Starting My Cultivation With Time Management - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Chapter 14 Senior Sister is Injured

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With the help of his junior sister Xu Yinglian, Qiu Changtian had thoroughly mastered everything in the Sandon Section.

Therefore, Luo Yan simply skimmed through the twenty-four scriptures, and then he began to read other scriptures.

The character template of Luo Yan had a talent feature known as “Hearing Once, Understanding a Thousandfold.”

Its effect lay in extensive knowledge, an eidetic memory, outstanding deductive and analytical ability, seeing the subtle and understanding the obvious, inferring many principles from one, going from one to three, from three to nine, from nine to twenty-seven…

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With progressive extrapolation, one could deduce the universe from a single leaf, a super trait that aspirants of problem-solving deeply long for.

Of course, the above statement is somewhat exaggerated, but it sufficiently illustrates the terrifying boost that the “Hearing Once, Understanding a Thousandfold” trait offers to a cultivator’s logical, memory, and computational abilities.

With an increase in intelligence, peripheral disciplines such as Formation, Talisman Scripts, Alchemy, Artifact Refining, Divination, and many other skills can also benefit significantly.

Under the enhancement of “Hearing Once, Understanding a Thousandfold,” Luo Yan could understand the main points of a book with just one read-through.

Since the main examination content—the Sandon Section—had already been learned in advance, he could leisurely choose and calmly read the other scriptures.

Unconsciously, the books around him piled up like a small mountain.

Just as he was immersed in his reading, the scenery around him suddenly changed.

When he came to his senses, Luo Yan found himself transported by the Formation to another room.

The room was bright and clean, with a desk by the window on which sat a stack of test papers, next to it were prepared writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, exuding a very classical charm.

Luo Yan pulled out a chair to sit down, steadied his mind, and then picked up the brush to quickly start writing his answers.

After completing all one thousand questions, Luo Yan leisurely picked up the test paper, ready to check all the questions and answers again with the demeanor of the king of problem-solvers, when a White Jade Puppet walked through the door, scanned the papers one by one, and mechanically said:

“Written exam score: one thousand points.”

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“Permission to access Daozang Pavilion: once.”

“Overall evaluation: Superior.”

“According to the sect rules, you are now permitted to become a Jia-class disciple of the two hundred and eightieth generation of our Yuqing View.”

“Please follow me to the Tianji Pavilion to register for entry.”

Luo Yan then followed the White Jade Puppet out the door, and seeing that it was still the main entrance of the Daozang Pavilion, he wanted to report the good news to Miss Shi Liuli from before.

Huh, where is the young lady?

……

After registering at the Tianji Pavilion, Luo Yan became a proud disciple of Penglai Jade Pure View.

Of course, the fragment of Heaven-Mending Stone in Penglai was still hidden in some secret location.

The Kunlun Mirror had been searching for a long time but could only sense that the other party was within the Yuqing View, without being able to pinpoint the exact location.

It seemed he would have to take his time figuring it out.

After reloading the save back to Shushan, Ling Yunpo continued to practice the Shushan Swordsmanship.

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He hadn’t yet learned the Penglai Sword Technique, so Luo Yan didn’t know about it.

But at least, he was certain that the Kunlun Sword Technique was far inferior to that of Shushan, as the teaching materials were too simple and crude.

Even Ling Yunpo had a feeling that if he continued to practice the Shushan Swordsmanship, it would also benefit Qiu Changtian’s advancement in the Kunlun Sword Technique.

After all, both originated from Ancient Clarify Cult swordsmanship.

On the other hand, with Senior Sister An, a grandmaster of the Refining Mansion stage who lowered herself to feed him moves every day, Ling Yunpo’s swordsmanship cultivation naturally soared quickly.

Speaking of which, because his inexpensive master Qi Sha True Person Su Jian had gone into seclusion, An Zhisu could not obtain the Core Condensation Technique. Despite her Refining Mansion stage being at perfection, she could not take that crucial step, which saddened Ling Yunpo greatly.

If by the time I reach the Refining Mansion stage, master still hasn’t emerged from seclusion, I will use the relationships of Qiu Changtian and Luo Yan to get a Core Condensation Technique for her, claiming Ling Yunpo obtained it during his adventures outside so that Senior Sister An can smoothly undergo Core Formation!

Uh, where is Senior Sister An?

Ling Yunpo waited until midnight when finally, a Sword Light gracefully descended—it was indeed Senior Sister An, covered in blood.

But unlike before when the blood on her was typically from others, she was truly covered in severe wounds.

As soon as she landed, Ling Yunpo immediately went up to her, half eager, half angry, and said:

“Senior Sister! What happened to you? Who hurt you like this?”

