The Untamed: Wei Wuxian Reborn as a Child

Wei Wuxian didn't dare to relax for a moment, only wanting to improve his cultivation as soon as possible. However, someone from the Wei family came that day and disrupted his plans.

At the gate of the Wei Clan, Nie Huaisang said to the disciples at the gate, "Nie Huaisang of the Qinghe Nie Clan is visiting Young Master Wei. Please let him know."

The disciple didn't dare to delay and hurried in to pass on the message. A moment later, Wei Wuxian came out to greet him personally.

"Brother Nie, how come you have time to come to our Wei family today?" Wei Wuxian laughed heartily.

Nie Huaisang bowed, his expression slightly solemn. "Brother Wei, to be honest, I came here to discuss something important."

Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrows slightly and led Nie Huaisang into the mansion. "Oh? Brother Nie, feel free to speak."

The two of them sat down in the main hall. Nie Huaisang took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Recently, my father has been forcing me to practice swordsmanship like crazy. He even said that if I can't form a pill, he will really break my legs. After thinking it over, I think only Brother Wei can help me."

When Wei WuXian heard this, he wanted to laugh again, but because he had already laughed at the other person once before, he couldn't laugh again.

Wei WuXian thought for a moment and said, "Brother Nie, why are you so reluctant when I ask you to practice with your sword? Isn't your elder brother quite good at it?"

Nie Huaisang: "It's not that I'm willing, it's just... Oh! How can I tell you? My reaction is that I don't want to practice sword anymore. Brother Wei, is there any way to form a pill without practicing sword, and also to fly with a sword?"

Wei WuXian fell into deep thought, then asked, "So what do you want to practice? Or what kind of weapon do you like?"

Nie Huaisang frowned and said, "I just like picture books, fans and things like that. How can this be used as a weapon?"

Wei WuXian smiled and said, "Who says you can't? Besides, aren't you the only one among the hundreds of immortal families who use swords? It's not impossible for you to use a fan as a weapon."

Nie Huaisang was delighted after hearing this and immediately ordered the disciple who came with him to go back and make a fan.

Nie Huaisang was delighted after hearing this and immediately ordered the disciple who came with him to go back and make a fan.

The disciple hurried away after receiving the order. Wei Wuxian looked at Nie Huaisang with a puzzled expression and asked, "Brother Nie, what does this mean?" Nie Huaisang smiled mysteriously and said, "Brother Wei, you will know later."

Wei WuXian nodded and said, "Alright then. In that case, Brother Nie, please stay here for now. I'll go back and figure out how to practice the fan."

A few days later, the disciple returned at full speed, holding an exquisite black iron fan. Nie Huaisang took the fan and gently unfolded it, revealing a beautifully painted pattern.

Nie Huaisang couldn't let go of the fan, so he took the fan and went to find Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian had been studying how to practice with the fan these past few days. As for his cultivation, it wasn't difficult with the spiritual power talisman.

"Brother Wei! Brother Wei!" Nie Huaisang trotted all the way to Wei Wuxian's residence. "Look, I've got the fan. What should I do next?"

Wei Wuxian looked at Nie Huaisang's excitement, smiled and shook his head, then took out a yellowed drawing from his arms.

"This is an ancient book I found these days. It records a unique cultivation method. Perhaps you can give it a try."

Nie Huaisang hurriedly took the blueprint and examined it carefully.

Wei WuXian continued, “However, this training method requires a strong willpower.” He paused, then continued, “Because it requires you to overcome your inner fears and doubts, while also resisting external temptations and interference. Only then can you truly master this training method and apply it in actual combat.”

"No problem, as long as I can make the fan my weapon, I'm not afraid of any difficulties!" Nie Huaisang's eyes were firm.

So Wei Wuxian used the spiritual power talisman on Nie Huaisang. In an instant, Nie Huaisang felt a powerful spiritual power surging into his body. He held the fan tightly and tried to wave it a few times.

I saw the fan flashing with a faint light, as if it had a hint of spirituality.

"How does it feel?" Wei Wuxian asked.

Nie Huaisang nodded excitedly: "It seems to be really effective! But this power is still very weak, and it needs continuous practice."

In the following days, Nie Huaisang began his training journey in the Wei family. He regarded the method taught by Wei Wuxian as a precious treasure and devoted himself to practice it wholeheartedly.

Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines on his face, he gets up early and goes to a quiet place in the mountains to start his day's practice.

This place is quiet and peaceful, away from the hustle and bustle and interference, allowing him to focus on exploring his inner world. Here, he can merge with nature and feel its power and wisdom.

Nie Huaisang sat on a large flat rock, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and allowed himself to enter a state of calm and concentration.

He recalled the techniques and mental methods Wei Wuxian had taught him, then began to silently circulate his spiritual energy. As time passed, he gradually felt a warm energy rising from his dantian, flowing through his meridians, and finally converging at his fingertips. This energy grew stronger and stronger, as if it threatened to burst through his body and soar into the sky.

However, Nie Huaisang did not rush for success, but remained calm and patient and continued to practice.

After a period of hard work, Nie Huaisang finally broke through the first level and successfully mastered the skills taught by Wei Wuxian.

He was extremely excited at this moment, but he also understood that his cultivation journey had just begun. In the days to come, he needed to continuously improve his strength to cope with the challenges he might face in the future.

As time went by, the tacit understanding between him and the fan grew stronger and stronger. Every time he waved the fan, he could feel a powerful force gathering in his hands, as if the fan had become a part of his body.

The fan's blade is like a living thing: a gentle wave can create a breeze, while a strong wave can stir up a violent storm. The fan's bones are incredibly strong, easily withstanding even the most powerful attacks.

As he became more and more proficient in using the fan, its power began to gradually emerge.