[Qingran, the essence of the Green Lotus Sword Canon lies in poetry—integrating poetry with spirit, where every word strengthens the sword moves.]
“So that’s how it is. I’ll remember it!”
Li Qingran stared at the figure in white, sword in hand, and became even more convinced—
Her master must be a peerless sword immortal.
This only reaffirmed her belief that he was the Supreme Elder of Jiange.
The sword cultivators of Jiange all carried a sharp aura—
- Some, like freshly forged swords, radiated raw determination.
- Some, like newly unsheathed blades, exuded lethal sharpness.
- Some, like swords hidden in their scabbards, concealed their true power.
- And some, like the Pavilion Master, stood as unshakable as a mountain.
But none of them compared to her master.
His presence was like a sword that could split the heavens, a force beyond comprehension.
And such a sword—
Must have a scabbard to match it.
She wanted to become that scabbard.
But for now—she was still far too weak.
Six Hours of Grueling Training
It took six hours for Li Qingran to barely grasp the first twelve chapters of the Green Lotus Sword Canon.
She had never seen such an exquisite sword technique before.
Each movement seemed simple, yet when executed together, they became exceptionally difficult.
Just performing them properly had drained most of her spiritual energy.
Her legs trembled, her vision blurred.
She just wanted to collapse onto the bed, to rest in the warmth of her master’s watchful gaze…
Wait, Master?!
Li Qingran bit her tongue hard.
“I can’t sleep. I have to hold on!”
Her master was still teaching her!
How could she be so careless?!
[Qingran, perform the sequence once more, then rest for today. Tomorrow, I’ll teach you the first sword style—”Sailing the Wind, Breaking the Waves.”]
“Yes, Master!”
Li Qingran straightened up, took a deep breath, and raised her sword once more.
A Dance of Snow and Steel
Chen Huaian leaned back, munching on peanuts, his eyes glued to the screen.
In truth, Li Qingran had already grasped the twelve chapters.
But he simply wanted to watch her sword dance again.
Swish—swish—swish!
The girl held her sword with both hands, her movements as light as a crane’s.
She spun gracefully, twirling the sword into a delicate flurry of sword flowers.
Her white robe fluttered like fresh snow falling from the heavens, and each flash of her blade was a streak of cold brilliance.
Mesmerizing.
Chen Huaian was so entranced, he lost track of time.
He failed to notice—
The growing fatigue in the girl’s movements.
The way her legs wobbled slightly.
The way her breath became uneven.
As she completed the twelfth form—
Li Qingran was drenched in sweat, her thin pajamas sticking to her body.
Her spiritual energy was completely depleted.
The last few movements had been unstable, her form slightly sloppy—but she had endured.
She didn’t even realize—
She was licking the sweat off her lips.
Her cheeks flushed, her chest rose and fell rapidly.
She stood straight, her sword held behind her, and waited in nervous anticipation.
“Master, how was my performance?”
Silence.
Her heart pounded.
She could feel her master watching.
But why hadn’t he said anything yet?
Did he think she wasn’t good enough?
Outside the game—
Chen Huaian forced himself to calm down.
[Not bad. Keep up the good work!]
Hearing her master’s praise—
Li Qingran’s eyebrows arched, and a radiant smile bloomed on her face.
Her fatigue seemed to vanish instantly.
This—
This was the moment she had been waiting for.
No one else’s recognition could make her happier than his.
A Disciple’s Admiration
“Master, I’m such a slow learner…”
“It took me six hours to get the hang of it. If it were you, you probably would’ve mastered it in half an hour.”
Li Qingran sat on the bed, playing with the fabric of her clothes, her eyes lowered in admiration.
She reluctantly watched her master’s presence begin to fade.
She didn’t want him to leave.
She just wanted to talk a little longer—
To keep him here.
Chen Huaian rubbed his temples.
Oh, Qingran…
If only you knew—
It took your master weeks to learn these moves!
[Ahem, disciple, don’t be modest. I’m already very satisfied that you managed to grasp the basics in six hours.]
“Then… how long did it take Master?”
[Well… ahem… half a quarter of an hour.]
“Wow! Master is truly incredible! I have to work even harder!”
Chen Huaian felt his face heat up as he looked at Li Qingran, her eyes brimming with admiration.
He chatted with her a little longer before hastily logging off. Watching her train had left his stomach growling, so it was time for a meal.
Meanwhile, Li Qingran didn’t continue pestering him.
Instead, she took a quick shower, changed into fresh clothes, and sat down to meditate and recover her exhausted spiritual power.
Rumors Spread Like Wildfire
At the same time, all across Luoxia Peak—
“Hey! Did you hear? The new junior sister built a magnificent house and ten spiritual fields in just half a day!”
“What?! My flying sword! I need to see this!”
“Did you hear? The new junior sister actually has a beautiful mansion and fifty spiritual fields!”
“Big news! The new junior sister opened a hundred spiritual fields and built an immortal palace in just half an incense stick’s time!”
“By the heavens! The new junior sister has a floating immortal palace with a hundred acres of divine fields! She even tamed two green dragons as pets!”
“What?! That sounds fake!”
“Who cares?! Let’s go check it out!”
A Sky Full of Flying Swords
Swish! Swish! Swish!
A loud chorus of whistling flying swords echoed outside.
Li Qingran was startled.
She rushed to the window and peeked outside—
Only to see countless sword cultivators soaring through the sky, their robes billowing as they stepped on glowing, colorful swords.
The entire Luoxia Peak was now surrounded.
Even the Pavilion Master and the elders were here!
“T-This… What’s going on?!”
Li Qingran panicked, quickly shutting the window and pressing her back against the wall.
She squatted down, covering her head like a frightened little crab retreating into its shell.
“Junior Sister Qingran, don’t hide! We all saw it!”
Senior Sister Yue Qianchi’s voice rang from outside.
Saw… what?!
Li Qingran’s mind went blank.
“Did they see Master giving me special treatment?”
“Did they see me in pajamas while talking to Master?!”
“Did they see the frog-and-lotus embroidered bellyband I was wearing underneath?!”
“Did they see that I wasn’t even wearing stockings?!”
“AHHHH—Master, I’m so embarrassed!!”
“No matter how much you hide, you can’t take back your house and spiritual fields. Just come out!”
“…Oh.”
Li Qingran let out a breath of relief.
But the moment she processed their words—
Her heart clenched in panic again.
“Wait… what do they mean I ‘can’t take back’ my house and fields?!
Realization dawned on her.
She slowly pushed open the door, pressing herself against the wooden frame, peeking out with the same guarded stance as a crab protecting its home.
She looked up at the dozens of disciples hovering above her—
And suddenly, she had a terrifying thought.
“Wait a second…”
“These people…”
“They’re not trying to steal my house, are they?!”
