Chapter 365: Old Nun! Eat My God Binding Technique!

Lingzhou, Spirit Sect.

Chen Shu had just spent a day studying the Great Blazing Sun Art with the Vice Sect Master and benefited greatly.

The Vice Sect Master explained it very thoroughly, not only covering the Great Blazing Sun Art itself but also the special spell structures and Reverse Rune Principle of the Blazing Sun Art series. Consequently, Chen Shu was not only much more familiar with the Great Blazing Sun Art, but his understanding of this entire direction had also deepened significantly.

Given time, perhaps he could even optimize the spells in the Blazing Sun Art series.

Currently, among all the spells he had learned, the Small Blazing Sun Art was the only one he was completely unable to optimize, improve, or even fine-tune to his own habits—he felt that even if he changed a single Rune, the entire spell-running process would fail to complete.

Returning to the courtyard, he saw a graceful and beautiful figure sitting on a cushion under the eaves, eyes closed, seemingly meditating.

Blue tiles and white walls, a peerless beauty; it was truly extremely beautiful.

"What's going on?"

Chen Shu walked over, pretending to be displeased: "Didn't we agree to cultivate together tonight? You snuck off and got a head start!"

That figure opened her eyes and looked at him calmly:

"I was just listening to the sound of the wind."

"Oh, does it sound good?"

"..."

Ning Qing closed her eyes again.

The wind was not strong at this moment, only emitting a faint whimpering sound as it passed through pavilions, towers, corridors, and eaves; it was a wonderful note of nature, inadvertently stirring the copper wind chimes hanging under the eaves, creating a string of tinkling sounds.

Footsteps approached her.

The footsteps circled behind her, and then two hands pressed onto her shoulders, shaking her: "Fine, you, so aloof, you won't even pay attention to me!"

Ning Qing kept her eyes closed, letting him shake her.

She simply wouldn't pay him any mind.

In the room nearby, a white cat poked half its body out, seemingly wanting to run toward its owner, but before it could cross the threshold, it was dragged back by a hand. Ning Qing could hear her strange younger sister warning the white cat, telling it not to go and disturb them.

At this time, she had already finished her practice of "Eye Desire" and had begun to practice "Ear Desire."

Ning Qing was ultimately different from other Secret Sect Practitioners; her primitive emotions were more abundant, and she naturally had many people and things in this world she loved to look at, some of which she never tired of seeing, so her cultivation was much smoother.

Her insights into the heavy Eye Desire had almost no hitches.

Even the flowers she planted had not been put to use.

The No Eye Desire was slightly more uncomfortable.

The so-called No Eye Desire meant cutting off the motivation and ability to appreciate beauty—during that period, her gaze toward the world was cold, just like those Heavenly Human Cultivators who had gone astray and could not be corrected, treating themselves as gods.

Everything in the world was then also cold.

She could see the composition of the mountain forest, could see the leaves swaying, but could not see the beauty of the wind blowing the fallen leaves; she could see the colors and fine textures of the petals, could see the pollen stained in the pistils, but that was all;

Even when seeing Chen Shu, she only saw his shell, saw his every move and subtle changes in expression, but was too lazy to ponder the meaning behind them.

Those few days were truly uninteresting days.

Fortunately, after the cultivation ended, comparing the two brought a deeper realization of the beauty of the world.

Now, she was practicing Ear Desire.

That is, Listen Desire, listening to the sounds of the world one loves.

Night gradually shrouded this mountain forest.

Lights were lit in two rooms in the small courtyard.

Ning Qing was in her nightgown, wearing headphones, sitting on the bed in the master bedroom, calmly looking at Chen Shu at the desk, with soft music playing in her headphones.

Time became very quiet at this moment, yet it passed quickly.

Before she knew it, the night had deepened.

"Ah..."

Chen Shu tucked a chrysanthemum bookmark into the page, stretched, turned back to look at Qingqing on the bed, and said: "I learned a new spell."

Ning Qing took off her headphones and tilted her head to look at him.

Chen Shu had to repeat himself: "I learned a new spell, will you help me test it?"

Ning Qing watched his facial expression; although he acted very well, she still caught the telltale signs. She understood him too well and immediately intended to put her headphones back on:

"Not interested."

But unexpectedly, that person gave a light shout and reached out a finger toward her: "Old nun! Eat my God Binding Technique!"

A bolt of Spirit Power shot out rapidly.

"..."

Ning Qing was helpless, but she did not dodge.

And so, before the headphones were back on, the Spirit Power transformed into an invisible binding force, firmly restraining her body and leaving her unable to move.

Then she saw that person get up and walk toward her, saying as he walked: "Old nun! See how I deal with you!"

"Want to die?"

Ning Qing just looked at him calmly.

"Oh!"

Chen Shu immediately admitted defeat and changed his tone, but his voice remained sonorous and powerful: "Young lady! That's for giving me the cold shoulder these past few days! That's for being so aloof! Now that you've eaten my Ten Fragrance Soft Muscle Powder and can't move, see how I deal with you!"

"Childish."

"You dare call me childish! Hmph hmph! It seems you don't know how ruthless I can be!"

"What time is it?"

"Hmm..." Chen Shu checked his watch, "Eleven o'clock."

"I'm still waiting for you to cultivate."

"Wait until I'm done dealing with you first."

Chen Shu said this as he climbed onto the bed, crawled onto her, and tasted her exquisite, beautiful lips in detail.

At the same time, his hand also rested on Ning Qing's leg.

The overly thin nightgown offered almost no coverage for her pair of long legs; even though it covered a small portion of her thighs, his hand could easily slip inside. However, Chen Shu did not dare to be too presumptuous; Qingqing had a cold personality and needed to be won over step by step—the consequences of making her angry were very serious.

