Xuanjian: I am the tenth son of Zhenchi, and I plot to seize the throne from Zhenlong.

Suddenly, Ye Chaosheng, who was in his sleep, realized something and opened his eyes abruptly. He looked at Shunzai sitting by his bedside with a helpless expression.

"Senior sister, there is a difference between men and women. Even if you are fellow disciples, you shouldn't just come in like that."

He got up, jumped off the bed, and moved away from the smiling woman. He had said this several times already. Ever since he accepted the bottle of spiritual items she gave him, his senior sister had been coming to his place every few days for the past half month.

At first, she would only reveal her presence at the doorway, letting people know, but she went further and further, and now she even sat directly on the edge of his bed.

Ye Chaosheng didn't know what kind of cultivation technique his second senior sister practiced, or why she had to cultivate the art of concealing her aura to such an extent that when she used it, her aura was as if she were dead, and he had to concentrate fully to detect it when he was awake.

"Huh? You took my spirit creature, and now you're telling me there's a difference between men and women?"

Shunzai took the opportunity to kick off her shoes and lay down on Ye Chaosheng's bed, crossing her legs. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, her long skirt slipped down, revealing half of her fair calves, with only her shoes kicking on her feet.

Ye Chaosheng didn't want to reveal that he hadn't used the spiritual item, and seeing the woman's behavior, he became even more wary. He frowned and said, "Junior brother will return one to you in the future. Also, this is junior brother's bedroom, so senior sister, please... be more dignified."

Shunzai felt bored, stood up, took a few steps to Ye Chaosheng, and casually shoved him: "Look at you, so stingy, as if I'm going to eat you up. Dream on. Come out with me."

Ye Chaosheng sighed, but he couldn't very well send the person away. Just as he stepped out of the house, something was stuffed into his arms. He picked it up and saw that it was a long sword.

Shunzai had already sat down in the courtyard, his tone wistful: "Oh dear, what a waste of my kindness! I went to great lengths to forge this sword, and all I get is complaints about being a nuisance. They won't even give me a sip of water."

Ye Chaosheng opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. He could only obsequiously take a teapot from the house, pour tea for Shunzai, and say in a muffled voice, "Junior brother was wrong. Chaosheng thanks senior sister for the sword."

"Anything else?"

"And...and spirits."

Shunzai took a sip of tea and said irritably, "Alright, look at you, do you even know how to use it?"

Ye Chaosheng shook his head, his eyes filled with hope: "Senior sister, do you know how to use it? Can you teach me? I can... I can... I'll repay you when I find the spiritual object."

"Sure, but I doubt you'll find any spiritual objects. Just let me know when you're leaving the sea so I can take you with me."

The woman immediately patted the storage bag at her waist and took out several frayed pieces of paper.

Ye Chaosheng glanced enviously at the storage bag at her waist. The island was incredibly poor; only the old Taoist priest and Shunzai possessed such a thing. When he first saw it, he thought it was some kind of wondrous magic and begged her to teach him, which earned him a round of laughter from her.

A few sheets of paper were placed on the table. Shunzai said casually, "I don't know about places further away, but there aren't many people around here who can use a sword well. There's nothing advanced, and even if there were, it wouldn't be my turn. Take a look at these basics first, and I'll show you how to use them later."

The woman lowered her head to drink her tea, then looked up to see Ye Chaosheng scratching his head as he flipped through the papers. She immediately understood and chuckled, "You can't read?"

Ye Chaosheng nodded blankly. In his spare time, he also wanted the people on the island to teach him, but obviously, the old Taoist and his disciples would not teach the livestock anything other than farming and raising livestock.

Most mortals struggle to even count to a few dozen, let alone read; they would only kowtow and kneel before him. Although Senior Brother Yan readily agreed upon learning of this, he only taught him for half a day before going into seclusion.

"So how did you learn your martial arts?"

He naturally had a plan in mind for this question, and pretended to be embarrassed as he said, "I used to herd cattle and feed chickens for people. I would draw the characters on a piece of cloth and then ask other people about them one by one. There weren't many characters on the cloth, and that's how I learned it."

Shunzai nodded thoughtfully, finished his tea, and teased, "You look so dull, but I didn't expect you to be so clever. Alright, I can teach you to read first. It's hard work, so how do you plan to repay your senior sister?"

Ye Chaosheng was overjoyed. If he could find a Qi cultivation method one day after he learned to read, he could start practicing directly. He also wouldn't let go of those few pages of paper for learning swordsmanship, as they could improve his skills.

But he was penniless at the moment, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "I have learned swordsmanship and have acquired skills. If I encounter a spiritual object at sea, I will have a chance to obtain it. If it is of use to my senior sister, please feel free to take it."

Upon hearing this, Shunzai grinned from ear to ear: "I am a sixth-stage cultivator, and you are far less skilled than me. You even dared to give me an IOU. You're just a smooth talker. I don't believe your promises."

Her eyes darted around, and she changed the subject, chuckling, "Well then, tell me honestly, with your silver tongue and good looks, how many girls have you fooled?"

Ye Chaosheng's face flushed slightly. He couldn't understand why the woman in front of him had suddenly brought up this topic.

Shunzai didn't give him time to think and immediately demanded, "Hurry up! Tell the truth. I can tell if you're telling the truth or not. If you don't, I won't teach you to read!"

"No!"

"No?"

Ye Chaosheng pictured Ershan's face and nodded earnestly.

"Tch, you're lying. Alright, learning to read isn't something that happens overnight. I'll start by teaching you swordsmanship from these few pages, so you can learn them all at once."

Shunzai curled his lip in disbelief, drank the tea in his cup in one gulp, pressed the empty cup down on the paper, and stood behind Ye Chaosheng, pressing his body against him.

Feeling the woman's breath on his ear and the strange touch on his back, Ye Chaosheng stiffened and was about to step away when Shunzai grabbed his hands.

"Senior sister... what are you doing? Weren't you supposed to be teaching me to read and swordsmanship?"

Shunzai's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he said in a low voice, "You don't know anything, so I have to show you and explain it to you while I demonstrate. What? Are you ashamed?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Chaosheng seemed to recall something, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and his body went limp, remaining silent.

Sensing Ye Chaosheng's sudden compliance, Shunzai was slightly surprised. Knowing that too much of a good thing could be bad, he didn't say anything more and instead led Ye Chaosheng to slowly wield their swords.

"No, buddy? Does this guy really have that many female admirers?" Jiang Shi stared in disbelief.

A few days ago, seeing that Ye Chaosheng had settled down on the island, he hitched a ride with Shunfeng Yao to visit several other islands and collected a lot of cultivation techniques along the way.

A few days ago, he sensed that Ye Chaosheng's fate was fluctuating again, so he rushed back and was shocked by what he saw.

Seeing the two of them getting into the swing of swordsmanship, Jiang Shi was speechless. He cursed the scumbag in his heart and then closed his eyes to organize the martial arts techniques he had gathered in his mind.