Peace Order-Chapter 115 - 75: Cutting Off the Young Lady Midway

Chapter fifteen was it?

Li Guanyi thought of what Xue Daoyong had mentioned before about the most secretly transmitted technique of the Murong Family among the top ten Absolute Skills in Chen Country, "Jiangnan Misty Rain Twelve Layers," as he looked at Murong Qiushui, who, smiling faintly, said to him, "It’s just a trivial technique."

"Too many people know this little trick."

Li Guanyi said, "Many know of this trick but how about those who can perform it?"

Murong Qiushui stretched out her hand and pinched Li Guanyi’s cheeks until they bulged, then clapped them together flattening the youth’s cheeks, his lips protruding as she retorted, "That’s not important, Li Nu’er."

"The last part is something Aunt crafted by herself."

"So, apart from me, only you will know it."

Li Guanyi did not continue asking.

He and his Aunt had depended on each other for ten years and although there were still many puzzles in his heart, he stopped asking if she did not speak. After all, the Aunt would not harm him; if the Cultivation Technique could be used, then he just needed to cultivate, even though the seemingly complex skills made his head spin, yet he managed to start directly during the cultivation practice.

His body operated instinctively.

This was not learning but rather recalling.

The transformations and twists of Inner Qi and spirit were like the fluctuations of Zither Sounds.

The sustenance of spirit was like fingertips gently pressing on the zither strings, causing them to tense and emit a lingering overtone.

He was completely absorbed, abandoning all cultivated intentions, using only the ordinary mind.

He cultivated this Divine Technique for ten years.

During those ten years, he regarded it not as a secret Divine Skill but purely studied the techniques of playing the zither, simplifying the complex. Ultimately reaching simplicity, he then picked up the various application skills again, thus allowing him to do as he wished naturally and effortlessly, like a tree with solid roots blooming blossoms abundantly.

This wave of strings, this tuning of the zither.

Was none other than the internal flow of this Divine Technique.

Li Guanyi played the zither but heard his Aunt suppressing a soft cough. He stopped playing, looking towards Murong Qiushui who was covering her lips, and said, "Aunt, you’ve had a recurrence of your old ailment?!" The youth put down the zither and hurried over.

Murong Qiushui had suddenly developed this old ailment years ago.

Endless coughing, pale face, the day before, she had been looking after Li Guanyi.

From that day on, it was the young boy who was caring for her.

So much so that by thirteen years old, Li Guanyi was working in Huichun Hall, but later he drew his Aunt back to the Xue Family, where her daily diet and routine were well-cared for, and Aunt hadn’t coughed for a long time. Li Guanyi had gradually put his mind at ease, but today, it acted up again.

Li Guanyi steadied Murong Qiushui, his Inner Qi flowing from the palm and transmitting over.

Murong Qiushui’s body clearly lacked Body Casting; she wasn’t a habitual killer like a Martial Artist, and Li Guanyi’s Inner Qi could only transmit a short distance before naturally collapsing. Murong Qiushui took Li Guanyi’s hand, saying softly, "It’s just an old ailment."

"Don’t worry about me, Li Nu’er."

Li Guanyi looked at Murong Qiushui, who smiled faintly, her eyes calm.

Li Guanyi withdrew his hand, saying, "Then don’t exert yourself, Aunt. I can play the zither by myself. Later, I’ll have the kitchen prepare some nourishing soup for you."

Murong Qiushui pulled the youth into her embrace, laughing merrily, "Ah, well done."

"Aunt coughed on purpose, and my Li Nu’er adds food to Aunt’s dish. Truly filial."

Li Guanyi’s lips twitched, "You!"

"You scared me on purpose again?"

Murong Qiushui laughed aloud, triumphant, "Didn’t Aunt warn you?"

"Beware of beautiful girls, they are the most deceitful."

"Am I not beautiful?"

Li Guanyi grinned and said bluntly, "Half-old Xu..."

Then his forehead received a fierce flick.

Murong Qiushui glared at him angrily, her features more attractive than a young unmarried lady’s and far more spirited than Shaking Light. Li Guanyi covered his forehead and went to play the zither again; while playing, his gaze settled down, no longer chasing the earlier playful mood.

Complicated thoughts swirled in his mind, wondering exactly what his Aunt’s illness was...

If the Magic Skill his Aunt taught him was really the most hidden "Jiangnan Misty Rain Twelve Layers" among the top ten Absolute Skills of Chen Country as Elder Xue stated...

Aunt must have high cultivation.

Not the step-by-step lethal kind of a Martial Artist, but at least proficient in spirit.

That she couldn’t handle.

Li Guanyi subconsciously thought about the deadly poison in his own chest.

When he had escaped.

His own deadly poison.

Could Aunt truly have come out unscathed?

Aunt mentioned that his father wore a face mask, was it that Taiping Duke, or were there others who wore face masks as well? After all, in General Xue’s memory, that ancestor of Chen Country, Duke Chen, also wore that dark gold face mask.

The more he traced back to the events of that year, the more puzzles he could unravel.

Li Guanyi suppressed the tangled thoughts in his heart.

Knowing that he had too many distractions, if they showed in his Zither Sound, they would not escape Murong Qiushui’s ears, he quietly played the zither.

His Inner Qi dissipated naturally when transferred into Aunt’s meridians.

Because after Entering Realm, his Inner Qi could leave the body, but it only completed Body Casting, not yet Qi Condensation; the energy wasn’t refined enough and after leaving the body for some time, it would naturally collapse. It seems he should explain this to Elder Xue.

Telling him that he has completed Body Casting.

And to start cultivating the next stage of Cultivation Technique.

Because to prevent their disciples from being greedy and reckless, most sects and aristocratic families transmit Techniques stage by stage, to ensure their descendants do not destabilize their foundation by seeking rapid advancement in realm.

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