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The Days of Cultivating with My Master
墨書 Inktalez
In the heavenly realm, about three hundred years ago.
Celestial Master Yan Yu stood in the hall, looking at the disciple in front of him, with a furrowed brow. After a while, he slowly spoke, " Ning Xuan, your body is different from that of an ordinary man. Being intersex will hinder you in many ways. Although you have reached the Yuan Ying stage at a young age, I am truly worried for you, my disciple."
"Ning Xuan, it's okay. Thank you for your concern, Master." He raised his head and looked at his master with an unruffled gaze, bowing with his hands clasped, his face devoid of any complex expression.
But he still saw his master sigh lightly. "Ning Xuan, I will be leaving today. From now on, you will be in charge of this sect. No matter what happens, the secret of your body must never be revealed to anyone. Do you understand?"
After he finished speaking, he patted Ning Xuan's shoulder, and only after receiving his disciple's affirmation did he leave the heavenly realm with a worried expression.
Ten years later, Ning Xuan welcomed his first disciple, and another ten years later, the disciple bowed with both hands and said, "Thank you, Master, for ten years of teaching. Today we part ways, I hope Master is well."
One day, twenty years later, "Thank you, Master, for your teachings over the years. Today we part ways, I hope you are well."
Year after year, Ning Xuan took in many disciples, so many that he forgot how many he actually had. Fortunately, his disciples were well-behaved and talented. They quickly excelled in the sect, and with just a few pointers from him, they were able to understand everything, so they left quickly to establish their own sects.
Just on this day...
He went to the heavenly realm as usual to attend the meeting. The day for selecting new disciples was about to begin, and the young palace maid who had just taken her seat beside him started chattering away, discussing nothing but him.
"Have you heard? Ning Xuan Celestial Master has not made a breakthrough in the past few hundred years."
"Oh, I know. It's been many years. Ning Xuan used to be the most powerful Celestial Master, reaching the Yuan Ying stage at a young age. Now it's been over three hundred years, and still no progress..."
"Shh... don't say anything, Ning Xuan Celestial Master is coming this way."
Ning Xuan just took a glance, and he naturally understood his own body. He was also distressed. If he didn't break through the stagnant power in his body in the next hundred years, he would become a laughingstock in the future. sect
Sighing quietly in his heart, he raised an eyebrow with a hint of discomfort.
By the time this cup of tea was finished, various Celestial Masters had arrived. Everyone treated Ning Xuan with courtesy, knowing that although he had not yet broken through, he was not someone to be trifled with. After all, there were not many Celestial Masters at the Yuan Ying stage in the Heavenly Realm.
"Ladies and gentlemen, today is another day for selecting disciples..."
On the stage, the voice of the elder suddenly sounded, but Ning Xuan did not have the patience to listen further. He turned his head, picked up a teacup and savored it carefully, then put it down. He continued to do so until the grand elder stepped down and seven or eight servent ren walked in through the door.
His gaze swept over the servent ren, finally settling on the servent at the back of the crowd. Just as he glanced at the servent, the servent noticed his gaze and turned to smile at him.
"..." Ning Xuan remained calm, but the servent seemed to find him uninteresting. After looking around and feeling bored, the servent turned to glance at Ning Xuan again, only to find Celestial Master looking at him.
This adult and servent seem to have made eye contact. The servent realizes that no matter how much they smile, the other person always has a serious face. In that moment, the servent really wants to see how the Celestial Master looks when smiling.
"I wonder if I could become the disciple of that Celestial Master. If I could, that would be great."
Duan Jinzhi had just finished thinking about it when he heard the Grand Elder say, "Celestial Master, do you have any disciples in mind? If so, take them back to the sect yourself."
"Yes," the crowd said in unison, and Ning Xuan also nodded. He stood up from his chair without any courtesy and walked towards Duan Jinzhi. Before the child could react, he was taken by the hand and led out of the meeting hall.
The two left the meeting place, and Duan Jinzhi was taken directly to the sect by Ning Xuan. At this moment, Ning Xuan sat quietly in a chair, looking at the servent standing in front of him, and then slowly said, "Name."
"Duan Jinzhi," he suddenly responded seriously.
"Ah, coming to the heavenly realm for cultivation, I wonder if Jinzhi has any goals?"
Duan Jinzhi chuckled and replied, "I seek a partner to practice Tantric sex with me and accompany me to the immortal mountain."
"..." He had just finished speaking, and Ning Xuan looked at the servent in front of him with a puzzled expression, then slowly said, "Nonsense."
"No, I'm not nonsense, I really..."
"Alright, since you've been brought here, you might as well become my disciple," Ning Xuan said. Just as he finished speaking, Duan Jinzhi pouted and knelt on the ground, offering three bows and nine kowtows, presenting the clear tea brought by a servant to Ning Xuan. As he raised his head, Ning Xuan's gaze was quietly fixed on him.
"I...Tian...Master...looks so good..." he muttered to himself, swallowed his saliva, and instantly changed his mind. However, at this moment, Ning Xuan had no idea how much this disciple in front of him would change in the future.
The learning process was very difficult and slow. Although Ning Xuan taught earnestly, he could never have imagined that this clumsy disciple in front of him would be chosen for cultivation.
On that day, he sat in the hall, holding a bowl of clear tea in his hands, sipping it slowly, and occasionally feeling annoyed by the disciple standing in front of him. "In these three years, there has been no progress at all," he had just finished saying. Jinzhi was a little upset, but he didn't show it.
