Emei People, Emei Soul

"Hm?"

Looking at what he had won from the lottery, Gu Shao'an raised an eyebrow, a flicker of joy passing through his heart.

"First, I got a golden entry like Sudden Enlightenment, and now I've drawn a special purple entry like Drawing Sword Like a Rainbow. Could Emei really be my land of fortune?"

Drawing Sword Like a Rainbow, as its name suggested, allowed anyone who acquired this entry to draw a sword like a rainbow even without any prior training.

Its effect was no less than that of someone who had spent twenty years painstakingly practicing special martial arts such as the Sword Drawing Technique and Sword Drawing Art.

Unlike talent entries, which automatically bound themselves to the player once obtained,

entries acquired through the roulette lottery required Gu Shao'an to actively bind them before they could take effect.

After Gu Shao'an successfully bound the Drawing Sword Like a Rainbow entry, streams of information appeared out of thin air in his mind.

They were precisely the key points and techniques to be aware of when drawing a sword.

At the same time, Gu Shao'an felt waves of energy appear within both his arms out of nowhere.

In an instant, Gu Shao'an felt a scorching heat rise through his arms.

It was as though both arms had been submerged in heated water.

If someone could observe the inside of Gu Shao'an's arms, they would discover that his meridians, muscles, and bones were all strengthening at an astonishing rate.

It continued for a hundred breaths before the burning sensation in Gu Shao'an's arms gradually subsided.

He rolled up his sleeves and looked. His arms were still fair, but they were slightly more muscular than before, though they otherwise looked no different from those of an ordinary person.

After swinging them once, Gu Shao'an felt as if his arms had undergone years of intense training. They had become extraordinarily powerful.

Turning his head to look around the room, Gu Shao'an's gaze suddenly settled on a sheathed wooden sword hanging from the bamboo wall, only two feet long.

The scabbard was finely carved with patterns, though its surface had been coated with tung oil.

Taking the scabbard down from the wall, he pulled out the wooden sword and examined it. Though there were several chips around its blade, it had not rotted due to the coating of tung oil.

Holding the wooden sword, Gu Shao'an walked to the center of the Bamboo Hut and raised his right hand.

The instant his palm and fingers touched the hilt, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

It was as if this hand had gripped a sword countless times before.

Gu Shao'an slowly closed his eyes, his right hand resting loosely over the hilt.

At the same time, as he grasped the sword, Gu Shao'an adjusted his breathing. Once his heart had calmed, he gradually entered a unique state.

The moment his breathing steadied, even his senses seemed to become much sharper.

Then, Gu Shao'an's hand, which had been loosely resting on the hilt, suddenly clenched tight around it.

"Whoosh!"

As the wooden sword left its scabbard, the explosive force behind it sent a streak of light flashing through the air.

Because the sword had been drawn too quickly, it even produced a faint piercing whistle as it swung, like an arrow released from the bowstring.

With this strike, not to mention ordinary people, even martial artists who had cultivated inner force and entered the Acquired Realm would find it difficult to defend themselves if caught unprepared.

It was hard to imagine that such a lightning-fast strike had come from the hand of a boy not yet thirteen years old.

"As expected of a special entry. Its effect is truly powerful!"

Gu Shao'an, meanwhile, nodded in satisfaction after testing the effects of his new entry.

As the saying went, "Emei people, Emei souls—once you enter Emei, a sword clings to your side!"

Emei primarily focused on swordsmanship, palm techniques, and martial arts.

Aside from granting Gu Shao'an an attack method similar to the Sword Drawing Art, the Drawing Sword Like a Rainbow entry also enhanced his arms, making his sword-drawing speed faster than that of ordinary martial artists.

The benefits were self-evident.

After one of Emei's adopted servants, one without cultivation talent, delivered hot water and food, Gu Shao'an ate, washed up, and went to bed early.

With the back of his head resting on his arm, thoughts churned endlessly through Gu Shao'an's mind.

Now that he had successfully entered Emei and even become Miejue's personal disciple, Gu Shao'an temporarily had a place to settle down.

Moreover, as far as Gu Shao'an knew, nothing major would happen on Emei Sect's side over the next ten years.

In other words, after joining Emei, Gu Shao'an would have ten peaceful years to prepare.

Gu Shao'an knew full well that the world he was in was magnificent and vast, but he also knew that danger filled every corner of it.

For Gu Shao'an, what he needed to do now was devote himself fully to improving his own strength.

The next day.

Early morning.

At dawn, thin clouds and mist still lingered around the rear mountain of Emei.

Looking into the distance, the mountain peaks appeared and disappeared amid the thick fog.

Inside the Bamboo Hut, Gu Shao'an sat cross-legged on the bed. His abdomen rose and fell with each breath, sometimes slow and deep, sometimes rapid.

As his breathing surged, the qi within Gu Shao'an's body flowed gently along a fixed route.

Not until the clouds and mist over the rear mountain dispersed and sunlight filled the area did a notification quietly pop up before Gu Shao'an.

Practiced a Breathing Technique for half an hour. Achievement Points +1.

After glancing at the notification, Gu Shao'an slowly ceased his breathing exercise.

Though he had sat cross-legged for nearly half an hour, Gu Shao'an did not feel any numbness in his legs. In fact, his spirits were even more vigorous than before he began cultivating.

Emei Breathing Technique (Beginner)—Proficiency: 2/100.

The reason Breathing Techniques were difficult to cultivate was that one could not clearly know one's progress, leading to boredom and restlessness.

As a result, cultivation gradually became nothing more than painful, tedious sitting.

If one could know one's cultivation progress every time, that sense of tedium would naturally be greatly reduced.

Still, half an hour had only increased his Breathing Technique progress by 1 point.

At this rate, it would take another forty-nine hours for the Qi Foundation within his body to grow and condense into inner force.

This progress was truly somewhat slow.

Shaking his head and suppressing the thoughts in his mind, Gu Shao'an stood up and stretched his limbs slightly.

"Junior Brother Gu?"

At that moment, Zhao Jingxuan's voice came from outside the courtyard.

Gu Shao'an opened the door, and the first people he saw were Zhao Jingxuan and Zhou Zhiruo, bathed in sunlight.

The morning sun was gentle, draping their plain robes in a warm glow.

Zhou Zhiruo in particular looked even more radiant beneath the dawn light, her delicate features shining softly.

They said beauty soothed the heart.

Seeing such a pretty little girl first thing in the morning truly made one's eyes brighten and lifted one's spirits.

As the thought flashed through his mind, Gu Shao'an quickly stepped out of the room and walked over to the two of them.

"Greetings, Eldest Senior Sister. Greetings, Fourth Senior Sister."

Gu Shao'an had already changed into Emei attire.

His plain robe was mainly blue and white, like snow atop Emei Mountain reflecting the color of pine trees—cold and clear, symbolizing the purity of one's character and swordsmanship.

His hair was also tied up with a blue ribbon.

Though it was only the simple attire of a personal disciple, paired with Gu Shao'an's handsome features and composed bearing, anyone who saw him could not help but silently praise him.