Plundering Attempts Increase Again, What Fine Poetry! Training by Cutting Bamboo

Ding! Congratulations, Host. Great Brahma Prajna has entered the first level of the Shengwen Realm. Your available Word Plundering attempts have increased. Please check them.

Name: Su Han

Cultivation: Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao (Beginner), Great Brahma Prajna (first level of the Shengwen Realm)

Cultivation Techniques: Great Brahma Prajna, Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao

Item: Blood Devouring Pearl

Spirit Pet: None

Available Word Plundering Attempts: 2

Possessed Word Traits: Child of Destiny (white), Demonic Buddha Body, Demonic Heart (black)

Su Han looked at the "Available Word Plundering Attempts: 2" now displayed on his Attribute Panel and nodded slightly.

"Looks like every time I improve my strength, I can gain another Word Plundering attempt."

"Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao has nine realms from the Yuqing Realm to the Shangqing Realm, while Great Brahma Prajna also has nine realms from the Shengwen Realm to the Pratyeka Realm..."

"Does that mean eighteen Word Traits?!"

A surge of delight instantly rose in Su Han's heart.

After all, he only had two Word Traits now, yet they had already made him monstrously powerful in certain respects.

If he gathered eighteen Word Traits on himself, and even the weakest among them were gold quality...

Su Han simply dared not imagine what kind of freakish genius that would create.

But soon, Su Han shook his head again.

After all, his Great Brahma Prajna had only just entered the Shengwen Realm. Su Han did not know whether every increase in cultivation would grant him another Word Plundering attempt.

If so, I should consider getting a Demonic Sect cultivation technique as soon as possible.

That way, I can not only increase my Word Plundering attempts, but also begin cultivating the three teachings together in advance and prepare for cultivating the Heavenly Scripture in the future.

Just as Su Han was considering how to maximize his gains—

Knock, knock, knock!

A burst of urgent knocking shattered the room's silence.

Su Han was slightly startled. "Knocking?"

He then raised his head and glanced at the morning sun outside the window.

"So I unknowingly cultivated through the entire night."

With that thought, Su Han quickly gathered his thoughts and rose to open the door.

The door slowly opened, revealing Wen Min's gentle face.

"Good morning, Senior Sister."

Wen Min did not answer. Instead, she stared blankly at Su Han, her eyes filled with surprise and curiosity.

"Junior Brother."

"We haven't seen each other for just one night. Why do I feel like you've changed so much?"

Wen Min was somewhat puzzled.

She could sense that Su Han's temperament had changed, yet she could not tell exactly what was different.

"It feels as though people would instinctively want to draw close to him, as though he were so... pure and clear..."

"This feeling is so strange!"

Su Han was slightly stunned by Wen Min's words.

Then he smiled. "Perhaps it's because I began cultivating Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao with Master yesterday."

Wen Min nodded in realization. "So that's it. You've already begun cultivating Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao."

Seeing that Wen Min no longer doubted him, Su Han smiled. "Senior Sister, did you come alone?"

"Who else would come besides me?"

Su Han was a little disappointed. He had been thinking that perhaps Lu Xueqi might come along as well.

That way, he could directly copy her talent.

"Since Lu Xueqi isn't here, I can only wait until I go to the dining hall tonight to copy it."

Su Han hid his disappointment and smiled as he shook his head. "It's nothing."

"Senior Sister Wen Min, Master said yesterday that you would guide me in cultivation. How will we train?"

At Su Han's question, a teasing smile appeared on Wen Min's face.

Then, full of anticipation, she pulled Su Han toward the Back Mountain of Little Bamboo Peak.

"So it really is cutting bamboo."

Seeing the direction they were heading, Su Han pondered inwardly.

At the same time, he let Wen Min lead him onward.

Su Han's residence was already halfway up the mountain, not far from the Back Mountain.

Thus, Su Han soon arrived at the Back Mountain of Little Bamboo Peak with Wen Min.

In the distance lay a quiet Bamboo Forest, its emerald light glimmering beneath the morning sun.

A gentle breeze swept through, rustling the bamboo leaves.

