After transmigrating into the body of the protagonist's childhood friend, he was targeted by a

Xiao Hei seemed to smell a familiar scent. Its droopy eyelids slowly opened, and its wet nose sniffed the air.

Suddenly, the four short legs began to flap, struggling towards the white wolf.

Seeing this, Lin Zhixu put it on the ground. The little guy immediately ran to the white wolf and buried his head in her fluffy neck fur, rubbing and nuzzling her while making soft howling noises.

White Wolf's eyes softened instantly, and he lowered his head to gently touch Little Black's forehead with the tip of his nose.

She raised her head and looked earnestly at Lin Zhixu: "Young friend, would it be possible to leave this child here for a while? Regardless of whether it is a member of my clan or not, it is still of royal blood."

"I need to investigate its origins; perhaps the elders of the tribe can identify its parents."

Lin Zhixu glanced down at Xiao Hei.

The little guy was snuggling in the white wolf's warm fur, his tail wagging like a rattle, clearly showing no sign of being reluctant to part with him.

He paused for a moment, then nodded.

It was nearly dusk when the group left the demon beast tribe.

Jiang Che glanced back at the village hidden behind the vines and let out a long breath: "This mission is now over. The rest is up to Junior Brother Luo."

Luo Yiyan pointed to herself, somewhat bewildered: "Me?"

Jiang Che nodded: "You took out that ancient book, so it must have been given to you by Immortal Venerable Wucang. As for the subsequent repair of the formation, go and ask the Immortal Venerable if he has any solutions."

"If even he doesn't have it, then we Foundation Establishment cultivators are even more helpless."

Luo Yiyan thought about it and realized that what he said made sense.

That ancient book was indeed one of the stacks of books that Yan Lingcang had casually given him shortly after he began his studies. His master was knowledgeable and had a strong memory; he might actually recognize the origin of this formation.

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When Luo Yiyan returned to Wucang Peak, it was already completely dark.

The snow on the summit reflected the moonlight, enveloping the entire mountain in a cool, silvery glow.

He walked up the stone path and stopped outside the quiet room where Yan Lingcang usually meditated. He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

A soft "Come in" came from inside.

Luo Yiyan pushed open the door and entered, seeing Yan Lingcang sitting cross-legged on a futon, his eyes slightly closed, his spiritual aura as calm and steady as a deep pool.

Hearing footsteps, Yan Lingcang slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Luo Yiyan, and asked calmly, "What is it?"

Luo Yiyan briefly recounted his encounter in the monster settlement that day, and finally took out the yellowed ancient book from his storage ring and presented it with both hands.

"Master, this contains a record of a formation similar to the protective array. My knowledge is limited, and I do not know how to repair it. I would like to ask Master for guidance."

Yan Lingcang took the ancient book, lowered his eyes and flipped through a few pages, his gaze lingering for a moment on a certain array pattern.

He closed the book, his face still expressionless, though his eyes flickered slightly.

He handed the ancient book back to Luo Yiyan: "I know about this matter. You don't need to worry about it anymore."

Luo Yiyan was slightly taken aback, but seeing that he had already said so, she didn't ask any more questions, obediently put away the ancient book, and nodded.

Yan Lingcang glanced at him, then changed the subject: "How's your swordsmanship coming along with the techniques I taught you?"

Luo Yiyan honestly replied, "I'm not very proficient yet. There are a few sword moves that I feel are not flowing smoothly, and I've been trying to figure them out for a long time but haven't been able to."

Yan Lingcang didn't say anything, but simply stood up, casually summoned a long sword, pushed open the door of the quiet room, and walked into the snow-covered area on the mountaintop that never melted.

Luo Yiyan quickly followed.

Moonlight blanketed the snowfield, and all was silent except for the occasional gust of wind that whipped up a few ice crystals, which shimmered like shattered silver in the moonlight.

Yan Lingcang stood still in the middle of the snow, his long sword pointing diagonally at the ground, the blade reflecting the moonlight and gleaming with a cool, clear light.

He didn't offer any further explanation, but simply tilted his head slightly, his voice as clear and cold as the snow on the mountaintop: "I will demonstrate once, watch carefully."

