Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 269: Practicing Sword is Like Raising a Child

During this period of time, the Burial Sword Valley has successively annexed the Paradise Sect and the Tiancan Sect, and has become the largest force in the Demon Sect. The disciples under the sect are like they have been injected with chicken blood, and they have doubled their hard work in their training.

The essence of cultivation is nothing more than "fighting for resources". Now the cultivation resources of the three sects all belong to the Burial Sword Valley, and they are much more generous when distributing resources.

There was only one thing that troubled the embroiderer, and that was that none of the younger disciples in the valley were worth mentioning.

In fact, it was a little premature for her to worry about this matter, because Song Xinci had just turned twenty years old, and logically she could represent the younger generation.

Unfortunately, the ancestor Qiu Feng resigned too early and let Song Xinci become the leader. As a result, the valley needs to find another young man to train vigorously.

Dou Li's arrival just solved this problem. The Burial Sword Valley will do its best to train him to become the next generation of Fengyun disciple.

The embroiderer is responsible for teaching the "skill", the swordsman is responsible for teaching the "strength", Yun Yi is responsible for teaching the "form", and Song Xinci is responsible for teaching the "intention".

That’s right, even the Sword Minister who was in charge of the Sword Tomb praised Dou Li highly when he saw him, and he even became interested in training him as a disciple.

It turns out that the old guy had been hiding in the sword tomb not because he had no intention of recruiting disciples, but because he didn't want to deal with idiots.

As for Suzaku, he was also busy taking care of the little guy's food and daily life.

She was quite dissatisfied with this. "Why am I the one taking care of the child again? What do you think of me, a wet nurse?"

Yun Yi thought that although Zhuque looked lively, he was actually very considerate and was indeed a good child caregiver. He had even taken care of a troublemaker like Nangong Zhuozhuo before. So, when he had children in the future...

Suzaku pinched his waist and raised his eyebrows: "Are you thinking of something impolite?!"

Yun Yi: "I dare not."

Under such an exquisite arrangement, although Dou Li complained constantly, his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds. Soon he was promoted to the Qi Refining Realm and officially became a cultivator.

That night, he tiptoed to Yun Yi's bedside and looked at his second master with longing, not knowing what he meant.

Yun Yi took over the Right Sword Servant's Sword Lodge left by Nian Nujiao. Dou Li lived with him, so he naturally noticed the movements of his young disciple a long time ago.

He closed his eyes to rest and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Dou Li said flatteringly, "Second Master once said that when I succeed in practicing Qi, he would show me your Fangyuan Sword."

"How come you, child, are just like Bo Yue, coveting my sword so much?"

"But every time I see Fangyuan Sword, I seem to hear it talking, and it seems to be quite interested in me."

This is what makes Dou Li different. He is born with a clear mind for swords, and can communicate with the sword spirit. Even if it is an ordinary sword made of ordinary iron, he can feel the life of the "sword".

If Yun Yi had this talent, he might have already achieved the Dao by now.

Since Yun Yi had made the promise before, he handed over the Fangyuan Sword.

The sword spirit was quite friendly towards Dou Li. He wondered if Bo Yue’s faith would be broken after seeing this scene. He thought to himself, was he really that annoying to the “sword”?

Yun Yi thought that it might be because of the childlike nature. The Fangyuan Sword Spirit was born in the world of the painting, innocent and lively, and just happened to fit in with Dou Li, who had a pure heart.

The room couldn't stand the noise, so the little apprentice took Fang Yuan outside to play, and at this moment, he rarely showed his childish nature.

A thin moon-white mist appeared out of nowhere. Before anyone arrived, the familiar fragrance first entered Yun Yi's nostrils, making him feel refreshed.

As the mist dissipated, Song Xinci slowly emerged and sighed softly, "Were we too harsh on Dou Li?"

Yun Yi had expected her to be the one who came, and said with a smile, "You are indeed a bit harsh on him. We are not the same as you, especially Senior Jianchen. His face was so happy when he saw Dou Li that it looked like a flower blooming."

"That's not what I meant!"

"Haha, I know you're worried that the ascetic training will wear away his innocent heart." "Yeah."

"You're worrying too much. He's been accustomed to the fickleness of human nature since he accompanied his mother to sell tofu pudding. That's what I like about him. He's untainted by the muddy world and doesn't see the sword as a weapon to kill, but as a close friend."

"It's really rare. No wonder Fang Yuan is so close to him." Song Xinci was actually a little jealous. When Fang Yuan gave birth to the sword spirit, the little guy was not interested in her.

Not like now, looking like a lackey.

Yun Yi: "I think if Dou Li enters the Feitian Secret Realm, he should be able to truly inherit Brother Nangong's mantle. Boss Monkey will be ecstatic to see him."

"You forged the Fangyuan Sword yourself, and your character is perfectly aligned with it. By the way, aren't you planning to tell Elder Wang about this?"

"I plan to give Master a surprise. When Dou Li grows up and becomes more powerful, I will have him go to the East China Sea to bring wine to Master."

"When there's a need, the disciple will do the hard work. I suspect this is your true intention in accepting a disciple!"

Yun Yi let out a "hehe" laugh. Although he didn't admit it, he was obviously feeling guilty.

Song Xinci glared at him, then vanished in a flash as she transformed into mist. Now, with her body transformed into the center of the formation, she could move freely throughout the Sword Burial Valley.

Yun Yi savored the fragrance of his wife and thought that compared to his previous life, Song Xinci's progress in the Hedao realm was rapid.

No, that’s not right. It should be said that the whole world was shocked.

It seems that Daocheng of Fuyao Sect, Huiming of Fusheng Temple, and Qiufeng of Zangjian Valley, all of them have been immersed in the Hedao realm for hundreds of years, but they are still a long way from ascending.

But Song Xinci is completely different. It seems that every time she practices, she is getting closer to ascension.

This was mainly due to the sword intent bestowed by Wang Shenlai, which made up for her shortcomings in swordsmanship.

However, Yun Yi was also a little confused. That is, to what extent had Song Xinci cultivated the Supreme Forgetfulness Dao?
Will there be another case of "killing husband to prove one's faith" someday?

He shook his head vigorously, throwing away this impossible option.

At this time, Zhuque's voice was heard outside the house again. After hearing it, Yun Yi thought to himself that it was no wonder that Song Xinci ran away so quickly. It turned out that she was afraid of bumping into Zhuque and feeling embarrassed.

These two people are really interesting, both like "night attacks".

Zhuque grabbed Dou Li's ear and said, "I told you to rest early, but you refused to listen and actually stole the Fangyuan Sword to play with it?!"

Dou Li cried out in pain: "Sister Zhuque, please be gentle, Ouch!"

"You haven't slept in the middle of the night. I think you're still not working hard enough. Tomorrow I'll have some teachers increase your workload!"

"It's unfair. I succeeded in practicing Qi today, so Second Master specially lent me the sword."

Suzaku let go upon hearing this: "Really?"

Dou Li smiled widely: "I can lie to anyone but Sister Suzaku."

These words came from the heart. As the person in the valley who took care of his food, clothing, housing, and transportation, Suzaku was incredibly attentive, even more attentive than his mother. It wasn't that the First and Second Masters were bad, but he simply held them in a higher regard.

Dou Li saw it all and felt warm in his heart. He had long remembered everyone's kindness to him.

Zhuque handed over a bowl of medicinal food and said, "Drink it while it's hot."

Dou Li hurriedly ate his meal obediently, grunting as if he had never eaten anything delicious before.

(End of this chapter)