Su Qiuyue finished speaking, and her eyes couldn’t help but stare straight at Bai Yue.
Her world became incredibly quiet in that moment.
All her attention and mind were instinctively locked onto the person before her.
Bai Yue was also looking at her.
Those always gentle peach blossom eyes gazed at her.
The air seemed to freeze.
The wind stopped, and in the distance, Mu Chenxi and Yan Hua couldn’t help but look over.
Time stretched infinitely, each second simmering in honey, becoming thicker and sweeter.
“Mas…Master….”
Su Qiuyue’s throat was dry, her voice trembling as she spoke.
Her courage was fading rapidly, and relying only on a burst of impulse, she used all her strength to softly ask again.
“Master, do you want to try?”
Bai Yue didn’t speak.
She simply gazed quietly at her disciple.
She saw the nervousness and anticipation in her eyes, and the cautious adoration.
This silence was excruciating torment for Su Qiuyue.
Just as she was about to break, ready to flee in panic—
Bai Yue moved.
She slowly reached out her hand toward Su Qiuyue.
It was a hand sculpted from white jade.
The slender fingers shimmered with pale moonlight.
Su Qiuyue’s Remnant Soul trembled.
She felt she could no longer maintain her human form—Master was responding to her humble affection.
Now, it was as if she were being drawn by invisible threads, caught in the sweetest spell.
Staring at that hand so close at hand, Su Qiuyue slowly raised her own.
Her fingertips trembled.
An inch.
A little more.
At the moment their fingers touched, a delicate sensation spread.
Master was special—the illusory her could touch the real Master.
Su Qiuyue shuddered all over, as if struck by a gentle lightning, a numbing warmth spreading through her soul.
She didn’t hesitate anymore, immediately clasping Master’s hand tightly in her palm.
Just as she imagined.
Cool, yet soft—like holding a piece of fine warm jade.
Su Qiuyue held on tightly.
As if afraid she would disappear, as if wanting to pour all her feelings into this tightly held palm.
Step by step, she led Bai Yue to the cold Tombstone.
“Are you ready?”
She asked softly, her voice brimming with irrepressible joy.
“Mm.”
Bai Yue nodded.
Her voice was so faint it was almost inaudible, but Su Qiuyue heard it.
The two looked at each other, then pressed their tightly clasped hands onto the cold stone.
At the instant of contact.
Buzz!
The entire Tombstone erupted in a gentle milky white light, wrapping the two in a warm cocoon.
No longer a cold torrent of words.
Countless mysterious sword shadows and Heart Method incantations transformed into streams of warmth, weaving and merging between their souls.
They seemed to fall together into a sword-dancing illusion beneath the stars.
Two beautiful women danced with long swords under the bright moon.
Sword light like dragons, Sword Intent entwined.
Chanmian like whispered love.
This sword technique was called Chanmian.
It wasn’t a sword for one.
But for two.
A sword that united hearts and entrusted life and death.
Outside the light, Mu Chenxi silently watched, hands unconsciously clenched in her sleeves.
The place where her heart was throbbed with a faint, sour ache.
She also… really wanted to try with Master…
The light slowly faded.
The first thing Su Qiuyue did was sharply turn to look at Bai Yue beside her.
Her mind was blank, only a single thought echoing wildly.
It worked.
It really worked.
So… Master… really… likes me?
This thought made her dizzy, the joy in her heart almost drowning her.
She always thought Master’s kindness was pity, sympathy, or the duty of a teacher.
She never dared hope that gentleness hid feelings like her own.
But now, this inherited sword technique gave her the most direct, undeniable answer.
Su Qiuyue stared dumbly at Bai Yue.
Bai Yue was a little flustered under such burning gaze.
A beautiful blush spread from her fair earlobes to her cheeks.
“Qiuyue…”
Unable to bear the gaze, Bai Yue looked away first, speaking in a panicked suggestion.
“W-we… why don’t we try cultivating the Heart Method of this sword technique together?”
After speaking, she keenly sensed two more scorching gazes.
Turning her head, she met the wide, expectant eyes of Mu Chenxi and Yan Hua, which screamed, “What about me? What about me?”
Bai Yue instantly felt overwhelmed.
She quickly added, “I’ll try with Qiuyue first. If it works… then Chenxi and Yan Hua can cultivate together too. Everyone can improve together— that’s what’s most important.”
Sigh, having too many disciples was a blissful kind of trouble.
She always had to make sure things were fair, or someone would feel left out.
Bai Yue felt helpless.
Who told her disciples to love her so much, always wanting to cling to her?
Hearing Master’s words, a small, sweet possessiveness welled up in Su Qiuyue’s heart.
But she knew now was not the time for selfishness.
Bai Yue wasn’t skilled in sword techniques, so the two sat facing each other cross-legged to cultivate the relatively simple beginner Heart Method.
