Seven Degree Space

When Chuyan heard that, she felt a bit aggrieved, but on second thought, it actually made some sense.

It really is because my talent is too high that the Grandmaster rejected me! Thinking this, she blinked her pitiful, spring-water eyes and put on an innocent look as she asked:

"Since you forced me to submit that night and became my cheap Master, do you have any genius sword art for me to learn?"

Xiao Ran hated trouble, but since he'd taken on a tool disciple, it would be inexcusable not to teach her a labor-oriented sword art specifically for farm work.

"Hold out your hand."

"What for?"

"Checking your body!"

Chuyan was startled, then after a moment she reacted and cautiously extended her right hand.

Her hand was like a tender shoot, skin like congealed fat, slender as a boneless chicken fillet, pale with a hint of rosy pink. Her hand trembled slightly, pitiful, weak, and...

Whether it was seductive or not was anyone's guess.

Xiao Ran roughly grabbed her wrist at the pulse point.

He felt her pulse, using Resonance Power to listen to her heart meridian and examine her constitution.

At the same time, he flipped through the system Shop, searching for a low-grade sword art worth under 10 Filial Piety Points for her.

Soon, he found one that was extremely practical and perfectly matched her constitution and temperament—

The Sewing Needle Sword Art! Though this sword art was low-grade, its sword moves could perform all kinds of extreme micro-maneuvers—dismantling oxen with precision, weaving clothes, and all sorts of high-difficulty life skills. Having a heavenly princess help him earn Filial Piety Points—how wonderful would that be? Besides, he had to learn it first before teaching it to her, which was also useful for himself—killing two birds with one stone.

The price was only 8 Filial Piety Points, absurdly cheap. He could use it himself, then teach it to Chuyan. With her talent and compatibility, mastering ninety percent of its power would be a breeze. She could handle all the chores on the mountain by herself.

"Got it!"

Chuyan's face instantly turned green. Imagine how a pure, innocent girl who'd done nothing wrong felt when someone felt her pulse and said "got it"? Could it be that she'd been taken advantage of while asleep...

"What are you imagining?"

Xiao Ran quickly let go of her wrist.

"I have here a supreme martial art perfectly suited to your constitution and temperament, suspected to be Heaven Tier, called the Sewing Needle Sword Art. Do you want to learn it?"

Chuyan finally snapped out of it, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "What kind of trash sword art is that?"

"Only a tiny bit less than Heaven Tier—the Sewing Needle Sword Art."

"Not learning!"

Xiao Ran patiently persuaded her: "If you learn the Sewing Needle Sword Art, your Master will take you to the Sword Inheritance Assembly to climb the Sword Tomb, and you can pick a Lifebound Sword forged before the Dharma Ending Era."

Chuyan was suddenly shocked.

She knew what that meant, and she knew that with Xiao Ran's current status, taking her to inherit a sword wouldn't be hard.

But learning some low-grade Sewing Needle Sword Art with her talent was really a waste.

"Can you give me a slightly more serious sword art?"

"The Sewing Needle Sword Art is very serious. It can perform all kinds of extreme micro-maneuvers and is a perfect support sword art. For example, you can use it to weave beautiful clothes. Not only can you dress yourself up nicely, but you can also make some pretty clothes for the Grandmaster. Then will you still worry about the Grandmaster not doting on you? Imagine the Grandmaster wearing the clothes you designed and wove—wherever you want to show skin, you just open a slit..."

"I'll learn it."

After making sure Chuyan agreed, Xiao Ran purchased the Sewing Needle Sword Art.

"Purchase!"

Congratulations, Host! You have learned the max-level low-grade sword art—Sewing Needle Sword Art! (Consumed 8 Filial Piety Points, 80 Filial Piety Points remaining)

Xiao Ran's mind buzzed, instantly elevated.

In that single moment, his Sea of Consciousness became as clear as the Starry Sky.

Soon, all sorts of bizarre micro-maneuver sword moves appeared in his mind...

"Now, let your Master personally teach you the inner technique and sword moves."

The autumn sun was bright, and a gentle breeze blew.

The big Orange Cat "Fanghua" lazily sprawled on a Pine Root, watching Chuyan practice her sword. Setting aside species and build, her posture was quite similar to that of a certain Sword-Wielding Elder.

