If you feel apologetic, just send me a few pounds of good tea.
Bai Qi was full of confidence. He was filled with knowledge but had no place to use it. His master Ninghai Zen only liked grand, conspicuous poems and had absolutely no interest in matters of love.
"Brother Bai can write poetry too?"
Xu Zirong was surprised.
"Bring the brush and ink."
Bai Qi drank tea as if it were wine, grandly asking for paper and pen. With a wave of his hand, he copied down several poems.
"Brother Bai, you truly are a versatile talent!"
Xu Zirong glanced over them briefly. Although he wasn’t skilled in literary matters, he was cultured enough to discern quality.
"When you have time, definitely come to Weinan Prefecture, and I’ll introduce you to my sister."
Bai Qi seemed not to hear, gulping down tea.
He thought to himself:
"Copying poems is mostly a beautiful thing, one must try it."
After a while, Xu Zirong excitedly bade farewell and left.
Bai Qi continued to stay at the Inheritance Hall. The master these days was like a dragon who only showed its head but not its tail, often leaving early in the morning and returning late at night, doing who knows what.
The true disciple of the Meridian Sword Sect, Chunyu Cultivator, was nowhere to be seen. By rights, wielding the Nanming Li Fire, he should be cutting down Divine Power Giants.
Shouldn’t he be eagerly coming to persuade me to join him?
"And Brother Long, I helped nurture his sword for a while; why does he keep avoiding me?"
Bai Qi was puzzled. Ever since emerging from He Mountain Dao’s Inner Scenic Land, there had been a sense of ominous calm and dullness, as if a storm were approaching.
"Once I meet Ah Di, it’s back to Black River County as soon as possible. Without Master by my side, I still feel uneasy."
He lowered his eyelids, pondering. The Nanming Li Fire nestled in his brow flickered lightly and hummed softly.
"Just operated the Sword Nurturing Skill, and it’s hungry again?"
Bai Qi reached out to rub his forehead, then quickly mobilized his Qi Blood and contemplated the true meaning of the Sword Scripture.
The first step of the Furnace of a Hundred Forms starts with the "sword form."
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"Senior Brother Mo! You finally came!"
Chunyu Cultivator, who was meditating by the riverbank, suddenly opened his eyes wide. He looked up to see sword light cutting through the waves, swiftly arriving in front of him.
As a dragon-like hum followed, the sharpness dissipated, transforming into the image of a man in white clothes and white hair, with a rosy complexion.
"Junior Brother Chunyu sent so many letters, your heartfelt sincerity couldn’t be ignored. How could I turn a blind eye?"
Mo Tian Sheng laughed heartily:
"Junior Brother Jiang came with me; you two haven’t seen each other for a long time, have a good chat later."
Chunyu Cultivator’s smiling face stiffened. Sensing something, he suddenly turned around, seeing an indistinct silhouette not far away.
He gritted his teeth and asked:
"What did Senior Brother Jiang do this time, borrowing my name again?"
This Divine Brilliance Sword always displayed an elegant demeanor, wearing a green robe and wandering alone, whenever he stood out.
If he did anything less than honorable, he would hide his face like this, appearing mysterious and shadowy.
"Junior Brother Chunyu, you misunderstand me too deeply.
The Grandmaster’s slaying of Divine Techniques shocked the Divine Land, a monumental achievement I handed to you without a second thought.
Anyone else would have begged for it and still wouldn’t get it."
Jiang Zaiyue coughed twice. As the only remaining disciples of the previous lineage of the Sword Sect were him, his Senior Brother Mo Tian Sheng, and Junior Brother Chunyu Cultivator,
In terms of seniority or strength, Chunyu Cultivator was most suitable to take the blame.
"Heh."
Chunyu Cultivator held back. As long as he broke through the Divine Techniques before Senior Brother Jiang, settling accounts would not be too late afterward.
"Alright, harmony among brothers is the spirit of our Sword Sect. What does it look like to argue upon meeting?"
Mo Tian Sheng stepped forward to mediate, then turned to Chunyu Cultivator:
"That Little Daoist, where is he? Let me see what makes him so remarkable that Junior Brother Chunyu is so concerned."
Chunyu Cultivator nodded. He initially wanted to ask if Senior Brother Mo had brought his weapon, but upon seeing Jiang Zaiyue with the sword on his back, he swallowed the words back.
The three top-tier figures who could traverse the skies arrived at the Inheritance Hall in an instant.
As soon as Mo Tian Sheng and Jiang Zaiyue crossed the threshold, they distinctly perceived a faint, indistinct mysterious aura.
Especially the former, who had specifically called forth the Taixu Wuwang from the Ancestor Hall, which suddenly trembled incessantly.
This left Mo Tian Sheng slightly taken aback. Then, as if he thought of something, his eyes brightened.
He quickly strode through the front courtyard, staring intently at Bai Qi, who was performing the Sword Nurturing Skill:
"Senior Brother Kou, so you’re not dead..."