Chapter 11: The Light of the Study God
Bai Yu thought his judgment wasn’t bad. With just one glance, he had set his eyes on this girl, Yun Jiao. Even their ancestral master had appeared personally to meet her. This showed she was destined to be tied with the Daoist sects, born with the aptitude for cultivation. The fact that the ancestral master had bestowed such a profound cultivation method, the Xuanxin Jue, proved that her talent must be one in a million. Perhaps it wouldn’t take many years before she would step onto the Great Dao and achieve success in her cultivation.
Bai Yu instantly felt a great sense of responsibility fall upon him. He took Yun Jiao’s cultivation even more seriously than she herself did. Unlike his usual idle, shameless ways, he swept out the best room for her to use in seclusion and comprehension. He personally handled all the chores—washing clothes, cooking, sweeping, drying laundry—never letting her lift a finger.
Even the delicious meals he used to crave that Yun Jiao cooked for him, he gritted his teeth and gave up. He would rather eat plain rice porridge three times a day than let her be distracted for even half a moment.
What was appetite compared to her cultivation? This girl was going to practice the Xuanxin Jue and bring glory back to Qingyang. How could she be distracted by trivial chores? For her to grasp the mysteries of the book as soon as possible, he even dug out his pitifully small private stash and handed her a few bottles of treasured Spirit-Gathering Pills, the ones he had been reluctant to use himself. Though his heart ached, he still handed them over with a solemn, righteous face.
“Eat! Eat them all! As long as they help your cultivation. If it’s not enough, I’ll find another way. At worst, I’ll swallow my pride and borrow a few bottles from my old friends.”
Without waiting for Yun Jiao to reply, he turned and dashed back into his own room. He pulled out cinnabar and yellow paper and started focusing on drawing talismans. Clearly, he had to sell—cough, sell, not scam—more talismans, so that he could buy more pills.
After all, Daoist arts were not easy to learn. Some people spent their entire lives without achieving anything. Aptitude was extremely important. He himself had studied for half a lifetime, and he still could only occasionally draw some low-level talismans—he couldn’t even open the Heavenly Eye. The more profound the technique, the harder it was to comprehend. Especially the Xuanxin Jue. It was said that when the Bi clan’s ancestral master practiced this method, it had taken him decades just to comprehend it, and only after cultivating diligently for many more decades did he finally ascend.
Bai Yu had already prepared himself for Yun Jiao’s long battle ahead. In all the generations of the Qingyang Sect, it was rare to have such a promising disciple. Naturally, he had to be well-prepared in advance. Fortunately, there was still a long time before the girl would finish comprehending the text and begin her real cultivation—there was time to get ready.
He could already vaguely see, years from now, Qingyang Sect rising again in the Daoist world. Finally, he would not have failed the master and grandmaster who had passed the teachings down to him. The Qingyang lineage would continue!