Chapter 139 : Trait: Instinctive Comprehension
Chapter 139: Trait: Instinctive Comprehension
“You—and that Sword Saint as well—only know how to cultivate yourselves.”
“As for teaching others, you’re both not very good at it!”
Jiang Xiuning, dressed in white, spoke as her gaze fell on Li Yunqing. “Women understand women best!”
“This young girl has gentle brows and eyes, yet her gaze is clear and resolute. Every movement she makes is calm and decisive, without the slightest hesitation—clearly, she already holds something firm in her heart.”
“Her sword path has long existed within her. Haven’t you noticed?”
Hearing this, Sword God Ying Jiu paused slightly and looked at Li Yunqing in surprise.
He truly had not noticed. He had only felt that Li Yunqing’s temperament was gentle and tranquil, her mind clear and untainted by external things.
She naturally exuded an ethereal aura, like a spirit born of nature, drifting with immortal grace.
This was also why he had called her “Sword Fairy” within the Sword God Sect.
Moreover, all he had seen in her eyes was something like spring water, as if filled with endless tenderness—he had never noticed any so-called firmness within.
Perhaps, just as his wife said, women understood women best.
Since Li Yunqing had already condensed a Sword Heart, even if her sword path was not yet complete, it had long taken shape.
“Greetings, Master’s Wife. Greetings… Junior Sister!”
Li Yunqing did not say much and simply bowed slightly.
It was a matter between husband and wife—she could not intervene and only found it somewhat amusing.
When she first met Sword God Ying Jiu, he had been stern and unsmiling, yet before Jiang Xiuning, his brows softened, and his face was gentle.
Even when Jiang Xiuning directly retorted against him, his expression did not change—instead, it grew even more warm.
It could only be said that their relationship as husband and wife was truly good.
And their daughter was about the same age as herself.
“You should call me Senior Sister. I entered earlier than you!”
“And I’m definitely older than you!”
As she spoke, Ying Qianqian’s gaze fell on Li Yunqing’s chest, and she felt a moment of uncertainty.
Recalling the earlier whispers of those male disciples, she glanced down at her own flat chest, feeling a bit dejected.
With that figure and that aura, no matter how one looked at it, she herself seemed smaller.
“Greetings, Senior Sister!”
Li Yunqing did not argue and calmly changed her address.
It was just a form of address—she would not compete over such things like a child.
“Your sword path has already taken shape. What you lack now is sword techniques!”
Sword God Ying Jiu did not comment on the exchange between Ying Qianqian and Li Yunqing.
Girls had their own way of interacting, and he had no intention of interfering.
After a moment of thought, he continued, “Only by observing all the sword techniques under heaven, understanding the principles within them, and condensing their sword momentum—”
“Using countless sword momenta to nourish your own sword path, only then can Myriad Swords Return to the Origin reach Great Completion!”
“Qianqian, take your Junior Sister to the Sword Pavilion!”
At this point, Sword God Ying Jiu’s gaze fell on Li Yunqing. “You may freely observe all sword techniques in the Sword Pavilion. As for how to cultivate, simply follow your heart.”
“Thank you, Master!”
Li Yunqing bowed slightly. Before she could straighten up, Ying Qianqian had already come to her side.
Her arm naturally linked with Li Yunqing’s as she led her toward the Sword Pavilion.
After walking a short distance, Ying Qianqian leaned slightly closer and whispered in Li Yunqing’s ear, “What do you usually eat? Why is your chest so big?”
“You don’t know—those male disciples in the Martial Hall are all secretly looking at you.”
“They even said that if they could marry you, they’d be willing to die!”
Hearing this, Li Yunqing’s lips twitched slightly. She turned to glance at Ying Qianqian’s chest—
completely flat.
“What’s so good about being big?”
Li Yunqing lowered her gaze slightly—she couldn’t even see her own toes.
If she walked with a slightly larger stride, things would bounce around, making her feel somewhat insecure.
“Men all like this!” Ying Qianqian replied matter-of-factly.
“Why should it be for men to like?” Li Yunqing said. “What matters is that you like it yourself.”