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“I’m fine,” An Zhisu weakly replied.

Barely standing, she lost balance and was about to fall to the ground.

Ling Yunpo quickly supported her, scanning her with his Divine Sense.

Thankfully, she had only exhausted her True Yuan and passed out; her life was not in immediate danger.

Even so, aftercare treatment still needed to be done.

Ling Yunpo carried her into the quiet room and carefully examined her.

Due to the excessive bleeding, the multiple wounds on An Zhisu’s body were not visible.

He could only strip off all her clothes, leaving Senior Sister An completely naked.

Now that he could see clearly, there was a slash on her neck, a chop from her right shoulder down to beneath her left chest, a penetrating injury on the right side of her abdomen, and a stab wound on her left leg.

As for the traces of Daoist Magic burns and rampant Sword Qi, they were too numerous to count.

He had no choice but to treat each one, first carefully wiping away the blood with a warm, damp towel, then subtly activating the Shushan Sword Technique mental method to gently draw out the residual Sword Qi from the wounds and dissipate it into the air.

Doing so, Senior Sister An’s complexion, even in her unconscious state, seemed to improve a bit, suggesting that her pain had lessened somewhat.

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He then ground up pills like Jiuhua Jade Dew Pill, Six Bears Xuanhuang Powder, and Heavenly Mechanism Leading Pill using a mortar, mixing them with water boiled with herbs like kudzu leaves and Bao Pu, forming a paste to apply over the wounds, which were then bandaged.

This not only accelerated healing of the wounds but also ensured that there was no damage to the Root Bone, an excellent formula recorded in the Daozang Pavilion documents Luo Yan had seen, which he now applied in practice.

After having tended to her in this way, Senior Sister An still hadn’t woken up.

Ling Yunpo stared at Senior Sister An’s recumbent jade body, wondering if he had missed any step.

Oh, right.

She had suffered sword wounds, and it was possible that some malignant Sword Qi had entered her body and was wandering through her meridians.

If not properly dealt with, it could cause endless trouble later on.

No, no, he had to thoroughly check once more.

So he continued to meticulously examine Sister An’s whole body.

But her body was just too well-developed, with curves where there should be curves, undoubtedly making his inspection more difficult.

After probing her entire body with his Divine Sense, he found indeed there was no hidden Sword Qi.

That was very good, with this his mind could be at ease as a fellow disciple.

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In the end, he took Senior Sister An’s clothes and tried to dress her.

But Senior Sister An was in a coma, and with the ancient women’s clothing having concealed buttons and sashes, it was very difficult to put on.

After several unsuccessful attempts, he ran out of options and had to wrap Senior Sister An in the bedcovers.

He left her clothes aside, letting her dress herself when she woke up.

As the long night dragged on, and worrying about Senior Sister An, Ling Yunpo sat beside her, silently keeping watch.

After an indeterminate time, An Zhisu finally moaned and gradually came to.

“Junior Brother…” she murmured groggily.

“Senior Sister.” Ling Yunpo then lifted her, wrapped in the blanket, and helped her sit up straight against the wall.

An Zhisu leaned on his shoulder, her black hair cascading down.

A moment passed before she slowly opened her eyes.

“Senior Sister, have you woken up?” Ling Yunpo asked softly.

An Zhisu didn’t reply, merely silently gazing at the floor.

“If you’re awake, you can take the medicine.” Ling Yunpo took out some Jiuhua Jade Dew Pills and brought them to An Zhisu’s lips.

Senior Sister An’s lips were pressed firmly together, and no matter how much he coaxed and pushed, there was no response.

He then said helplessly, “Senior Sister, can you open your mouth, please?”

“Junior… Junior Brother!” An Zhisu finally opened her mouth, and the words she spoke were both angry and urgent, “How can you casually undress your senior sister!”

“Senior Sister!” Ling Yunpo then recounted the circumstances she had been in before, explaining how he had no choice.

The key point was that he hadn’t touched her, simply checked with his Divine Sense!

An Zhisu was silent for a moment, then somewhat embarrassedly protested in a lowering voice:

“But… but you still can’t just undress…”

By the end, her voice was as thin as a mosquito’s, fading to silence.

After a long pause, she spoke again with a peculiar tone:

“You, you go out first.”

Ling Yunpo then stepped out, looking up at the night sky, filled with stars.

From behind the door came the rustling sounds of someone getting dressed.

After a while, Senior Sister An emerged, standing beside him.

“Junior Brother.” She sighed faintly, “Our Qingluo Peak… I’m afraid we are going to face some hard times ahead.”