At this moment, he stopped recalling how his master had taught him in the past, and stopped trying to teach his disciple the way his master had taught him.
Everyone was different.
His disciple was also different from how he had been in his youth.
It was as if he had suddenly had an epiphany, understanding how to be a good master.
Yi Chu thought about his disciple's experiences and personality, as well as her unique traits, and a clear thought flashed through his mind—
His disciple was already extremely strict with herself, and she was already exceptionally outstanding.
As her master, except for situations like facing the great demon's remnant thoughts—where tempering her will was a rare and precious opportunity—perhaps he didn't need to be so strict in other harmless matters.
What his disciple needed was not external pressure or shackles; what she gave herself was already more than enough.
What she needed more, and what he, as her master, wanted to give her, was the love of family and elders.
He wanted to make up for the love his disciple had missed during her six years in the Gu family.
And even give her more.
As the sun set, the single hour from that moment until the moon reached the middle of the sky was the period of the day when the purple qi and lunar power were at their weakest.
The Wangshu flower opened a tiny gap.
He took out a meditation mat and levitated it level with the edge of the Wangshu. “Disciple.”
Gu Ningyun clung to the tip of the flower bud, poking her head out of the tiny opening. “Yes?”
From that day on, whenever this time came, Yi Chu would tell his disciple stories.
They were called stories, but to be precise, they were the history of the cultivation world.
This single hour also became the moment Gu Ningyun looked forward to the most each day.
She hadn't noticed before, but her master actually had a great talent for storytelling.
The history of the cultivation world, which was originally dry and boring—the kind of content in the library that even Book Peak disciples would fall asleep reading—was polished by her master and presented one by one in the form of short stories.
It was like brilliant 3D movies playing in her mind one after another as her master narrated.
She felt as if she were right there, experiencing the thrills, excitement, cleverness, and gravity of it all...
Aside from the history of the cultivation world, her master would occasionally talk about old sect affairs, some from their Spirit-Attuning Peak and some from other peaks.
Gu Ningyun lay on the petals, her eyes bright and spirited, the discomfort in her sea of consciousness seemingly cast to the winds.
The petals of the Wangshu were very soft and fragrant.
The warm orange light of the setting sun enveloped her master, as if casting a golden border around him.
She vaguely felt that something about her master had changed.
She couldn't quite put her finger on it.
She only felt a warm energy, along with the warm orange sunset, slowly flowing into the depths of her heart.
Her anxiety over being a cannon fodder female supporting character, her feeling of being unattached and helpless, her insecurity, and her fear of lacking strength all faded significantly.
She seemed to feel more at ease in her heart.
...
Of course she couldn't put her finger on it.
In her past life, she had friends, teachers, and classmates.
So she could feel friendship, the bond between teacher and student, and the camaraderie of fellow disciples.
But she had been an orphan in both lives, never having experienced a mother's love, a father's love, or the love of relatives.
How could she be sensitive enough to realize that this energy was, in fact, a form of love?
How could she realize that this was a love she had never felt before?
It was not mixed with any self-interest, nor was it out of duty.
There was no anxious expectation of an heir, no desire for her to become a dragon or a phoenix.
It was simply the most ordinary master's simplest love for his junior.
...
As the days passed, the condition of Gu Ningyun's sea of consciousness improved day by day, and her meridians had long since entered a stable state of consolidation.
The short stories her master told also gradually filled the gaps in her knowledge of the cultivation world's history.
A month later, she had completely finished the two sets of pills. The damaged areas of her sea of consciousness and meridians had already fully healed, and they were even a bit more resilient than before.
The star power that had been completely depleted in her body was also replenished to a level of balance with her wind spirit energy.
Yi Chu waved his sleeve, lifting her up, and rode the wind, flying in the direction of Xiaoyao.
He said, “Although the Wangshu is good, its lunar qi is too heavy. Over time, it will cause an imbalance of yin and yang.
You are already an Innate Star Body that can channel all star power, which is the best constitution for cultivating star power. You do not need the assistance of these external items.”
The Wuji Mountain Range quickly receded behind them.
On the highest peak, no trace of the outsiders could be found anymore.
A pair of round ears poked out from behind a boulder and twitched twice.
Sensing no anomaly, the ears moved upward, revealing a simple-looking character for “king” on its forehead and a pair of wide, round eyes.
“Roar~ They're gone, they're gone! It's great that they're gone!”
With a roar, the owner of the ears leaped out from behind the boulder, jumping to the edge of the spring in two bounds.
The other eight rank five demon beasts gathered around.
The Wangshu slowly bloomed under the moonlight, and lunar power poured down from between its petals. The demon beasts couldn't resist deeply inhaling a wisp of it.
“Eh?”
The nine demon beasts opened their eyes in unison. “This lunar power seems to have become a bit more pure.”
Gu Ningyun knew nothing of what transpired afterward at Mount Wuji.
She stood steadily beside her master, stepping on the solid wind, her face full of novelty.
“Master, what spell is this?”
“The Wind-Riding Technique.
What can you see with your naked eyes?”
Was her master going to teach her?
There was nothing beneath her feet or around her body, completely unobstructed, yet she could stand firmly as if on solid ground.
An even force enveloped her entire body, carrying her forward at a rapid pace.
Her master said it was the Wind-Riding Technique, yet she didn't feel any wind blowing against her, nor did she see any azure wind spirit energy swirling beneath her feet or around her.
They were flying high in the sky. Far from the scenery merely receding quickly, they practically crossed a city in a single breath, a speed ten thousand times faster than her sword-kinesis.
She voiced her observations, and Yi Chu said, “Close your eyes, and observe with your divine sense.”
She extended her divine sense.
Even though she had seen nothing with her naked eyes, her divine sense could feel countless wisps of wind spirit energy radiating from beneath her master's feet.
This spirit energy was extremely fine, every single strand blending into the surrounding airflow.
Her divine sense extended to an arm's length away, suddenly coming to a halt.
This distance of an arm's length seemed to be an invisible boundary, with the inside and outside of the boundary being two completely different spaces.
No, not spaces. To be precise, they were two completely different states.
Any more than that, and she couldn't quite explain the reasoning.
Yi Chu nodded and said, “Once a cultivator reaches the Golden Core stage, they can stand in midair and even fly out of thin air.
This kind of levitation uses the rich spirit energy in the dantian to support oneself. It consumes an immense amount of spirit energy, and the speed is not particularly fast.
Therefore, even when cultivators reach the Golden Core or Nascent Soul stages, most still rely on object-kinesis flight, which saves more spirit energy and is faster.”
“Master, do you mean that riding the wind has little to do with this kind of midair levitation?”
“My disciple is clever.”
Yi Chu smiled, his eyes curving. “I use a spell to mobilize spirit energy, releasing it from beneath my feet and blending it into the surrounding airflow.
Whichever direction we fly, the airflow is guided to flow in that direction.
The flowing airflow is wind.
We seem to be flying by stepping on the wind, but in truth, the wind spirit energy is completely integrated with the wind. The wind is me, and I am the wind.”
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