Mortal: Li Feiyu, who came from the realm of a supreme being

The mountain stream to the west of Wuligou is fuller than in previous springs, flowing gently over the blue stones.

Han Xiaomei is thirteen years old this year, and has reached the age of budding youth. At this moment, she is standing on a flat rock by the stream, slowly practicing the method of guiding qi and opening the orifices.

His movements were as graceful as a crane's, his breathing was deep and even, and a gentle, warm energy flowed around him, echoing the mountain stream's moisture and the forest's vitality.

She had mastered the second level of the "Nuwa Mending the Sky Technique".

Suddenly, she stopped and turned around, her gaze falling on the edge of the woods.

An elderly man with gray hair and beard, dressed in a gray cloth robe, stood there at some point. His back was slightly hunched, his face was thin, but his eyes were very clear.

He just watched quietly, for who knows how long.

A flicker of wariness crossed Han Xiaomei's eyes, but she didn't show it on her face. She simply put away her stance and asked respectfully, "Grandpa, is there something you need?"

Her voice was clear and crisp, and her manners were impeccable, yet she exuded an aloofness that kept her at arm's length.

The old man didn't speak, but simply raised his hand and wiped his face—

The skin and flesh undulated and reshaped like flowing water, wrinkles smoothed out, white hair turned blue, and the hunched back straightened.

In the blink of an eye, standing at the edge of the woods was a young man with a blue robe, his hair tied up, and clear, bright eyes.

Han Xiaomei's pupils dilated slightly, then her eyes lit up: "Brother Li!"

She ran over to him, looked Li Feiyu up and down, her face beaming with undisguised joy: "I knew you were alright!"

Huanglongji is not far from Qingniu Town, and news of the Fang family's massacre and the murder of the Seven Mysteries Sect disciples had already spread.

Uncle Han, having heard rumors in town, returned with the news with great anxiety. Han's parents sighed repeatedly, lamenting the wickedness of the world and how such a fine young man had been lost.

But Han Xiaomei didn't believe it.

She couldn't articulate any profound truths, but she was certain in her heart that Brother Li was no ordinary person. He knew so many strange and wonderful principles, could teach her to read, and could pass on such mysterious martial arts techniques to her—how could he possibly die quietly in a martial arts conflict?

So she practiced diligently. She would get up at dawn every day and repeatedly study each move; she would not rest until late at night, trying to sense the elusive "qi".

She vaguely felt that as long as she became more useful, Brother Li would eventually come back.

Now, he has indeed returned.

"I'm fine." Li Feiyu smiled, his gaze sweeping over her, and nodded slightly. "Good progress, your energy is already faintly merging with heaven and earth."

The most important thing about "The Nuwa's Heaven-Mending Technique" is a solid foundation and an understanding of creation. Han Xiaomei's natural compatibility with it was even better than he had expected.

The two sat down on a rock by the stream, and Han Xiaomei recounted her experiences of cultivation over the past few months. The warmth in her lower abdomen, specifically the sea of ​​qi, became increasingly noticeable. Occasionally, when meditating, she could vaguely "see" certain points of light flickering within her body, but when she tried to grasp them, they vanished without a trace.

"Especially in the last ten days or so," she gestured to the location of her liver, "sometimes it throbs slightly here, like something is about to wake up."

Li Feiyu was slightly surprised.

Han Li had no clue how to achieve enlightenment, but Han Xiaomei had already vaguely grasped the basics? Her talent... might be even better than he had judged.

However, he also knew in his heart that...

Without the pressure of life and death or special opportunities, relying solely on persistent effort, it can take anywhere from one or two years to truly "open one's eyes" from "having a vague feeling" to "opening one's eyes."

The cultivation of the Dharma in this lifetime is so cruel. Foundation building and accumulating Qi may not be difficult, but opening the mind is the first real chasm.

In the real world, simply opening one's mind is not so bad; even with few talents, one can open two or four apertures over several decades. However, simply opening one's mind is useless. Opening one's mind and refining one's inner world does not increase lifespan. Only by stepping into the outer realm can one begin to glimpse the secrets of longevity and extend one's lifespan.

Martial artists in the Enlightenment stage in the mortal realm must race against time to accelerate their progress because the overall environment is unsuitable.

This "environment" has nothing to do with the density of spiritual energy in heaven and earth, but rather with the discontinuity in the social structure.

