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"Smells so good. What kind of noodles are these?" Wang Ni exclaimed, holding a bowl of noodles that was larger than her face.
"Noodles. Hurry up and eat. After you're done, I'll take you home."
Actually, I was hungry too. The hot pot earlier was like Uncle Xing leading the battlefield, with Old Black assisting, and most others hardly ate much. Plus, we had spent quite a long time at the square, so when I took a beautiful sip of the broth after picking up the noodle bowl, it felt like something even a deity wouldn't trade for...
"Wow, these noodles are really delicious!" Qu exclaimed. "They're different from what the Landlady makes."
Wang Ni looked at me skeptically, as if doubting my cooking skills. However, in just a moment, when she looked up at me after taking a bite of the noodles, her skepticism had turned into surprise.
Although I used the Landlady's broth, what set mine apart was that I didn't knead red beans into the noodles; instead, I perfectly blended the broth with the noodles.
With every bite of noodle, I could feel the presence of the broth because it flowed out from within the noodles. This was due to several fine tubes I had magically created within the noodles that had already absorbed the broth. Although the noodles weren't as chewy as those made by the Landlady, they offered a perfect combination of noodle and broth, creating a unique flavor.
Wang Ni seemed genuinely hungry and quickly finished the entire bowl of noodles.
"Let's go." After finishing her noodles, Wang Ni wiped her mouth and stood up to speak to me.
"Okay." I quickly drank the last few sips of broth and thanked Qu.
Qu wasn't eating as fast; her mouth was stuffed with noodles but she still managed to say goodbye to me.
By the time we stepped outside, nearly an hour had passed. Wang Ni could walk on her own now, so I escorted her to the entrance of JZ Normal University (she lived in the teacher's dormitory, and the gatekeeper wouldn't let me in), and then I headed home.
Sun God and Old Black were brought over by Red Boy and Lin Miaomiao. When I walked in, I was greeted by a strong smell of alcohol filling the room. Red Boy had placed Sun God and Old Black on my bed, with Old Black sprawled on top of Sun God. Fortunately, neither of them had thrown up.
Red Boy was sound asleep on the upper bunk. Not wanting to disturb them, I simply laid out a mat on the floor and made do with that.
The next morning, just as the sun was rising, Old Black and Sun God were still asleep when Red Boy woke me up, eager to practice together. We decided to set this time for our training every morning. Meanwhile, Old Black and Sun God remained in their dreams.
As I stepped outside, I happened to run into Lin Miaomiao, who also had a good habit of morning exercise.
It was still the same square. I took a careful look around; surprisingly, the same group of dedicated NPCs who practiced in the morning were also the ones dancing in the square at night. What amazed me was that Wang Ni was also out this early, stretching her legs against the railing.
I planned to teach her the breathing technique first, but Lin Miaomiao, who was observing nearby, also expressed interest. It didn't matter; after all, even if she couldn't cultivate, learning would still be beneficial for her well-being.
The most important aspect of the breathing technique is actually the breath itself—adjusting the balance of energy within oneself with each inhale and exhale while absorbing Earth Spirit Energy.
"Place your hands flat at your sides, close your eyes, and adjust your breathing. Remember, exhaling should be slower than inhaling. Wang Ni, you should be able to achieve inner vision by now, right?"
Inner vision refers to having a sense of a divine presence (the embryonic form of Primordial Spirit), allowing one to see the condition within their Dantian. In my Dantian, my magical energy automatically formed a Tai Chi presence that slowly rotated, creating swirling energy around it.
However, Wang Ni's magical energy should be much greater than mine, so she could perceive a lake's existence. If only she could control her magical energy like I do and perfectly utilize her immense power, Wang Ni would be at least ten times stronger than me.
"Yes, I can," Wang Ni replied.
"Good. Lin Miaomiao, don't rush; just focus on maintaining a consistent rhythm with your breathing." I noticed Lin Miaomiao struggling to exhale; her face was turning green.
Honestly, I didn't want to teach Lin Miaomiao cultivation techniques. She came from an ordinary but relatively affluent family and had no need to pursue such practices. After all, living a simple life can be quite fulfilling, right? Moreover, her parents likely wouldn't agree to let their hard-raised child leave home for such pursuits.
Additionally, she wasn't really suited for cultivation; it can be quite tedious. With her personality, she'd likely lose interest quickly. So I wasn't worried about her genuinely following us into cultivation.