Chuyan followed the inner technique and moves Xiao Ran had given her, dancing her petite body across the Sword Plaza, swinging her sword in contemplation.

She quickly realized that Xiao Ran hadn't lied to her—this Sewing Needle Sword Art felt as if it had been tailor-made for her.

It just seemed a bit simple. She picked it up extremely fast, and soon everything clicked, reaching a remarkable level.

Though simple, it gave her a clear framework for action, stringing together many of her previously messy sword moves, refining them, and making her strikes more decisive, faster, and capable of hitting a thousand targets in one blow.

If Xiao Ran ever dared to take advantage of her body, she could castrate him in an instant, without even drawing blood.

A craftsman must first sharpen his tools to do his work. Having found a suitable sword art for his tool disciple, Xiao Ran declared—

Everyone move aside, I'm about to start filial piety!

Now, Xiao Ran's main focus for filial piety was maintaining his Master's body.

Besides regular massage and acupressure, he also started with dietary and wine supplements.

Every delicacy and wine had to be tailored to Master's constitution, ensuring she ate well and drank with delight while simultaneously providing a slow, steady cure for her chronic ailment.

First, he needed to drink more hot water.

Of course, Master didn't drink water.

Then he would drink more warm wine... plenty of warm wine!

Ordinary hot wine was usually warmed over a low flame and kept at a gentle heat, but it couldn't sustain warmth, and relying solely on temperature wasn't enough for proper warming and nourishment.

To achieve a better effect for warming the elixir field and nourishing the palace, Self-Heating Bacteria and Warm-Toning Herbs needed to be added.

The Warm-Toning Herbs could be obtained from Martial Aunt Yinyue.

As for Self-Heating Bacteria, Zongzhi Mountain had abundant geothermal fire, so such bacteria were plentiful—especially on Sword-Tempering Mountain, which was sure to have fire-type bacteria that nurtured sword patterns.

So.

Xiao Ran had two stops today.

First, Hundred Herbs Peak.

Second, Sword-Tempering Mountain.

Before that, Xiao Ran taught Chuyan how to use the Sewing Needle Sword Art to carefully harvest rice, Red Pear Petal Medicine, and Rapeseed Flower Honey in the valley.

After gathering the wine ingredients, he spent over an hour brewing pure Grade-Entry Rice Wine step by step, then sealed it in the Underground Cellar to ferment.

Before leaving, he warned Chuyan.

"Keep the cellar hidden, and whatever you do, don't let Master find it. Even if she does, you must threaten her with your life—do not let Master drink cold wine."

Chuyan's heart softened as she stared blankly at Xiao Ran.

"You understand women better than I do."

Xiao Ran gave a filial smile.

"As a disciple, it's only right."

Feeling like Xiao Ran was hinting at something wildly, Chuyan suddenly asked, "Even though it's unlikely, if I ever got my period too, would you warm wine for me?"

I'd pat your dog head and say: drink more hot water.

Xiao Ran hid that thought, dotingly patting his tool-disciple's dog head.

"You don't drink anyway... I'll make you a Seven Degree Space."

Chuyan's little face froze, a hint of first-love innocence rising faintly.

"Seven Degree Space? What's that?"

Xiao Ran smiled.

"A high-level spatial technique."

After wrapping up, he hurried off to the Orchard.

Chunwa and Qiuchan had already eaten their fill, sprawled out asleep in the Vegetable Garden, faces smeared red and purple like they'd been beaten up.

The red was strawberry juice, the purple grape juice.

Xiao Ran ignored them.

He first picked some grade-entry strawberries and grapes from the Orchard, then grabbed a few dozen cucumbers and papayas from the Vegetable Garden, packing them all together.

Only then did he scoop up the two girls, toss them into the air, wake them up with a bit of physical stimulation, and step onto his sword, flying north toward Hundred Herbs Peak.

"What are you doing!"

"Where is this!"

"Put us down! We haven't even practiced dog-paddling in the hot springs yet—how can we go back like this?"

"Damn purple grapes, fermenting into wine in my stomach, making us drunk and fall asleep!"

The two girls cried and fussed in the air, struggling hysterically, but couldn't break free from Xiao Ran's demonic grip.

"What's the rush? I'm taking you to Hundred Herbs Peak for some Strawberry Planting."