Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 239 A colorful bead, like an agate (Seeking monthly votes)
"Isn't this the palm technique that the senior monk imprinted in my mind with his extraordinary spiritual power?"

"So that palm technique was the famous Mahayana Prajna Palm Technique of Shaochan Temple."

Why did this divine monk impart this skill to me?

"What kind of palm technique do I lack?"

"Although the Mahayana Prajna Palm is powerful, my Songyang Sect's Xuanbing Treasure Mirror is no less formidable."

What exactly does he mean?

Sun Yanwan pondered for a while, thanked the middle-aged monk, and went to wander around elsewhere. In the evening, he returned to his room and studied the Mahayana Prajna Palm technique, but he did not find any other mysteries contained within it.
After much deliberation, Sun Yanwan decided to find an opportunity to ask her master about it and put it aside for the time being.

The Songyang Sect members stayed at Shaochan Temple for five days. Wang Xuangui finally bid farewell to Da Ku and Kong Chan. The two monks did not try to keep them, but simply escorted the Songyang Sect members five miles outside the temple.

Not far from Shaochan Temple, the eight members of the Songyang Sect secretly asked their master, Zhang Yuanqiao, "If you use the ordination certificate and monk's robe given to you by Kongchan in the future, wouldn't you be missing a martial art from Shaochan Temple?"

Sun Yanwan felt that her master was just giving her the runaround, and that the matter was not so simple, but she couldn't ask any further questions. How could she not trust her master?

The trip to Shaochan Temple went smoothly, and Sun Yanwan learned about a major issue weighing on his mind. Although this issue still had follow-up developments, and those developments would likely be even more difficult, his master, eldest grand-uncle, and five uncles had finally resolved a major problem for him.

Nothing happened on the way back to Songyang Mountain.

When they passed through Donghai Pass, Sun Yanwan could see that every soldier of the Da Lang Dynasty army that had been escorting them visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and smiles appeared on their faces.

Sun Yanwan, along with his master, senior uncle, and fellow disciples, calmly returned to Songyang Mountain. He was then ordered to return to Lingjian Peak and was not allowed to come down.

Sun Yanwan secluded herself every day, and her internal energy and true qi improved every day. She also seemed to have no bottlenecks in her various martial arts training. However, she could never figure out what a martial arts obstacle was or how to break through to the Innate Realm.

Several months passed in this way. One day, after Sun Yanwan finished her cultivation, she went to find Yang Diao'er, only to find Yang Diao'er cutting clothes. She couldn't help but laugh and say, "Why are you doing tailoring?"

"There are tailors on Mount Songyang. Whatever clothes you need, just have them make them."

Yang Diao'er rolled her eyes at him and said, "Who made the clothes you're wearing?"

Sun Yanwan said awkwardly, "It's my master's aunt."

Yang Diao'er said calmly, "You've grown taller now, and the clothes Shi Si made are a bit too small. Now that she's not around, do you think I'd let you go without clothes and have to go to a tailor to make them?"

In an instant, Sun Yanwan condensed the sentence into "Shi Si is too young," and a thought popped into her head: "Is Miss Diao'er being sarcastic towards me?"

"I really don't want her to be my concubine!"

"This is quite a troublesome matter."

Sun Yanwan racked her brains but couldn't come up with a solution, so she simply pretended not to have heard anything. Watching Yang Diao'er carefully making clothes, she couldn't help but say, "You are the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect, how come you can make clothes?"

Yang Diao'er said softly, "At home, I was naturally a treasure, but now that I'm not home, I have to learn to do some housework."

Sun Yanwan suddenly realized and thought to herself, "When I went to Shaochan Temple to ask for a marriage not long ago, all seven elders came together, which still agitated Miss Diao'er. It's just that it took her several months to react, which is a bit strange."

Sun Yanwan pondered for a long time, then suddenly remembered that whenever the girls got angry when he was trying to woo them in his past life, the most important reason was that he forgot important dates. He chuckled and asked, "Sister Diao'er, your birthday is coming soon, isn't it?"

Yang Diao'er rolled her eyes at him and said, "It's a wonder you still remember."

"They snatched the person away for no reason and raised them in the mansion, but the person is still young and can only watch..."

"I don't know why you're in such a hurry?"

Sun Yanwan couldn't help but feel embarrassed, thinking to herself, "Even this has been criticized."

He chuckled and said, "There's only one Yang Diao'er in the world. If I don't act first, where will I find mine?"

"I only regret that it could have been a few years earlier."

Yang Diao'er wasn't really angry. She chuckled and said, "In another day or two, I'll be able to finish making the clothes. You can try them on first, and if they don't fit, I'll alter them."

Sun Yanwan casually took out a book and handed it to Yang Diao'er, saying, "I didn't have time to prepare a good gift for you, Diao'er. This is a secret scroll from Boshi Kingdom. I remember that the Heavenly Demon Art is quite dangerous to cultivate. The martial arts of Boshi Kingdom are quite wonderful. Perhaps it can help you, Diao'er, to overcome dangers."

Yang Diao'er took the scroll and glanced at it. She saw that it was not the one given to her by Xiximuli, written in the language of Boshi Kingdom. Instead, it was a copy made by Sun Yanwan himself. Each mental cultivation method had detailed reading notes, recording many details, as well as his personal insights from cultivation. It was clear that it was not prepared recently, but had been copied for at least ten days. She was slightly moved and thought to herself, "So he really remembered my birthday."

In fact, Yang Diao'er didn't care about the martial arts manuals of Boshi Kingdom. Sun Yanwan usually didn't hide the Sun Family Martial Arts Manual from her. If she wanted to see it, she could just flip through it at will. But this one was a new copy, so its meaning was different.

Seeing that Yang Diao'er's expression had improved, Sun Yanwan thought to herself, "Luckily, I made preparations in advance."

"The Sun Family Martial Arts Manual is naturally accessible to all members of the Sun family!"

Yang Diao'er put the martial arts manual that Sun Yanwan had copied aside and said, "In a few days, I want to pay my respects to my mother from afar in the back mountain. Would you like to come with me?"

Sun Yanwan quickly replied, "Of course we should go together!"

"It's just that my martial arts skills are not good now, otherwise I would accompany Diao'er back to Zhoujia Mountain to pay respects to my aunt."

Yang Diao'er chuckled and said, "Do you still dare to go to Zhoujia Mountain?"

Sun Yanwan said with great bravado, "Why wouldn't I dare?"

"I have now mastered the Wind Riding Technique to a high degree. If I can advance to the Innate Realm, I believe even Sect Leader Yang will not be able to catch me. Let's secretly pay our respects to Aunt and then escape quickly. I'm afraid nothing will happen."

Yang Diao'er rested her head against his chest and said softly, "There's no need to take such a risk. Offering sacrifices from afar in the back mountains is enough."

Yang Diao'er was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Speaking of which, I have something to give you."

She rummaged around and found a colorful bead that looked like agate. She handed it to Sun Yanwan and said, "I don't need this right now, but I thought you might need it, so I'm giving it to you."

Sun Yanwan glanced at the colorful, agate-like bead. Holding it in her hand gave her an indescribable sense of comfort. She asked, "What is this?"

(End of this chapter)