This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

After Wang Yangming left, Wang Jingshu was depressed for two days.

On the third day, she returned to her carefree self, running to the clinic early every morning and pestering her senior brothers and sisters to play whenever they weren't busy.

The gentle breeze and bright moon never refused her.

If Qingfeng and Mingyue really didn't have time, Wang Jingshu would obediently go into the courtyard of the new house and practice her sword under the ancient camphor tree.

They practiced the most basic sword moves: thrust, parry, and slash.

Such a life was peaceful and ordinary, so ordinary that it left almost no lasting memories.

So in this kind of pace of life, time always passes quietly, and before you know it, a long time has passed.

Until the day before the Dragon Boat Festival, a young man suddenly came to the clinic, not to see a doctor, but to deliver a message.

They were sent by Yang Haotian, the owner of Fuyang Manor.

The letter contained only one sentence: Half a month ago, a master from the Prince of Jin's residence left the capital.

Grandmaster, also known as a master of the sixth realm.

This level of expert is among the top in the entire Great Zhao Kingdom.

In the eyes of those in the martial arts world, he was almost like a god.

Li Daoxuan put away the letter and pondered to himself that the owner of Fuyang Manor seemed to be deliberately trying to befriend him.

Thinking deeper, perhaps Yang Haotian has another hidden plan.

After all, who among the martial arts masters would willingly be controlled by others?

Regardless of whether Yang Haotian intended to use him to confront Prince Jin head-on, Li Daoxuan at least accepted this act of goodwill.

Masters and experts should not be underestimated.

Based on his brief encounter with Yan Changfeng last time, Li Daoxuan could roughly deduce that, without using talismans, his strength was roughly equal to Yan Changfeng's.

Although the magical power formed by the fusion of essence, energy, and spirit is wondrous and a higher level of power than martial arts true energy, its explosive power and destructive power are not as pure as martial arts true energy. Therefore, Li Daoxuan does not have an advantage in fighting enemies by relying solely on magical power.

However, the true methods of cultivators are far beyond the imagination of martial arts masters. Talismans and spells are the power of heaven and earth, which cannot be compared with martial arts moves.

Therefore, Li Daoxuan was not worried about this so-called grandmaster and continued to do what he was supposed to do every day.

The only thing to be wary of is that the other party might target the people around him.

"Qingfeng and Mingyue are protected by Taoist magic, so they're alright, but Jing Shu..."

Li Daoxuan's only worry was Wang Jingshu.

This girl can't sit still. She's good at sword practice, but getting her into a meditative state to cultivate her inner energy is almost harder than climbing to heaven.

The nameless mental cultivation manual given to Wang Yangming was created by Li Daoxuan and Qingfeng based on the martial arts method of condensing blood and qi into true qi, combined with the Taoist technique of guiding and refining qi. The most crucial step in this manual is that one must possess the Taoist skill of entering a state of tranquility.

Then, by taking advantage of the clear and sharp state of mind during meditation, one can circulate one's Qi and blood like water dripping on stone, slowly condensing it into martial arts true Qi.

The martial arts true energy cultivated in this way is relatively peaceful and gentle, and can be controlled without going through the three stages of martial arts body tempering.

Moreover, it possesses the Taoist benefits of health preservation and longevity.

Although progress may be slow at first, the advantage lies in its long-lasting momentum. With years of practice, there will be a day when the accumulated knowledge and skills will finally be fully utilized.

Wang Yangming is calm and composed, so this mental cultivation method is most suitable for him.

However, Wang Jingshu was impulsive and couldn't even complete the first step of this mental cultivation method, so naturally she couldn't cultivate it.

Therefore, what Li Daoxuan needs to do now is to create a new martial arts technique based on Wang Jingshu's characteristics.

Therefore, whenever he had free time, Li Daoxuan would sit with Qingfeng and discuss things repeatedly.

Occasionally, the two would sit in the courtyard, staring intently as Wang Jingshu practiced her swordplay.

The little girl was quite happy at first, thinking that her master and senior brother cared about her.

But as time went on, being stared at so intently by the two men made him feel uncomfortable all over. His hand holding the longsword tightened, and his swordsmanship lost its former agility.

This went on for several days until Mingyue couldn't stand it any longer and stood directly in front of the two of them, saying:

"Master, senior brother, Jing Shu is still a young lady. It's not good for you to keep an eye on her like this every day."

Wang Jingshu stood holding her sword, a blush creeping across her face.

By the time she turned thirteen the following year, she already had a concept of the difference between men and women. If someone else were staring at her like that, she probably would have already rushed up and poked a few holes in them.

Li Daoxuan gave an awkward smile and quickly waved his hand, saying:

"It's Master's fault, he overlooked it..."

Qingfeng also chuckled awkwardly and said:

"We mainly didn't treat her like a girl, so we overlooked her..."

As soon as he uttered those words, Li Daoxuan realized something was amiss.

What do you mean by not treating someone like a girl? Can a girl accept such a thing?

Having witnessed countless fairies in his previous life, Li Daoxuan immediately stood up, pointed at Qingfeng, and said to Mingyue and Wang Jingshu:

"That's what your senior brother said, it has nothing to do with me..."

After saying that, Li Daoxuan disappeared in a flash, leaving Qingfeng, who was still unaware of how serious the situation was, standing there dumbfounded.

He scratched his head blankly, muttering to himself:

"I was the one who said it, so what?"

But he immediately realized something was wrong. He felt a chill run down his neck and up to the top of his head, as if a murderous gaze was staring at him from behind.

Qingfeng stiffly turned his head and saw Wang Jingshu's angry and gloomy face not far away. The hilt of her long sword was creaking in her hand, and her knuckles were white.

"Jing...Jing Shu...what's wrong with you?"

Mingyue sighed helplessly, stepped forward, patted Qingfeng on the shoulder, and said:

"Senior brother, if you can't speak properly, then don't speak..."

Then he actually went back inside.

Qingfeng finally sensed that the atmosphere was off, and quickly put on a fawning smile as he looked at Wang Jingshu and said:

"Junior sister...I...was I wrong?"

He still doesn't understand what he said that upset Wang Jingshu...

Wang Jingshu, carrying her sword, stepped forward, a hint of shame and indignation in her eyes, and said:

"Li Qingfeng, explain yourself! How...how am I not a girl?"

Seeing Wang Jingshu approaching with a sword, Qingfeng was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly, and could only force a smile and say:

"That's not what I meant... Don't be angry..."

Wang Jingshu ignored him completely, raised her longsword high, and shouted:

"You stinking Qingfeng, I'll kill you..."

Having said that, Wang Jingshu actually brought her long sword down.

Qingfeng had no choice but to dodge to the side, his longsword striking a cup on the coffee table, shattering the porcelain cup into pieces.

"Wow... Jing Shu, are you serious?"

Qingfeng dared not linger any longer and turned tail and ran.

"You stinky Qingfeng, stop right there..."

The breeze swept through the courtyard, and Wang Jingshu chased after it with her sword in hand. In an instant, the quiet courtyard was thrown into chaos.

Inside the room, Li Daoxuan and Mingyue, who were huddled around the bed watching this scene, chuckled and muttered to themselves:

"Straight men deserve it..."

Although Mingyue couldn't see clearly, she could sense the movement and couldn't help but tease him:

"No matter how high Senior Brother's Taoist skills are, he can't escape the fate of being hunted down by Jing Shu. It seems that Jing Shu's sword is even stronger. If she can cultivate, perhaps she can become a sword immortal in the future..."

This was just a joke, but a sudden flash of inspiration struck Li Daoxuan.

"A sword immortal? That doesn't seem impossible..."