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Li Muzhan shook his head and chuckled, "If you won't come with me, find someone to marry, settle down, and live a quiet life.

Staying with me is bound to bring danger." "I am your person, how can I not follow you?" Xiuxiu insisted.

Li Muzhan smiled faintly. "When I first bought your freedom, it was partly out of pity for your background, and partly because you are clever and sweet.

Following me, you will suffer hardship." Xiuxiu lowered her head and whispered softly, "My parents are gone; I am utterly alone.

Now that I have you, Master, surely you won't cast me away?" She looked up at Li Muzhan, her bright eyes glistening, brimming with unshed tears.

Li Muzhan sighed and shook his head. "Xiuxiu, I walk the martial world.

My life hangs by a thread, liable to end at any moment.

Following me is truly unwise!" "I am willing," Xiuxiu said quietly.

Li Muzhan heard the firm obstinacy in her tone and sighed. "Very well.

Since you have chosen this path, you shall begin practicing martial arts starting today!" "Martial arts?" Xiuxiu's bright eyes shone, though tears still lingered. "Yes.

Being by my side without martial skill is dangerous.

However, cultivation is arduous; can a delicate woman like you endure it?" "I can!" Xiuxiu nodded vigorously. "Master, I have long envied those swordswomen who can fly about! I fear no amount of hardship!" She recalled her past desolation and helplessness, feeling an intense envy for those skilled martial artists.

If she had skills, how could she have been forced onto a desperate path, selling herself to the Hundred Flowers Boat?! Li Muzhan smiled and nodded.

Having endured life’s hardships, her spirit was far more resilient than that of ordinary gentlewomen—she was quite promising. "Then I shall impart the fundamental cultivation method to you today.

Begin your practice," Li Muzhan said with a smile. "Thank you, Master!" Xiuxiu nodded excitedly.

Li Muzhan corrected her, "Call me Young Master.

I am not that old." Xiuxiu looked at him with confusion.

Li Muzhan chuckled, "Go prepare a wooden tub; you'll need to bathe shortly." Xiuxiu assumed bathing and burning incense was a necessary ritual before receiving the martial arts secrets.

She agreed obediently, "Yes, Master...

Young Master!" Li Muzhan waved his hand. "Bring it into my room." "Yes, Young Master." Xiuxiu nodded and gracefully departed.

Though she appeared delicate and weak, she was a child of poverty.

She possessed considerable strength, but moving a large wooden tub was strenuous, though just manageable.

Afterward, she had two middle-aged maids, so such tasks would no longer require her personal effort.

A moment later, she returned to the small pavilion. "Young Master, it is ready." Li Muzhan nodded, rose, and walked out of the pavilion.

Xiuxiu followed behind as the two arrived at Li Muzhan's quarters.

———— A large wooden tub, big enough for several people, sat in the center of the room, emitting hot white vapor that warmed the air slightly.

Li Muzhan paid it no mind, sitting directly onto the couch.

He gestured opposite him. "Sit opposite me, cross-legged." Upon entering, Xiuxiu’s beautiful face flushed crimson.

She thought he had finally decided to claim her body and steeled herself, resolved to comply, as she was, after all, his.

Hearing the next words, however, she froze instantly.

Li Muzhan laughed, "Don't think illogically.

Sit like me!" Xiuxiu's face grew even redder, and she quickly lowered her head to sit on the couch.

Li Muzhan pressed against her back and said gently, "It will not be comfortable momentarily; you must endure it." "Yes," Xiuxiu replied in a low voice.

Li Muzhan began channeling his energy, injecting a flowing stream of inner force into her body, gently warming her core.

At first, she felt comfort, which then slowly transformed.

A tingling numbness gave way to swelling pain and tearing agony; her body felt as if it were first being ripped apart, then subjected to a thousand cuts.

She nearly passed out from the pain, but remembering her past helplessness, she clenched her jaw, remaining perfectly still, treating her body as if it belonged to someone else, observing with detached coldness.

Time crawled by; she felt as though decades had passed—an age of almost absolute despair.

Dazed and semi-conscious, only an iron will kept her from succumbing to unconsciousness.

Then, in a sudden flash, she snapped back to awareness.

The pain receded like a tide going out, replaced by a soothing numbness.

Her body felt as light as a feather, ready to be swept away by a breeze.

Li Muzhan’s voice sounded. "It is done, Xiuxiu.

Wash first, change your clothes, and then we will begin your training." "Yes, Young Master," Xiuxiu responded weakly, rising unsteadily.

Her clothes clung to her body, revealing alluring curves, strikingly tempting.

Li Muzhan seemed not to notice.

He rose from the couch, placed a hand on the wooden tub, and instantly, white steam billowed out, radiating intense heat.

He left the room, closing the door behind him, his footsteps gradually fading away.

Xiuxiu leaned against the tub as if paralyzed, trembling as she gripped the rim.

The water, which had grown cold, instantly became hot again when Li Muzhan pressed the tub; witnessing this magical feat of martial power fueled her fervor.

She glanced around.

Though Li Muzhan was not present, this was his room, and Xiuxiu felt a strange sense of awareness.

Blushing, she removed her silk robe and struggled to climb into the tub.

The hot water enveloped her, lightening her body and instantly reviving her spirits, seeming to restore some of her strength.

Sitting in the hot water, a set of cultivation verses suddenly flooded her mind, along with a vivid image: it was her own form, posed in a strange posture.

