Little Martial Uncle Liu Shuang'er

Su Yun put away the three jade slips, preparing to head to the counter to deduct his contribution points.

Just as he turned around.

Behind him, a crisp, slightly arrogant girl's voice suddenly rang out.

"Hey, who are you?"

Su Yun paused his steps and turned to look.

Beside a wooden shelf not far away.

Stood a young girl.

The girl looked to be only about twenty years old.

Her skin was snow-white, her brows and eyes were exquisite, and her features were stunningly beautiful.

She wore a luxurious ice-blue dharma robe, the fabric shimmering with flowing light, embroidered with frost patterns along the edges.

Her long, jet-black hair was tied up simply, and she wore a crystal-clear blue jade hairpin on her head.

With her hands on her hips and her long, slender legs held straight, she stared straight at Su Yun with beautiful eyes.

Her expression held confusion, along with a hint of haughtiness.

She was beautifully pure, beautifully cold.

Su Yun couldn't help but exclaim inwardly.

Damn, a fairy.

Since he transmigrated, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Her temperament was cold and aloof, carrying a natural sense of distance that warned others to keep away, yet she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Seeing Su Yun staring straight at her, the girl's brows instantly furrowed.

She strode over.

She looked Su Yun up and down.

Her gaze landed on the white personal disciple robe he was wearing, her tone filled with doubt:

"You are wearing the attire of a personal disciple."

"I know every personal disciple in the Azure Cloud Sect, so why have I never seen you before?"

Su Yun looked at the beautiful girl before him and spoke: "You don't recognize me?"

He was also puzzled in his heart.

This girl was dressed luxuriously and possessed an extraordinary temperament.

Yet, she was not wearing personal disciple attire.

The girl was choked up for a moment, her eyes widening.

Su Yun spoke calmly: "My name is Su Yun, the third personal disciple newly accepted by the Sect Master."

The girl had a moment of realization, a flash of understanding crossing her eyes.

"Oh."

"So you are that youth with the Heavenly Spirit Root who has been the talk of the sect lately."

She slowly circled around Su Yun, looking him over, left and right, her eyes filled with scrutiny.

"You look completely ordinary."

"There is nothing special about you."

"Are you really a Heavenly Spirit Root?"

Su Yun smiled helplessly: "Genuine and authentic."

He asked in return:

"By the way, who are you?"

"Why didn't you call me Senior Brother when you saw me?"

Upon hearing this, the girl immediately lifted her snow-white chin, looking haughty.

"Call you Senior Brother?"

"You think quite highly of yourself."

"Listen well, this young lady's name is Liu Shuang'er."

"My master is the sect's Grand Elder."

"I am of the same generation as the Sect Master, Li Mofan."

"According to the rules, you must call me—Little Martial Aunt."

Su Yun's mind went blank for a moment, and he stood there dumbfounded.

The Grand Elder's disciple?

Same generation as the Sect Master?

The delicate, pretty girl standing before him, who looked so young, was actually his elder?

A personal disciple of a Nascent Soul True Lord?

Su Yun dared not be negligent; he quickly straightened his posture, cupped his hands, and bowed.

"Disciple Su Yun greets Little Martial Aunt."

Liu Shuang'er nodded in satisfaction, her expression indifferent.

"Mm, no need for such formalities, Martial Nephew."

She asked casually, "What are you doing on the third floor?"

Su Yun answered honestly, "I came to select a few techniques."

Liu Shuang'er shook her head slightly, her tone carrying a hint of instruction.

"Young man, do not aim too high too soon."

"You only joined the sect yesterday, and you were a mere mortal before that."

"Building a solid foundation is what matters most."

"The techniques on the third floor are profound and not suitable for you right now."

"In cultivation, one must avoid greed for speed; haste makes waste."

From beginning to end, she did not release her divine sense to probe Su Yun's cultivation.

In her inherent understanding:

Even with a Heavenly Spirit Root, one could at most sense spiritual energy overnight.

It was impossible to break through a realm.

Starting as a mortal, how could it be that easy?

Su Yun did not offer an explanation either.

He preferred that others could not see through him and underestimated him.

He couldn't exactly tell her straight: I went straight to the second level of Qi Refining in one night.

That would be purely asking for trouble.

Su Yun found a random excuse.

"Thank you for the reminder, Little Martial Aunt. I was just looking around to broaden my horizons."

