Seeing that female cultivator from Tianxia Tower today, and witnessing the methods of such a large organization, she finally understood how vast the world truly was.
She realized that the strength of the powerful came not only from their own abilities but also from the forces backing them, which could not be ignored.
She forced a smile, her heart surging with heroic ambition.
Over the years, she had reached her current position and level of cultivation not by settling for a quiet life in a corner, but by never backing down.
The marketplace in Conghe City was too peaceful; it didn't suit her.
She decided that once the matter with Chen Yuan was resolved, she would resign from the marketplace manager.
She wanted to be like she was before—one person, one pack, fighting through the cultivation world to temper herself and raise her cultivation.
She wanted to establish her own power after her cultivation increased—an organization that only accepted body cultivators.
Regardless of gender or spirit roots, she would teach everything she knew, passing on the legacy of body refining and even expanding it.
The world was vast and full of countless chances. As long as one had the heart for it, there would always be a place to make a mark.
It was true for that female cultivator from Tianxia Tower, true for those sect disciples, and it would be true for her as well.
...
Gu Ningyun was unaware of the capable female cultivator's thoughts. She was simply leaning against the ship's railing, thinking about the woman's previous moves against the background noise of a young boy throwing a tantrum.
Body refining combat was truly cool. Back when she was at Xiaoyao, she had intended to find a close-combat technique to practice.
How could she have forgotten about it after coming out for a trial?
She had even specifically taken out a blank jade slip to record the reminder.
Gu Ningyun patted her smooth, shiny bald head and clicked her tongue in self-reproach.
“What’s wrong?”
Wen Xuan reached out and patted the spot she had just reddened. “Don't go making yourself even sillier.”
Gu Ningyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. “I just forgot something. I’ll tell you later.”
With Chen Yuan's matter settled, everyone's attention shifted back to the young boy.
They looked at the child with varying degrees of admiration.
After everything that had happened, the boy was still single-mindedly rolling around on the ground in a tantrum. That was impressive in its own way.
If Gu Ningyun knew what they were thinking, she would have laughed and sighed inwardly. Children in the cultivation world matured earlier because they were nourished by spirit energy.
These people hadn't seen many scenes like this, so they were naturally shocked.
If they had been to Blue Star and seen certain 'bear kids,' they would think this was just a minor occurrence.
The boy was throwing his fit right in front of the flying boat, affecting business, so the female cultivator from Tianxia Tower naturally wouldn't ignore it.
“Hey, kid. I listened carefully to everything you just said.
You were saying you want to ride the flying boat, right?”
The female cultivator wore a relaxed smile, her tone sounding like she was talking to a peer.
This tone seemed to have a magical quality, instantly lowering the boy's guard and drawing his attention.
“Yes! I want to ride the flying boat! I don't want to walk to Donglin City; it's too far!”
He struggled to stop crying as he spoke, letting out two sobbing gasps in between, his body trembling.
“Can you make the decision to let me on the boat?”
The female cultivator didn't answer him directly. Instead, she relaxed her posture and leaned casually against the railing as if they were just chatting. “When I was your age, I had an experience just like yours.”
The boy couldn't help but perk up his ears. “You also wanted to ride a flying boat, but your elders made you walk?”
The female cultivator gave a dismissive smile. “I wasn't as childish as you.”
Those words stung the child a bit.
“Who are you calling childish? I’m not childish!”
The boy’s eyes widened, and his voice was loud.
“You say I’m childish and you weren't? Then what were you like back then?”
“Back then...”,
“I had a neighbor who was only a month older than me. Every day, he would brag in front of us about how brave he was and how many adventures he’d been on.
All my friends thought he was amazing and wanted him to be our leader.”
The female cultivator snorted, raising her eyebrows confidently. “Naturally, I wouldn't accept that!
It just so happened that my father was taking me on a long trip, and he insisted on taking a flying boat.
But I didn't want to take the boat. I wanted an adventure.”
As expected, the neighbor's kid was just as annoying everywhere!
The boy felt a deep sense of empathy and couldn't help but ask, “And then? Did you cry? Did your father agree?”
“I wasn't that stupid!”
The boy was stunned for a moment, not quite following.
The more he heard, the more uncomfortable he felt, though he couldn't say why.
He wanted to say something, but the female cultivator didn't give him the chance. “Let me tell you, when you communicate with adults, you have to use reason.
Otherwise, they won't understand what we're saying at all.”
Is that how it works?
Thinking about how difficult it was every time he tried to tell his grandfather something, the boy had a sudden epiphany.
So that was it.
He nodded heavily. “Exactly! My grandfather is just like that. He doesn't understand what I want at all and just keeps trying to drag me away.”
The surrounding cultivators didn't speak to interrupt, but they felt quite helpless in their hearts.
Had this kid forgotten that he was the one being unreasonable and wailing on the ground just a moment ago?
The way he was nodding made it seem like he had been perfectly reasonable and was communicating well with his grandfather all along.
The female cultivator remained unaffected, seemingly unbothered by the boy's previous tantrum. “I’m telling you, the point isn't whether my father agreed or not. The point is the adventure!
Of course, since you want to know what I did, I’ll tell you.
I told my father back then, ‘Once I’m six and have my spirit roots tested, I’ll have to start cultivating.
Since we have the chance now and plenty of time, why don't we just start a journey of experiential training? It’ll help broaden my horizons.
That way, when I start cultivating later, I’ll definitely be ahead of everyone my age.
We’ll take the main road where there are many cultivators passing by, and with you with me, Father, we don't need to worry about safety.’
I emphasized how it would benefit my cultivation and eased my father's concerns about safety, so of course, he agreed.”
The boy looked thoughtful after hearing this.
“Alright, alright. Let me tell you, that adventure was so interesting. I saw so many demon beasts I’d never seen before and encountered so many fun things.
When I went back after my training, all my friends were so jealous when I told them about it. Even that neighbor wanted to be my lackey!”
It could actually be like that?
The boy was deeply attracted by the scenes she described. His small mouth had unknowingly hung open, and his eyes were fixed on the female cultivator.
Only after she finished did he snap out of it, grabbing his grandfather's sleeve. “Grandpa, Grandpa! I don't want to ride the boat anymore! I want to walk! I want an adventure!
No, no—I want experiential training! It’s training! It’ll be good for my future cultivation!”
This time, he didn't throw a tantrum.
The old man squeezed the boy's hand reassuringly, then bowed gratefully to the female cultivator. “Thank you, Senior. Thank you so much.”
He was only a rogue cultivator at Qi Refining level ten. The boat fare of three hundred low-grade spirit stones would take him months to earn, and that was only if he didn't spend a single cent. He truly couldn't afford it.
The female cultivator's words had not only solved his grandson's behavioral problem but also given him a bit of an awakening.
So this was how you had to communicate with children to get results.
Earlier, when the situation seemed uncontrollable, he had almost wanted to hit the child.
But then he remembered how he had always used corporal punishment when his son was young, which only made him more rebellious as he grew up until he went completely astray.
Not wanting his grandson to repeat that mistake, he had been holding back.
Seeing the boy's transformation, the onlookers were also full of praise.
This was truly a case of being silver-tongued.
Without spending a single drop of spirit energy, she had perfectly resolved such a difficult situation.
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