"How were you even chosen?" Ning Xuan had just asked when Duan Jinzhi, feeling uncomfortable, replied, "It's because the master didn't teach well."
"You!" Ning Xuan slammed the cup on the table with a loud noise and said, "If you have the ability, go learn it yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Jinzhi smiling and saying, "Then I'll learn it myself. Master, just give me occasional guidance."
"You really take Master's words seriously..."
"But Master just said it himself." Duan Jinzhi couldn't care less. Faced with a beautiful master every day, how could he focus on studying? His attention was constantly drawn to the master, not to mention...hehe...
Ning Xuan glanced at his disciple and sighed helplessly, waving his hand and saying, "You're on your own."
And that's how Ning Xuan gave up on training Duan Jinzhi. It wasn't that he didn't want to teach, but he simply couldn't. Over the past three years, that servent couldn't grasp anything, whether it was spells or swordsmanship. He couldn't even learn a single mnemonic after being taught hundreds of times, leading Ning Xuan to start doubting how Jinzhi was chosen by the heavens.
In the past, he was never wrong about people, so why did he make a mistake this time? When he doubts others, he also doubts himself.
After this incident, Duan Jinzhi was considered abandoned by Ning Xuan. He returned to his room, calmed down, and the image of his master's handsome face echoed in his mind. After a moment, he shook his head and focused, then secretly went to the sect's study. He locked himself in and spent half a year making up for the knowledge he had missed in the past three years.
During this past half year, Ning Xuan has seen Jinzhi less frequently. Occasionally, she would catch a glimpse of him during dinner, but he never inquired about the servent ren. Knowing that he was studying in the study, she refrained from asking too much as his master. Over the past three years, he had already suffered enough.
However, she never expected that half a year later, her disciple would already be in the middle stage of the Golden Core.
"……" Duan Jinzhi stood quietly in front of his master, playing with his fingers and looking up at the rarely seen man in front of him.
Ning Xuan felt a little flustered under his disciple's gaze, and he uneasily furrowed his brow, saying, "Not bad."
"Is it just not bad? Master." Duan Jinzhi approached with a smile, he didn't come out of seclusion just for this sentence.
Ning Xuan raised an eyebrow, Duan Jinzhi suddenly grabbed his sleeve, with an innocent smile on his face, "Master, I can't continue my cultivation, please teach me."
"You can't do it? Your master thinks you're quite capable." Ning Xuan reached out and pulled his sleeve out of the other's hand.
"But... the disciple also wants to have more contact with the master, after all..." He was about to tiptoe in front of the master, but the man in front of him stood up directly, saying calmly, "Do your own thing. You're already more powerful than your other senior brothers and sisters at the middle stage of the Golden Core. They have already established themselves and left the sect at your stage. You have to rely on yourself from now on."
Ning Xuan feels that Duan Jinzhi's growth is excessive. At the same age, he had only reached the initial stage of the Golden Core, but now this servent's growth exceeds his imagination. If possible, he would also like to continue teaching the servent, but he doesn't understand why he has taught for three years and yet the servent's self-study for half a year surpasses his progress.
Just as he was about to leave the hall, the servent behind him suddenly said, "Master, disciple has never thought of leaving the sect. One day as a master, lifelong as a father. Disciple is willing to stay in the sect to serve the master in the future."
Upon hearing the servent's words behind him, Ning Xuan just smiled faintly. He turned his head to glance at the servent behind him and said, "I hope that one day you can surpass me."
"Okay," Duan Jinzhi obediently replied. In the days that followed, he immersed himself in his studies. Ning Xuan noticed that his time with Duan Jinzhi became increasingly shorter, until the day the latter became an adult.
Dong Xu Later
Ten years later, Duan Jinzhi stood in front of Ning Xuan's bedroom. With a light touch of his finger, the entire sect was enveloped in a barrier. Ning Xuan, who was originally meditating, felt a strong pressure and instantly opened his eyes. At that moment, as he was about to get up, two golden lights flashed from outside the bedroom and directly grabbed his hands. "Jinzhi, what are you doing?" Ning Xuan came to his senses, realizing that his hands were already bound.
"Master, you are clearly asking a question you already know the answer to." Without seeing the person, only hearing their voice, Ning Xuan looked up to see the other person walking into his bedroom with a mischievous smile on his face.
At that moment, Duan Jinzhi raised his hand, and the immortal binding rope that had been restraining Ning Xuan split into two strands and instantly bound to the ceiling beam.
Due to the excessive movement, Ning Xuan's clothes were also pulled up, revealing a delicate and graceful posture of the originally frail man, looking at his disciple with a discomforted expression.
"Jinzhi, let go of your master." He had never suffered such humiliation before.
Duan Jinzhi He clicked his tongue and shook his head, "No."
"You..." He raised an eyebrow at the response, slightly displeased.
"I wonder if Master still remembers disciple's response when first entering the door. disciple came to seek a Soulmate to ascend to the immortal mountain together. I wonder if Master is willing to accompany disciple..."
He lifted Ning Xuan's chin with his fingertips, gazing at the other's cheek. It was truly impossible to get enough of Master's appearance. Clad in white, like an exiled immortal, how could he be defiled? It's just that Master has suffered. His Yuan Ying stage remained unchanged. "I wonder if Master is willing to ascend to the immortal mountain with disciple, to become a pair of mandarin ducks, singing and dancing together day after day."
After he finished speaking, he looked seriously at Ning Xuan's expression. Because his words just now had turned extremely crimson, but she did not refuse him. She said that the master had no way to resist at all?
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