“Then why did you grow so big?”
Ying Qianqian stared directly at Li Yunqing’s chest, pouting.
Li Yunqing: “…”
For a moment, she was at a loss for words. Indeed, everyone had different thoughts.
Everyone also had their own way of living. She truly could not impose her own understanding onto others.
There was no absolute right or wrong in an era—people of each era had their own rules and paths.
She only needed to hold fast to her own heart. If she had the ability, she would treat others kindly and remain without regret.
“I can check your pulse.”
After thinking for a moment, Li Yunqing spoke.
Women had their pursuits, men had theirs.
And she, too, had her own.
It truly could not be generalized.
“You know medicine?”
Ying Qianqian was startled and quickly whispered near Li Yunqing’s ear, “Don’t tell my mother. From now on, I’ll cover for you in the Martial Hall!”
Hearing this, Li Yunqing smiled and nodded.
Ying Qianqian was about her age. If it was truly a physical issue, it could naturally be adjusted.
The two chatted and laughed as they headed straight for the Sword Pavilion.
The Sword Pavilion was a small two-story building.
Inside the first floor, rows of bookshelves were neatly arranged, filled with various sword manuals—at a glance, there were no fewer than a thousand.
“The first floor has over a thousand lower-tier and mid-tier sword techniques. The second floor has over three hundred upper-tier ones.”
“My father said that if you learn all of these and integrate them, Myriad Swords Return to the Origin will reach Great Completion!”
Ying Qianqian, like a little landlord, dragged Li Yunqing around the pavilion.
After finishing a round, she pulled Li Yunqing to a corner, looking at her expectantly.
Sword God Ying Jiu and Jiang Xiuning were both good-looking, so Ying Qianqian was naturally pretty as well.
At this moment, she was like a kitten begging for food—completely impossible to refuse.
“Give me your hand.”
Li Yunqing smiled as she spoke.
In her memory, her mother had passed away early, and she had been cared for by Xiaolan since childhood.
She rarely went out and spent most of her time in the inner chambers. She had not interacted much with other women.
Aside from Xiaolan, only Yuan Qing had accompanied her for a month.
Perhaps because they were of similar age, Ying Qianqian showed no guard against her.
And being from the Jianghu, she did not have the complicated etiquette of noble ladies.
Instead, she was somewhat straightforward and carefree.
“What does your mother do?”
As her fingers rested lightly on Ying Qianqian’s wrist, Li Yunqing’s brows moved slightly as she asked.
“My mother is also a disciple of the Sword God Sect.”
“Each generation of the Sword God Sect has only one Sword God and nine Sword Sect Masters. My mother is one of the nine of this generation.”
Ying Qianqian spoke without reservation. “They say she only barely became one of the Sword Sect Masters because she’s the daughter of the previous Sword God.”
“But my grandfather says my mother worked very hard since childhood and earned it through her own strength.”
“I see.”
Li Yunqing nodded. “Perhaps because your mother trained too hard and injured her body, when she was pregnant with you, it resulted in a slight congenital deficiency.”
Hearing this, Ying Qianqian froze, her expression visibly growing tense.
In common understanding, congenital deficiency meant a serious condition, difficult to cure with ordinary medicine.
“Don’t worry, I can treat it!”
Li Yunqing quickly reassured her, afraid of frightening her.
“That’s good!”
Ying Qianqian sighed in relief. Her eyes drifted once more to Li Yunqing’s chest as she whispered, “If it’s cured… can it grow as big as yours?”
Li Yunqing: “…”
Looking down at her chest, Li Yunqing was speechless.
Was this really that big?
In her view, it was still a size smaller than what was described as thirty-six D.
Not particularly large.
But considering this era—where physicians were scarce and food preparation likely lacked balanced nutrition—
some women might even suffer from malnutrition due to pickiness or illness.
Additionally, martial training and cultivation methods could affect the body.
Aside from special physiques, her current figure was indeed considered very large in this era.
After all, no one else possessed the Longevity Panel or trait enhancements.
