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Gao Tongcheng’s spirits instantly lifted, and he quickly asked, "Junior Sister Xiaoyuan, you know my master?" "If I didn't know your master, why would I be looking for you?" Xiaoyuan pouted, then scoffed, "Oh, right, you don't know yet—Zhanran is your master." "Really?" Gao Tongcheng was overjoyed beyond measure.

Xiaoyuan shot him a sidelong glance. "What's this 'really' or 'not really'? Why would I lie to you?" Gao Tongcheng felt his soul take flight; that one look from her was infinitely captivating, soul-snatching, and he could barely resist.

He hastily lowered his head, daring not to look again, though his face had flushed crimson.

Xiaoyuan pursed her lips and chuckled softly. "You little fellow, you’re quite thin-skinned, not at all like your master." Gao Tongcheng, blushing deeply, asked, "Has Master returned?" "Mmm, he’s back.

Come with me." Xiaoyuan nodded.

He followed Xiaoyuan upward, continuing to ascend until they turned left into a small courtyard.

Xiaoyuan knocked the door knocker once, then pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Gao Tongcheng followed her in and saw his Master sitting leisurely in a small pavilion, clad in a pure moon-white monk's robe, with several women seated beside him. "Tongcheng, come here." Li Muzhan beckoned with a smile.

Gao Tongcheng felt that the Master before him was the absolute opposite of his memory.

Before, he was fierce and unyielding; now, he exuded a casual elegance, his entire bearing transformed as if he were an entirely different person.

Xiaoyuan clapped a hand over her mouth, giggling, "Zhanran, your disciple is a bit slow on the uptake, isn't he?" Gao Tongcheng’s face immediately burned red.

He felt awkward, unable to place his hands or feet.

Everywhere he looked were women of breathtaking beauty; his eyes had nowhere to settle, and he didn't know what to do.

Li Muzhan laughed. "Xiaoyuan, mind your tongue a little." Xiaoyuan tittered. "Zhanran, if your disciple is this shy, how will he ever navigate the martial world? No, no, that won't do." Li Muzhan chuckled. "Give him time.

Once his martial arts improve, his confidence will naturally follow, and he won't be like this.

Besides, each of you possesses such radiant beauty that it’s no wonder Tongcheng blushes." "Hehehe…" Xiaoyuan couldn't help but give a coquettish laugh upon hearing him praise her beauty.

Li Muzhan gestured again. "Tongcheng, come sit down." Gao Tongcheng dared not look at the assembled ladies and sat across from his Master in the pavilion.

Li Muzhan smiled. "Tongcheng, how have you been lately? ...Hmm, you've made good progress.

It seems you haven't been slacking; you've been diligent in your practice." Gao Tongcheng asked, "Master, are you truly Zhanran?" Li Muzhan laughed. "Yes, my original Dharma name was Zhanran.

When I served in the army, I changed it to Mingkong.

A Dharma name is merely ephemeral; there's no need for such surprise." Gao Tongcheng was thrilled inside; the legend everyone spoke of was none other than his Master.

Li Muzhan smiled. "Tongcheng, you don't recognize any of these people, do you?" Gao Tongcheng looked up.

He recognized the Eldest Senior Sister seated beside his Master, and Senior Sister Mei on the other side.

He knew Senior Sister Gong next to Mei, and, naturally, he recognized Junior Sister Xiaoyuan.

Li Muzhan introduced them with a smile. "This is Eldest Martial Uncle, Martial Uncle Mei, Martial Aunt Gong, and Martial Aunt Xiaoyuan." Gao Tongcheng gave a wry smile; his generation had just been lowered.

He quickly rose to pay his respects in turn: "Eldest Martial Uncle, Martial Uncle Mei, Martial Aunt Gong, Martial Aunt Xiaoyuan." Xiaoyuan giggled. "Zhanran, I'm already a Martial Aunt? Time truly makes people old, doesn't it?" Li Muzhan was amused.

He often used that line himself, but hearing Xiaoyuan parrot it back in this context seemed strangely funny, lacking the expected weight of seniority.

