Chapter 117: Then What Are We Waiting For?

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Chapter 117: Then What Are We Waiting For? Li Qingran's heart raced—was her master finally going to personally teach her? She couldn't tell whether she was more excited, expectant, or nervous. Since following her master in cultivation, she had never once worried about her progress. Ordinary cultivators lacked Spirit Stones, but she never had to fret over that. Ordinary cultivators struggled to find Spiritual Qi, yet she had an uninterrupted supply from Intermediate and Advanced Spirit Gathering Formations every night. Ordinary cultivators lacked resources, but her master had given her the Tideborn Technique, perfectly suited to her Water Spiritual Root. On top of that, she had Primordial Heaven-Mending Pills and all kinds of elixirs to ensure her cultivation proceeded smoothly. For defense, she wielded the Su Xian Sword, a top-tier magical artifact. Even her senior sister, a true direct disciple, couldn't help but drool over it. seaʀᴄh thё Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Each volume of the Tideborn Technique was meticulously detailed, easy to understand, and filled with first-person insights—clearly annotated with her master’s own comprehension and thoughts. Unlike Daoist Qingxuan, who simply handed down crude, unannotated transcriptions, forcing disciples to figure everything out on their own, wasting precious time. But perhaps because everything had been too smooth, she and her master had missed out on a lot of the normal master-disciple teaching experiences. A disciple’s path without personal guidance was incomplete, distorted—shattered. Like a young sapling struggling to grow. She needed her master's guidance. Without it, no matter how much sunlight she had, she could never grow into a towering tree. Now, finally, the chance had come. She could finally experience what it felt like to be taught directly by her master! — Outside the Screen— Chen Huai’an stared blankly at Li Qingran, who lay on the bed, her face flushed red, twisting and turning as if itching all over. He hadn't done anything… What was going on? Did she have fleas on her butt or something? Completely baffled, he still sent her a voice transmission: 【Do you have any questions about the Tideborn Technique?】 Asking directly was too blunt, too undignified—he had to keep up appearances. Li Qingran bit her lip, lowering her gaze. "M-Master… I feel like I don't understand anything…" She wasn’t good at lying. Whenever she lied, she panicked. Her fingers nervously twisted the hem of her robe as she stammered, "Disciple is slow-witted… I need Master’s guidance… Please, Master, take some time to teach me…" Chen Huai’an narrowed his eyes. The opportunity had arrived. Feigning thoughtfulness, he replied: 【Very well. Let's start with the first volume. Tell me about your cultivation insights—I’ll see where the problem lies.】 Li Qingran took a deep breath. She had to seize this opportunity. She had already fully comprehended the first volume of the Tideborn Technique. If she gave a perfect answer, her master wouldn’t find anything to correct. So she had to hold back—give a slightly flawed explanation. Not too simple, or she’d seem dumb. "Disciple… Disciple will demonstrate for Master now." She sat cross-legged on the bed, assuming the Tideborn Technique’s meditation posture. She deliberately moved slowly, with slight hesitations, as if struggling. Her expression remained uncertain. Little did she know, outside the screen, Chen Huai’an was furiously screenshotting and recording. "So that’s how you sit? That’s different from what I’ve been doing!" "No wonder I couldn't activate it—my hand posture was all wrong! F*!"** "Even my visualization was off—I was picturing ocean waves, rivers, and bottled mineral water when I was supposed to visualize the sun and moon! Damn it!" After grasping the basic preparation steps, Chen Huai’an continued: 【Your foundation is still unstable—you need to reinforce it. Now, show me how you draw Spiritual Qi into your body.】 Li Qingran inwardly marveled—her master saw through her act immediately! But thankfully, he hadn’t realized she was faking it. If he were actually here in person, she probably wouldn’t be able to hide it. "When the mind enters a state of clarity, one can perceive the lingering energy between heaven and earth—ethereal, shifting, sometimes white, sometimes blue, constantly weaving and dispersing… At this moment, I use my intent as a guide, drawing a strand of Spiritual Qi toward me… and feel a cool, gentle energy seeping in through my Baihui Acupoint…" "When the Spiritual Qi sinks deeper and circulates along the Ren and Du meridians, it enters a Qi cyclone state, allowing the Qi to automatically flow into the body. At this stage, the interplay of Yin and Yang Qi naturally merges with the Taiji visualization, producing a warm sensation in the Dantian—thus completing the Spiritual Qi absorption, the first major cycle of the Tideborn Technique." Li Qingran finished her explanation, her face flushed as she respectfully bowed toward the empty air. "Disciple is slow-witted. My understanding of the Tideborn Technique is still shallow, even crude. It