Moreover, her various physiques were constantly shaping her body toward perfection.
In this world, such proportions were exceptionally outstanding.
Looking at Li Yunqing’s figure, Ying Qianqian raised her hand and lightly gestured at her waist,
then compared her hand at her hips, her tone tinged with envy. “What exactly did you eat? How did you grow like this?”
“Why is it that your flesh grows exactly where it should, and nowhere else?”
“No wonder all those men can’t take their eyes off you…”
“If I weren’t a woman, I definitely wouldn’t be able to look away either!”
Li Yunqing: “…”
You’re not looking away right now either.
You almost touched me.
“Do you have paper and ink?”
Li Yunqing couldn’t explain, so she said softly, “I’ll write you a prescription to adjust your body.”
“As for how much it grows, that depends on your parents’ bloodline.”
As she spoke, Li Yunqing’s gaze fell on Ying Qianqian. “Your figure is already well-proportioned.”
“How could someone who practices martial arts be too lacking?”
“Why should a woman wrong herself just to please men?”
Hearing this, Ying Qianqian pouted. “Then why did you grow like that?”
“Do you feel wronged?”
“You don’t understand the grievance of someone like me!”
Li Yunqing: “…”
Alright—she truly didn’t understand.
She couldn’t even empathize.
Because she had no intention of marrying a man, and with such beauty and figure, she had never believed in so-called love.
Toward men who approached her, her first impression was always that they were driven by desire.
It was like a wealthy person instinctively thinking others approached them for money.
It was the same principle.
If someone treated her well, she might feel moved or appreciative and respond with kindness.
But she would never repay them with her body.
In her understanding, there were many ways to repay kindness—she would never use her body as repayment.
As for “giving oneself in marriage” as repayment, it was something she would never do.
Just as she never gambled with her own body in combat.
If she had to gamble, she would gamble with her life—either live or die, with no third option.
After writing the prescription and handing it to Ying Qianqian, Li Yunqing said no more and quietly walked to the shelves, beginning to read the sword manuals.
Over thirteen hundred manuals—she needed to memorize them as quickly as possible.
Then comprehend the essence and principles within.
This concerned her combat strength—she would not be careless.
She never treated becoming stronger lightly.
“I’ll go prepare the medicine first. I’ll come find you at noon—don’t run around!”
Ying Qianqian stuffed the prescription into her sleeve and muttered, “With how you look, I’m afraid you’ll get snatched by men if you wander off.”
Li Yunqing’s lips twitched slightly, speechless. She waved her hand and immersed herself in the manuals while circulating the Mingyu Divine Art.
At just fifteen or sixteen years old, Ying Qianqian already understood everything.
And she spoke far too directly.
If Li Yunqing had the mindset of an ordinary young girl, she would already be blushing in embarrassment.
“Mingyu Divine Art Experience +15.”
“Myriad Swords Return to the Origin Experience +2.”
“Frost Sword Canon Experience +2.”
Time passed as lines of text continuously flashed before Li Yunqing’s eyes.
Though she had not practiced them, with her enhanced comprehension, Greater Yin Sword Embryo, and powerful mind,
many lower-tier sword techniques granted her significant experience just from reading.
Even the Frost Sword Canon gained experience as well.
Until evening, after reading nearly two hundred lower-tier sword techniques, a line of text suddenly appeared:
“Myriad Swords Return to the Origin Experience +2.”
“Myriad Swords Return to the Origin (Initiated 0/3000)”
“Myriad Swords Return to the Origin has reached Initiated. Trait derived: Instinctive Comprehension.”
“Boom!”
At the moment the text appeared, Li Yunqing felt as if thunder exploded within her mind.
All the sword techniques and forms she had seen seemed to come alive, rapidly practicing within her Sea of Consciousness.
Even beyond photographic memory.
Everything her eyes had seen—once it stirred comprehension—became instantly clear in her mind.
All the insights she had accumulated from sword techniques were now rapidly integrating.
“A trait upon reaching Initiated?”
“How terrifying… Myriad Swords Return to the Origin!”