After teaching Wang Ni the breathing technique, I explained to her the meridians and acupoints involved in using Spiritual Sight, encouraging her to try and awaken it while being able to control her magical energy.
At this moment, Red Boy was getting impatient and urged me to hurry, but he still had to wait a little longer because I hadn't finished my morning practice yet.
My morning practice mainly consisted of reciting the Tao Te Ching and practicing Wuqinxi. Since I was already familiar with them, I completed it fairly quickly.
I pulled out a wooden stick from the Seed Bag and tossed it to Red Boy, while I took out a wooden sword (not the Peach Wood Sword; using the Peach Wood Sword for practice would be too extravagant, but this was a sturdy wooden sword). I got into position, ready to attack.
Red Boy casually held the wooden stick with one hand, signaling for me to make the first move. I wasn't polite and swung my wooden sword in a flourish, heading straight for Red Boy's face.
Red Boy grabbed the end of the stick and executed a downward sweep, forcing me back several steps. As the saying goes, "an inch longer means an inch stronger." I couldn't get closer to Red Boy for a moment, and he didn't pursue me either; instead, he continued to hold the stick with one hand, waiting for me to come forward.
Red Boy's spear skills were actually quite impressive; after all, he could hold his own against Sun Wukong for several rounds without losing. However, his only drawback at that time was that he hadn't grown much yet—he was still quite short, which put him at a disadvantage. But now Red Boy was not much shorter than me; he was in his prime youth. The stick I gave him was also a standard length, even longer than Red Boy's reach, so it was easy for him to keep me at bay.
Since he was here to practice with me, I naturally had to give my best effort. I made a quick circle with my foot and turned my body to get behind Red Boy.
If one isn't very skilled, having a longer weapon can hinder agility and make it difficult to maneuver. But who was Red Boy? He flipped the stick in his hand, clenched one fist while extending the other backward. Once he reached an appropriate length, he grabbed the stick and spun around, facing me perfectly.
I moved in closer; my wooden sword slightly lowered. As soon as Red Boy brought the stick near me, I used his momentum to dodge it and placed my wooden sword on top of his stick. With a strong push, my sword spun around the stick two and a half times before I grabbed the hilt just in time. With a quick push off the ground with my toes, I swept the wooden sword out horizontally.
Red Boy's reaction was incredibly quick. Seeing that he couldn't rotate his stick in time, he crouched slightly and lowered his body while swinging the stick to attack my abdomen.
This was already a desperate move. If I had a real sword in hand, I could have easily taken off half of Red Boy's head. However, his stick struck me first; I definitely wouldn't come out unscathed either. Moreover, Red Boy's swing was clearly faster than my wooden sword's speed. Before I could strike him back, there was a good chance I would be knocked away by his stick.
I had no choice but to abandon my plan for further attacks. I pulled back my wooden sword and gently lowered it so that I could catch Red Boy's wooden stick just right.
With a crack sound, fortunately, I had chosen just an ordinary wooden sword; if it had been the Peach Wood Sword, that single hit would have made my heart ache terribly.
The wooden sword was of decent quality; it didn't break, but there was a deep crack in it. I raised the wooden sword with lingering fear, thinking that if it really hit my stomach, I might throw up my guts...
"Hong, do you really have to be so ruthless?" I said.
Red Boy looked at me as if it were obvious and said, "This is how you become strong, right? If it's as soft as them, what's the point of fighting?"
Red Boy was referring to the elderly practicing Tai Chi and Tai Chi sword in the distance.
"Alright, I'm coming," I agreed with Red Boy's reasoning and raised the sword again.
This time, Red Boy no longer held the stick with one hand. One hand was in front and the other behind, holding the stick level with his chest. With one hand pushing forward and the other pressing down on the end of the stick to control it, the front end of the stick began to sway left and right, creating countless flashes.
He attacked me fiercely with various moves: horizontal strikes, thrusts, sweeps, and slashes. I could only clumsily block with my wooden sword.
Suddenly, Red Boy changed his attack; the stick thrust from behind me. At the same time, he released his grip on the stick, pressed his waist against it, stepped forward, spun around, and charged right in front of me. He suddenly grasped the stick and swept it in a half-circle. I barely managed to block it with my wooden sword, feeling a sharp pain in my hands. Red Boy took advantage of this and jumped high, raising the stick above his head before swinging it down fiercely.
I braced myself against the wooden sword, trying to block this strike.
"Crack!"
The stick stopped.
But the wooden sword broke...
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