Seven Degree Space

Chuyan heard this, a hint of resentment welling up inside her. Upon closer reflection, however, it actually made some sense.

Of course my talent is too high, that's why Grandmaster rejected me! Thinking this, she blinked her touching, spring-water-filled eyes and asked with feigned obedience,

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

Although Xiao Ran feared trouble, since he had taken on a tool apprentice, it would be completely unjustifiable not to pass down a specialized farm-labor sword art meant for chores.

"Stretch out your hand."

"What for?"

"Physical examination!"

Chuyan was startled, taking a moment to react before extending her right hand with extreme vigilance.

Her hand was like a tender reed shoot, her skin like congealed fat, delicate like boneless chicken fillet, tender pink showing through the white. Her hand posture was frail and slightly trembling—pitiful, weak, and also...

Whether it was flirtatious or not, he had no way of knowing.

Xiao Ran roughly pinched the pulse point on her wrist.

He took her pulse, listened to her heart vessels with the power of resonance, and checked her constitution.

At the same time, he flipped through the system shop to scout out unranked sword arts worth fewer than 10 filial piety points for her.

Soon, he discovered a sword art that was both exceedingly practical and perfectly matched to her constitution and temperament—

Sewing Needle Sword Art! Although this sword art was unranked, it could use sword moves to complete all kinds of extreme micro-operations: carving an ox with the skill of Pao Ding, weaving clothes, and various high-difficulty life skills. Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a proud heavenly princess help him earn filial piety points? Moreover, this sword art required Xiao Ran to learn it first before passing it on, which was also very useful to him personally, making it a case of killing two birds with one stone.

The price was a mere 8 filial piety points, outrageously cheap. He could use it himself and then teach it to Chuyan; with her talent and adaptability, learning ninety percent of its mastery would be a breeze, and she could take care of all the chores on the mountain entirely by herself.

"Got it!"

Chuyan's face turned green in an instant. One could imagine what a pure young girl who had done nothing wrong felt like when someone took her pulse and said she got it. Could it be that while she was asleep at night, she had been...

"What random things are you thinking about?"

Xiao Ran hurriedly released her wrist.

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

Only then did Chuyan react. Letting out a breath of relief, she asked, "What kind of crappy sword art is that?"

"The Sewing Needle Sword Art, which is only a tiny, teeny bit inferior to Heaven Tier sword arts."

"Not learning it!"

Xiao Ran earnestly persuaded, "If you learn the Sewing Needle Sword Art, this Master will take you to the Sword Inheritance Assembly to climb the Sword Tomb, and you can also pick a lifebound sword forged before the Dharma Ending Era."

Chuyan gave a sudden start.

She knew what this meant, and she also knew that with Xiao Ran's current status, taking her for sword succession wouldn't be difficult.

It was just that learning some unranked Sewing Needle Sword Art with her talent was truly a trap.

"Can you change me to a slightly more serious sword art?"

"The Sewing Needle Sword Art is very serious. It can accomplish all kinds of extreme micro-operations and is the perfect auxiliary sword art. For example, you can use this sword art to weave pretty clothes, not only dressing yourself up all pretty, but also making some nice clothes for Grandmaster to wear. Will you have to worry about Grandmaster not doting on you in the future? Imagine what Grandmaster will look like wearing the clothes you designed and wove—wherever you want to show skin, you just cut a slit..."

"I'll learn it."

Ensuring that Chuyan agreed, Xiao Ran then purchased the Sewing Needle Sword Art.

Purchase successful!
Congratulations to the host for acquiring max-level unranked sword art—Sewing Needle Sword Art! (Consumed 8 filial piety points, remaining 80 filial piety points)

Xiao Ran's brain buzzed, instantly sublimating.

In just a split second, his sea of consciousness became as clear as the starry sky.

Soon, various bizarre micro-operation sword moves appeared in his mind...

"Now, let Master teach you the mental cultivation method and sword moves hand in hand."

The autumn light 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 race and body shape, her posture actually looked quite a bit like a certain Sword-Wielding Elder.

Following the mental method and moves given by Xiao Ran, Chuyan waved her petite body, swinging her sword and pondering on the Sword Plaza.

