Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

A few days later, Ye Yunlan went to Xingquan Peak again to submit the tasks he received a few days ago in exchange for merits.

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Considering his physical condition, he took on tasks that could be solved without the need to use his martial arts.
Most of them were related to research on refining weapons, formation techniques, and alchemy. 

He had read countless books in his previous life, and walked alone in the world of cultivation for nearly a hundred years.
Not to mention he was very proficient in all kinds of knowledge in the world of cultivation.
He was not a complete master, but reached about 80%.
In this world, there were very few problems that he could not solve. 

The person in charge of the task handover looked at the person in front of him, with a suspicious look, “Are you sure that for these 20+ tasks…you want to submit them all together?” 

These 20+ tasks were in diverse areas, and involved all kinds of cultivation difficulties.
Just reading it has him dazzled. 

How much energy does it take for a person to be proficient in so many kinds of knowledge and solve so many problems? 

They aren’t here for an achievement right? 

In the past, it was not unheard of for Sky Sect disciples to accept tasks, arbitrarily attempt the test and gain merits. 

The result is that they would be directly forbidden to use meritorious bartering, ruining the easiest way to obtain spiritual resources in the sect.
There would be no place to cry afterwards. 

He looked at the outstanding appearance of the person in front of him.
He thought about it, then couldn’t help reminding: “You should think about it.
Once you submit the task, if the elders fail to approve it, you will be severely punished.” 

Ye Yunlan calmly said: “Hand it in.” 

The person in charge sighed, they had to put away the stack of paper that Ye Yunlan gave him. 

Usually, disciples use spirit recording jade slips to take note of it.
Very few people use paper.

He couldn’t help but lower his head and glance at the paper, only to realize that this man’s handwriting was as beautiful as the person himself.
There was strong character and grace. 

“Half of the merits have been credited to your sect disciple token, the other half will not be issued to you until the task review is passed.” The person in charge said. 

Ye Yunlan nodded slightly, “Thank you.” 

Then he took out the sect disciple command and went to the Sect Treasure Pavilion where he bartered things with merit. 

Even if only half of the merits accumulated in the twenty plus missions were received, it was not a small number.
Ye Yunlan first helped Shen Shu get enough medicinal materials, then his eyes fell on the long swords placed on the shelf. 

Sharp blades full of aura, they were all spirit swords of high grade. 

But they just couldn’t make it into his eyesight. 

He was thinking. 

It is impossible for Shen Shu to continue to use the wooden sword he had carved. 

After his cultivation base slightly improves in the future, he must build his own natal spirit sword.
The required materials must be prepared now. 

He promised to use the best materials for the other party. 

He looked at a piece of star meteorite iron. 

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A small piece was worth the merits of more than 20 tasks and this was only a second-rate sword material.

Ye Yunlan was a bit distressed. 

He couldn’t help but miss the various materials in his storage in his previous life.
Those were precious treasures accumulated little by little since he walked in the realm of cultivation for so many years. 

…It’s a pity that after he died, he didn’t even have someone to pass it onto. 

Back to the bamboo building, Ye Yunlan called Shen Shu to boil hot water. 

He followed his memory of using medicinal herbs to create a medicated bath, then to Shen Shu said: “Strip” 

Shen Shu’s body was stiff.
“…… Master?” 

“Circulate the breathing technique I taught you.
With the medicated bath, you can get rid of the qi in your body to the maximum effect.
This medicated bath is prepared for you.” 

Shen Shu still didn’t move. 

The roots of his ears slowly turned red. 

Although he had bathed in the hot spring with this person before, at that time, the hot spring was misty and everything was covered by rocks.
It was different from this moment where his Master stood in front of him neatly dressed. 

But he asked him to undress. 

Shen Shu: “Master, can I… soak alone?” 

“You have a special physique.
As your Master, I need to pay attention to your situation at all times to prevent any accidents.” Ye Yunlan lowered his eyes to look at him, his eyes were cold and quiet, like the untainted ice and snow on the distant mountains.

