73. Divine Essence and Illusory Image
"Excellent, you did a great job." Jingwei didn't hold back her praise.
He acted decisively and without hesitation.
This is how you deal with those who fall into demonic ways.
In terms of both talent and temperament, Yun Ling far exceeded Jingwei's expectations.
"Thank you for the compliment, Master." Yun Ling scratched his head a little shyly.
"What do you plan to do with this girl?" Jingwei glanced at Lin Chaoyu beside her.
"I wanted her to go to the capital, but she doesn't seem willing." Yun Ling was also troubled by this.
"My mother said that we must repay the life-saving grace properly. I am willing to be his servant and follow him around," Lin Chaoyu said to Jingwei.
"I don't need it either..." Yun Ling wanted to refuse.
"Then you should stay here and take care of him."
Jingwei's words left Yun Ling somewhat confused, but also brought a smile to Lin Chaoyu's face.
However, since Jingwei had already spoken, Yun Ling didn't refute her.
"Master, why?"
On the way back, Yun Ling asked Jingwei in a low voice.
"Although you are quite talented in cultivation, your physical ailments have not improved at all. Having her take care of your daily life can be considered as planning for a rainy day," Jingwei explained.
"I think I can take care of myself... cough cough cough." Yun Ling coughed a few times before he could finish speaking.
"Then you go and talk to her yourself." Jingwei just glanced at him.
She agreed only to prevent Yun Ling from using her as an excuse to make Lin Chaoyu leave; the real decision still rested with Yun Ling himself.
"…" Yun Ling fell silent.
Looking at the joyful expression on the girl's face as she followed behind, how could he bear to shatter her beautiful dream?
And so, Lin Chaoyu followed Yun Ling and Jingwei to Mount Taixu.
It must be said that since Lin Chaoyu came to Mount Taixu, Mount Taixu has indeed become more vibrant.
During this time, Lin Chaoyu also learned that Yun Ling was suffering from a serious illness, which made her even more determined to stay by Yun Ling's side and take care of him.
"Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Aren't you going back to visit your family?" Fu Hua asked Yun Ling, who was sitting to the side, admiring the moon.
"I've only been here a few days. If I suddenly go back, Father might think I've been kicked out of Mount Taixu. It's alright." Yun Ling shook his head.
Jingwei nodded without saying anything.
"By the way, Master, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival... Could we change the food a bit?" Yun Ling asked cautiously.
Every day I eat plain porridge and steamed buns, and with steamed buns, I'm practically turning into an immortal being.
"Make whatever you want to eat yourself," Jingwei said indifferently.
He dared to complain about the food I made for him?
Fu Hua has been cooking these past few days, and basically, Yun Ling has been eating and drinking for free...
At most, He can help chop firewood.
"So we can eat other things after all?!" Yun Ling suddenly jumped off the rock and shouted excitedly at Jingwei.
"Why not?" Jingwei tilted her head, showing her incomprehension at his question.
"I…I always thought the Taixu Sect members were supposed to be in seclusion…" Yun Ling said dejectedly.
These days, he has been craving to eat what Lin Chaoyu eats. Unlike Yun Ling and Jingwei, she is not a cultivator and can eat normal food.
"Seclusion? I don't think I've ever told you about this rule."
"Alas, it's probably a misunderstanding of immortals by the world. I grew up listening to stories of the Immortal Jingwei, who often mentioned drinking dew from grains to satisfy her hunger..."
"I thought the steamed buns with spring on them were specially made for me by master," Yun Ling complained.
"You're overthinking it," Jingwei said calmly, looking up at the moonlit sky. Unconsciously, a faint smile appeared on her lips.
A fatal blow struck Yun Ling's heart; had he been deluding himself?
"Then let Master taste my cooking today!" Yun Ling said with high spirits.
"You can cook?" Jingwei asked, slightly surprised.
After all, Yun Ling is a prince, and should be someone who never lifts a finger.
"I learn everything very quickly. When I was a child, I secretly went to the imperial kitchen and watched the imperial chefs prepare dishes. Although I have never tried it, I am still confident," Yun Ling explained.
"...If you waste food, you'll be punished by practicing swordsmanship for two hours."
"Don't worry, Master, it definitely won't happen."
Yun Ling dashed to the kitchen and began to show off his skills.
Before long, a table full of delicious dishes was ready.
"Master, please have a taste!"
Yun Ling looked at Jingwei expectantly.
"..."
Jingwei casually picked up some dishes and put them in her mouth to taste, without giving any evaluation.
Indeed, after all, the Immortal Jingwei has lived for so many years, and emperors of all dynasties have invited this immortal who protects the land. What delicacies hasn't she tasted?
Lin Chaoyu, who was standing to the side, was engrossed in eating, which showed that Yun Ling had indeed done a good job.
However, she was also somewhat frustrated. If Yun Ling's cooking is so delicious, then her role would be diminished.
She needs to work even harder!
After dinner, they enjoyed the gentle mountain breeze and the sly moonlight.
In this situation, Yun Ling couldn't help but take out Ruoshui and begin to practice swordsmanship.
"Ruoshui, how far do you think I am from reaching the 'Divine Essence' level?" Yun Ling asked.
"I don't know, but it shouldn't be too far off."
"I think so too... Why don't we give it a try?"
These days, Jingwei has already taught him the incantation of "Divine Essence".
This is the most powerful move in the "Taixu Sword Qi", and it is also the only move that Yun Ling has spent a lot of time trying to comprehend.
After all, Jingwei couldn't demonstrate this move to him.
Everyone's "Divine Essence" is different. If Jingwei were to give him her "Divine Essence," it might just lead him into a self-defeating predicament.
The sword is formed by divine inspiration, and its power originates from the heart.
"The divine is the ultimate of change. Even without a sword, there is a sword; through the divine, the sword is formed, its energy naturally manifesting, thus connecting with the divine essence. The divine is the ultimate of change, the wondrous essence of all things, which cannot be questioned by form..."
"Taixu Sword Qi - Divine Essence!"
In an instant, the destructive energy between heaven and earth began to surge violently.
Above the sky, a faint, ethereal figure began to appear...
Jingwei and Lin Chaoyu, who were taking a bath, were both attracted by the strange phenomenon not far away.
"That phantom... is it the Immortal Jingwei?" Lin Chaoyu asked the enormous phantom cautiously.
However, Jingwei had already dressed and was heading towards Yun Ling's direction.
As the phantom of the Jingwei in the sky slightly raised its hand, a giant sword descended slowly with unparalleled power.
"Disperse!" As soon as Yun Ling finished speaking, the giant sword and the phantom of the Jingwei vanished.
Suddenly, Yun Ling began to cough violently, and some blood began to seep from the corner of his mouth.
Jingwei gracefully came to Yun Ling's side and led him to rest.
"Did you just use 'Divine Essence'?"
"Yes, Master, I did it!" Yun Ling's face showed a hint of joy.
"I saw it, but... please don't use it again."
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