As soon as he finished speaking, the first sword strike was unleashed.

His movements weren't fast; he must have deliberately slowed them down so that Luo Yiyan could see the details clearly.

As he flicked his wrist, the sword's edge sliced ​​through the cold air, creating a clear, melodious sound like the striking of jade.

White robes fluttered on the snow, their hems billowing in the wind before falling back down. Sword light and moonlight intertwined, making it impossible to distinguish which was moonlight and which was sword intent.

His movements were extremely clean and swift; every turn and every sword strike was so precise it seemed to have been honed through countless trials.

The footprints left on the snow were quickly covered by the newly fallen snow, as if they had never been touched.

Luo Yiyan stood at the edge of the snow, gazing intently.

Yan Lingcang was usually cold and aloof, like an iceberg that never melts, making people afraid to approach him.

Yet, at this moment, as he wields his sword, he exudes a captivating charm that blends seamlessly with the heavens and earth, making him seem unapproachable and awe-inspiring.

Luo Yiyan suddenly understood why Yan Lingcang, despite being ruthless and indifferent, was still unforgettable to so many people in the cultivation world.

Just talking about it fills me with admiration.

Because his very existence is a symbol of morality.

Yan Lingcang sheathed his sword, turned around, and the moonlight cast a thin layer of silver frost on his shoulder.

He looked at Luo Yiyan: "Have you learned it?"

Luo Yiyan snapped back to reality, her mind still filled with the image of sword light intertwining with moonlight. She answered subconsciously, "I...I've learned it."

Yan Lingcang looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

Luo Yiyan felt embarrassed.

Yan Lingcang sighed softly and gestured for him to come over: "Never mind. Come here and get into position. I'll teach you step by step."

Luo Yiyan quickly picked up the sword.

Yan Lingcang walked to Luo Yiyan's side, raised his hand to grasp Luo Yiyan's wrist holding the sword, and lifted his arm a little higher.

Yan Lingcang's body temperature was low, and a slight chill could still seep through his sleeves, like the snow that never melts on a mountaintop.

He leaned slightly forward, placing his other hand on Luo Yiyan's left shoulder and pulling it back half an inch: "Your shoulders are too stiff. The essence of swordsmanship isn't in the sword itself, but in your body movements. When your shoulders are relaxed, your breath flows smoothly, and when your breath flows smoothly, your sword moves freely."

His voice was right next to Luo Yiyan's ear, deep and steady. His breath turned into a wisp of white mist in the cold air, brushing against Luo Yiyan's earlobe.

Luo Yiyan tensed up completely, and even her breathing unconsciously became lighter.

He tried to focus his attention on the tip of the sword, but Yan Lingcang's hand was holding his wrist. The touch was cool, but it felt burning hot to him.

His ears started to burn, his heart inexplicably skipped a few beats, and the tip of his sword trembled slightly.

Yan Lingcang glanced down at him: "Focus."

He controlled Luo Yiyan's posture, guiding him to swing the sword. After several attempts, he withdrew his hand, took a half-step back, and gestured for Luo Yiyan to try again.

Luo Yiyan took a deep breath and resumed his stance. This time, his sword moves were much smoother than before, and he vaguely possessed some of Yan Lingcang's aura.

Yan Lingcang nodded slightly. Although he didn't say anything to praise him, the approval in his eyes was obvious.

The two of them taught each other and practiced in the snow for almost half an hour without realizing it.

Luo Yiyan broke out in a thin layer of sweat, and the stray hairs on his forehead were dampened by the sweat and stuck to his temples.

Yan Lingcang sheathed his sword, turned around and walked back. As he passed by him, he inexplicably brushed a strand of wet hair from his forehead behind his ear.

After making this move, both of them were stunned.

Luo Yiyan hurriedly stepped back: "Master, it's getting late, I'll head back now."

Watching Luo Yiyan's somewhat hasty retreat, Yan Lingcang felt a pang of regret.

Why did you do such a rude thing just now?

It seems that his cultivation of the mind is still incomplete.