Junior sister, I really need to control you.

Night fell in Xuanzhen Temple, in Uncle Jiang's bedroom.

Li Yinsheng sat on Uncle Jiang's couch.

Qi Jiushan readily agreed to Li Yinsheng's request to bring his junior sister along. After the agreement was reached, he hurriedly returned to report to his deputy abbot.

Li Yinsheng wanted to tell his uncle before setting off.

"That's about it. The training materials at Huangzhu Temple will be ready soon. I'll take my junior sister there tomorrow," Li Yinsheng said.

"According to what Huangzhu Temple says, my junior sister encounters demons almost every day while on patrol, often several at a time. After half a month of this, she must have gained a lot of experience in combat."

"Yes," Uncle Jiang nodded, "I wanted to tell you before that if you want her to participate in the Shaoyang Dao Examination, combat experience is also indispensable."

"I also know a bit about the Huangzhu Temple. Your junior sister should gain a lot of experience in combat if she goes on patrol for half a month."

She paused for a moment, then added, "However, you'll need to find more opportunities in the future for her to spar and exchange techniques with cultivators."

Li Yinsheng nodded, indicating that he understood: "I know, after all, fighting against demons is quite different from fighting against cultivators."

"Hmm, I believe you wouldn't overlook that," Uncle Jiang said in a slightly strange tone. "After all, you've always been very attentive to your junior sister."

"Of course," Li Yinsheng nodded and smiled.

After all, my junior sister is related to my cultivation level.

"You really like that little girl, don't you?" Uncle Jiang pursed his lips, his tone becoming even more strange.

Li Yinsheng didn't deny it, but gave a wry smile: "Junior sister is a good girl, but... sometimes she can be a headache."

For example, the biggest difference between entering the cave for cultivation and being sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment is that fixed-term imprisonment includes rest periods.

Uncle Jiang assumed that Li Yinsheng was just having trouble with the girl's potential.

"With your Pure Profound Divine Light cleansing her marrow and strengthening her body, plus the fortuitous encounter she had two months ago, she is now stronger than many disciples who entered the temple at a young age but have ordinary aptitude."

"Once you use the Pure Profound Divine Light to refine her for a while longer, her talent for cultivation won't be much worse than that of a cultivator with inferior roots," she comforted her.

Li Yinsheng shook his head: "Unfortunately, the Qingxuan Divine Light is mainly for breaking demons and evil spirits, clearing the mind and enhancing magic. Cleansing the tendons and marrow is just a side effect, and its upper limit is not high."

"Once the effects of the Pure Profound Divine Light reach their limit, we will need to find some better methods to cleanse the marrow and strengthen the tendons."

Uncle Jiang remained silent.

Sometimes she really wondered if her nephew had been bewitched by that girl.

First, he directly taught her the Pure Profound Scripture, and then he not only gave her careful guidance, but also specially bought the Refining Yuan Lock to help her cultivate.

Compared to the expensive Transparent Spirit Refining Array later built for that girl, the Tempering Yuan Lock was nothing.

After that, this kid even borrowed her White Rainbow Sword, just to help that girl quickly master the Yin-Yang Dividing Light Sword.

What gives her the right?!

The more Uncle Jiang thought about it, the angrier he became. Not wanting to dwell on the topic, he changed the subject and spoke up.

"Yinsheng, there's something I've never told you before."

"Although my cultivation is gone, I have always kept and nurtured several strands of white rainbow sword intent in my sea of ​​consciousness as a last resort when necessary."

Hearing this, Li Yinsheng was not surprised.

Even if a true cultivator is in dire straits, they will always have some tricks up their sleeve. To say that once their cultivation is ruined, they are no different from ordinary people is to look down on true cultivators.

Of course, this excludes those who are newly promoted and haven't had time to improve their skills.

Although he had some expectation that his martial uncle would keep his trump card, his martial uncle's next words were something he had never expected.

"While you'll be stationed at Huangzhu Temple this time, you'll inevitably encounter some powerful demons. Although they shouldn't pose a threat to you, your abilities are ultimately insufficient..."

She pursed her lips and said seriously, "Just in case, I'll still transfer a wisp of sword intent to you. If you encounter a powerful enemy, at least you'll have some confidence to protect yourself."

However, when she said this, there was no sign of worry on her face. Instead, a very faint blush appeared on her earlobes.

