Master Bestows Colorful Feathers

On the second floor not far away.

Guang Ling, propped on the windowsill, said to Mo Ziqian, who had also watched the entire event, "The Meng brothers are truly terrible, to treat their own sister like that."

Mo Ziqian marveled, "This Princess Anli shows some resilience. It's hard to imagine how she reached the North Sea after her inner core was dug out, and how she knelt for ten days and nights there."

Guang Ling's dark brows furrowed slightly, showing his displeasure, "I could do that too."

Mo Ziqian chuckled helplessly, "What's there to compare?"

Guang Ling snorted, "Naturally, I cannot lose to a young woman."

Mo Ziqian's smile widened, "Mm, it's best if you can be stronger than her in every aspect."

"That goes without saying."

Yuan Tuo brought Meng Anli to the Qin Studio within the Yi Studio.

This courtyard was quite a distance from the neighboring studio.

Beneath a peach tree in the courtyard sat a guqin.

The entire courtyard was arranged with fresh elegance, the gentle breeze carrying melodies.

"This doesn't look like the kind of courtyard a brother would live in."

"Oh?" Yuan Tuo raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Then whose courtyard does it look like?"

"It looks like..." Meng Anli's mind conjured an image of a refined and elegant face, and she whispered, "Where Great Emperor Dangmo lives."

"So clever!"

Meng Anli was surprised, what did that mean? Was Great Emperor Dangmo here too?

She saw Yuan Tuo walk to the entrance and respectfully bow, "Master."

She also quickly followed suit, then felt the bow was not respectful enough and wanted to kneel.

A voice like flowing spring water came from inside, "Enter."

"Yes."

Yuan Tuo gestured for Meng Anli to go in.

Meng Anli nervously pushed open the door.

The window behind the room was wide open, a peach blossom peeking in, its petals occasionally falling into the pond, creating ripples.

Before the window, a Deity even more beautiful than the peach blossoms leaned back leisurely, a book in his right hand, held before his meticulously sculpted face, while his left hand stroked a small lion.

The wind carried the scent of peach blossoms and also blew his ink-black hair.

Meng Anli was momentarily stunned, only snapping back to reality when the sound of the door closing behind her echoed. She quickly lowered her head and bowed.

"Greetings, Great Emperor Dangmo. I deeply apologize for my ignorance and any offenses I may have caused before. I hope you can forgive me."

"Heh!" Yun Jing closed the book and tossed it onto a small table, "And what if I don't forgive you?"

Meng Anli was startled by the voice, He won't forgive me?

She looked at herself, contemplating what would be best to offer him.

Since she couldn't bear to part with anything, she bowed again, "I shall accept any punishment the Great Emperor deems fit."

"Lift your head."

Meng Anli looked up and her gaze flickered to the small table, seeing the book's title: "Water Arts."

Her eyes unconsciously brightened, her heart pounding with excitement.

A faint smile appeared on Yun Jing's stern face, but his words were quite malicious.

"Your eyes are indeed quite beautiful."

Meng Anli's eyelids twitched, "They look good because they're lively. If they were detached from my face and became lifeless objects, they'd be worse than dead fish eyes."

"I do have a method to preserve them completely."

Meng Anli's eyelids twitched again, and sweat broke out on her forehead from anxiety.

But in her desperation, inspiration struck.

She quickly analyzed the situation.

Yuan Tuo called him Master, and Yuan Tuo brought her here, so Yuan Tuo's actions towards her today were known and approved by him.

And now he was holding a book titled "Water Arts." Was he planning to teach her?

"Thump~"

She decisively knelt down, her peach-blossom eyes looking up at him, "Please, Master, forgive me."

Yun Jing's smile deepened, clearly pleased with her perceptiveness.

He asked, "You're not calling me Great Emperor anymore?"

"Great Emperor is a title of respect. I fear I am not worthy to call you Master, but since you have already guided me and sent Brother Yuan Tuo to my aid, it proves you do not find me too foolish."

"Yuan Tuo..." Yun Jing's smile vanished. "Brother?"

"Yes, he took pity on me, his disciple, and made me his sworn sister."

Meng Anli quickly and briefly recounted what had just happened.

Yun Jing nodded slightly. "He's right. You'll amount to something in the future. Don't let anyone bully you and bring shame to the name of my Beiming."

"Yes," Meng Anli beamed, her peach blossom eyes sparkling. Her master had acknowledged her.

"Thank you, Master!"

Yun Jing picked up the book. "These Water Arts are specifically for water cultivators. They can be used regardless of level, but the higher the level, the greater the power unleashed."

Meng Anli received them with both hands. "Thank you, Master."

"The Meng family won't give up easily. Your current level is too weak, so I'll give you two colorful feathers. They can accelerate your movement, and they'll get faster as your abilities improve."

Yun Jing raised his hand, and two beautiful feathers lay in his palm.

Meng Anli clasped her hands together gratefully. "Thank you, Master, for this treasure."

Yun Jing's slender wrist flipped, and the two feathers fell into Meng Anli's hand, disappearing immediately.

"I'll teach you the hand seals and incantations."

"Yes."

Yun Jing demonstrated once and waved his hand.

Meng Anli followed him to the courtyard.

"Try it."

Meng Anli formed the seals, recited the incantations, and a pair of feathers appeared beneath her feet, instantly lifting her into the air.

She hadn't expected it to be so fast and couldn't help but cry out, "Aaaahhh~"

Yuan Tuo came out and looked at her in surprise. "You learned it already?"

Yun Jing watched the young girl flying in the air, carried by the feathers. "She hasn't learned it yet. After all, I only taught her once, and she's only tried it once."

"What?" Yuan Tuo was shocked. "Just once! Her talent is truly astonishing."

Yun Jing heartily agreed. "It's a bit stronger than yours."

As they were talking, the young girl crashed through the peach trees and onto the zither.

She landed slowly amidst the chaotic notes.

Still shaken, she lay on the ground, lifting her head, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Sorry, Master, it's a bit difficult to control."

Her hair was messy, with peach blossom petals stuck in it. Dust from her landing also smudged her face, making her eyes appear even brighter.

She looked like a little lion that had rolled around in the dirt a few times.

It made one want to ruffle her hair and brush the dust off her.