Everything Can Be Cultivation

This day, Jia Ruo and his two companions passed by a village.

"Let's rest here for a while, Master."

Jia Ruo had already inherited the Wuji Dao, and the vitality within his body was growing increasingly vigorous. Such a long journey no longer made him feel even a trace of fatigue, but he felt a bit sorry for Neeko.

"Alright."

Yi knew Jia Ruo's thoughts and agreed.

As they entered the village, they discovered that it wasn't small, but many of the buildings were dilapidated.

The villagers, upon seeing Yi and Jia Ruo, two strangers wearing swords, all appeared nervous.

After Jia Ruo politely inquired with a villager, he learned that the village had been affected by the previous Noxian invasion, and the houses were destroyed then.

Most of the villagers had only emerged from the deep mountains and forests and returned to their village after hearing that Noxus had retreated a while ago.

"It's not just our village; the nearby villages are pretty much in the same situation."

The uncle carrying an axe chuckled heartily, "If you want to rest your feet, I'll have my two daughters squeeze in with my wife and me, and you can sleep in their room."

After hearing Jia Ruo say they were also locals of Ionia—especially when Jia Ruo uttered, "My Master even participated in the war against Noxus"—the uncle's attitude became even more enthusiastic.

The hospitality was too warm to refuse, so they decided to stay at the uncle's house for a night.

In the evening, in a side room of the uncle's house, the three of them settled down.

"You, don't always talk about me participating in the war when we're outside," Yi said once they were alone. "I don't like bringing it up."

"Oh, disciple understands," Jia Ruo said, shrinking his neck.

"I want to stay here for a couple more days to help the villagers rebuild their houses. What do you think?"

"Disciple believes Master is truly wise and heroic, a genuinely kind and benevolent person, comparable to a living Bodhisattva descended to earth."

Without even lifting his eyelids, Yi slowly floated into Meditation.

Seeing this, Jia Ruo also sat cross-legged on the bed and began circulating his magic...

The next morning, the villagers, who woke up with the crowing of the rooster every day, saw that someone had woken up even earlier.

Two figures, each carrying a log as thick as a waist, walked into the village.

These were the master and disciple, Yi and Jia Ruo.

Before dawn, Jia Ruo was woken by Yi:

"I took a look yesterday, and quite a few houses in the village were damaged. Let's get started early and try to delay things as little as possible."

"Disciple understands."

As the time spent cultivating with Yi increased, Jia Ruo's admiration for Yi's character far surpassed his worship of Yi's swordsmanship.

Yi's expression and tone were never harsh. No matter who he was speaking to, he was always kind and approachable.

He never acted like a master, always helping everyone he met to the best of his ability.

A true master always carries the heart of an apprentice.

This wasn't an empty saying; it was truly embodied by Yi and witnessed by Jia Ruo.

Jia Ruo had loved reading Jin Yong's novels since he was a child.

When he grew a bit older and started reading more modern fantasy novels, where protagonists pursued the idea that anyone not for themselves would be destroyed by heaven and earth, and values like the dark forest, he didn't feel there was anything wrong, but there was always a strange feeling he couldn't quite explain.

After he became Yi's disciple, he understood.

Yi's values were the exact opposite.

He approached others with the greatest goodwill.

Jia Ruo finally understood what Jin Yong's chivalry truly meant: if all the strong people in the world acted solely for their own benefit, how boring and hopeless the martial world would be.

"Bang."

Jia Ruo placed the log on his shoulder down, adding a bit more height to the pile of logs stacked in the village center.

"Little brother, why did you chop so many trees?"

The uncle from yesterday came over and asked.

"My master said we need to help everyone rebuild the village," Jia Ruo said, wiping sweat from his brow with a smile. "Please trouble you to provide meals for two more days."

Yi simply smiled and nodded from the side.

"Oh, you're too kind."

"You two are up so early, please rest for a while."

"You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? My wife's porridge is delicious."

"This young man has strength."

More villagers gathered around, chattering to Jia Ruo and Yi.

Jia Ruo looked at the villagers surrounding them and turned to Yi, saying, "Master, we certainly didn't lose out doing this good deed."

Yi looked at his second disciple, who always had a playful grin, and simply said, "Everything can be cultivation."

The master and disciple ate a little casually before picking up their swords and heading back into the mountain forest.

Why were they carrying swords?

Because Jia Ruo was practicing the Wuji sword technique while chopping wood, trying to cut down trees as thick as a waist with a single strike.

Otherwise, with Yi's ability, he could have finished chopping the needed wood in an instant.

Instead of now, where he was slowly and methodically trimming the excess branches from the trees while guiding Jia Ruo on how to exert force.

"This should be enough, folks."

Two days later, Jia Ruo asked, hands on his hips, "So, we're leaving then?"

Although he also wanted to be looked at for a few more days by those shy young girls who secretly watched him from the side with blushing faces.

But if he delayed their departure for such a reason, Neeko would probably beat him up.

"Please stay a few more days, Master."

The villagers looked at the large pile of logs. Not only was it enough to repair the village, but they also wouldn't have to worry about firewood for the winter.

Hearing the villagers' pleas from behind, Yi politely said, "Please do not see us off, esteemed villagers. No need to trouble yourselves."

Jia Ruo also nodded.

Even if the villagers didn't know Yi's strength, he already deserved the title of Master.

Not to mention that he and Yi were both armed.

Especially his You Meng and Yi's Azure Sword, they looked otherworldly at first glance.

And so, Jia Ruo and his group traveled, stopping and going, helping many villages recover from the ravages of war as quickly as possible.

Because of their distinctive characteristics and their frequent good deeds, the villagers were all deeply impressed by them.

Thus, among the villages in that area, rumors gradually spread of a master and disciple pair wielding twin purple and blue swords, who had specifically come down from the mountains to help everyone rebuild their homes.