Gao Tongcheng sat dutifully opposite them, observing his Master surrounded by such beauties.

He felt a secret envy mixed with deep reverence.

Truly worthy of being his Master; nearly all the unparalleled beauties of Mount Canghai were gathered at his side. "Senior Sister, after I leave, I entrust Tongcheng to you," Li Muzhan turned and said with a smile to Wen Yinyue.

Wen Yinyue replied calmly, "He's here; no one will bully him." "His aptitude is decent.

Senior Sister, please instruct him in the arts for me," Li Muzhan requested. "Mmm," Wen Yinyue nodded faintly.

Li Muzhan turned back to Gao Tongcheng. "Tongcheng, how is your mother?" "Yes, Mother is well," Gao Tongcheng confirmed.

This was not mere politeness.

Since arriving at Mount Canghai, Madam Gao had become much more cheerful.

With leisure time, she often busied herself with needlework or taught the various women the art of flower arrangement and embroidery, earning great respect from everyone.

Li Muzhan stated, "I will be leaving again in a couple of days.

After I depart, you will practice with the Eldest Senior Sister and pass the three outer trials first." "Yes, Master," Gao Tongcheng quickly nodded.

The Master's legend was known throughout Mount Canghai—passing the three trials in a single day was unprecedented and likely would never be repeated.

As his disciple, he could not allow his Master's reputation to dim. "As for my identity, do not speak of it to others," Li Muzhan added.

Gao Tongcheng agreed again, then asked, "Master, are you engaged in dangerous work?" Li Muzhan laughed. "Nothing dangerous, precisely.

It's just that as a member of the martial world, I cannot officially join the military.

If my identity were discovered, it would cause considerable trouble." "I see," Gao Tongcheng realized with sudden understanding.

Mei Ruolan studied him, nodding slightly. "Zhanran, you have found a good disciple." Li Muzhan smiled. "He's acceptable, Senior Sister Mei.

I hope to rely on your guidance in the future." Mei Ruolan smiled, her expression bright as fresh snow. "Looking at him, he seems simple on the surface but sly underneath; he doesn't seem like someone who would suffer a loss.

You can rest assured." Gao Tongcheng scratched his head, which only emphasized his honest appearance, yet he was inwardly struck by the formidable nature of this Martial Uncle Mei.

Li Muzhan nodded with a smile. "Mmm, I certainly hope so.

...Sometimes the cleverest are undone by their own cleverness.

I only hope he can understand that." Mei Ruolan chuckled lightly. "If you, the master, are so clever, then don't begrudge your disciple for being clever too." Li Muzhan exchanged a few more words with him, then waved his hand, dismissing him.

Only Wen Yinyue and the other women remained in the courtyard.

Li Muzhan said, "Eldest Senior Sister, I have refined a set of the Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing Scripture and wish to pass it on to everyone.

However, I lack the time to dedicate to each person individually, so I must trouble you, Eldest Senior Sister." Wen Yinyue frowned slightly. "The Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing Scripture?" Li Muzhan explained, "While in the army, I had time to restore the Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing Scripture.

The results are excellent; it vastly multiplies inner power.

If everyone can master it, it will greatly benefit our Mount Canghai." "Master has approved?" Wen Yinyue inquired.

Li Muzhan confirmed, "He has approved it.

I will pass it to you, Eldest Senior Sister, and then you will teach the others." "If Master has commanded it, I shall naturally obey," Wen Yinyue nodded.

Li Muzhan added, "However, to practice the Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing Scripture, one must first disperse their internal energy." Wen Yinyue furrowed her brow and glared at him in confusion.

Li Muzhan then explained the fundamental differences between military martial arts and the cultivation methods of Mount Canghai, clarifying that the Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing Scripture was fundamentally military martial art.

Wen Yinyue pondered for a moment, then nodded, learning the Energy Dispersion Incantation Li Muzhan taught her.

Mei Ruolan and the other two women excused themselves after a brief exchange, leaving to make final preparations; they were soon departing Mount Canghai to return to Dragon City with Li Muzhan.

