Fairy, help me cultivate.

“But…” Ling Hong became worried again, “If I don’t get anything new tomorrow, will I be unable to move closer to becoming a sword immortal?”

Chen Yao glanced at Ling Hong's cunning eyes, gently tapped her forehead, and Ling Hong exaggeratedly said "Oh," deliberately tilting her head back.

"If you practice breathing exercises for one hour today, you will gain an extra hour of internal energy tomorrow."

Ling Hong thought for a moment, then shook her head: "No, tonight I'll let my older brother hold me while I sleep, and tomorrow I'll be pampered by him for one more night than I am today!"

Chen Yao didn't know what to say to the child, so she could only tap her forehead.

"listen."

Ling Hong didn't know what her older brother wanted her to listen to, but she still obediently pricked up her ears to listen.

There was the sound of wind rustling through the leaves, the roar of a mountain spring waterfall in the distance, the soft rustling of small animals brushing against branches and the gentle stomping of pebbles as they ran...

"The sounds of heaven and earth, and all their sounds, have their own reasons."

Chen Yao sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, speaking softly as his breathing gradually became longer.

Ling Hong stared at Chen Yao with wide eyes, thinking to herself, "Big brother, you're criticizing me, but he falls asleep quickly when he meditates too."

But no matter what, with her older brother by her side, she felt exceptionally safe and secure, and everything seemed so wonderful.

So, clumsily prying open his two little feet, he barely managed to get into a five-point-up-the-sky posture, and like Chen Yao, facing the green trees and mountains outside the cliff, he shook his head and sat down to meditate.

Time flows by with each breath.

Dozens of miles away, by a stream, a young girl and a woman were squatting by the water, eating dry food while drinking the water.

The girl was thin and had a pretty face, but her slightly curved nose added a touch of sinister malice.

Her eyebrows were short and her gaze was sharp.

"Mother, could he really be some kind of sword immortal?"

The woman glanced at her: "Have you forgotten how the Hidden Sword Immortal died? His body is still in the town. So many people saw that this young man barely made a move, and the Golden Bell and Dark Clouds that the Hidden Sword Immortal relied on to roam the hundreds of miles were completely ineffective."

"I've walked over a hundred miles and observed him for a long time, but I still can't figure out what kind of sword immortal he is. At most, he's just a conman who tricked Xiao Linghong!"

As she spoke, the girl slapped the bank of the stream, causing a splash of water to rise up, and several fish were swept up and floated into the air.

"I can do that trick too!"

She said proudly.

The woman sighed and gestured for him to stop.

The stream water immediately receded back to the surface, and the fish, freed, swam happily downstream.

"I'm warning you, don't provoke him when you meet him. Otherwise, I can't save you."

The girl snorted, "I don't need your help."

The woman curled her lip: "You've only traveled a hundred miles on the road of martial arts, and you're already talking so arrogantly? If you really manage to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage, will you look down on all the immortals in the world?"

The girl ignored her mother's mockery with a cold expression.

The woman sighed, "Alas, it's all because your dead father passed away so early. He left us, a widow and an orphan, to work under the Hidden Sword Immortal. Luckily, the Hidden Sword Immortal is a eunuch, without children, which is why he dotes on you so much and sincerely wants to pass on his mantle to you. It has also fostered your arrogant and ignorant nature."

The girl washed her hands, got up, and started walking.

"Where are you going?"

"Pee!"

The woman ignored her and was about to wash her hands when her ear twitched. She moved with the speed of a rabbit and a falcon, arriving beside the girl who had just pulled down half of her pants and grabbing them.

The girl, embarrassed and flustered, exclaimed, "You're interfering with my peeing too?!"

As she spoke, the woman grabbed the girl's belt and shot straight toward the cliff where Chen Yao was.

"Stop talking nonsense, someone's here."

Chen Yao had just opened his eyes when Ling Hong's little head started nodding, already half asleep from meditation.

Chen Yao did not wake Ling Hong, but looked at the cliff edge in front of him, his pupils slightly contracted.

There squatted a man in a straw raincoat and bamboo hat, with a bamboo scabbard hanging from his waist, but no sword, his back to them.

If Chen Yao hadn't casually glanced over, he wouldn't have noticed this person.

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't detect this person's approach, so how terrifying must this person's realm be?

"The breath is long, but it is too narrow."

The man suddenly spoke.

