I could naturally hear a certain baby throwing a tantrum, so I immediately picked her up.
Ye Zhaoxuan lay sprawled over my shoulder, her long lashes fluttering constantly. At last, she stopped fussing.
Looking at the little girl's adorable face and recalling the kick she had just received, Ye Qingxian reached out and pinched her cheek. "Who taught you that move?"
Ye Zhaoxuan's eyes went a little blank.
I pricked up my ears and, thoroughly speechless, revealed the truth. "The two of them learned to be naughty together. Ye Ranxing brought back a book—they've probably been sneaking around every day, huddling together to read the stories inside."
Ye Zhaoxuan shrank her neck. "Xiao Xuan didn't learn to be naughty. Younger Sister brought back the book."
I did not argue with her any further and headed straight for where Ye Ranxing was.
Meanwhile.
Ye Ranxing's enlightenment had also reached its final stage.
She stared at the invincible sword intent within her divine sense. Countless images kept surfacing in her mind, swift as lightning; by the time she tried to look at them, they had already vanished without a trace.
She could sense that those images were all scenes from Jian Wushuang's life of sword practice. As long as she could thoroughly comprehend a few strands of sword intent within them and recreate one of those scenes, she would have a chance to become one of the top hundred cultivators in enlightenment progress.
However.
How could such a thing be achieved so easily?
Every single image contained countless laws.
For a child who had not even officially begun cultivating, accomplishing this was no less difficult than climbing to the heavens.
Ye Ranxing had been holding her breath all this time.
She had to prove that she was no weaker than anyone else.