The house and the spiritual fields were given to her by her master; she would never let them go, even if it meant dying.
However, since her master is an elder, they probably wouldn’t do something like that, right?
“Junior Sister, why are you guarding that door?”
Just as she was lost in thought, Yue Qianchi, who was flying on a sword, laughed and teased, “What? Afraid we’ll take off your little house’s door and then move in and take over?”
The disciples of the Sword Pavilion around them all burst into laughter at this.
Yet, there was no ill intent in their laughter.
Li Qingran, whose little scheme had been exposed, blushed deeply and stuttered, unable to speak for a long time.
“Li Qingran, did your master arrange this house and these spiritual fields for you?”
The one speaking was Pavilion Master Su Qinian.
Li Qingran raised her eyes and looked at him, then shifted her gaze, stammering, “Yes, yes, it was my master who arranged it. My master said it’s only for me to live in, and the spiritual fields… are for me to cultivate alone…”
“Oh.” Su Qinian secretly marveled at the spiritual fields.
These fields were already considered high-quality.
His own medicinal garden was about the same level, and wasn’t much bigger than hers.
But to have opened up such fertile fields right under his nose—ten of them!
What kind of background does her master have?
Surely he couldn’t have snuck into the Sword Pavilion without him noticing?
It must have been some magic treasure used, but even using a magic treasure would require extraordinary power.
“Master, Qingran is afraid you might snatch her spiritual fields!”
Su Qinian realized after being reminded by Yue Qianchi, and rolled his eyes at Li Qingran’s defensive stance. “Do you think I would cultivate your fields for you? That’s wishful thinking!”
The disciples of the Sword Pavilion laughed again.
Li Qingran’s face turned even redder, and she stammered, “Sis, that’s not what I meant…”
Su Qinian replied, “That’s exactly what you meant.”
“I’m not…”
“What do you mean, then?”
Li Qingran fell silent.
She didn’t dare to speak.
It was rare for a sect leader to interrogate a disciple so persistently.
Su Qinian, seeing Li Qingran speechless, smiled as he stroked his beard, saying, “The cave you chose on the peak is yours, and how you cultivate is your business. Whatever you make beautiful will be yours. Our Sword Pavilion may be poor, but we haven’t reached the point of plundering our fellow disciples.”
“Yes, junior sister, we were just curious to see, after all, such a large piece of spiritual field…” Yue Qianchi looked envious. If she had such a large field, she wouldn’t need to buy spiritual herbs, and could even sell the excess for extra money.
“Sister, you can plant your herbs here…”
Li Qingran thought her senior sister treated her well, so helping her with some spiritual herbs wasn’t a problem.
“Sister has a heart, but use your fields yourself,” Yue Qianchi huffed, proudly saying, “You’re going to become a pill cultivator or a healer, right? Spiritual fields are very important for you. Work hard!”
“Right, here’s something for you.” She took out a small cloth bag from her storage bag and pushed it into Li Qingran’s hands. “This contains some basic seeds. I bought too many last time, so take them and use them.”
“Sister…” Li Qingran opened her mouth to refuse, but was interrupted by Yue Qianchi, who had a mischievous look, “If you refuse, I’ll plant dogtail grass all over your fields!”
Li Qingran: “…”
“Junior Sister, I brought you two bottles of spiritual wine this morning, remember to bring them back inside.”
On the flying sword beside Yue Qianchi, Xu An, the first disciple of Lingyun Peak, waved at Li Qingran with a smile.
“You must be the new junior sister. I am Gongsun Sheng, the second disciple of Lingyun Peak,” said the sword cultivator as he took out an object from his sleeve and handed it to Li Qingran. “This is a small item I made. It only needs to be activated with spiritual energy to release eighty-one thousand spiritual steel needles. It might save your life in a critical moment.”
“Junior Sister, I am Zhen He, the first disciple of Cangjian Peak,” said another sword cultivator, who was sitting on a crane while holding his sword. He handed Li Qingran a small bag. “These three Cangjian pills contain the condensed sword qi I cultivated. They are fatal to those below the Foundation Establishment stage and can severely injure those below the Golden Core stage. Take them for protection.”
