Chapter 43 Qian Daoliu's Guidance, Little Golden Hair's Calamity.
In a bamboo forest at the Spirit Hall Academy, Jiang Nian, with a figure as graceful as a crane, wielded a bamboo sword.
He sweated profusely, his eyes resolute. Qian Daoliu, observing from the shadows, watched Jiang Nian's movements with curiosity.
As the continent's number one swordsman, even Chen Xin's father had been defeated by him. He could naturally discern Jiang Nian's skill level.
"Clearly an umbrella spirit, yet the abilities it displays are very strange..."
Qian Daoliu muttered to himself before flashing behind Jiang Nian.
"Who is it?"
Jiang Nian curiously took a few steps back, looking at the blond middle-aged man before him with surprise. He then clasped his hands in a salute.
"Greetings, Grand Elder."
He had seen Qian Daoliu a few years ago because of Jin Yue'er's condition.
His face was like jade, his aura calm and composed.
Though described as middle-aged, he looked no different from someone in their twenties or thirties.
"Hmm." Qian Daoliu nodded, reaching out to take a bamboo stick. "I've noticed that every time you wield your sword, there's a certain sword intent."
"Coincidentally, my understanding of swordsmanship is fairly good, so I couldn't resist offering you some pointers."
Jiang Nian was secretly delighted; this was instruction from the strongest on the continent, an opportunity others would kill for.
"Thank you, Great Elder."
He assumed a fighting stance, intently watching Qian Daoliu's every move.
In the blink of an eye, Old Deng moved.
His figure was like lightning, his speed chilling.
Jiang Nian instinctively raised his hand to protect his neck, the momentum instantly sending him flying several meters away.
Using this force, he spun around and drew his Martial Soul Thrust.
Qian Daoliu stood with one hand behind his back, calmly deflecting each of Jiang Nian's attacks.
"Still too slow."
"Faster, faster!"
Whoosh!
A bolt of lightning flashed before Qian Daoliu's eyes, a slight smirk playing on his lips, quite intrigued.
In less than half a second, Jiang Nian, who was previously in front of him, instantly flashed behind him.
Unfortunately, while he had the speed, the bamboo strip easily blocked Jiang Nian's attack in the blink of an eye. It was all so effortless.
Without using his martial spirit or soul power, it was something a mere Soul Master couldn't withstand.
Qian Daoliu added a bit of force, perhaps with ulterior motives, or perhaps genuinely wanting to guide Jiang Nian.
Five minutes later, crackling sounds echoed from the bamboo forest.
"Comfortable..." Qian Daoliu sighed inwardly, discarding the bamboo strip and turning his back to him.
"At this age, your understanding of swordsmanship is already extremely rare on the continent. Plus, you can gather elemental power into your sword intent; truly remarkable..."
"Cultivate diligently, and strive to serve the Spirit Hall one day."
With that, Qian Daoliu's figure disappeared from Jiang Nian's sight.
He lay on the lawn, somewhat speechless, rubbing his back and butt...
"Old Deng... you really hit me..."
"Thirty years ago, the tide turned east; I might not be able to beat you, but I can bully your granddaughter, right?"
Jiang Nian secretly noted this down in his notebook, then took out some herbs for treating superficial injuries from his storage soul tool, put them in his mouth, and guided them with his soul power.
When the pain subsided, he got up to return to the academy.
"Hey? Little Jiang, what happened to your leg?"
"Did Mommy hit you again?"
Qian Renxue chuckled, then leaned over with concern to check.
Jiang Nian immediately stopped her.
He didn't know what this little golden retriever had said to Qian Daoliu, but she had been so ruthless.
Sigh... half of the beatings he endured as a child were probably because of her.
No way, he had to get revenge tenfold in the future!
"It's nothing... I just tripped and fell while practicing swordsmanship."
Jiang Nian forced a smile and headed towards the mountain.
Qian Renxue pouted, seeing that he didn't want to tell her the truth, so she didn't ask any further.
"Is your spirit fruit ripe yet? I'm starving."
"Wait until next year."
Hearing this, the little golden retriever lowered its head in disappointment.
It rubbed its flat belly, looking somewhat helpless.
Walking into the herb garden, the leisurely little white dog lay on a chair to rest, and when it saw Jiang Nian return, it fawned over him.
After patting the little head, he stroked his chin and pondered.
Some time ago, he seemed to have heard Elder Ju say that he had to go out on business.
Taking this opportunity, why not let the little white dog go out with him?
Maybe, it really could encounter those rare flowers and herbs.
Even immature immortal herbs.
The entire continent might not only have them at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
"Squeak?" The little white dog swallowed, seeing Jiang Nian's expression, it had a bad feeling.
Could it be that he was coming for it?
"Don't be nervous, I'll take you to see someone tomorrow."
Little White nodded weakly, then climbed onto Qian Renxue's shoulder and began to fawn over her.
"This guy, how clever he would be if he were to transform..." Jiang Nian muttered to himself, then put on his straw hat and looked at the herbs in the herb garden.
Meanwhile, in the Star Dou Great Forest, Jin Yue'er, who had just absorbed her second spirit ring, looked at Jin E with a face full of joy.
"Grandpa! A two-thousand-year spirit ring..."
"Although it's much worse than Brother Jiang, it's better than Sister Xue~"
Jin E stroked his beard with satisfaction, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.
His granddaughter was much better than he had been back then.
Was there any hope of becoming a god in the future?
"Good, good... Let's go back now, and when you become a Soul Master, Grandpa will get you a ten-thousand-year spirit bone!"
"Mmm!"
The next day.
Jiang Nian took Little White to Chrysanthemum Douluo's elegant residence.
What came into view were those extremely beautiful flowers and plants, and the fragrance of herbs made people feel much more relaxed.
"Squeak?"
Little White's pupils contracted, and it swallowed hard.
So many medicinal herbs, many of which it had never possessed before.
The memories carried in its genes were both familiar and strange.
Jiang Nian watched the two talking in the garden, finally fixing his gaze on the person who exuded a slightly eerie aura.
"Hmm?"
Ghost turned its head to look. Yue Guan's smile vanished, and upon seeing that it was Jiang Nian, it quickly went to greet him.
"Little Nian is here? Oh~ Your little pet is quite cute."
"Greetings, Uncle Ju, Elder Ghost."
Jiang Nian bowed, and Ghost also forced a smile.
"I'll call you Little Nian, just like Old Ju."
"Either is fine."
The three chatted briefly before Jiang Nian cut to the chase.
"Uncle Ju, you said you were leaving the Spirit Hall for a while, so I came to see you off. Also, I wanted to give this to you to keep you company." Yue Guan was surprised, looking at the little white mouse Jiang Nian handed over, and examined it closely.
Sniffing the medicinal scent on its body, its expression instantly changed.
"This...this can't be the extinct Hundred-Herb Rat, can it?"
"Xiao Nian, where did you find it?"
Jiang Nian chuckled softly, "I don't know, it just came to me."
Little White: "..."
Yue Guan lovingly stroked its body, his eyes burning with fervor.
He had been searching for this kind of soul beast for decades since he first learned about it.
Unfortunately, he had found nothing.
He never expected such a pleasant surprise to come his way!
"Xiao Nian..."
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