But the more it was like this, the more he felt ashamed. 

Shen Shu’s cheeks slowly turned red. 

He hesitated for a moment, then finally took off his clothes quickly.
He wanted to jump into the tub. 

“Wait.” Ye Yunlan called him. 

Shen Shu froze in place. 

Ye Yunlan walked to his side, then Shen Shu felt the man’s soft and slippery hand holding his shoulder. 

“The water in this medicinal bath just started to boil, it’s too hot.
Do you want to cook yourself being this anxious?” Ye Yunlan whispered, “Wait.
Wait until the medicinal materials are completely melted in the water before you go in.” 

“Right now, your Master will touch your root bones.” 

Root bones, spiritual roots, perception, they were all used to determine the aptitude of a cultivator and their basic qualifications. 

If it was a cultivator with a high level of cultivation, a glance with their spiritual sense would give them a rough idea of what the cultivator’s spiritual roots were like, but the Ye Yunlan today can’t. 

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He can only use the most basic methods to touch and judge.
This way when the other party really started to cultivate, then he could teach them the most suitable technique. 

Ye Yunlan’s hand slowly stroked Shen Shu’s back, descending along the Du Channel.
He touched a cultivator’s most important place, their spine. 

He noticed that the boy was thin.
He was so young, but there were already many mottled scars on his back. 

Shen Shu trembled slightly.

He turned his back to Ye Yunlan.
Feeling the other person carefully touching his spine, cold fingertips brushing against his wounds like a breeze, it had a soft and soothing intent.

“You have very good root bones,” Ye Yunlan said, “If you start spiritual cultivation, your cultivation will be able to advance by leaps and bounds.” 

As he said this, his gaze paused on the puppet mark on the back of Shen Shu’s neck. 

That hideous rune was like an ugly spider stuck to the pale neck of a young man.
It was extremely shocking. 

He continued: “With such an aptitude, you deserve to shine in the cultivation world.
Not as anyone’s puppet or weapon.
Shen Shu, as your Master, I hope that you can be yourself in the future.” 

“I will Master.” 

Shen Shu agreed, his thin back trembling slightly under the palm of this person. 

“Okay, now that the medicinal properties have been integrated, you can go in and soak in the medicinal bath.” 

After hearing this, Shen Shu hurriedly walked into the tub and immersed himself in the medicinal bath. 

He exhaled a deep breath, the warmth on his face calmed slightly. 

The water in the medicated bath was a little irritating.
It turned into a hot current colliding with his meridians.
There was a kind of pain like a needle being pierced into him.
His pain sensations were several times that of an ordinary person, so it hurt even more. 

Although it did not exceed the limit of his tolerance, he still raised his eyes to look at Ye Yunlan: “Master…it hurts.” 

“Endure.” Ye Yunlan stroked his head, “Circulate the breathing technique I taught you.
Take this chance and expel the filthy energy from your body.” 

“En…” Shen Shu obeyed and circulated the breathing technique.
Under the stimulation of the medicine, something like black mist quickly escaped from him.

The power summoned by Yuan Yongzhi’s forbidden technique in his body was like water flowing out of a hole.
He didn’t feel sad at all.

Power that cannot be completely controlled by him, he rather not have it. 

In this way, he can get closer to his Master. 

The medicated bath needed to be soaked for three hours. 

Shen Shu hung on the edge of the bathtub, watching Ye Yunlan standing nearby.
Watching him in the mist, he observed his situation. 

“Master…I still hurt.” He muffled. 

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Ye Yunlan frowned, trying to distract him: “Your Master will tell you a story.” 

Shen Shu’s eyes lit up, he asked: “What…story?” 

Ye Yunlan: “What do you want to hear?” 

Shen Shu thought about it.
After thinking for a while, he said, “I want to hear… the story of master learning the sword.
Has anyone taught you before?” 