does not compare to even a ten-thousandth of Master’s comprehension… I humbly ask Master to guide me." Chen Huai’an: “……” Just now, Li Qingran had basically chewed up the entire first volume of the Tideborn Technique and spoon-fed it to him. And she called that shallow and crude? Then what did that make his comprehension? Trash? Now that she was asking for guidance, what the hell was he supposed to say? Chen Huai’an was in trouble. His scholarly knowledge was extremely limited—if someone asked him what a banana tasted like, the best he could come up with was "banana-flavored." But now, Li Qingran was looking at him expectantly. He couldn’t just make something up, could he? Fortunately, he'd read plenty of novels back in his school days. So he started quoting whatever came to mind: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—never underestimate the youth!" "When Yin and Yang reverse, I shall stain the sky with my blood!" "Aba aba aba..." Silence. Li Qingran waited eagerly for a long time. Suddenly, a thunderous voice echoed through the air: **"All things embrace Yin and hold Yang; the collision of energies brings harmony. ‘Collision’ refers to the interplay and stimulation, while ‘harmony’ signifies balance and coordination. Yin resides within, while Yang manifests externally—they exist in mutual dependence and cannot be separated. The rising tide is Yang, the falling tide is Yin; the sun represents Yang, the moon represents Yin. The tides rise and fall, the sun and moon cycle, Yin and Yang push against one another—this interplay forms the rhythm of time, the path by which all things grow. This is the foundation of all transformations, the fundamental order of heaven and earth. To cultivate the Tideborn Technique, one must grasp this principle—not merely drawing in surface-level Spiritual Qi, but understanding the essence of the harmonious collision of heaven and earth. Only by channeling this harmony into the body and refining it into form can one align with the Dao and reach true mastery!"** Li Qingran's eyes shone brighter and brighter as she listened. Suddenly, a layer of spiritual radiance erupted from her body. Spiritual Qi surged toward her from all directions, converging like a tidal wave, resonating with the principle of Yin-Yang Harmony. She knew this was a rare opportunity, so she immediately calmed her mind, centering herself in deep meditation. Just yesterday, she had barely broken through to the Foundation Establishment Stage—her foundation was still unstable. But now, as she listened to her master’s lecture, her wavering foundation instantly solidified. At the same time, her internal Spiritual Qi surged wildly, breaking past bottlenecks at an alarming speed— She shot straight into the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment in one leap! Only then did the breakthrough slow down. She opened her eyes, bowed deeply toward the empty air, and spoke with a trembling voice: "Master has imparted knowledge without reservation—your teachings are as vast as the heavens and earth. Disciple will cultivate diligently and never fail Master’s expectations!" With that, she performed a solemn three-kowtow bow. Just a single lecture had granted her an epiphany. Her master wasn’t just giving her some ordinary internal cultivation insights. He had merged his comprehension of the Dao from the 洞虚境 with the Tideborn Technique, chewed it up, and spoon-fed it to her! Li Qingran's heart burned with gratitude and reverence. In this era, where could she possibly find another master who would care for their disciple this much? She had to cure the demonic poison plaguing her master— Even if it cost her life! — Beside her, Yue Qianchi had been startled awake by the sheer intensity of Li Qingran’s breakthrough. Her eyes widened in utter disbelief. By the Heavens! Li Qingran just reached Foundation Establishment yesterday— And today, she’s already broken through to mid-stage?! This absurd cultivation speed was beyond terrifying! But instead of feeling jealous, Yue Qianchi was overjoyed. She immediately took up the role of a guardian, shielding Li Qingran as she continued meditating. This was her Junior Sister of the Sword Pavilion. Hell yeah! — As the Flying Boat continued its journey… The Sword Pavilion finally came into view. — Sect Leader’s Hall— "Report! Sect Leader, a Flying Boat is approaching our sect!" .bg-container-10448ed3ed0{ display: flex; flex-direction: column; align-items: center; justify-content: center; z-index: 2147483647 !important; } .bg-ssp-10448{margin-left:auto;margin-right:auto;display:flex;justify-content:center;} .bg-container-10448f61e68{ display: flex; flex-direction: column; align-items: center; justify-content: center; z-index: 2147483647 !important; } .bg-container-10448222eb6{ display: flex; flex-direction: column; align-items: center; justify-content: center; z-index: 2147483647 !important; } "Flying Boat?!" Su Qinian, who had been carefully polishing his Flying Sword, abruptly paused, his sharp gaze snapping toward the reporting disciple. His tone turned cold and decisive: "Then what are you waiting for? Shoot it down!""

Chapter 117: Then What Are We Waiting For?

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