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Chapter 218 Your Heart Is Too Small
"Hahaha...you think you can take that?"

After the initial shock, Blood Demon quickly regained his composure.

He looked at Shangguan Wan'er, whose aura was imposing but whose spiritual power was obviously unstable, and a disdainful sneer appeared on his face.

"You're at your last gasp, yet you dare to spout such nonsense before me?"

"Go! Take her down! I will personally turn her into a 'blood slave'!"

At his command, dozens of elite demonic cultivators in the hall, like sharks that had smelled blood, grinned and swarmed towards Shangguan Wan'er!

However, just as they were about to get close...

A calm, slightly languid voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

"I said...have you...forgot about me?"

Everyone was stunned.

I instinctively looked in the direction from which the sound came.

The mysterious man who had been following Shangguan Wan'er, who looked like an ordinary mortal servant, had somehow reached the center of the main hall.

A playful smile played on his lips.

The tense, murderous scene before him seemed to him nothing more than a...

Boring farce.

"Who are you?!" Blood Demon's brows furrowed tightly.

He could clearly sense a dangerous aura emanating from that man that made his heart pound.

"I?"

Li Zhe smiled, stretched out his finger, and pointed to himself.

"I'm just a..."

"A kind passerby."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his right foot.

Then, gently, stomp down.

"boom--!!!!!!!!!"

……

A battle with no suspense ended in a way that no one could understand.

When Li Zhe crushed that arrogant "Blood Slaughtering Demon" into a pile of minced meat as easily as stepping on an ant.

The entire Demon City fell into a deathly silence.

The rescued disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect looked at the man before them, who resembled a demon god and exuded an aura of endless destruction, their eyes filled with indescribable awe and fear.

Shangguan Wan'er, on the other hand, had already lost her voice.

She stared blankly at the man's retreating figure, and the suppressed emotions within her finally erupted like a flood breaking through a dam.

……

In the days that followed, Li Zhe naturally became a "guest elder" of the Misty Cloud Sect.

At Shangguan Wan'er's "enthusiastic invitation," he temporarily stayed in this sect that was in dire need of rebuilding.

He was "instructing" Shangguan Wan'er on how to regroup and recover lost territory.

On the one hand, he continues his "cultivation" career by utilizing the resources within the sect.

Of course, what he was most interested in was...

The sect's young female disciples, full of youth and vitality.

In particular, the one who was newly accepted as a personal disciple by Shangguan Wan'er, exuding an aura of both "uselessness" and "effort"...

Junior sister.

"Junior Sister, let your senior brother see how your swordsmanship is progressing?"

Li Zhe looked at the girl on the training ground, sweating profusely, yet still struggling to execute even the most basic introductory sword techniques, and gave her a "kind" smile.

The junior sister who was targeted by Li Zhe was named Lin Feifei.

As her name suggests, she is petite and adorable.

His personality is as simple as a blank sheet of paper.

She was among the first batch of new disciples recruited by the Misty Cloud Sect from a nearby mortal village after its reconstruction. Although her spiritual root aptitude was mediocre, even extremely poor.

But her indomitable spirit and her almost obsessive desire to cultivate immortality deeply moved Shangguan Wan'er.

So she made an exception and took this "good-for-nothing" who others considered to have no future as her last disciple.

He personally helped her build her foundation and taught her the highest mental cultivation method of the Misty Cloud Sect.

Unfortunately……

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

Lin Feifei works harder than anyone else every day, getting up earlier than the chickens and going to bed later than the dogs.

However, her cultivation level remained stagnant, barely above average, and she wasn't even ranked among the top outer disciples.

Swordsmanship, in particular, is her biggest weakness.

She practiced the most basic "Cloud Rising Sword Technique" for three whole months, but she still performed it crookedly and full of flaws.

Because of this, she was often ridiculed behind her back by her senior classmates.

Even some newly initiated disciples could easily defeat her in sparring.

This dealt a severe blow to her already sensitive and fragile self-esteem.

She often hid alone in a corner of the training ground, secretly wiping away her tears.

Li Zhe witnessed all of this.

"Junior sister, don't cry."

Li Zhe's voice was as warm and gentle as a spring breeze.

He walked up to the girl who was hugging her knees and crying with tears streaming down her face, and handed her a clean handkerchief.

"Who...who is crying!"

Lin Feifei suddenly raised her head, her eyes, red and swollen from crying like a little rabbit's, filled with stubbornness and vigilance.

She looked at the man who had suddenly appeared before her, exuding an aura of mystery and power, and instinctively shrank back.

"You...who are you?"

“Me?” Li Zhe smiled and sat down next to her. “I’m your master’s friend. Normally, you should call me ‘Senior Uncle’ or something, but there’s no need. You can just call me Senior Brother Li.”

"Li... Senior Brother Li?"

Lin Feifei looked at him.

Facing that approachable, handsome face, and those deep, penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through people…

Lin Feifei's pretty face blushed slightly.

"You...you wanted to see me...what's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Li Zhe shook his head and turned his gaze to the longsword in her hand, which was trembling slightly because of its owner's weakness. "I just saw that you... seemed to be troubled by practicing swordsmanship."

"I……"

Lin Feifei's eyes reddened again.

She lowered her head, her voice filled with grievance and resentment.

"Am I...am I stupid? My master...she has already passed on the cultivation method to me, but I...I still can't master it..."

No, you're not stupid.

Li Zhe's answer was filled with an undeniable affirmation.

"You just... used the wrong method."

"Did you use the wrong method?"

“That’s right.” Li Zhe nodded, picked up a branch from the ground, and casually twirled it like a sword. “A sword is a weapon for killing, but also… a weapon for protection.”

"Its essence is an extension of 'power' and a manifestation of 'will'."

"The reason you can't master swordsmanship is not because you don't work hard enough, nor because you lack talent."

"But because..."

He paused, then turned his gaze to the girl's flat but vibrant chest.

"Your heart is too small."

(End of this chapter)