“Junior Sister, this is the immortal crane I raised. I give you one.”
“Junior Sister, I don’t have anything else, so here are a few medicinal pills. Hehe!”
“Junior Sister, I give you this hairpin, it suits you very well~”
Various gifts were pushed towards Li Qingran, and she couldn’t hold them all, so they were piled high.
“Here, this is for you.” A cold voice sounded.
Li Qingran barely peeked out from behind the pile of gifts, bewilderedly looking ahead. It was the same senior brother she saw earlier, who slept on a turtle and practiced the Heartless Path.
No wonder he practices the Heartless Path.
It felt like his words were sharp enough to cut, scraping against one’s skin.
“I am Duan Feng, a direct disciple of Heartless Cliff,” said Duan Feng, holding a dark sword box with both hands. “Entering the Sword Pavilion makes us sword cultivators. The sword is no longer a weapon, but our partner and family. Even a wooden sword should be cherished until it can no longer be used. We invest almost all our resources into nurturing swords and cultivation. This sword box can nurture the blade, repair sword injuries to some extent, and make the sword sharper. I give it to you.”
“This… I cannot accept it… It’s too valuable…”
Li Qingran was already overwhelmed by the gifts from her seniors, and her speech was stuttering.
“No worries, it’s just material things, and I have better ones.”
Duan Feng placed the sword box on top of the pile of gifts, found a perfect balance point, and walked away.
His sword hung at his waist, its surface gleaming with a faint green light. It was the only one not floating in the air.
After everyone had given their gifts,
Li Qingran was completely surrounded by the pile. Zhaole’s immortal crane helped carry part of it for her.
The situation far exceeded her expectations. She thought these seniors would ask her to do something, but after giving their gifts, they left in groups without any intention of staying.
Yue Qianchi helped Li Qingran carry all the gifts into the house.
The two of them sat by the cliff edge of Sunset Peak under the moonlight, each holding a bottle of Xu An’s spiritual wine.
“This is a tradition of our Sword Pavilion. You’ll get used to it.”
Yue Qianchi patted Li Qingran’s head, with a gentle smile.
“Why did everyone give me so many things…”
Li Qingran was still puzzled.
Isn’t the Sword Pavilion poor?
One of the seniors even gave her a life-saving medicinal pill, keeping only one for himself.
Yue Qianchi gazed at the moon, her eyes filled with sorrow. After a moment of silence, she slowly said, “Junior sister, the Sword Pavilion hasn’t had new disciples joining for a long time. The path of a sword cultivator is very difficult, much harder than other sects. Not only does it require personal perseverance, but also a lot of resources. We don’t want any more Sword Pavilion disciples to perish.”
In the past, the Sword Pavilion wasn’t actually that poor.
But the death of every sword cultivator was a heavy blow to the Sword Pavilion.
The disciples’ spirit stones were issued according to their cultivation levels, not their status within the sect.
Even as the master’s direct disciple, she wouldn’t receive extra resources.
And even if she was just a regular disciple, as long as her cultivation required it, she could submit proof materials and, after review by the elders of the Sword Pavilion, obtain sufficient resources, regardless of the amount.
This meant that every Sword Pavilion disciple was a gold-eating beast.
A large amount of resources nurtured sword cultivators.
Losing one was like having a piece of flesh torn from one’s heart.
But in today’s world, who could guarantee they wouldn’t die?
Li Qingran didn’t know the history of the Sword Pavilion, but she could read the sorrow in Yue Qianchi’s eyes. She stretched out her hand, gripping Yue Qianchi’s tightly, intertwining their fingers. “Sister, I won’t die. I will work hard to live. And you can’t die either, you’re our Sword Pavilion’s senior sister!”
Yue Qianchi was stunned, then laughed heartily.
“That’s right!”
She tilted her head back, and a beam of moonlight flowed from the bottle.
“As long as I, Yue Qianchi, am here, no one can harm the Sword Pavilion’s juniors!”
Under the moon, her eyes shone brightly, and her aura seemed to protect the entire Sunset Peak.
Even if she was injured and battered,
Li Qingran still believed in Yue Qianchi’s sincerity.
Because…
This is the sect where her master once lived.