After a bout of kissing, he shifted his gaze downward.

Qingqing truly had a pair of perfect legs.

Slender and straight, snow-white and delicate, without a single scar or blemish, not a single mole could be found on her entire body, reflecting an ivory-like luster under the lamplight. The light-colored silk fabric also reflected the light, making her skin appear even whiter, like snow and jade.

Chen Shu had heard that Heavenly Humans had very little pigment in their bodies and were not prone to pigment deposition due to age, which was why she was so white, and also why...

Well, that is, not prone to pigment deposition.

He had already verified this point.

"What are you thinking about?"

A cold voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Nothing, nothing."

"Your expression reveals something filthy."

"How novel; I'm holding you, if there weren't anything filthy, you should be the one crying." Chen Shu said this and wanted to kiss her again, but unexpectedly, Ning Qing had already broken free from his restraint at some point, and with a single push, she shoved him to the side.

"I don't want to stay up late with you."

"Got it, got it..."

Chen Shu secretly complained "old nun" in his heart, then sat cross-legged on the bed with her, calmed his mind, and began his Daily Cultivation.

Jianzhou, Sword Sect.

Ever since Zhang Suannai returned, she had been busy non-stop.

During the day, she had to accompany her master and her senior brothers and sisters to carry out New Year activities—the Sword Sect had no other activities for the New Year, just gathering together to play mahjong, occasionally going out to fight with other disciples, or showing off, much like social obligations.

At night, she had to write her graduation thesis.

In the dead of night, she still had to work hard at her cultivation.

She also had to scheme for the Sword Sect's Beast Pill.

According to what she knew, the Sword Sect had a total of three Eighth-tier Beast Pills, all obtained by past Sword Masters through their own abilities via various channels.

Don't ask for details; anyway, they existed.

The efficacy of a Beast Pill was heaven-defying, and Zhang Suannai couldn't forget it after using one once, but it also had a very useless aspect—a Beast Pill produced by a Seventh-tier beast could only help someone advance from the Fifth Stage to the Sixth Stage, yet an Eight-Tier Practitioner might not even be able to obtain a Seventh-tier Beast Pill; meanwhile, an Eighth-tier Beast Pill could only help someone advance from the Sixth Stage to the Seventh Stage, yet in the Sword Sect's four-thousand-year history, they had only obtained three.

Who knew how many years those three Beast Pills had been sitting in the warehouse; they said they were being saved for when they were necessary, and one didn't even know if this stuff would expire.

Wasn't now the necessary time?

It was just that her master, that old fellow, had a brain that worked worse the older he got, and he hadn't even realized this point yet.

Zhang Suannai had no choice but to use some methods.

Relying on her master's fondness for her, she had already won two of them from him by playing mahjong and Gomoku.

For this, she had racked her brains, and hadn't even gone to show off in front of the Outer Sect Disciples during the day; the sacrifice was huge.

This night.

Zhang Suannai sat in her room, facing her laptop, typing earnestly; the light from the computer made her eyes shine, but suddenly, a sound came from outside, moving from far to near.

"I'm telling you all, Junior Sister has been writing her thesis in her room every night recently, she's been so earnest, hahaha, it's killing me..."

"Really? She's actually writing a thesis?"

"Haha, I have to go take a look..."

"How rare, how rare!"

A group of scattered footsteps approached her room.

"Junior Sister!"

"Open the door, open the door!"

Zhang Suannai remained expressionless, waved her hand, and the door opened.

Third Senior Sister stood at the very front, pointed at her, and said to the people beside her: "I told you she was writing a thesis, hahaha..."

"Let me see, let me see!"

A group of people immediately stepped over the threshold and walked in.

A crowd quickly gathered behind Zhang Suannai.

"Abstract..."

"Oh, there are even keywords!"

"It looks quite decent!"

Zhang Suannai listened to this group of people being sarcastic with an expressionless face, her heart completely calm.

In her view, she had been working doubly hard during this period, doing academic research, practicing diligently, and dealing with her master; she spent every day very fruitfully, and she was no longer in the same world as this group of ignorant, idle people.

Immediately after, First Senior Brother leaned in, squinted at the thesis title, and read it aloud: "Research on the Fighting Methods of Traditional Sword Cultivator against Wangting Sword Sect... regardless of anything else, this title is still quite well-chosen."

"It has the style of our Sword Sect." Second Senior Brother nodded, also leaning in to squint at the screen, "It's just that the content is written a bit poorly."

"Indeed, indeed!"

Third Senior Sister followed along to look at the content she had written and instantly picked out the flaws: "The Wangting trash's Human-Sword Unity and movement techniques are like lightning; on the surface, using Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin to conduct a blanket attack on one direction is indeed a good choice, but in substance, the effect is not good. Because the Wangting trash have basically abandoned the fine qualities of the Traditional Sword Cultivator and leaned toward the Martial Cultivator; plus, with their boasting of One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws, while the strike area of Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin is large, it is too scattered, making it very easy for the Wangting trash to break through the blockade, instead causing us to fall into a passive position."

"Indeed, indeed," said Fourth Senior Brother.

"Third Senior Sister's words make sense," said Fifth Senior Brother, "Based on my one hundred years of experience fighting Wangting trash, it should be fought like this..."

"This part is also written incorrectly!"

"Wow, what kind of brain-dead idea is this, you're killing me!"

"..."

Immediately, everyone seemed to become interested, and with one person speaking after another, they began a heated discussion and offered corrections to her thesis.

Zhang Suannai listened, completely stunned.

So it turns out everyone here is an expert at fighting the Wangting Sword Sect?