She soon discovered that Xiao Ran hadn't lied to her; this Sewing Needle Sword Art seemed custom-made for her.

She just felt it was a bit simple. Her learning curve was extremely fast, and soon everything connected, reaching an impressive realm.

Although simple, it gave her a clear action guideline, stringing together many of her previously cluttered sword moves, discarding the dross and selecting the essential, making her sword strikes more decisive and swift, one strike containing ten thousand variations.

If Xiao Ran dared to bully her body, she could castrate him in the blink of an eye without even shedding a drop of blood.

An artisan must first sharpen their tools if they are to do good work. Having scouted out the tool apprentice's sword art, Xiao Ran announced—

Step aside, everyone, Laozi is about to start practicing filial piety!

Right now, Xiao Ran's main direction of filial piety was nourishing Master's body.

Aside from regular tui-na and massages, he also had to start with food and wine therapy.

All delicacies and wines had to be custom-tailored to Master's constitution, allowing Master to eat well and drink heartily while slowly treating her chronic ailments.

First, drink more hot water.

Of course, Master didn't drink water.

Then drink more hot wine... large amounts of hot wine!

Ordinary hot wine was warmed using a gentle flame and then kept warm; it couldn't provide continuous heat, and relying solely on temperature, the warming and nourishing immersion was insufficient.

If one wanted to pursue the higher therapeutic effects of warming the elixir field and moistening the womb, they needed to add self-heating bacteria and warm-toning herbs.

The warm-toning herbs could be requested from Martial Aunt Yinyue.

As for self-heating bacteria, the earthfire of Zongzhi Mountain was very strong, and there were many such bacteria there, especially on Sword-Tempering Mountain, which surely had fire-type bacteria that nourished sword patterns.

Therefore.

Xiao Ran had two itineraries for today.

One, Hundred Herbs Peak.

Two, Sword-Tempering Mountain.

Before that, Xiao Ran taught Chuyan how to use the Sewing Needle Sword Art to precisely harvest rice grains, red pear petal medicine, and rapeseed flower honey in the valley.

After gathering the wine ingredients, he spent a full hour step by step brewing genuine grade-entry rice wine, after which he sealed it into the underground cellar, waiting for it to ferment and brew.

Before leaving, he admonished Chuyan.

"Hide the cellar well, and absolutely don't let Master find it. Even if it gets discovered, you must use your death to coerce her and prevent Master from drinking cold wine."

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

"You actually understand women better than I do."

Xiao Ran performed a bit of filial piety.

"As a person's apprentice, it's only right."

Always feeling like Xiao Ran was wildly hinting at something, Chuyan suddenly asked:

"Though it's impossible, what if I also got my period? Would you brew warm hot wine for me too?"

I would stroke your dog head and say: Drink more hot water.

Xiao Ran hid his inner thoughts and dotingly stroked the tool apprentice's dog head.

"You don't even drink alcohol... I'll build a Seven Degree Space for you."

Chuyan's small face froze, a trace of first-love-like pure affection faintly rising.

"Seven Degree Space? What is that?"

Xiao Ran smiled.

"A high-tier spatial spell."

Having finished his instructions, he hurried without stopping to the orchard.

Chunwa and Qiuchan had long since eaten their fill, lying sprawled in the vegetable garden and sleeping, their faces red in one patch and purple in another as if they had been beaten up.

The red was strawberry juice, and the purple was grape juice.

Xiao Ran ignored them.

First, he picked some grade-entry strawberries and grapes in the orchard, and then went to the vegetable garden to pick dozens of cucumbers and papayas, packing them all up to take along.

Only then did he hoist the two little girls up, toss them into the sky, and after a round of physical awakening, he stepped on his sword and soared toward Hundred Herbs Peak in the north.

"What are you doing!"

"Where is this!"

"Let us down quickly! We haven't even gone to the hot springs to practice doggy paddle yet. How can we just go back like this?"

"This damn purple grape actually fermented into wine inside our bellies, causing us to fall asleep from drunkenness!"

The two little girls cried and made a fuss in midair, struggling hysterically, yet they couldn't break free from Xiao Ran's iron claws no matter what.

"What's the rush? I'm taking you to Hundred Herbs Peak to plant strawberries."