Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

Chapter 279 If You're Going to Cultivate, Cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness 6

"Shubai, what brings you here?" The Second Elder wiped his mouth guiltily.

Wen Shubai raised his head, his cold eyes looking directly at the Second Elder: "Second Elder, Junior Sister's meridians are blocked, she is not suitable for cultivation. You are harming her by doing this."

Seeing that the Second Elder remained silent, Wen Shubai frowned: "Did you tell the Sect Master about Junior Sister's existence?"

The Second Elder looked extremely guilty, but still tried to remain calm: "The Sect Master isn't here right now. I'll naturally tell him when he returns."

His expression immediately turned serious: "But Shubai, when did the Heavenly Extinction Sect become such a snobbish sect? Does it mean that only those with spiritual roots can come to the Heavenly Extinction Sect?"

"Miss Ji's heart for cultivation is so sincere, and she truly has talent; she simply lacks spiritual roots. Why can't she come to the Heavenly Annihilation Sect!"

Wen Shubai looked at the Second Elder in silence.

The Second Elder coughed awkwardly: "If she wants to stay in the Heavenly Absolute Sect, just let her stay. She doesn't have spiritual roots, so just ignore her and let her play by herself."

Anyway, Ji Chaoxi is just here to have fun.

He didn't dare to say it before, but now he's just throwing caution to the wind.

Wen Shubai lowered his eyes and didn't say anything more.

No wonder the Second Elder never let his junior sister collect the jade token; it turns out he never intended for her to become a disciple of the Heavenly Annihilation Sect.

He suddenly thought of those expectant eyes, but did his junior sister know about this too...?

As night deepened, the moon over the Heavenly Absolute Sect appeared much larger than that of the mortal realm, exuding a subtle spiritual aura. The wind rustled through the nearby bamboo forest.

A knocking sounded suddenly.

Ji Chaoxi, who was eating in the courtyard, paused for a moment, then limped to the door and secretly opened it a crack.

A cool, refreshing fragrance drifted in through the crack in the door.

Wen Shubai stood outside the door, still wearing his moon-white outer robe. He met her gaze and said gently, "Junior Sister."

"Senior Brother?" Ji Chaoxi opened the door, looking completely bewildered. "Why are you here so late?"

She thought someone had discovered her identity and come to arrest her.

Wen Shubai handed the item in his hand to Ji Chaoxi and said with a smile, "This is a medicinal ointment made from blood-dispersing herbs and muscle-relaxing flowers."

"Junior sister, rub the ointment in your palm to warm it up, and then gently apply it to the bruises."

She fell on a rock today, so she must have some injuries.

Ji Chaoxi took the ointment, her eyes welling up with tears of gratitude: "Thank you, Senior Brother, you're such a kind person."

She knew her senior brother was good, but she didn't expect him to be this good!

Seeing Ji Chaoxi's touched expression, Wen Shubai's eyes curved into a smile: "Junior Sister, there's no need to thank me. This is what I should do."

He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Junior Sister, do you still want to go to training tomorrow?"

Ji Chaoxi nodded vigorously: "Of course, Senior Brother, this little injury is nothing!"

He also said that she has talent, and she needs to work even harder.

Wen Shubai was silent for a moment, then a smile flashed in his eyes: "Then I'll come and call my junior sister tomorrow."

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

Just then, two disciples carrying long swords walked over. When they saw Ji Chaoxi, they were stunned for a moment, then bowed their heads.

"Senior Brother, excuse me."

Wen Shubai looked at his junior brother, who was pale-faced beside him.

Their brows were furrowed with anxiety: "Senior Brother, we were practicing the sword formation on the back mountain just now, but every time we reached the Dazhui acupoint, the sword energy would flow backward. We really dared not delay, so we came to bother you now."

Wen Shubai frowned, his tone gentle yet tinged with seriousness: "The backflow of sword energy was due to your unauthorized application of spiritual pressure. Cultivation must not be rushed."

