Kuina the Cultivation Genius

Ye Feng said calmly, "Hey, Nana, come over here. Take a good look at this—it'll help you in the future." He placed it in Kuina's hands.

The "Nine Yin Manual" was a cultivation method specially chosen for Kuina. Ye Feng remembered that, before his death in his previous life, he had read in Jin Yong's martial arts novels that it was a mental cultivation method invented by Xiao Longnü's master specifically to counter Wang Chongyang's Innate Skill.

Ye Feng spoke seriously again. "Nana, don't let anyone see the book I gave you, and don't let anyone know about it. Not even your father. Understand?"

Seeing Ye Feng's serious expression, Kuina took the book and flipped through a few pages, pretending not to understand. She asked, "Ye Feng, what is this?"

Ye Feng said, "It's a cultivation manual. Read it first, and if there's anything you don't understand, come ask me. As long as you master it, you'll become an expert like me. The things inside will be useful to you, so take a look first. There's also a swordsmanship manual, but read this one first."

Kuina flipped through the book's contents. The more she read, the more animated her expression became. After a while, she said, "Ye Feng, was this what you relied on to fight Master for a while?"

Ye Feng said, "Of course. Now sit cross-legged. I'll teach you the basics first."

Because what I cultivated was the Nine Yang Manual, created by Monk Jueyuan of Shaolin Temple.

It included martial arts, medicine, physiology, and fate calculation. Cultivating it should be more or less the same as cultivating the Nine Yin Manual. The "Nine Yang Manual" had nine levels, from one to nine, and so did the "Nine Yin Manual."

After hearing Ye Feng tell her to sit down, Kuina suddenly ran outside. Her little face instantly turned red again, and she stood there awkwardly without moving, her small hands vigorously twisting the corner of her clothes.

Blushing, she trembled as she said, "Ye Feng, isn't this... a little too fast?"

When Ye Feng heard that, he nearly stumbled. He walked over and poked her little head with a finger. "What are you thinking about?"

Then, with a narcissistic look on his face, he said, "Would your great husband ever be that kind of person?"

Kuina took a step back as if she did not know him, looking at Ye Feng with utter disdain. How could someone be this shameless? She said, "Ye Feng, do you have any shame at all?"

Ye Feng said confidently, "What's shame? Can you eat it?"

Ye Feng said to Kuina, "Hurry over and sit cross-legged. This time, I swear on my name that I absolutely won't trick you."

Half-believing and half-doubting, Kuina sat cross-legged on the bed and asked Ye Feng, "Then what?"

Ye Feng also sat cross-legged opposite her and said, "Hold out your hands, palms flat. In a moment, I'll send a strand of internal energy into you. You must remember which acupoints it circulates through in your body."

Ye Feng added, "If you can't endure it, shout for me to stop! Understand?"

Kuina nodded. "Oh, got it."

After she held out her hands, the instant their palms met, Ye Feng circulated a strand of internal energy within himself. He slowly transmitted it through their palms and guided it through her body in circulation, repeating it three or four times.

Ye Feng withdrew his internal energy, lowered his hands, and asked, "Did you remember it?"

Seeing that she did not speak, he thought, Maybe she's too young and isn't suited to cultivate yet. Should I wait another two years?

Just then, Kuina, drenched in sweat, said to Ye Feng, "Senior Brother, why is my body so hot? And inside my stomach, there's something that feels like what you just sent over. It feels so comfortable."

The moment Ye Feng heard Kuina speak, he immediately pressed his palms against hers again and sensed her condition. He discovered that an almost imperceptible trace of energy had formed in her dantian. After repeatedly confirming it, Ye Feng determined that it was internal energy.

Ye Feng stared in shock at the seven-year-old Kuina sitting before him. She had already cultivated internal energy after practicing only once—she truly was the future swordsmanship genius. If she had not died young, Ye Feng would bet that within ten years, any sword expert—even the "world's greatest swordsman, Hawkeye"—would have to step aside. Looking at Nana sitting cross-legged there with an expression of enjoyment, what kind of genius was she? She was practically a monster. No wonder even a little monster like Zoro had dueled her more than two hundred times without winning once.

By then, it was nearly dark.

Ye Feng took a towel from the wall and handed it to her. "Nana, stop cultivating for now. Wipe off your sweat. Come on, let's go eat. Master is already waiting for us."

Kuina took the towel, casually wiped her face, and habitually held out her hand. "Let's go, Senior Brother! Time to eat!"

Ye Feng took her hand and headed toward Master's room. The moment he pushed open the door, he saw Koushirou squinting with a smile as he watched Ye Feng and Kuina.

After sighing, he wore the expression of a father whose daughter had grown up and no longer belonged to him. "Nana has grown up too."