How Can Something So Wrong Felt So Right All Along(Ongoing)

二十四 [24]

"Good boy."

Wang ZhenXian feels all his hair rise from what he heard immediately shrinking backing two steps away from the other, afraid of getting pat.
Seeing his disciple avoiding his hand he has no choice but to retract it and clenched it beneath his wide sleeves.

"Shizun can rest assured that his disciple is doing his tasks well. There is no need to worry." He murmured bowing his head avoiding the gaze thrown to him.

Yan Jiangquing looks like eaten a bad egg and said coldly: "If you say so, let me evaluate if you digested the discussions on the scrolls."

Wang ZhenXian perceived the atmosphere will surely get hectic and as Yan Jiangquing left on the bamboo hut he also follows the other.

This time they didn't go near the cliff instead they arrived in the middle of the bamboo trees. The trees grow so green implying the fertility of the soil.

When the Venerable Shizun come to stop his footsteps, the disciple also followed the act. He won't bounce anymore as to now his only wish is to improve his skills and give his Shizun what he wants. If he is already useful and reciprocated the things given to him. He can now plan to find a way out.

"What are you standing there? Show me what you have learned." The Venerable Shizun said authoritatively. Words indefferently spoken.

Wang ZhenXian also didn't waste time. He leisurely took out Wuming in its scabbard while preparing hand seals. This hand seals is called Ace Seals. Throughout Zhuàngguān Continent, martial techniques are divided into three categories: low grade, middle grade, and high grade. And Ace Seals is one of the hand seals that belongs to the high grade. Similar to the swifty circling moves and chrysanthemum wave moves they are special preliminary techniques to ready the mind and soul of the martial artist.

As he already practiced, the seals in the bamboo hut and in the spring he is adept to executing it with full soul force. Taking out Wuming it glitters with crystal light blinding the eyes of normal being. Casting the hand seal, a series of howling winds form as if a tornado that surrounds Wuming. Wuming let out a hungry aura with its tip sparkling from being sharp, insatiable.

After the wind like tornado formed surrounding Wuming, Wang ZhenXian pointed the white stone that Yan Jiangquing put for his training. The howling wind and Wuming directly charge the White stone. There is a sparkling force that erupted, the surrounding place cannot be seen and only after the the event did the stone and Wuming is seem. Wuming is in-between the stone, piercing it.

Wang ZhenXian looks at Yan Jiangquing looking for reactions. But the other only looks indefferently aloof sending cold treatment to Wang ZhenXian.

"Is that all? I remembered I gave you a lot of scrolls."

After hearing the sentence, Wang ZhenXian smiled bitterly. But left with no choice he executed each and every one of the techniques given to him.

It was nearly in the middle of the night did the Venerable Shizun get tired of watching his disciple and call it a truce did Wang ZhenXian went to the spring to remove his fatigue and meditate until another day comes.

Only when sunshine pours in the Wuxia Peak does he wake up in a daze but a refreshing feeling.

After he completed his hygiene he therefore went to his bamboo hut to atleast eat porridge.
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And just like that, the day rolled so fast and like a blink of an eye two months have passed, and the season of autumn started.

For two months Wang ZhenXian's routine is cultivate, cultivate, cultivate, cultivate days and nights. It became a habit of his and things turned out the way he practiced martial techniques. He can now try to have a sparring with his Shizun and test his capabilities. And the cold treatment continues.