He looked at Ji Chaoxi beside him and nodded slightly to her: "Junior Sister, get some rest early tonight. I'll teach you swordsmanship tomorrow."

Ji Chaoxi's eyes lit up: "Okay, senior brother."

If she practices swordsmanship, will she be able to fly on a sword in the future?

At this moment, Ji Chaoxi was completely blinded by Wen Shubai's words about talent that afternoon.

Liuli, munching on a braised pork knuckle, peeked out and said, "Miss, I told you you have talent! Look, even Senior Brother came all the way to bring you medicine; he must think you're a prodigy."

Today she noticed that her senior brother always looked at their young lady with a very deep gaze.

They must be envious of her daughter's talent.

Suppressing her excitement, Ji Chaoxi pressed her hand on Liuli's shoulder, her face earnest: "If I ever succeed in cultivating, Liuli, I will definitely take you with me!"

Liuli fell silent, thinking about how Ji Chaoxi had been suffering terribly while practicing horse stance and meditation today.

She doesn't seem very interested in practicing Taoism...

But seeing the expectant look on her young lady's face, she nodded.

A thin mist clung to the stone steps of the Tianjue Sect, outlining the mountains with a golden edge. In the distant sea of ​​clouds, several cranes spread their wings and flew by.

"drink!"

The unified shouts soared into the sky. Hundreds of disciples were on the training ground, their movements perfectly synchronized, each swing of their swords accompanied by a whooshing sound.

In the shade of the training ground, Wen Shubai held an unsharpened wooden sword. He stood behind Ji Chaoxi, his tone calm.

"Junior Sister, cultivating immortality begins with cultivating the mind. Today you only need to repeat these four actions."

Wen Shubai picked up his sword, raised his arm, and slowly made a movement, the sword falling with a burst of sword energy.

Ji Chaoxi followed his instructions step by step.

There are four movements in total: chop, stab, hook, and flick. They look simple, but they are very difficult to do.

Ji Chaoxi took the wooden sword, swung it forcefully, and shouted, "Chop!"

She glanced at Wen Shubai, and seeing that he didn't speak, she thrust forward again, her body swaying, but her voice was extremely firm: "Thrust!"

Liuli stood in the shade of the tree, eating snacks while watching intently.

She thought her young lady's movements were even better than her senior brother's, and she wasn't joking.

Ji Chaoxi was losing her composure. She flipped her wrist and shouted, "Hang!"

I almost threw the sword away.

Wen Shubai's expression remained very gentle throughout, showing no intention of mocking her, and he simply watched quietly from the side.

"tease!"

Ji Chaoxi gripped the wooden sword and suddenly thrust it upwards, but she used too much force and staggered backwards.

Ji Chaoxi stood silently in front of Wen Shubai.

Wen Shubai stared blankly at Ji Chaoxi, who had stopped moving. When he saw her bright red ears, he suddenly realized something.

"Junior sister is practicing very diligently. With continued practice, she will make even greater progress in the future."

Hearing this, Ji Chaoxi finally gained some confidence. She was very moved; she was just right for encouragement-based education.

Ji Chaoxi started practicing again. Although her movements were a bit clumsy, after practicing a few times, she began to look quite good.

Wen Shubai stood beside her, and whenever Ji Chaoxi's movements became distorted, Wen Shubai would tap her elbow to correct her.

"Junior sister, raise your hand higher, this thrust should be straight..."

Wen Shubai watched for a while longer, and seeing that she hadn't made any major mistakes, he said softly, "Junior Sister, you practice first. I'll check you after you've practiced each of the four moves—slashing, thrusting, hooking, and parrying—three thousand times."

Ji Chaoxi didn't react for a moment when she heard the number.

"Three thousand times?"

Wen Shubai nodded gently.

Ji Chaoxi: ...

She gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, senior brother, go ahead. I'll practice hard."