Their palms pressed together.
The instant their palms touched, a warmth even greater than before surged.
A mysterious Sword Intent slowly formed and flowed around the two.
Their hair fluttered without wind.
Su Qiuyue watched her own black hair and Master’s snow-white hair fly and intertwine in the air—no longer distinguishable from each other.
Just like their heartbeats at this moment.
Su Qiuyue could even clearly hear Master’s heartbeat syncing with hers, beating faster and faster, then finally merging into one.
So Master gets nervous too.
This discovery made Su Qiuyue unable to hide the smile at her lips.
As the Heart Method circulated, Su Qiuyue was delighted to find that her long-stagnant Sword Dao bottleneck was loosening and beginning to advance.
Bai Yue’s cultivation advanced even faster.
Vast spiritual energy gathered, forming a small vortex above her head.
Her original mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation surged, breaking through to the peak of Foundation Establishment in one sweep.
Just one step away from Core Formation.
An hour later, the two stopped cultivating.
Bai Yue looked at the abundant spiritual power within her, her face also filled with surprise.
She thought for a moment, then looked to the side at Mu Chenxi, whose eyes were filled with anticipation.
“Chenxi, you come.”
They sat facing each other, palms pressed together.
This time, the bottleneck appeared on Bai Yue’s side.
When Mu Chenxi’s passionate Sword Intent flowed in, the spiritual power within Bai Yue instantly found an outlet.
Boom!
The invisible shackles shattered.
Bai Yue, successful Core Formation!
Mu Chenxi’s gains were also immense—her infatuated Sword Dao advanced significantly in this fusion.
Finally, it was Yan Hua’s turn.
But this stumped our little foodie.
She couldn’t understand the complicated sword moves or Sword Intent at all, only blinking her big eyes and looking at Bai Yue with grievance.
“Master, why can’t I do it?”
Bai Yue smiled, patting her head.
“Different skills suit different people. Yan Hua, you’re not suited to the Sword Dao. Master feels you are better for body cultivation.”
“Then how do I improve body cultivation?”
Yan Hua’s eyes lit up instantly. She scooted closer, full of anticipation.
“I want Master to help me cultivate too! And give me grilled fish—if I eat more, I’ll get stronger~”
As she spoke, she seemed to forget her earlier troubles and dashed outside.
“I’m going to catch fish!”
Watching her lively figure, Bai Yue smiled helplessly.
This cheerful little glutton—her troubles came and went quickly.
***
Su Qiuyue finished speaking, and her eyes couldn’t help but stare straight at Bai Yue.
Her world became incredibly quiet in that moment.
All her attention and mind were instinctively locked onto the person before her.
Bai Yue was also looking at her.
Those always gentle peach blossom eyes gazed at her.
The air seemed to freeze.
The wind stopped, and in the distance, Mu Chenxi and Yan Hua couldn’t help but look over.
Time stretched infinitely, each second simmering in honey, becoming thicker and sweeter.
“Mas…Master….”
Su Qiuyue’s throat was dry, her voice trembling as she spoke.
Her courage was fading rapidly, and relying only on a burst of impulse, she used all her strength to softly ask again.
“Master, do you want to try?”
Bai Yue didn’t speak.
She simply gazed quietly at her disciple.
She saw the nervousness and anticipation in her eyes, and the cautious adoration.
This silence was excruciating torment for Su Qiuyue.
Just as she was about to break, ready to flee in panic.
Bai Yue moved.
She slowly reached out her hand toward Su Qiuyue.
It was a hand sculpted from white jade.
The slender fingers shimmered with pale moonlight.
Su Qiuyue’s Remnant Soul trembled.
She felt she could no longer maintain her human form—Master was responding to her humble affection.
Now, it was as if she were being drawn by invisible threads, caught in the sweetest spell.
Staring at that hand so close at hand, Su Qiuyue slowly raised her own.
Her fingertips trembled.
An inch.
A little more.
At the moment their fingers touched, a delicate sensation spread.
Master was special—the illusory her could touch the real Master.
Su Qiuyue shuddered all over, as if struck by a gentle lightning, a numbing warmth spreading through her soul.
She didn’t hesitate anymore, immediately clasping Master’s hand tightly in her palm.
Just as she imagined.
Cool, yet soft—like holding a piece of fine warm jade.
Su Qiuyue held on tightly.
As if afraid she would disappear, as if wanting to pour all her feelings into this tightly held palm.
Step by step, she led Bai Yue to the cold Tombstone.
“Are you ready?”
She asked softly, her voice brimming with irrepressible joy.
“Mm.”
Bai Yue nodded.
Her voice was so faint it was almost inaudible, but Su Qiuyue heard it.
The two looked at each other, then pressed their tightly clasped hands onto the cold stone.
At the instant of contact—
Buzz!
The entire Tombstone erupted in a gentle milky white light, wrapping the two in a warm cocoon.
