The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?-Chapter 56

Chapter 56: It’s Fine to Try a Little, Right? She Just Wants to Improve So Badly!

“A sword cultivator must move forward without hesitation. Where the heart leads, the sword follows. Infuse your intent into the sword, and you will become unstoppable.”

With a black silk ribbon tied over her eyes, Nan Gong Ling stood in an open clearing, holding a bamboo sword. She was gently explaining the principles of sword cultivation to two young girls sitting obediently side by side on a large rock.

After explaining a few more key points, she casually swung the bamboo sword toward the sky. A domineering sword aura split the clouds above in two.

“Alright… you two try it yourselves,” Nan Gong Ling said dryly.

Her master really didn’t want her to have any free time, assigning her to instruct these two junior sisters in sword techniques. Neither of them was suited for the path of a sword cultivator, yet the master insisted that having an extra skill would provide an additional layer of security when they entered the spatial rifts.

But Nan Gong Ling had no idea how to teach. She could only share her own insights from when she had focused on sword cultivation and demonstrate the techniques.

Seeing the confused expressions on the two girls’ faces, Nan Gong Ling reluctantly asked, “Do you… understand?”

“Sort of.”

“Maybe.”

“Good. This is the Qinglian Sword Technique. Practice it on your own, and if you have any questions, come ask me.”

Nan Gong Ling breathed a sigh of relief. Whether the girls truly understood or not, she didn’t care. She was done playing the role of a teacher. She wasn’t cut out for this. She had taught what she could, and whether they learned or not was no longer her concern.

She tossed the bamboo branch she had picked up earlier onto the ground and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Duanmu Yao’s eyes lit up.

“Senior Sister, are you going there? How about we go together?” she blurted out.

At these words, Nan Gong Ling paused, her face flashing with discomfort before turning slightly red.

A few days ago, in the Demon Prison, Duanmu Yao had stumbled upon her in a moment of indulgence, having gone too long without savoring something delicious. The scene from that day was still fresh in her mind, even after several days had passed.

As the senior sister, her first meeting with her junior sister had been in such a state. And because she had been so excited to see a stranger, she had…

In any case, at that moment, she had wished she could just die on the spot.

Even now, she avoided being alone with this junior sister. It was just too awkward.

“Ahem.”

“Why do you care where I’m going? Focus on your own cultivation first before worrying about anything else.”

Nan Gong Ling left these words of reprimand and quickly walked away. From the back, her hurried steps looked almost like she was fleeing, and she disappeared in just a few strides.

…

“What’s her problem?” Duanmu Yao pouted in dissatisfaction.

She couldn’t help but mutter under her breath, “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before…”

Zhou Qin, sitting beside her, glanced over and smiled faintly. “Second Senior Sister, what were you talking about with Senior Sister? I didn’t quite understand. Why do you two seem so familiar? Have you met before?”

The rapid-fire questions made Duanmu Yao shiver and snap back to reality.

Oh right!

She had sworn an oath not to reveal anything to those who didn’t know the truth.

Thinking this, Duanmu Yao forced a smile and said, “Huh? No, nothing. I was just saying hello. It’s nothing.”

“I’ve only met Senior Sister Nan Gong twice,” she added without thinking.

Twice?

Zhou Qin narrowed her eyes.

Wasn’t today the first time the master had formally introduced them to their senior sister?

Where did “twice” come from?

Determined to uncover the truth, Zhou Qin was now paying close attention to every move Duanmu Yao made.

“Junior Sister, let’s focus on our cultivation,” Duanmu Yao said, trying to steer the conversation away.

“Alright,” Zhou Qin replied. Seeing the girl sit down cross-legged, she asked, “Second Senior Sister, aren’t you going to practice the sword techniques?”

“Not really,” Duanmu Yao shook her head. “I’m not cut out for it.”

She felt that close-quarters combat suited her better! Even her father had praised her for having a strong body!

“How about you join me?”

“No, thanks,” Zhou Qin declined politely. “I’d like to try the sword techniques Senior Sister just taught us.”

With that, she walked over and picked up the bamboo branch Nan Gong Ling had discarded, mimicking the movements she had demonstrated.

“Alright,” Duanmu Yao nodded.

Thinking of the person in the Demon Prison, she couldn’t help but lick her dry lips.

With a thought, she retrieved a golden-purple gourd from her storage space. She uncorked it and tilted her head back, drinking deeply.

Gulp, gulp.

Her throat moved as she swallowed.

“Ah!” Duanmu Yao let out a satisfied sigh, her eyes showing a look of contentment.

So good!

She had taken some and even brought more with her. How clever of her!

Feeling the energy rapidly transforming within her body, Duanmu Yao placed the gourd beside her and closed her eyes to begin circulating her cultivation technique. The cycle would help her better absorb the dragon essence and enhance her bloodline.

Soon, Duanmu Yao was fully immersed in her cultivation.

But she didn’t notice that Zhou Qin, who had been practicing with the bamboo sword, had gradually stopped.

Zhou Qin’s gaze locked onto the gourd beside Duanmu Yao.

Who had the habit of drinking something while cultivating? And why had this habit suddenly appeared?

There had to be something fishy going on!

“Qing Yi.”

Zhou Qin called out in her mind.

“I know.”

A serene female voice echoed in her mind.

The jade pendant buried in her chest emitted a faint glow. A stunning spirit, visible only to Zhou Qin, floated out and approached Duanmu Yao, who was deep in meditation.

The spirit moved swiftly but silently.

Qing Yi reached out, grabbed the gourd, and lifted it steadily without making a sound.

She floated back to Zhou Qin and handed the gourd to her.

Zhou Qin took it and gave it a slight shake. There was still more than half left.

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Glancing at Duanmu Yao, who was still peacefully cultivating, Zhou Qin silently apologized.

She would just take a small sip. It should be fine, right?

She just… wanted to improve so badly!

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