Chen Yao saw the clouds and mist outside the cliff suddenly resemble a surging river, rolling up a long wave that rushed towards the man.

Then, the man exhaled sharply, and the long wave returned, breaking through the clouds for thousands of miles.

"Hahaha!"

As soon as the man laughed, countless birds were shaken to the ground.

He turned around, his hand resting on the scabbard, his fingers lightly lifting the edge of his straw hat, his features handsome and his smile kind.

"See? The breath not only needs to be long, but also thick, that's what makes it powerful!"

Chen Yao's gaze swept across the woman's face before focusing on the two bulging mounds on her chest.

How can a woman say such things to a stranger?

"Who is your Excellency?"

The woman's voice was somewhat hoarse and magnetic, so it was difficult to tell whether it was hers or hers at first listen.

"My surname is Bai, and my given name is Piao."

"..."

Chapter 215 My Name is Freeloader

"My name is Bai Piao (meaning 'freeloader'), and although I am a woman, I will freeload off all the slutty and shameless women in the world."

The woman in the straw hat and raincoat raised an eyebrow at Chen Yao.

A chill ran down Chen Yao's spine.

Behind him, a woman and a young girl who had arrived looked at him with disgust as he tried to get something for free.

When the freeloader realized that no one was reacting to his cool remark, his movements froze for a moment.

"Sword cultivator?"

Chen Yao glanced at her swordless scabbard.

Bai Piao raised his chin: "I disdain using a sword."

The girl scoffed, "Who sneezed and then a torrential downpour started?"

The woman pressed down on her daughter's shoulder and whispered, "This man's spirit is concealed; his mere presence is so profound that no one can take advantage of him. We must not act rashly."

After her mother confirmed it, the girl was not afraid or shy at all; on the contrary, her eyes burned with passion.

Noticing her gaze, the freeloader grinned and said, "Miss, do you also want me to patronize you once?"

"Bastard!"

The girl blushed to her ears, and "Qiangdu" drew his longsword, like an inverted Milky Way, aiming straight for Bai Piao's neck.

In a flash, both the freeloader and the sword fell off the cliff.

???

That's it?

Just as Chen Yao was beginning to doubt whether he had misjudged or overestimated the person, the girl's sword was thrown up and landed with a clatter on the edge of the cliff, the blade stained with a trickle of blood.

From below the cliff came the still-shaken voice of the womanizer: "Girl, next time you're being shameless, can you at least make a sound? This could get you killed!"

"Consider yourself lucky!" the girl said coldly, beckoning as her longsword flew back into its sheath.

Bai Piao flipped himself down the cliff and landed back down, thinking himself dashing as he turned his straw hat around.

Chen Yao frowned: "Is there something you need? If not, I'll take my leave now."

Bai Piao glanced at Chen Yao and said, "You can leave now."

She paused for a moment before speaking again, pointing at the dazed Ling Hong: "She has to stay."

"She won't stay!"

Chen Yao didn't speak, but the woman spoke first.

The woman wore a long blue and white floral dress, had a plump figure, looked to be around thirty years old, and had a red mole at the corner of her mouth, making her very charming.

She first curtsied to Chen Yao, then stepped forward and stood beside him, looking at Bai Piao: "This child can only follow this young master."

Chen Yao was somewhat surprised: "And who are you, sir?"

The woman smiled and said, "I am Lu Dan, and that is my daughter, Lü Qing."

"Were you arrested along with Ling Hong?"

The woman smiled and replied, "To be precise, we are her guardians."

"So, we are enemies?"

Chen Yao turned slightly to face both Bai Piao and Lu Dan.

Lu Qingjian raised an eyebrow and gripped the sword hilt.

Lu Dan shook her head: "The Hidden Sword Immortal is dead, and my son and I are now free. The world is so vast, we don't know where to go. The other day, I happened to sense Xiao Linghong's aura and couldn't rest easy, so I followed you for a while."

"It's that simple?"

"We would like to travel with you to the island of Qiongya."

Lü Qing snorted. This decision was made by her mother, and she was unwilling to accept it.

Having one child is troublesome enough, let alone two. It's not as convenient as going out alone with your mother.

When the woman mentioned the Hainan Island, Bai Piao raised an eyebrow.

Chen Yao looked at Lü Qing and Lu Dan: "Who is the Hidden Sword Immortal?"