unexpectedly fell onto his head. Rubbing his scalp, he looked up and noticed that one side of the bookshelf jutted out loosely, likely due to old books being improperly placed. He reached for the nearby booklet, glancing at it without much hope, but as he examined it further, his curiosity grew.
The issue wasn't that the book was too difficult to understand; rather, it was too fragmented. The author appeared to be an unnamed cultivator who joyfully roamed the world. Wherever he went, he recorded everything new and interesting he encountered.
Thus, the entire book was filled with disjointed notes—lacking any coherent logic—like a travelogue penned by the whims of that cultivator. It was intriguing but not what Qi Xiao sought.
With a quiet sigh, he intended to return the book when a casual glance at one page caught his attention. Qi Xiao paused in surprise and flipped to the last few pages to read more closely.
As the sun began to set and golden light flooded in, Qi Xiao finally closed the book, feeling enlightened. The cultivator not only appreciated the wonders of nature and local customs but also encountered various masters and techniques. He had integrated what he learned into creating a unique method of cultivation meant for those destined to find it.
For reasons unknown, this cultivator had written his technique in an exceedingly simple manner—his words sparse and concise. Had it not been for Qi Xiao's solid foundation and keen insight, he might have overlooked this technique entirely as mere folly.
Qi Xiao recognized that this method was extraordinary—perhaps on par with the Azure Sea Tide Technique—but it was incomplete; the records abruptly stopped halfway through.
Holding the booklet tightly, he made his way downstairs, intending to inquire about its origins in detail.
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