No longer a cold torrent of words.
Countless mysterious sword shadows and Heart Method incantations transformed into streams of warmth, weaving and merging between their souls.
They seemed to fall together into a sword-dancing illusion beneath the stars.
Two beautiful women danced with long swords under the bright moon.
Sword light like dragons, Sword Intent entwined.
Chanmian like whispered love.
This sword technique was called Chanmian.
It wasn’t a sword for one.
But for two.
A sword that united hearts and entrusted life and death.
Outside the light, Mu Chenxi silently watched, hands unconsciously clenched in her sleeves.
The place where her heart was throbbed with a faint, sour ache.
She also… really wanted to try with Master…
The light slowly faded.
The first thing Su Qiuyue did was sharply turn to look at Bai Yue beside her.
Her mind was blank, only a single thought echoing wildly.
It worked.
It really worked.
So… Master… really… likes me?
This thought made her dizzy, the joy in her heart almost drowning her.
She always thought Master’s kindness was pity, sympathy, or the duty of a teacher.
She never dared hope that gentleness hid feelings like her own.
But now, this inherited sword technique gave her the most direct, undeniable answer.
Su Qiuyue stared dumbly at Bai Yue.
Bai Yue was a little flustered under such burning gaze.
A beautiful blush spread from her fair earlobes to her cheeks.
“Qiuyue…”
Unable to bear the gaze, Bai Yue looked away first, speaking in a panicked suggestion.
“W-we… why don’t we try cultivating the Heart Method of this sword technique together?”
After speaking, she keenly sensed two more scorching gazes.
Turning her head, she met the wide, expectant eyes of Mu Chenxi and Yan Hua, which screamed, “What about me? What about me?”
Bai Yue instantly felt overwhelmed.
She quickly added, “I’ll try with Qiuyue first. If it works… then Chenxi and Yan Hua can cultivate together too. Everyone can improve together— that’s what’s most important.”
Sigh, having too many disciples was a blissful kind of trouble.
She always had to make sure things were fair, or someone would feel left out.
Bai Yue felt helpless.
Who told her disciples to love her so much, always wanting to cling to her?
Hearing Master’s words, a small, sweet possessiveness welled up in Su Qiuyue’s heart.
But she knew now was not the time for selfishness.
Bai Yue wasn’t skilled in sword techniques, so the two sat facing each other cross-legged to cultivate the relatively simple beginner Heart Method.
Their palms pressed together.
The instant their palms touched, a warmth even greater than before surged.
A mysterious Sword Intent slowly formed and flowed around the two.
Their hair fluttered without wind.
Su Qiuyue watched her own black hair and Master’s snow-white hair fly and intertwine in the air—no longer distinguishable from each other.
Just like their heartbeats at this moment.
Su Qiuyue could even clearly hear Master’s heartbeat syncing with hers, beating faster and faster, then finally merging into one.
So Master gets nervous too.
This discovery made Su Qiuyue unable to hide the smile at her lips.
As the Heart Method circulated, Su Qiuyue was delighted to find that her long-stagnant Sword Dao bottleneck was loosening and beginning to advance.
Bai Yue’s cultivation advanced even faster.
Vast spiritual energy gathered, forming a small vortex above her head.
Her original mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation surged, breaking through to the peak of Foundation Establishment in one sweep.
Just one step away from Core Formation.
An hour later, the two stopped cultivating.
Bai Yue looked at the abundant spiritual power within her, her face also filled with surprise.
She thought for a moment, then looked to the side at Mu Chenxi, whose eyes were filled with anticipation.
“Chenxi, you come.”
They sat facing each other, palms pressed together.
This time, the bottleneck appeared on Bai Yue’s side.
When Mu Chenxi’s passionate Sword Intent flowed in, the spiritual power within Bai Yue instantly found an outlet.
Boom!
The invisible shackles shattered.
Bai Yue, successful Core Formation!
Mu Chenxi’s gains were also immense—her infatuated Sword Dao advanced significantly in this fusion.
Finally, it was Yan Hua’s turn.
But this stumped our little foodie.
She couldn’t understand the complicated sword moves or Sword Intent at all, only blinking her big eyes and looking at Bai Yue with grievance.
“Master, why can’t I do it?”
Bai Yue smiled, patting her head.
“Different skills suit different people. Yan Hua, you’re not suited to the Sword Dao. Master feels you are better for body cultivation.”
“Then how do I improve body cultivation?”
Yan Hua’s eyes lit up instantly. She scooted closer, full of anticipation.
“I want Master to help me cultivate too! And give me grilled fish—if I eat more, I’ll get stronger~”
As she spoke, she seemed to forget her earlier troubles and dashed outside.
“I’m going to catch fish!”
Watching her lively figure, Bai Yue smiled helplessly.
This cheerful little glutton—her troubles came and went quickly.