“Master’s swordsmanship was mostly based on self-understanding and long-term practice.” Ye Yunlan replied, “It’s just that, if you ask if anyone has taught me…” 

A dark, evil figure appeared in his memory. 

After the man rescued him from the Pagoda Tower, he knew that his death was approaching.
Thus, he passed on his lifelong sword dao experience and cultivation skills, as well as his own sword to him.

Later, when he reached immortalization for his nirvana dao, stepping into void tracing realm, he was inseparable from the other party’s karma.

“Yes.” He whispered. 

Shen Shu: “What kind of person was he?” 

“…a stubborn person who would behave unscrupulously.”

Shen Shu blinked, “Then should I call him…Martial Ancestor?” 

Ye Yunlan thought of his own and that person’s past injustices.
After being silent for a long time, he said: “En.” 

Shen Shu looked at him in a daze, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart. 

He knew that his Master was not as cold as his appearance.
He would hide people in his heart and remember them forever. 

“What is Martial Ancestor’s name?” 

Shen Shu asked again. 

Ye Yunlan closed his eyes, “He has no name, only a title.” 

—

“When you take out your sword, you need to calm your breath, stir your intent and concentrate your soul.”

A breeze blew in the sea of ​​flowers. 

Ye Yunlan held the flower branch in his hand and pointed it directly at Shen Shu.
His black hair was flying and his sleeves fluttered.
Under the sun, he was like a fallen immortal. 

Shen Shu stood opposite him, holding a wooden sword in both hands, eager to try. 

The two exchanged moves against each other.

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Ye Yunlan’s swordsmanship was calm and graceful, while Shen Shu’s movements were getting faster and faster.
His swordsmanship was getting concentrated like fine rain. 

Regarding swordsmanship, Shen Shu had indeed somewhat a wild instinct. 

Suddenly, he took advantage of an insignificant pause in Ye Yunlan’s movements, and picked out the flower branch in Ye Yunlan’s hand. 

This was the first time that Shen Shu had the upper hand when the master and disciple were in a contest. 

The air fell silent for a while. 

Sweat was dripping on Shen Shu’s face, but his eyes were extremely bright.
He looked at Ye Yunlan shiningly.

Ye Yunlan looked down at the flower branch that fell on the ground: “Not bad, you can already be considered a beginner in this set of swordsmanship.” His voice was slightly mute, and he said calmly: “This is the end of today’s sword training.
Go boil water.
Continue to soak in the medicated bath later.
After two or three times of soaking, the filthy qi in your body will be eliminated, and then you can start real spiritual practice.” 

Shen Shu: “Okay Master.” 

When Shen Shu disappeared from his field of vision, Ye Yunlan frowned. 

The sudden pain in his chest when they were fighting didn’t disappear. 

After enduring it, he coughed after all. 

His palm was stained with a brilliant red. 

“Your sword intent is too strong.
Even if you deliberately suppress it, fighting with others will drag out one’s whole body’s spiritual power, causing injuries.” A cold voice came from the side. 

Ye Yunlan turned to his side.
He saw a man in a white-clothed crane cloak standing there holding a sword in the bamboo forest not far away.
He didn’t know how long he had been standing there. 

He pursed his lips, and silently held his queying sword in his hand. 

Qiyun Jun had already stepped forward towards him.
He was tall, with a very high cultivation base.
There was a strong sense of oppression. 

He spoke again: “But, your sword is very good.”

Ye Yunlan knew that he and Shen Shu’s exchange must have been seen completely by the other party. 

Both were almighty swordsmen.
Even if he had deliberately suppressed his strength when he fought Shen Shu, the other party should be able to see through a lot of things. 

“What’s its name?” Qiyun Jun continued to ask. 

He did not answer. 

He only looked at the sword in the other party’s hand. 

Looking at the other party’s sword hilt, an ink jade he was very familiar with was hanging from it. 

The author has something to say: Shen Shu: D*mn, there is someone in Master’s heart.