I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Pei Youyi stood beside him, watching his back, her heart pounding with anxiety.

She knew how difficult Uncle Liu's test was, and that others had come to seek his advice before.

The test given by Uncle Liu was to carve a piece of wood into a sphere, and the man had been carving it for five days without success.

This has nothing to do with strength, but rather with comprehension and skill.

Now that it's shaped like a sword, it's even more difficult. A sword has a blade, a point, and a hilt, and every part has its own intricacies.

She couldn't help but speak again, her voice pleading.

"Sixth Uncle, can't you really make an exception? Xiao Yan isn't feeling well."

"It wouldn't be good if he got tired or injured."

Pei Zhanyue glanced at her, and the corners of his mouth curled up again.

"Youyi, you seem so nervous. It's not impossible that this is a case of someone from another family taking over the family."

Pei Youyi's face turned red again, as red as a ripe apple.

"Sixth Uncle, if you say that again, I won't talk to you anymore."

Pei Zhanyue laughed heartily, his voice echoing in the courtyard.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anymore. Let's see how this kid performs."

He leaned back in his chair, picked up the wood and continued whittling, but his eyes remained fixed on Gu Yan.

Pei Youyi stood there, his hands clasped together, his fingers twisted white.

She watched Gu Yan pick up the knife, watched him raise it.

I was incredibly nervous, but I didn't dare to make a sound and disturb them.

Gu Yan took a deep breath, raised the Demon-Suppressing Blade, its blade gleaming in the sunlight.

He didn't rush to do it, but stared at the piece of wood for a long time.

He was thinking about how to use illusion magic to help himself complete this test.

Using the five senses allows you to see the grain inside the wood.

Hypnotize yourself.

It allows you to have a more precise sense of touch and better control the angle of the knife.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a glimmer of seven-colored light flashed deep within his pupils.

Then he made his cut, and with the first stroke, wood chips flew up.

Pei Zhanyue paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing.

He saw something, but he didn't say anything and continued whittling his wood.

Pei Youyi stood to the side, watching Gu Yan whittle the wood piece by piece.

Her hands clenched tighter, her heart pounding in her throat.

Gu Yan shaved very slowly, carefully making each cut.

The knife was too heavy.

Sweat began to bead on his forehead, and his hands trembled slightly.

But he didn't stop, chopping away, sawdust falling all over the ground.

"Seven-colored mirror eyes, that's interesting."

Pei Zhanyue watched his movements, his sharp eyes growing brighter and brighter.

But he didn't say anything, he just watched.

Pei Youyi couldn't help but take two steps forward, wanting to get a closer look.

Pei Zhanyue spoke, his voice not loud but very clear.

"Youyi, don't disturb him, let him do it himself."

Pei Youyi stopped and stepped back, but her eyes never left Gu Yan.

Gu Yan spent more than half an hour whittling away the wood, and more than half of it had already been removed.

The shape of the sword is beginning to emerge; although rough, it is indeed recognizable as a sword.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued slicing, each cut steady and deliberate.

Pei Zhanyue put down the piece of wood in his hand, stood up and walked to the stone table.

He stared at the wooden sword that Gu Yan had carved for a long time.

Then he spoke, his tone completely different from before.

"Kid, have you studied swordsmanship before?"

Gu Yan shook her head, her hand still gripping the knife.

"No, this is the first time I've ever handled a knife."

Pei Zhanyue fell silent, his eyes fixed on Gu Yan's hand.

Watch the angle at which he holds the knife, and watch the force with which he strikes.

Then he laughed, a very soft but genuine laugh.

"Interesting, very interesting."

He turned around, sat back down, picked up his piece of wood, and continued whittling.

But the smile on his lips never faded.

Pei Youyi watched Gu Yan carefully whittle the wood, and the weight in her heart slowly lifted.

She hadn't expected him to cut it so well; it was much better than she had anticipated.

Another half hour passed before Gu Yan finished the last cut.

He placed the wooden sword on the stone table and took a step back.

"Senior, it's done."

Pei Zhanyue put down what he was holding, stood up and walked to the stone table.

He picked up the wooden sword and examined it over and over again.

The blade is not flat, the edge is not sharp enough, and the hilt is not rounded enough.

But you can tell at a glance that it's a sword; it has everything you'd expect.

Pei Zhanyue put the wooden sword back on the table and looked at Gu Yan.

"I haven't learned swordsmanship, but your hands are very steady and your eyesight is very accurate."

"This wooden sword is well-carved."

Gu Yan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly bowed.

"Thank you, senior."

Pei Zhanyue waved his hand and sat back down in his chair.

"Don't thank me, I've passed the test, and I keep my word."

"Starting tomorrow, come to me every morning, and I'll teach you swordsmanship."

Gu Yan was overjoyed and bowed again, bending deeply at the waist.

"Thank you, senior. I will definitely study hard."

He never expected his superpowers to be this powerful. Although he lacked talent, he could still hypnotize himself.

Pei Zhanyue nodded, glanced at Pei Youyi, and the corners of his mouth curled up again.

"Youyi, you can rest assured now."

Pei Youyi blushed again, but still nodded.

"Thank you, Sixth Uncle."

Pei Zhanyue waved his hand and picked up the wood to continue whittling.

"Alright, go on, go on, don't bother me while I'm whittling wood."

"Kid, remember to come tomorrow, don't be late."

Gu Yan nodded quickly and walked out with Pei Youyi.

I stepped out of the courtyard, and the door closed.

Pei Youyi let out a long breath and relaxed completely.

"I was so scared! I thought Uncle Liu wouldn't agree."

Gu Yan smiled and hung the Demon-Suppressing Blade back on her waist.

"Thanks to Aunt Youyi for speaking up for me."

Pei Youyi shook her head, looking at him with an undisguised tenderness in her eyes.

Then she suddenly reached out and pulled Gu Yan into her arms.

She held him tightly, her chest pressed against his, soft and yielding.

"Xiao Yan, you really scared Auntie to death just now."

"If you don't peel it properly, your sixth uncle will really kick you out."

Gu Yan froze, her face pressed against her shoulder.

His nose was filled with the faint scent of orchids emanating from her, and her soft body pressed against him.

He blinked, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.

"Yes, Aunt Yi, please let go."

Pei Youyi was stunned for a moment, then realized what she had done.

She abruptly released her grip, took two steps back, and her face flushed red to the roots of her neck.

"I...I...I was just too happy and couldn't help it."

She kept her head down, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz.

"Xiao Yan, don't overthink it. Auntie just treats you like a junior."

Gu Yan stood there and let out a soft breath.

"I didn't think much about it, I know."

The two stood facing each other, neither daring to look at the other.

A breeze blows by, carrying the scent of grass and trees from the yard.

After a long while, Pei Youyi finally raised her head, trying to appear calm.

"Let's go back and rest. We need to come back to learn swordsmanship tomorrow."

She turned and walked forward, her steps much faster than usual.

Gu Yan followed behind, watching her back.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but Aunt Youyi's ears still looked red.

The two walked back one after the other, neither of them saying a word.

But there was something indescribable in the air, warm yet a little unsettling.