Meng Yixuan stayed awake until the crack of dawn doing some active cultivation. He missed Baobao, who was like a battery that would let him sleep and cultivate passively, ahhh what blissful times those were. He mused, as if it wasn’t literally a week ago.
When the sun began to rise, he left his room and began to climb the mountain to the peak, where his new master resided.
He was just a few minutes into his walk when he found a stick that was about the same length as his blade and he picked it up, switching it from hand to hand to see how he felt about the weight of it.
It was much lighter than his sword, and the shape was just all wrong! He decided to pull his actual sword out instead, disappointed with the stick.
He actually hadn’t touched it since he left the comatose, according to Baobao, and he wondered how it looked now!
The swords they’d used to fly back were actually all sect-loaned mid-grade spiritual weapons, that were the lowest grade of a weapon for it to levitate. In fact, even top-grade magic weapons technically could also do so, but it needed a lot more qi and even more control, definitely not possible for these low level cultivators.
Meng Yixuan summoned the more fancy sword from his crystal and strapped it to his side; he’d kept it there while flying back to avoid a clash of sword qi between the two blades.
The original sheath looked exactly the same, a pretty blue that, coincidentally, matched the colour of Baobao’s eyes, decorated with silver-grey engravings that represented spring, with a very prosperous nature motif.
He pulled the sword out of its sheath with practiced precision, only really lacking any physical experience.
The blade slid out cleanly, not quite the same sword it used to be. This time around, the sword emitted a soft, warm glow. It felt almost healing, in fact. The same feeling that Xiao Guang gave– </3
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Just as he was about to mourn the death/ disappearance of his friend, he felt a gentle caress against his palm. He knew that the sword was using sword qi to soothe him, and he felt touched at the thought.
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With his mood uplifted, he took a moment to analyse the new form of the sword.
The blade itself had sharpened, so much so that he couldn’t see a bluntness to it even after directing a large amount of his qi into his eyes.
The colour had also changed, to an ever so slightly lighter silver. The sheath felt a lot more comfortable in his hand as well, as if this normal, basic sword given randomly so many years ago, owned by many before him, was made just for him.
He decided to test it out by performing some basic movements.
He mimicked the first step of the peak’s method over and over and over as he continued his hike upwards. One slash, two slash, thrust. Again. And again. And again.
Finally, he arrived at the top perfectly on time.
Yao Qinghuan had watched him as he climbed, and watched as he continued the same 3 moves hundreds of thousands of times while climbing to the peak.
And, when he arrived at the top, Yao Qinghuan also stood there waiting to welcome him. “Ah, you’re here. I thought you wouldn’t come at all.”
“Of course not! How could I treat your honourable self so badly, Shizun?” Meng Yixuan fawned.
Yao Qinghuan bit the inside of his cheek to stop the grin from making its way to his face. Ah, this disciple of his must continue to call him Shizun for life, haha!
After all, the ancients always taught that “a teacher for a day was a father for a lifetime” and if he didn’t abuse that chance to finally treat the other as his son, then he wasn’t the Swinging Sword Peak’s Yao Qinghuan!
He led Meng Yixuan into his courtyard, watching amusedly as the other looked around vigorously in awe. Of course, this didn’t surprise him at all. The other had had the exact same reaction when he first came over ten years ago.
Some things really never change, he grinned.
The courtyard was like something out of a book with its large willows, fairytale-like streams and stepping stones that resembled diamonds. One really had nothing bad to say about it.
Meng Yixuan’s reaction was completely understandable.
Yao Qinghuan smiled softly to himself before grunting out a “hurry up, I’ll be one foot in the grave before we arrive at this rate.”
Meng Yixuan turned to him and hopped along like an obedient puppy, “yes Shizun!”
It took the better half of a half hour to get the entire courtyard before they arrived at a little house–not really much of a pavilion at all–that looked more like a humble cottage.
Yao Qinghuan opened the door and beckoned him inside.
Seated on a bamboo chair beside a table was another person, with canvas-white robes and beautiful dark hair, who held his cup so beautifully one could easily mistake him for deity.
Seeing that Meng Yixuan looked quizzically at Gao Ling for a split second, Yao Qinghuan took it upon himself to coolly (nervously) explain.
“He’s my Shidi, your Shizhang. He’s here to bear witness to our discipleship.” He just knew that Ling’Er would murder him if he admitted that the other’s sole reason for being the witness was so he could see Meng Yixuan.
Gao Ling nodded awkwardly before throwing his shixiong under the bus, “it’s also because4 he’s too anxious to do it alon—” Yao Qinghuan all but teleported to his side and slapped his hand over the other’s mouth to silence him.
Yao Qinghuan coughed lightly, “anyways, shall we proceed?”
Yao Qinghuan took a seat to Gao Ling’s left and waited for Meng Yixuan to approach him, readying the parts of the ceremony.
“In fact, I don’t care much for courtesy, just preparing the tea will do.” Yao Qinghuan played it off cool, as if he wasn’t looking forward to this more than his disciple probably was.
And Gao Ling directly voiced said thoughts out loud, “Huan-ge stop tryna look cool like you weren’t the person counting the seconds until he arrived.”
“Oh hush!” Yao Qinghuan hissed, glaring lightly at the other.
“Shouldn’t have kept me up then, huh?” And he almost burst into chuckles at the look of utter exasperation on the other’s face.
Meng Yixuan was very amused at the interactions going on in the background as he infused some qi into the tea, after having boiled his spiritual water with his qi as well.
Then, he bowed before his new Shizun and offered the tea. Yao Qinghuan took the tea graciously and took a sip, instantly feeling the positive effects of it and he almost chugged it down.
Gao Long swept it from his hand before he looked uncool in front of his disciple, drinking the rest down for him with a smug smirk, sending a wink at Meng Yixuan.
Yao Qinghuan began to complain pettily, how could Ling’Er just steal the tea his son— disciple! made for him, what cruelty! He pouted hugely, completely discarding his Shizun baggage to beg the other to make another cup.
That was sweet
heh~ isn’t it~?
this is too cute! more of dad and pop interactions, please!
thanks for the chapter <3
yessir, but only for lil bit~ 🤭
thankyuu for readin~ 💕
ahhh so cute~
Thank you for the sugar and chapter! XDD
much soff
thankyuu for readin~ 💕
Really big son/student complex XD
yes there is and it will continue, dw ;P