Chapter 570: Lin Daiyu Uproots the Weeping Willow, Plucks Leaves and Flings Flowers, Astonishing Her Father (6/7, Request Subscriptio

No sooner had she entered the back courtyard than Xue Yan was stunned.

Her usual most tranquil Young Lady was practicing fist techniques in the open space, and she was doing them with surprising form—sweat glistened on her fair forehead.

"Oh my, Young Lady, what are you doing?!"

Xue Yan startled, quickly set down the ginseng tea, and rushed over in worry.

"Your body is already weak—if you catch a chill after sweating, what will you do?!"

"If you fall ill, Master will kill me!"

Lin Daiyu did not stop; hearing this, she continued practicing while saying, "Nonsense, if I fall ill, what has that to do with you? How could Father ever strike you?!"

Under Xue Yan's worried gaze, she practiced another round of fists, feeling her sinews and bones grow warm, utterly invigorated.

Lin Daiyu had been raised since childhood within the inner chambers, her body frail and lacking exercise—she had never experienced such subtlety before; she felt this cultivation path was nothing short of supreme delight.

She wished to continue cultivating, but felt a slight dizziness.

Even with the True Method of Body Tempering, the Immortal Path still observes the conservation of energy.

Even without spiritual energy or similar substances, nutritional replenishment is still necessary.

Power cannot arise from nothing.

Lin Daiyu stopped, sat down, poured herself a cup of ginseng tea, and sipped it slowly.

Ginseng is not tasty—it has a bitter, astringent taste, and the tea is no different.

This was her first time drinking ginseng tea; Lin Daiyu nearly spat it out.

"Looks like I can't be frugal," Lin Daiyu sighed. "Ginseng does provide some spiritual energy, but it's too unpleasant to drink. I'll have to buy some Jin Dan to assist my cultivation from now on."

The Immortal Path is highly flexible—it can be cultivated even without energy, or within environments rich with energy.

Elixirs naturally have the same effect on the Immortal Path.

After drinking one-third of the teapot, Lin Daiyu returned to the open space and swung her fists again.

Within her body, a warm current gradually emerged—the energy of the wild ginseng.

With this energy's nourishment, Lin Daiyu felt her strength growing ever stronger.

Boom!

Moments later, she punched the air, producing a sharp crack.

Xue Yan stared, dumbfounded: "Young Lady, you're… …"

Though Xue Yan was merely a maidservant, her insight was not insignificant.

Among all the bodyguards of the Lin household, only two could produce the sound of air splitting.

They were already the most respected figures among the guards.

Though such men meant nothing to Master Lin Ruhai, to ordinary people, they were already exceptional talents.

And yet the Young Lady had produced the sound of air splitting in mere moments.

This was simply too hard to accept!

Lin Daiyu stopped, sat down again, and said, "What's the matter? Is it strange that your Young Lady has made some progress in martial arts?"

"But those bodyguards took years of training to produce that sound," Xue Yan could not comprehend—was her Young Lady some heroine from a tale, born with extraordinary talent?

Lin Daiyu: "They are ordinary people, with no immortal affinity—of course their cultivation is slow."

She drank tea, then continued.

Repeating this process until the entire pot of ginseng tea was finished, Lin Daiyu felt her strength had increased significantly.

But without comparison, she could not tell what realm she had reached.

Her gaze involuntarily fell upon a small tree in the courtyard; she walked straight to it.

The tree was only as thick as a wrist, with a few sparse flowers blooming on it.

Lin Daiyu raised her hand, her slender fingers gripping the tree, then applied gentle pressure.

Whoosh!

The next moment, in Xue Yan's horrified gaze, the tree was uprooted entirely.

"Young Lady, you're incredible!" Xue Yan stepped closer, utterly astonished.

The tree had been planted for years—its roots had sunk deep into the ground.

Not even a strong man who trained regularly could pull it out.

Xue Yan stared at the torn roots, unable to accept it for a long time—her delicate, frail Young Lady possessed such strength?

Lin Daiyu was also slightly surprised.

But remembering she cultivated the Immortal Path—the path to godhood—she found it perfectly natural.

"Xue Yan, have someone replant this tree later," Lin Daiyu tossed the tree aside. "Say it was uprooted by the wind."

Xue Yan was speechless: "There's no wind today."

"Regardless, I say there is wind—there is wind," Lin Daiyu sniffed, her mood cheerful, walking back inside.

She returned to her room.

Lin Daiyu opened the Shangcheng, carefully selected for a while, then chose two pills of Bai Cao Jin Dan, and resumed cultivation within the room.