Amongst Cultivators, I Stand Above All

Dong Xi received the sword manual with some excitement.

Now, I, Dong Xi, can be considered to have swordsmanship too!

Master Yijian was pleased to see the genuine joy on the little girl's face. Of course, he did not forget to put on a stern face and educate her, "Sword cultivators will be poorer than other cultivators. Can you ride the sword a thousand times a day?"

Dong Xi looked at Master Yijian in front of him and blinked her eyes. For a moment, she did not know what to say.

Daoist Yijian thought that Dong Xi was afraid of the hard work and wanted to shirk the responsibility. His face instantly darkened as he coldly said, "You can't do it? Why? If you're afraid of hardship and fatigue, then go back as soon as possible. Sword cultivation is not suitable for you!"

Perfected Yijian valued this girl's talent, but swordsmanship did not only require talent. Hard work was even more important.

When Dong Xi heard Master Yijian's words, she knew that Yijian had misunderstood him. She immediately cupped her fists and said, "Master, it's not that this disciple can't do it, it's just that I'm afraid."

Dong Xi paused, frowned, and continued, "I practice every day at dawn until the moon appears. I also take a short break in the middle, but I don't take long breaks. I think a thousand times should be enough."

Daoist Yijian almost could not suppress the smile on his face.

Not only was she talented, but she was also very diligent! She was simply the most outstanding person among the younger generation of the Ningtian Sect!

Master Yijian suppressed the excitement in his heart and said indifferently, "Very good. Don't become lazy just because you're talented. You're very good."

However, Master Yijian knew that he was extremely shocked.

She started practicing her swordsmanship at sunrise and rested at sunset. This was the first time Yijian had heard of someone practicing swordsmanship this way.

According to what the little girl said, it would be reasonable for her to have such a good basic sword technique.

"Don't you feel sore in your arms after practicing the sword like this every day?" Yijian asked.

As someone who had been through this, Yijian had researched a massage technique. Seeing that his little disciple was so hardworking, he was just about to impart it to Dong Xi.

However, he did not expect that the little girl in front of him would shake her head, and Dong Xi's ponytail would also sway.

"I have a wood spirit root," said Dong Xi. "If my arm feels sore, I'll be fine after spinning it a few times with wood spiritual Qi."

Master Yijian, "..."

Perfected Yijian was truly envious, but he was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Back when Daoist Yijian had just started practicing the sword, he had endured the pain in his arms with a single sword strike.

However, the blow was not over in an instant. Dong Xi looked at Daoist Yijian and said with a smile, "Master, a few days ago, I obtained a prescription for a medicinal bath. Not only can it relieve the soreness and fatigue of the body, but it can also replenish Qi and blood, achieving the effect of body tempering. Do you need it, Master?"

Daoist Yijian was a little surprised. At this moment, he could not care less about being embarrassed.

"Of course!" Master Yijian immediately replied.

With Master Yijian's cultivation level, he did not have any use for it. However, he had so many disciples under him who needed it!

Dong Xi was also a straightforward person. She immediately took out a piece of paper from her storage ring and started writing.

It was rare to see people bring paper with them when they went out, not to mention such ordinary paper.

However, Daoist Yijian furrowed his brows the moment he saw the two words.

"Why don't you let me write?" Yijian suggested.

He had finally discovered something that his little disciple was not very good at. It really was not easy!

Dong Xi knew that her handwriting was ugly. When she heard his master say this, she immediately handed the pen and paper to him without hesitation.

Daoist Yijian followed Dong Xi's every word.

As more and more medicinal herbs were collected, the smile on Yijian's face grew wider.

Everyone knew that sword cultivators were the poorest in the cultivation world.

If the body-tempering herbs were very expensive, how could a swordsman afford to use them? At that time, many swordsmen would still choose to endure it. Anyway, it was just sore, so it did not matter if they endured it. However, if they ran out of spirit stones, they would really be in trouble.

Daoist Yijian picked up the prescription he had written and said, "I'll have someone send this prescription to the hall of missions in a while. That way, the disciples of the Sword Sect will basically be able to see it when they're doing missions. They can also buy it on their own."

Dong Xi stood at the side and said, "Master, there are too many disciples in the sword sect. I have an idea. Why don't we dig two pools and divide them into men and women? We'll arrange for people to prepare the medicinal bath and send it over every day. This way, the Zhang family won't have to waste everyone's time because everyone is fighting for the medicinal herbs!"