Li Yinsheng's eyes widened: "Uncle-Master, are you saying you think I'll encounter a formidable enemy at Huangzhu Temple?"

"It's just in case," said Uncle Jiang.

"There's no need for that," Li Yinsheng shook his head repeatedly. "If it's really possible for a demon of this level to appear... no, it should be called a demon cultivator."

"If such a demonic cultivator truly exists, then the master of Huangzhu Temple should personally go and oversee the situation."

Uncle-Master Jiang was momentarily speechless, but after a moment of silence, he said, "I know that such a situation is unlikely, but you are ultimately lacking in methods. What if it happens?"

"You should still carry a wisp of sword intent with you, just in case," she said earnestly.

Seeing his martial uncle's insistence, Li Yinsheng couldn't refuse: "Alright then, martial uncle. What should I do?"

The blush on Jiang Shishu's earlobe spread to her cheek. She smoothed her hair and said softly, "You don't need to move, I'll do it."

After Li Yinsheng sat down, Uncle Jiang leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Li Yinsheng's forehead.

Because of this movement, the tip of her nose almost touched the tip of Li Yinsheng's nose, and they could both feel each other's breath on their faces.

"Uncle-Master? What's wrong...?"

Li Yinsheng was stiff all over. The faint and elegant fragrance emanating from his martial uncle kept wafting into his nose. He didn't even dare to speak, for fear of touching his martial uncle's lips, so he simply used his divine sense to transmit his voice.

"Don't speak," Uncle Jiang said softly, his lips parting slightly. "My sea of ​​consciousness is damaged, and my divine sense cannot leave my body. This is all I can do. Don't disturb me. Just wait patiently."

Li Yinsheng immediately closed his eyes, remaining motionless and silent.

Uncle Jiang's eyes were slightly closed, his eyelashes trembling.

Calm down, don't panic. I'm just giving Yin Shengdu a sword intent to prevent any unexpected events.

Although it's unlikely that he needs sword intent, what if he really does?

This is all just in case; it's important business, very important business!

So don't panic, don't panic...

She gently placed her hands on Li Yinsheng's face, making sure their foreheads were pressed together.

A moment later, Li Yinsheng felt a faint, almost imperceptible suction force at the point where his and his uncle's foreheads, with their smooth, creamy skin, touched. This suction force existed only at the level of divine consciousness.

"Alright..." the senior uncle said, his warm breath blowing over, "You can simply probe in with your divine sense."

Li Yinsheng followed his instructions and probed with his divine sense.

As if he had passed through a thin, non-substantial barrier, his consciousness entered an unfamiliar sea of ​​consciousness.

Li Yinsheng turned his "eyes" and was immediately stunned.

His uncle's sea of ​​consciousness was larger than his, but it was in a terrible state, with countless cracks running in all directions, which was within his expectations.

However, in the very center of his uncle's sea of ​​consciousness, corresponding to the location where his soul resided, his uncle's soul was quite different from his own.

After Li Yinsheng cultivated the third level of the Heart Seal Scripture, the solidity of his soul greatly improved compared to when he had not cultivated it, making it almost as solid as a physical object.

But his uncle's soul was not only more solid than his, but it also emitted a faint, pure white glow.

Li Yinsheng could even clearly sense that there was some kind of power he didn't recognize in his uncle's soul.

This seems to be more than just a simple soul.

Moreover, in his mind, the soul should be no different from the body.

However, her soul was noticeably different from her own. Although both were extremely beautiful, the soul's features were much colder and sharper than her own.

Although she was sitting cross-legged, upon closer comparison, Li Yinsheng felt that her martial aunt's spirit seemed to be slightly taller than her actual body.

Furthermore, this soul's skin was even whiter than that of its master, but it lacked any vitality or color, instead appearing as white as a gleaming sword blade.

Moreover, the clothes on this spirit were something Li Yinsheng had never seen before; they were a pure white sword robe, as white as snow...

Just as Li Yinsheng was surprised, his uncle's spirit slowly opened his eyes and looked at him. The shimmering white light around him gathered and transformed into nine sword light phantoms that were extremely similar to the White Rainbow Sword.

The sword light closest to Li Yinsheng slowly drifted towards him, and then his uncle's voice rang in his mind.

"Yinsheng, I can't hold on much longer. You've taken the sword intent, so withdraw now. I... I can't hold on much longer..."

Li Yinsheng quickly "grasped" the drifting sword intent and brought it back to his sea of ​​consciousness.