In-Class Sparring

Song Zhizhi sat below in the uniform of an Inner Sect Disciple, standing out like a crane among chickens. Yet Teaching Peak required all disciples attending lectures to wear sect disciple robes, so even if Song Zhizhi wanted to change into her own clothes and keep a low profile, she could not.

With no other choice, Song Zhizhi could only pretend those gazes did not exist and listen with an unchanged expression.

Song Zhizhi had attended lessons at Teaching Peak for three days. Today, she ran into Liu Changfei during class, but since Liu Changfei had chosen different courses from hers, they could not meet often.

After class, Song Zhizhi and Liu Changfei walked out together.

"I heard Feng Yulong has already come out of Reflection Cliff. With his petty nature, he'll definitely come looking for trouble with you. Be careful. Your health isn't good right now, so don't confront him head-on."

"I took your pulse for you just now. Your condition is a little worse than before. Didn't you take my advice to heart? Song Zhizhi, this isn't some minor issue. You need to take it seriously!"

Song Zhizhi touched her stomach. How could she not know? It was only that—how was she supposed to bring it up with Xie Xiuji?

Song Zhizhi sighed. "I understand. I won't risk my own health."

Talking with Liu Changfei on the way delayed them for a while. By the time Song Zhizhi reached the outside, most of the others had already left. At a glance, she spotted Xie Xiuji standing at the foot of the mountain with his hands clasped behind his back.

At first, Song Zhizhi had worried that Xie Xiuji picking her up and dropping her off for class every day might stir up rumors. Later, however, she discovered that disciples passing by Xie Xiuji would unconsciously overlook him. Only then did she feel at ease letting him wait outside.

Liu Changfei, who was walking with Song Zhizhi, had not noticed Xie Xiuji at first either. It was not until he came up to them that she realized there was suddenly a handsome, cold-tempered man beside them.

Sensing the sharp aura around him, Liu Changfei saw him frown at Song Zhizhi. Feeling somewhat frightened, she asked, "Zhizhi, this is...?"

She had never met Xie Xiuji and did not know that the man before her was the Sword Sect's famed Sword Venerable Mingxiao. Song Zhizhi chose her words carefully. "Feifei, this is my senior brother. I can't ride a sword, so he came to pick me up. I'll head back first."

The cold aura around Sword Venerable Mingxiao melted away, and he nodded at Liu Changfei.

Liu Changfei suddenly felt as though she were being watched by an elder from her Household. She quietly took two steps back and said stiffly, "Zhizhi, hurry back. See you tomorrow!"

Tomorrow's lesson was a basic swordsmanship course, which both Song Zhizhi and Liu Changfei had chosen.

Song Zhizhi stepped onto Xie Xiuji's flying sword and waved at Liu Changfei. "See you tomorrow."

Liu Changfei watched the two leave, then slowly made her way back to the outer sect. Teaching Peak was not far from the outer sect; it only took a quarter of an hour on foot.

Halfway there, she suddenly stopped. Wasn't Song Zhizhi's senior brother in seclusion, attempting to break through to the Nascent Soul stage? Which senior brother was that?

Liu Changfei thought through all of Sword Lord Qingyu's connections. Suddenly, she paused. Someone Song Zhizhi could call senior brother, not too old, cold in temperament, and fond of white robes—could he be that one from Red Cloud Peak?

But why would that one from Red Cloud Peak personally come to pick Song Zhizhi up after class?

Liu Changfei: Help! It seemed she had learned something incredibly shocking!

The next day, when Song Zhizhi saw Liu Changfei in swordsmanship class, she found that the other woman's eyes were red, with faint dark circles beneath them. She looked like she had not slept well at all.

"What did you do last night?" Cultivators could replace sleep with cultivation. Logically, they should not have dark circles.

Liu Changfei cast her a resentful glance. However, with so many eyes and ears nearby, she did not ask about her suspicions. She tiredly waved a hand. "I was thinking about something. There were too many distracting thoughts, so I couldn't cultivate, and I couldn't sleep either."

"Ha! Trash is trash. You can't even focus and enter meditation to cultivate," a malicious voice suddenly sounded from behind them. The two turned around and saw Feng Yulong sitting behind them, his eyes full of mockery. "Hanging around with trash all day long—no wonder you still haven't reached Foundation Establishment at your age. You've utterly disgraced our inner sect."

Author's note:

Reinforcements have arrived!

In-Class Sparring

Liu Changfei inwardly cursed her bad luck. Raising a hand before her nose, she waved it with a look of utter disgust. "Whose mad dog got loose and started barking everywhere? Why hasn't someone locked it up already? What if it bites someone?"

She pulled Song Zhizhi farther away. "Zhizhi, let's stay away. It'll be troublesome if we catch rabies."

Feng Yulong stared at the two with a dark expression, his gaze as though he were looking at mortal enemies.

Song Zhizhi frowned in discomfort. It seemed Feng Yulong had spent seven days on Reflection Cliff without reflecting on his mistakes at all. Instead, he had blamed her for why he was sent there.

The original novel had not described it wrong—Feng Yulong's mind really was smaller than the tip of a needle.

An elder arrived, and Song Zhizhi shifted her gaze away from Feng Yulong. Disciples from the Enforcement Hall patrolled around Teaching Peak, and elders watched from above. She figured Feng Yulong would not be stupid enough to cause trouble here.

She just did not know whether Feng Yulong's appearance here was a coincidence or whether he had another purpose.

Forget it. Whether he had another purpose or not, she could not be bothered to pay attention to him. With elders watching and the Enforcement Hall guarding the place, what could Feng Yulong possibly do?

Being stared at would not make two chunks of flesh fall off her.

The basic swordsmanship lesson began. This elder's teaching was exceedingly basic and detailed, perfectly suited for someone like Song Zhizhi, who had just entered the path of the sword. Song Zhizhi withdrew her attention from Feng Yulong and listened attentively.

"Every sword move has a method to counter it. What I will teach you today is how, in battle, to swiftly see through your opponent's moves and respond accordingly. Let us use the most basic Heavenly Profound Sword Art as an example..."

Song Zhizhi's brows furrowed slightly. She felt that what this elder was teaching today seemed overly profound. She understood only bits and pieces, and initially thought it was because her foundation was too weak. But seeing the surrounding disciples wearing equally bewildered expressions of Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?, she knew it was not her problem.

Song Zhizhi could only lower her head and write furiously, noting down the parts she did not understand so she could ask Xie Xiuji after class.

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