The Fish That Slipped Through the Net
Wang Yue saw the eager look in Ning Que's eyes and felt uncomfortable all over. He said, rather awkwardly, "You don't need to get so close. It feels strange. Besides, I was only guessing myself. I might not be able to help you much. How about this: when we meet a cultivator who's studied the proper way, I'll ask him to take a look at you. I'm a cultivator too, after all. He ought to show me a little respect."
Wang Yue didn't want to reveal too much about himself just yet, so he could only play dumb. Truthfully, he also wanted to hear how cultivators in this world practiced and find out what level he was at now.
Though Ning Que felt rather dejected, he could tell Wang Yue was being sincere, and knew he was right. Wang Yue had learned to cultivate through the Taishang Ganying Pian, which he knew inside and out. He also knew there weren't any techniques or methods in the book.
Still, he wasn't ready to give up. He asked ingratiatingly, "Brother Yue, then could you tell me what it felt like when you were cultivating just now? I really want to know—what does cultivation feel like?"
Wang Yue didn't refuse. It wasn't a secret, anyway. He explained how he'd cultivated his spiritual power and sensed the essence of heaven and earth, how he'd connected with it, and how he'd used his spiritual power to control it and draw his saber.
When he finished, he added, with some uncertainty, "You've been studying the Taishang Ganying Pian for so long. You should have developed spiritual power by now. I think you just can't sense the essence of heaven and earth with it. Maybe the meridians in your Sea