Ah! Master was finally going to teach her?!
Li Qingran’s heart tangled between excitement, anticipation, and nerves.
Since the day she’d begun cultivating under Master’s guidance, the word difficulty had hardly existed for her.
Where ordinary cultivators fretted over spirit stones—
she had never lacked.
Where ordinary cultivators suffered from thin spiritual energy—
she trained nightly within mid-grade and even advanced Spirit Gathering Formations.
Where ordinary cultivators begged for suitable methods—
the Chao Sheng Jue aligned perfectly with her water spirit root.
On top of that, she had the Hun Yuan Bu Tian Dan and countless other elixirs safeguarding her foundation.
For self-defense, Master bestowed upon her the unmatched Su Xian Sword—a weapon even her senior sister would drool over.
And unlike Taoist Qingxuan’s stingy teachings—just a plain rubbing without notes, tossing her into the ocean to decipher ancient text alone—
the Chao Sheng Jue came annotated, explained in detail, even written as though in Master’s own voice.
But… precisely because the road had been so smooth, something was missing.
That irreplaceable bond between teacher and student, the most important personal guidance.
Without it, her path felt incomplete, twisted, broken—
like a sapling starved for a gardener’s hand.
At last, that chance had arrived.
At last, she could experience the feeling of Master’s direct teaching!
Off-screen.
Chen Huaian blinked at the sight of Li Qingran, her pretty face flushed, twisting about on the bed.
…What was this situation?
He hadn’t done anything.
Was there a flea on her backside?
Perplexed but not daring to lose momentum, he sent a calm-sounding message:
【Is there anything you don’t understand about the Chao Sheng Jue?】
…He had to phrase it coolly. Couldn’t let her see through him.
“D-disciple… disciple doesn’t understand anything…”
Li Qingran bit her red lip, brows drooping. She wasn’t good at lying; the very thought made her panic. Pinching her sleeve hem, she stammered:
“Disciple is dull. I need Master to clear my doubts. Please, Master, take a moment… and guide me.”
Chen Huaian’s eyes gleamed.
This was his chance.
Feigning composure, he said: 【Very well. Let’s begin with Volume One. Tell me your insights first, and I’ll point out the flaws.】
Li Qingran inhaled sharply. She must seize this opportunity.
Of course, she’d long since mastered the first volume. But if she showed off too much, Master might be displeased. If she played too foolish, she’d embarrass herself.
So she struck a balance.
“Disciple will demonstrate to Master.”
She crossed her legs on the bed, slowly moving through the Chao Sheng Jue forms.
Deliberately sluggish, deliberately hesitant—
a false clumsiness.
Little did she know, outside the screen, Chen Huaian was madly screenshotting and screen-recording.
So that’s how you sit?
No wonder my gestures felt wrong and numb before…
Visualization too… so I wasn’t supposed to just imagine random water bottles…
Piece by piece, the preparatory movements clicked.
【Not bad. Your foundation is weak, you need to consolidate more. Show me the step of guiding qi into the body.】
Li Qingran’s heart warmed.
Worthy of being Master—he saw through her feigned clumsiness instantly!
If he were here in person, she’d never be able to hide her little tricks.
She recited carefully:
“When the spirit platform is cleared, heaven and man resonate. At that time, I see mists between heaven and earth—white, green, intertwining and shifting. Then, with a thought, I draw in a wisp of spiritual energy, feeling a cool breath enter from the Baihui point…”
“When the qi flows along the Ren and Du meridians, it forms a cyclone, drawing in naturally. With yin and yang fusing into the visualized taiji, warmth grows in the dantian. That is the first great circulation of the Chao Sheng Jue.”
Finishing, she blushed and bowed toward the void.
“Disciple’s understanding is shallow, crude, not even one-tenth of Master’s. Please, enlighten me.”
Chen Huaian: “…”
Her explanation was basically spoon-feeding the entire first volume into his mouth!
And this she called crude?
Then what did that make him?
He struggled. His knowledge was too thin. If asked to describe the taste of a banana, he could only say “banana-tasting.” Yet Li Qingran’s eyes shone with expectancy—he couldn’t just flub it.
Fortunately, he’d read plenty of novels.
He quoted at random:
“Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—don’t bully the poor youth!”
“When yin and yang reverse, I’ll dye the heavens with my blood!”
“Ah ba ah ba ah ba…”
…
Silence stretched in the void.
Then suddenly—
【All things carry yin and embrace yang; when qi rushes, harmony arises. Yin dwells within, Yang manifests without, inseparable. Rising tide is Yang, ebbing tide is Yin; sun is Yang, moon is Yin. Their interplay orders time, and by following that order, all things flourish. Thus, to cultivate Chao Sheng Jue is not to seize stray wisps of qi, but to harmonize with heaven and earth, align yin and yang, and thereby touch the Great Dao…】
Thunderous words boomed like divine scripture.
Li Qingran’s eyes widened.
Light surged across her body. Spiritual power roared in like a tide, yin and yang weaving in perfect harmony.
Her shaky early Foundation Establishment realm instantly solidified, then—
broke through again!
Mid-stage Foundation Establishment!
She opened her eyes, tears shimmering, and bowed deeply.
“Master’s grace in imparting the Dao is as vast as recreating the cosmos! Disciple will cultivate diligently, never betraying your teachings!”
Three prostrations, her heart burning with devotion.
She suddenly understood—this was not mere qi circulation.
Master had merged his own comprehension of the Dao with the Chao Sheng Jue, then broken it down into morsels for her to consume!
In this age, where could such a teacher be found?
Even if it cost her life, she swore to rid Master of his demonic affliction!
Yue Qianchi stirred awake, stunned.
Infinite Heavenly Venerable!
Li Qingran had just formed her foundation yesterday—
and today, she was already mid-stage?!
This speed was monstrous!
Yet she felt no envy, only joy.
This was her fellow Jiange disciple.
So cool!
As the flying boat drifted on, Jiange’s mountains rose ahead.
In the Sect Master’s Hall—
“Report! Sect Master, a flying boat is approaching!”
“Flying boat?!”
Su Qinian froze mid-polish of his flying sword. His eyes sharpened, voice ringing with command:
“What are you waiting for? Shoot it down!”
