Primordial God-Demon Body Refining Art

"Still doing the painting?"

Su Changyu was slightly stunned.

He looked at Grand Hua Daoist with some curiosity.

"Master, are we still doing it? I'm afraid Little Junior Brother will get suspicious."

Su Changyu had thought about making another painting, but if he actively asked Ye Ping for one, it would inevitably raise suspicion.

"Of course we're doing it. One painting by Ye Ping is worth centuries of our sect's hard work. Changyu, let me ask you—if our sect wants to develop, where doesn't it need money?"

"Let alone anything else, just the most basic pills. Your Little Junior Brother still needs to cultivate, doesn't he? A Qi Cultivation Pill costs ten taels of gold. With your Little Junior Brother's talent, if he wants to break through to Qi Cultivation Perfection, think for yourself how many he'd need to eat."

"It's fine if we suffer and live in poverty—there's nothing to say about that. But your Little Junior Brother can't suffer. Otherwise, if a true genius is ruined by our hands, can your conscience bear it?"

Grand Hua Daoist wasn't being insincere.

The sect's development indeed required money, and Ye Ping's cultivation also required money. Right now, Ye Ping hadn't formally started cultivating—he was only practicing swordsmanship. But when he truly began cultivating, with Ye Ping's talent and aptitude, he could only rely on pills to pile up.

The Qingyun Dao Sect couldn't afford that many pills. The only way was to take from Ye Ping and use it for Ye Ping. Wasn't that acceptable?

"True. Alright, I'll think of something."

Su Changyu thought it over and found the reasoning sound.

"Of course, don't rush it too much. Drop hints at the right time. There's one more thing—these two months, teach him swordsmanship well. Your master intends to have him participate in the Qingzhou Sword Dao Convention."

Grand Hua Daoist spoke with a serious expression.

"The Qingzhou Sword Dao Convention?"

Su Changyu was genuinely surprised this time.

"Master, have you lost your mind? With Little Junior Brother in his current state, how could he possibly participate in the Qingzhou Sword Dao Convention? Sure, his sword talent is strong, but he hasn't even started cultivating yet. Wouldn't going up there just be embarrassing?"

Su Changyu was truly astonished.

He had been fortunate enough to attend the Qingzhou Sword Dao Convention once. Basically, all the outstanding talents of Qingzhou participated. Back then, he had gone just to fill the numbers, and by sheer luck, he kept drawing byes and scraped into the top five hundred. Sending Ye Ping up would just be handing out free points.

"You don't understand. I'll explain later. In short, teach him well during this time. As for the Qingzhou Sword Dao Convention, your master has only had this thought. Whether he actually participates, we'll decide then."

"Remember, don't go blabbing to your junior brothers and sisters. Just say I got the swindled money back. Not a word more, understand?"

Grand Hua Daoist didn't elaborate further, as they were nearing the sect and he didn't want to say more.

"Fine."

Su Changyu nodded, looking somewhat resigned.

He understood that Grand Hua Daoist was too eager to develop the sect—it was his lifelong dream. But Su Changyu felt his master was being a bit hasty.

Neither of them said anything more, and soon they returned to the Qingyun Dao Sect.

At the Hour of the Boar.

On the Qingyun Back Cliff.

Ye Ping sat on the ground, still earnestly studying the Sword Mark.

He had already comprehended the Spring Thunder Sword Intent, and now he was comprehending the Summer Thunder Sword Intent.

The Four Thunder Sword Technique was profound and unfathomable, gathering the thunder of the four seasons, each bringing a vastly different Sword Intent.

The Spring Thunder Sword Intent was unending and continuous.

The Summer Thunder Sword Intent was fierce and terrifying.

The Autumn Thunder Sword Intent was silent and soundless.

The Winter Thunder Sword Intent concealed killing intent.

And at this very moment, Ye Ping was close to comprehending the Summer Thunder Sword Intent.

One incense stick's time later.

Ye Ping opened his eyes.

He casually picked up a branch beside him, using it as a sword, and thrust out a Sword Move.

In an instant, the sound of thunder roared, shaking the ancient trees around him until they rustled.