Only Li Muzhan and Wen Yinyue were left in the small courtyard.

Wen Yinyue sat cross-legged on the ta couch inside Li Muzhan's room, her breath even, her skin finely delicate and pure white, her bright eyes like gems, faintly resembling the jade statue in the Boundless Hall.

Having dispersed her inner power, her skin became even more lustrous, like warm jade, and her bright eyes grew darker and more brilliant, making her look even more like the jade figure in the Boundless Hall.

Li Muzhan vaguely understood that this was due to the Subtle Lotus Scripture she practiced.

It seemed the Divine Art of Canghai held profound mysteries; that single flash of Canghai Divine Finger energy he'd witnessed must have been catalyzed by the Subtle Lotus Scripture.

However, as she dispersed the Subtle Lotus Scripture, the power of Li Muzhan’s Mind-Reading ability manifested.

He could now sense the fluctuations in her inner lake of consciousness, which was no longer the previous blank slate, impenetrable to probing.

Li Muzhan sat across from her, gazing into her bright eyes, and suddenly asked with a smile, "Senior Sister, do you perhaps hold feelings for me?" Wen Yinyue remained expressionless, casting him a brief, indifferent glance. "What nonsense are you spouting?" He perceived no ripple in her inner consciousness, utterly still.

He was instantly crestfallen; it seemed he had failed to stir the Eldest Senior Sister's heart.

Li Muzhan quickly became serious, smiling. "Eldest Senior Sister, I was just joking.

How do you feel now? Can you begin practicing the Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing Scripture immediately?" "Mmm, let's begin," Wen Yinyue slowly got off the couch, pulled on her boots, showing no outward signs of fatigue.

The two proceeded to the training ground in the center of the flower beds in the courtyard and began practicing the Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing Scripture.

Li Muzhan instructed, "Senior Sister, the fundamental difference between military martial arts and the arts of Mount Canghai is that in the former, the mind and spirit are irrelevant; the focus is entirely on the movements." Wen Yinyue’s bright eyes, like polished gems, shone as she stared at him, though her expression remained placid.

Li Muzhan smiled. "We will go through the forms slowly, one by one.

With your aptitude, Senior Sister, mastering it should not be difficult." With that, he assumed a posture, and Wen Yinyue followed his lead.

Li Muzhan helped adjust her form, and during these corrections, contact was unavoidable—shoulders brushing, ears close together.

Wen Yinyue remained focused and detached, utterly unmoved, her entire spirit concentrated on the physical motion, devoid of extraneous thoughts.

A faint, subtle fragrance wafted into Li Muzhan’s nose, like holding soft, warm jade against him—a sensation truly difficult to describe.

Fortunately, his self-control was profound.

While savoring the moment, he concentrated fiercely on ensuring she learned the form as quickly as possible; he had no inclination to take advantage of the proximity.

This first layer of the mental art was simple, yet it proved difficult for Wen Yinyue.

This was her first exposure to military martial arts, and she found the movements awkward and unnatural, her whole body feeling stiff.

The movements Li Muzhan had created all served the flow of internal energy; considerations like aesthetic appeal, smoothness, or coordination were secondary.

But Li Muzhan's standards were absolute; every minute detail of the movement had to meet exact specifications, or they had to start over.

Even someone as quick-witted as Wen Yinyue only fully grasped it by evening.

Li Muzhan felt fine; his spirit and body were robust.

Wen Yinyue, however, was somewhat drained.

Having dispersed her power, she had reverted to the fragile, delicate state of a woman.

Li Muzhan retrieved a porcelain vial from his robe, produced a Core Stabilization Pill, and made her swallow it.

Then she was to rest briefly and immediately continue practicing; it had to be mastered properly.

Not only did she need to master it herself, but she also had to teach it to others, so there could be no carelessness.

Wen Yinyue maintained her calm demeanor throughout.

Even when panting heavily with exhaustion, after a short rest, she would grit her teeth and force herself to continue, grinding her molars in frustration.

Li Muzhan, through his Mind-Reading ability, knew her thoughts and let out a silent, wry smile.