Having said that, he dared not linger.

Clutching the jade slip, he hurriedly bid farewell, turned, and walked quickly out of the Technique Pavilion.

Watching Su Yun's retreating figure, Liu Shuang'er rested her chin on one hand, her eyes curving into crescents.

"Interesting."

"The legendary Metal-type Heavenly Spirit Root..."

"He looks plain and ordinary, but his personality is quite steady."

"I hope you aren't just a hollow reputation."

"The younger generation of the Azure Cloud Sect is a bunch of mediocrities; none of them can fight. It's so boring."

She sighed softly.

No one knew that although Liu Shuang'er appeared young and delicate, her true cultivation had already reached the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.

She was barely twenty years old.

Her talent was terrifying.

The aptitude she made public was a Water-Earth Dual Spirit Root.

In reality, she possessed an Ice Spirit Root, a mutation formed by the fusion of water and earth.

Her cultivation speed was not inferior to a Heavenly Spirit Root in the slightest.

Discovered and nurtured by the Grand Elder since childhood, she had unlimited resources and a revered status.

Her seniority was transcendent, placing her above all the younger generation; she was a hidden trump card of the Azure Cloud Sect.

Returning to the Cloud Abode.

Su Yun instructed his maid not to disturb him and shut the stone door of the cultivation room.

The room was quiet and sealed, cutting off all sounds from the outside world.

He sat cross-legged on the jade cushion and took out the jade slip for the Breath Concealment Art.

He pressed his fingertips against the jade slip and sank his consciousness into it.

Dense rows of text, energy circulation pathways, and methods for suppressing one's aura flooded into his mind.

The Breath Concealment Art was not considered a profound secret technique.

It was simple to enter and easy to understand.

Any cultivator could master the basics as long as they polished their skills with patience.

However, reaching perfection was extremely difficult.

It required years of controlling one's breath, restraining spiritual power, and suppressing fluctuations in the dantian.

For an ordinary cultivator, reaching minor success took at least half a year.

Reaching perfection could even take over a decade.

But these limitations meant nothing to Su Yun.

In his mind, the Thousandfold Amplification entry quietly triggered.

Insights into the technique, mental control, and aura restraint were all magnified a thousand times.

The energy circulation routes that others had to ponder over to understand were transparent to him at a glance.

The aura suppression that others had to practice repeatedly to master, he grasped in a single thought.

Su Yun closed his eyes.

Following the methods of the Breath Concealment Art, he slowly adjusted his breathing.

The restless spiritual power in his dantian was forcibly suppressed bit by bit.

The spiritual energy flowing through his meridians became gentle and faint.

The cultivator's aura radiating from his body continuously faded away.

Time passed slowly.

An hour later.

The aura on his body suddenly retracted.

He seemed to have turned back into an ordinary person.

There were no spiritual power fluctuations, no cultivator's aura.

Breath Concealment Art—Minor Success.

According to the records on the jade slip.

With minor success in the Breath Concealment Art, one could perfectly mask their cultivation level.

Below the Nascent Soul stage, no one could see through it.

Even if a Golden Core powerhouse stood before him, they would only be able to judge him as being at the first level of Qi Refining.

They could not see his depth, nor could they see his true realm.

Su Yun slowly opened his eyes, a flash of brilliance flickering in their depths.

His sense of security was instantly maxed out.

From now on, as long as he did not want to expose himself, no one would be able to see his true cultivation level.

In front of others, he was a Heavenly Spirit Root genius cultivating steadily.

Behind the scenes, he was soaring, ignoring bottlenecks and breaking through realms at high speed.

A perfect disguise.

A satisfied smile curled the corners of Su Yun's lips.

"Stay steady, don't get cocky."

He casually put away the gray jade slip and took out the second one: Golden Blade Technique.

It focused on metal-attribute spiritual energy to condense blades and slay enemies.

Su Yun once again sank into contemplation.

Thousandfold Amplification took effect again.

The spell's operational trajectory, the method of condensing spiritual energy, and the hand gestures for casting were all imprinted into his mind.

Metal-attribute spiritual energy was inherently sharp and volatile.

For an ordinary cultivator, it would require repeated tempering and control of the spiritual energy to avoid it going berserk and injuring oneself.

Su Yun did not have this problem.

His pure Heavenly Spirit Root spiritual energy, combined with the blessing of terrifying insights.