Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

That night.

The residence of outer disciples.

Shen Qiao sat cross-legged on the bed, his arms resting on his knees and one hand supporting his face, looking at the ordinary-looking long-leaf grass in his hand. This was the Youran grass he won in the competition.

When the master chef sent it to her just now, he told her to first nourish her spiritual veins before trying to merge them, otherwise her foundation would be unstable, which would be detrimental to her future practice.

The logic is correct, but just sitting there and doing nothing is really not like Shen Qiao's style.

One week later is the designated day for entering the Sword Tomb. She has to hurry up to raise her realm, at least to break through to the early stage of the second stage of the Forget Dust Realm. Otherwise, her realm is too low to sense spiritual weapons with a higher degree of compatibility.

Moreover, after injuring his spiritual vein this time, Shen Qiao always felt that the spiritual power in his body was flowing more smoothly. Although it was still not as good as that of the talented cultivators like the senior sister and the junior sister, at least there was no obvious feeling of congestion.

Holding the grass stem with his five fingers, Shen Qiao took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, gradually adjusting his posture and sitting up with his back straight.

If it were someone else, they would be able to drink it soaked in water or eat it directly without any problem, but Shen Qiao couldn't do that. Her current realm was too low, and swallowing a leaf would take her a while to digest, so Shen Qiao planned to adapt little by little.

As he mobilized his own spiritual energy to come into contact with the Youran Grass, Shen Qiao clearly felt a cool air coming back at him.

It is worthy of the pure water attribute.

She guided this pure power to the central channel, gradually allowing the spiritual power to flow and gather in the dantian until it completely merged with her own spiritual energy.

Everything went smoothly. Just by walking around, I was able to completely absorb the spiritual energy that came into contact with me. Next, I can try further.

She bravely tore off the smallest leaf at the bottom and put it in her mouth to chew.

"...!"

It was bitter and astringent, and the more you chewed it, the colder it became. It was even harder to swallow than Junior Sister's special medicinal soup.

Shen Qiao frowned and swallowed it whole. She felt as if she had swallowed a piece of ice into her stomach. The chilly feeling directly stimulated her whole body and made her shiver.

Not daring to be negligent in the slightest, Shen Qiao immediately focused all his attention on the water spiritual power that was already spreading out.

As she guided the spiritual power to flow through the spiritual veins, Shen Qiao felt as if this cold air condensed into ice needles that repeatedly struck the blocked spiritual veins. If the spiritual energy in front was a little slower, it would cause congestion in the later spiritual energy. She endured the pain and guided it through little by little, and then it would flow smoothly, but it would get blocked again after a while.

This continued repeatedly, and after just one small cycle, cold sweat had soaked Shen Qiao's forehead hair.

This feeling lasted for a full hour. Only after completely absorbing this small piece of leaf did Shen Qiao dare to breathe a sigh of relief and open his eyes.

My whole body was numb with pain, but it was still far from the pain of having my heart gouged out and my blood taken out in my previous life.

Taking advantage of the fact that the fusion had just taken place, Shen Qiao sat quietly for a while, allowing his body to completely adapt to this pure spiritual power.

Fortunately, the spiritual vein was not broken, otherwise it would be dangerous.

After collecting the remaining Youran grass, Shen Qiao was just about to get up to wash it when he suddenly sensed a familiar fluctuation of spiritual power.

She paused as she got out of bed, and almost instantly became alert as she said in a deep voice to the door, "It's late at night, I wonder what the Immortal Master can do for you?"

This dismissive tone made Yun Zhi, who had just arrived at the door, stand outside for a long time. Just when Shen Qiao thought he would leave after standing there for a while, he heard the door creak open.

Shen Qiao cursed inwardly, his hands reacting faster than his brain and quickly pulling the quilt to cover his body, which was only in his underwear. At the same time, he was filled with shame and anger and shouted, "Immortal Venerable, could it be that you have lost your sight at night and have taken the wrong road? This is not the Immortal Venerable's Yinguang Pavilion!"

Yun Zhi ignored her discontented attitude and asked directly, "Where are you hurt?"

Shen Qiao didn't look up, but just tried to let the shadow cover herself. Yun Zhi was standing in front of the bed, looking down at her.

"Don't worry about it, Immortal Master. I'm lucky and everything is fine." She responded coldly, but the tips of her ears were already red and hot.

Yun Zhi lowered his eyes and noticed her humiliated look, but as if to kill time, he changed the subject and asked, "Where did you learn that swordsmanship?"

"Self-study." Shen Qiao replied briefly.

His sight inadvertently fell on her sweat-soaked hair, and Yun Zhi's eyes were filled with emotions.

Always fighting like this, it's obvious that he's giving in or showing some weakness...

Yun Zhi's hands clenched and unclenched beneath his sleeves, his affectionate feelings instantly concealed. "Where did it come from?"

"The library is full of sword manuals. It seems that Tianxing Sect has no rules that prevent disciples from learning swordsmanship on their own, right?" Shen Qiao raised his eyes and glared at him angrily, unable to bear it any longer.

Their eyes met, and Shen Qiao didn't know if it was her illusion, but there seemed to be some emotions in Yun Zhi's eyes that she had never seen before.

"Yes, no."

Shen Qiao was confused by his sudden compromise, but instinctively didn't want to be alone with him, so he bluntly said to send him away, "It's getting late. Now that the Immortal Venerable has finished asking questions, go back and rest early."

"...You really don't want to communicate with me?"

This question is puzzling. According to the timeline, Yun Zhi and I are not familiar enough to say such a thing at this time, right?

Because of Yun Zhi's abrupt behavior, Shen Qiao even deliberately looked at him a few more times, as if to check whether he was possessed by some dirty thing.

Noticing her suspicious look, Yun Zhi frowned and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

In Shen Qiao's previous life, he had never looked at him like this, "Heh..."

"What are you laughing at?" Shen Qiao was even more confused.

"Forget it, if you don't like it, I won't force you." Yun Zhi said, but bowed slightly and leaned down.

Shen Qiao's heart skipped a beat as he watched Yun Zhi approach. He was so frightened that he even broke out in a cold sweat and subconsciously quickly dodged a long distance.

Yun Zhi paused slightly when he saw her resistance, and at the same time he felt a little confused.

Could it be that the experiences in the previous life have affected Shen Qiao in this life, causing these abnormal behaviors?

Yun Zhi curled up the hand that wanted to touch her head, and instead lightly touched her forehead from a distance.

For a moment, the feeling of clarity instantly dispelled the fatigue, and the spiritual veins that were originally injured in the fight with Zhu Yu seemed to be healing rapidly!

"I take back what I said." Yun Zhi withdrew his hand and returned to his usual arrogant demeanor.

"You have a talent for swordsmanship."

Shen Qiao: “…”

"Rest well, I hope you can find a good sword."

After saying this, when Shen Qiao came to her senses, Yun Zhi had already left her residence and closed the door after leaving.

talent......

The ripples in Shen Qiao's eyes were fleeting.

If he had said something encouraging like this in his previous life, she would probably go crazy with joy, right?

Standing up from the bed, Shen Qiao walked to the basin, scooped up cold water and washed his face.

With his hands on the edge of the basin, Shen Qiao looked at the young face reflected in the rippling water and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Sadly, she no longer needed it.