The martial arts level of the various countries is too low, far from providing effective training for awakened martial artists; while the immortal sects are excessively strong. Although awakened martial artists are not entirely powerless, they are at a disadvantage in every confrontation due to the huge difference in their methods and systems.

In short, the mortal realm simply lacks the suitable environment for martial artists in the Qi Opening stage to hone their skills.

Therefore, regardless of whether the inner workings are flawed, the only option is to take the shortcut.

After a moment of contemplation, Li Feiyu took out the pale gold Tiancong Pill from his bosom.

"This medicine is called 'Tiancong Pill,' which can help martial artists sense acupoints and open the Heavenly Gate." He handed over the pill, "Since you have already sensed something, taking this medicine should allow you to succeed in one fell swoop."

Han Xiaomei took the pill; it was warm to the touch and had a refreshing medicinal fragrance.

She looked up at Li Feiyu, her eyes filled with trust and no hesitation: "Do you submit now?"

"Um."

Han Xiaomei sat down cross-legged as instructed and put the pill into her mouth.

The medicinal effects dissipated, a refreshing coolness rushing to her mind and then spreading throughout her body. Unlike the sharp, penetrating sensation Han Li experienced when taking the medicine, Han Xiaomei felt a warm, lingering vitality—

It was as if spring thunder had awakened the dormant seeds, and the drizzle had moistened the parched soil.

She "saw" it.

It wasn't with the eyes, but with some deeper perception. Within the body, those once flickering, elusive points of light now shone as clearly as stars.

They do not exist in isolation, but are interconnected, subtly forming a vibrant picture: the liver wood generates, the heart fire warms, the spleen earth nourishes, the lung metal purifies, and the kidney water nourishes... The qi of the five organs circulates repeatedly, just like the natural cycle of the four seasons.

And the first to respond to this vitality were the depths of the eyes.

The eyes are the orifice of the liver; when liver qi is vigorous, vitality is at its peak.

With her eyes closed, Han Xiaomei seemed to be able to "see" the patterns of every ripple in the stream, to "see" the flow of sap in the veins of the leaves, and to "see" the faint trembling of seeds sprouting deep in the soil.

Vibrant life is everywhere.

She guided this gentle energy, slowly tapping towards the two points of light that were already poised to emerge—

hum.

A silent tremor emanated from within my body.

His eyes suddenly became clear.

When Han Xiaomei opened her eyes, the world seemed different to her.

It's not just clearer, but more "vivid"—she can see the pale green breath of plants breathing, the ripples of life created by fish swimming in the stream, and even her own body radiating a faint, vibrant, and warm glow.

"Brother Li..." she murmured, her eyes filled with surprise.

"It's done." Li Feiyu nodded, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

The process of enlightenment was so smooth and the vitality so vigorous, which shows that the "Nuwa Mending the Sky Technique" was highly compatible with her.

The minor imperfections caused by the elixirs are almost negligible under the natural harmonization of this cultivation method.

……

After the initial joy, Han Xiaomei suddenly remembered something and looked at Li Feiyu somewhat embarrassedly.

"Brother Li, I... can I ask you for a favor?"

"explain."

"When I was little, my parents and brothers all called me Little Sister." Her voice softened. "I used to feel close to them, but now... I can read, I've gone to school, and I know the world is vast. The name 'Little Sister' just doesn't feel like a proper name."

She looked up, her eyes filled with expectation: "Brother Li, you know so much, could you help me choose a name?"

Li Feiyu was slightly taken aback, then understood.

The girl has grown up. With broader horizons, her aspirations have naturally risen.

She is no longer the farm girl who could only herd cattle and gather pig feed in the mountain stream, but a martial artist who has embarked on the path of cultivation and knocked on the door to immortality.

It's time to have a proper name.

He pondered for a moment.

"Han Yunshu, how is it?" Li Feiyu said slowly, "'Yun' means free and lofty, and can be rolled up and down at will; 'Shu' means a calm state of mind and a smooth road ahead. Clouds roll and unroll, free and at ease."

Han Xiaomei read it twice softly, her eyes shining even brighter.

"Han Yunshu... Yunshu..." She smiled, her eyes crinkling, "I like it! From now on, my name will be Han Yunshu!"

The little girl who runs around with steamed buns!