The Autumn Thunder Sword Intent was comprehended.

Sword Intent condensed.

With any casual move, all sword techniques became one.

Just then.

A figure appeared not far away.

Under the moonlight.

Su Changyu quietly watched Ye Ping.

On his proud and handsome face, his expression was calm as still water, but deep inside, he was filled with profound shame.

Though his own sword talent was weak, he could still tell that Ye Ping had already comprehended the Autumn Thunder Sword Intent.

Just one day.

And he'd already comprehended Autumn Thunder Sword Intent.

Give him two more days, and wouldn't he comprehend the Four Thunders Sword Intent?

I'm so bitter.

I'm so jealous.

Su Changyu's heart ached, but on the surface he still had to put on a calm expression as he walked over.

"Little Junior Brother."

Su Changyu called out.

Not far away.

Ye Ping snapped out of his joy and turned his gaze to Su Changyu, a look of surprise on his face.

"Senior Disciple Brother, why are you here?"

Ye Ping hadn't expected Su Changyu to come and was somewhat surprised.

"I came to bring you some things."

Su Changyu walked over, then set several jade bottles before Ye Ping and said, "Little Junior Brother, these are all Qi Replenishing Pills. After taking one, you can replenish your qi and nourish your body, staying energetic for five days. They're good for you."

"Qi Replenishing Pills? After swallowing one, do I not need to eat or rest for five days?"

Ye Ping accepted the jade bottles, looking somewhat curious.

"Mm."

Su Changyu nodded.

Grand Hua Daoist was indeed very good to Ye Ping. Although the money came from Ye Ping's paintings, Grand Hua Daoist hadn't spent a single coin on himself—the bulk went to Ye Ping. Even the disciples like them got a little benefit, and he himself had taken the biggest advantage, but the real purpose was still to keep Ye Ping around.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth all this trouble. Su Changyu himself didn't want to look at any sword manuals. He hadn't even mastered the Four Thunder Sword Technique, so why go learn the River Sword Technique? It only added pressure on himself.

"Thank you, Senior Disciple Brother."

Ye Ping said gratefully.

With this kind of pill, he could save the extra two hours each day.

"And this treasure sword—the Sect Leader told me to give it to you. Use it for sword practice from now on."

Su Changyu handed a treasure sword to Ye Ping.

"Thank you, Senior Disciple Brother."

Ye Ping thanked him again.

Su Changyu just nodded.

After a moment, Su Changyu spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Little Junior Brother, these past few days, has your sword practice felt a bit dull?"

Su Changyu asked, taking the initiative.

"To answer you, Senior Brother, I make progress every day, so it's not dull at all."

Ye Ping shook his head.

If he kept failing to comprehend anything, Ye Ping might have found it dull. But since he kept comprehending things, it was actually quite enjoyable.

He was telling the truth, but these words made Su Changyu's heart ache.

Listen to this—is that even human speech?

Su Changyu stood up, feeling crushed, and wanted some quiet.

"Senior Disciple Brother, why do you ask?"

Ye Ping was curious, not knowing why Su Changyu was asking this.

"Nothing much. I was just thinking, if you were bored, I'd give you another manual to let you comprehend something good."

Su Changyu had no mood to talk anymore. He was too badly wounded.

Manual?

But when Ye Ping heard that word, he got completely excited.

Handing down a peerless secret manual to him?

Why didn't you say so earlier?

Ye Ping was thrilled, and quickly steeled himself to say, "Senior Disciple Brother, now that you mention it, I didn't think it was dull before, but thinking about it, sometimes it does get a little boring."

Ye Ping didn't care about saving face anymore.

One Sword Mark from Senior Disciple Brother had let him comprehend a sword technique.

If he gave him a cultivation manual?

Wouldn't he ascend to heaven?

Upon hearing Ye Ping's words.

Su Changyu did not keep him in suspense and directly handed a secret manual to Ye Ping.

Ye Ping took the manual.

By the light of the moon, he was soon stunned.

The manual was not thin, and on its cover were several ancient characters.

Written boldly on the manual were the words:

[Primordial God-Demon Body Refining Art]