Yet unlike ordinary bamboo—

These bamboo stalks were emerald green, but covered in tiny pink spots, like the tearstains of a grieving gentlewoman. They were exceptionally beautiful.

At this moment, Wen Min pointed at the Bamboo Forest. "Junior Brother, this is the strange bamboo abundantly found on Little Bamboo Peak—Tear Bamboo."

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Su Han nodded slightly. "The Emperor's daughters descend upon the northern islet; my eyes grow dim as sorrow fills me. The autumn wind sighs softly; waves rise on Dongting Lake as leaves fall from the trees."

"Tear Bamboo truly is mournfully beautiful."

Wen Min immediately looked at Su Han in surprise. "Junior Brother, you have such literary talent? Senior Sister has never heard a poem that describes Xiang Fei better than this."

Su Han smiled and shook his head. "Senior Sister, I didn't write it."

"Oh."

Wen Min nodded, her eyes brimming with curiosity.

"Then Senior Sister will go back and look for the rest of this poem."

"'The Emperor's daughters descend upon the northern islet; my eyes grow dim as sorrow fills me...' This poem must be beautiful."

Hearing this, Su Han saw Wen Min's curious expression as she forgot their proper business and quickly changed the subject. "Senior Sister, how are we going to train?"

Only then did Wen Min come back to her senses.

Her expression then became slightly serious. "In our Qingyun Sect, every peak has a different way of laying the foundation."

As she spoke, she pointed at the Bamboo Forest.

"For example, at Great Bamboo Peak, they cut bamboo."

"For the first three years after entering the sect, new disciples must go to the Back Mountain every day to cut bamboo."

"Our Little Bamboo Peak did not originally do this, but later, Martial Uncle Su Ru brought this method to Little Bamboo Peak."

"Master found that this method had its merits, so Little Bamboo Peak follows it now as well."

"However, the exact duration is not fixed like at Great Bamboo Peak. It depends on each person's progress. Once you enter the Yuqing Realm, you no longer need to cut bamboo."

Hearing Wen Min's explanation, Su Han nodded.

Soon, Wen Min arrived before the Bamboo Forest.

She picked up a basket and a Wood-cutting Knife that had been placed by the roadside in advance, then handed the basket to Su Han.

Then Wen Min looked Su Han up and down.

"Junior Brother, at your age, it's enough for you to cut one bamboo stalk a day for the first three months."

"Senior Sister Wen Min, are you sure it's one stalk a day?"

Hearing Su Han's question, the teasing in Wen Min's eyes deepened. "Yes, just one stalk."

However, out of mischievous amusement, Wen Min did not explain why he only needed to cut one stalk.

Instead, she stepped forward and raised her Wood-cutting Knife at an exceptionally thick stalk of Tear Bamboo not far away.

With one lift of her hand and one downward slash, that thick bamboo stalk was cleanly severed, each segment distinct.

"Well?"

"Junior Brother, isn't it easy?"

Su Han nodded. "It really is easy."

Hearing this, Wen Min tossed the Wood-cutting Knife in her hand to Su Han.

"Then, Junior Brother, you can do the cutting next."

As she spoke, Wen Min searched around before finally selecting an extremely thin stalk of Tear Bamboo.

"This one, then."

After saying that, Wen Min walked to the side and crossed her arms, her eyes full of anticipation for a good show.

"The bamboo on Little Bamboo Peak may not be as hard as the Black Festival Bamboo of Great Bamboo Peak."

"But the bamboo on Little Bamboo Peak is exceptionally resilient. It is even said to be the most resilient bamboo in the world. How could it possibly be so easy to cut?"

Wen Min thought back to when Master had also sent her here to cut bamboo.

At the time, she too had wondered why Master told her to cut only one bamboo stalk over an entire day.

Master had not explained then either, merely telling her to cut it.

It was not until her first strike landed, and the bent bamboo rebounded and struck her hard, that Wen Min understood why Master had required her to cut only one stalk.

That day, she had chopped from morning until sunset before finally managing to barely sever one of the thinnest bamboo stalks.

At that thought—

Wen Min withdrew her gaze and looked at Su Han again, her eyes full of amusement.

"How long will this Junior Brother of mine take to cut through his first stalk of bamboo?"