This person's body appeared transparent, and a single red line, originating in her mind, traveled along an unusual route, circulating ceaselessly back to her Dantian.

As soon as she saw this vision, her body involuntarily followed the mental depiction.

A warm glow flashed in her mind and then began to flow slowly through her body, tracing the exact route shown in her thoughts.

Unconsciously, she entered a state of deep meditation.

Time seemed to halt.

When she returned to herself, the water was still warm, but it felt as if a very long time had passed.

The water was pleasantly warm, and a ball of warmth, about the size of an egg, resided in her Dantian, circulating slowly, seemingly governing the flow of energy throughout her entire body.

This sensation was profoundly marvelous.

She felt utterly comfortable, light as air, yet possessed of boundless strength, as if she could punch a hole in the sky.

———— Li Muzhan's voice drifted from outside the window. "Xiuxiu, are you awake?" "Young Master!" Xiuxiu cried out in alarm, instinctively covering her chest, then realizing Li Muzhan was outside.

She quickly called out, "Young Master, I am done!" "Good.

Dress yourself.

Let's go for a walk." Li Muzhan said gently. "Yes, Young Master." Xiuxiu hurried to comply.

She looked up and froze, her face flushed as if drunk.

On the small low table outside the tub lay a set of goose-yellow silk robes.

She distinctly remembered placing a set of blue robes there before bathing.

She had initially assumed he intended to bathe and change, so she had laid out the blue ones, not anticipating that she would be the one changing—and now it was yellow.

She instantly understood someone had entered.

Could it have been the Young Master?! As she stood there blushing and shyly wondering, Li Muzhan's smiling voice reached her ears again. "Don't dawdle; it was me who entered." "Young—Master—!" Xiuxiu pouted coquettishly.

Li Muzhan laughed. "Rest assured.

I did not stare.

I'll wait for you in the rear garden!" The footsteps faded.

Silence returned to the room.

Blushing deeply, she slowly emerged and put on the yellow robes.

She felt completely transformed.

Pushing open the door, the clear, beautiful world struck her eyes; she had never noticed the world was so stunning.

She felt as though her entire being had been cleansed—not just her sight, but her heart, too, had been washed anew.

Everything felt fresh.

She gracefully proceeded to the rear garden where Li Muzhan sat in the small pavilion reading.

Seeing her approach, he set down his book and smiled, assessing her appearance.

She had never felt such shyness before; his gaze seemed to carry weight, pressing her body still so that she swayed slightly as she approached.

Li Muzhan chuckled warmly. "Not bad, not bad at all!" "Thank you, Young Master!" Xiuxiu curtsied gracefully.

This transformation she owed entirely to the man before her.

Though she was his now, she still wished to express her deep gratitude.

Li Muzhan waved his hand. "Enough.

Let's take a walk.

You’ve been cooped up in the courtyard for days; you must be bored!" "Young Master, I am fine," Xiuxiu replied. "I prefer staying home; I don't like going out." Li Muzhan smiled. "Then walk with me!" He knew she spoke the truth.

Having suffered greatly, she understood the world's treachery; nowhere felt safer than her own home.

The prosperity outside was only for the wealthy; it held little beauty for the common folk. "Yes," Xiuxiu obediently replied.

———— The two left the courtyard and slowly wandered through the bustling city of Jingzhou.

Jingzhou was vast and extremely prosperous, offering goods of every kind.

Different streets specialized in different wares—some sold ready-made clothing, others jade and jewelry, antiques and calligraphy, and countless kinds of street food.

They began by exploring the food stalls, sampling several snacks, and then, as they strolled, they gradually drifted into the antique district.

Li Muzhan, having leisure time, had avoided this area.

Though he had been in this world for some time, he didn't truly understand it and felt he needed to start learning from scratch.

In his original two worlds, he could appraise antiques perfectly; his eidetic memory, combined with extensive reading, had made him incredibly knowledgeable.

In this new world, however, he knew nothing.

Viewing antiques was like looking at junk; without knowledge, these artifacts were merely broken bricks and tiles.

Xiuxiu observed the small shops lining the street with curiosity.

Antiques were typically a pursuit for the wealthy, and when she used to walk the streets, she dared not even look inside such places.

The pair entered a small shop filled entirely with stones—all manner of stones, oddly shaped and variously colored: some blue, some green, some yellow, and some red, creating a lively display.

Li Muzhan glanced over them, recognizing none, yet he reached out to touch them.

The shop owner, a round elderly man, sat leisurely in a reclining chair, engrossed in a book, stroking his white beard as he observed.

Upon seeing them enter, he merely nodded, showing no particular warmth.

Li Muzhan nodded back and touched each stone in turn, finally pausing at one shimmering with emerald green.

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

After scrutinizing it for a moment, Li Muzhan found it strange.

He pointed to the palm-sized, smooth stone. "Old man, what kind of stone is this?" The elder rose slowly from his chair, put down his book, stroked his beard, and chuckled. "Heh heh, Young Master has sharp eyes.

This is Spirit Soul Jade." Li Muzhan smiled. "Spirit Soul Jade? I've never heard of it." The elder stroked his beard and chuckled again. "Heh heh, this Spirit Soul Jade is exceedingly rare.

Legend says it was formed from the blood of an ancient beast.

Ordinary people and beasts bleed red, right? But the blood of this ancient beast was green!" Li Muzhan chuckled and shook his head.

Although he didn't fully grasp this world, he had read enough to know of myths and legends concerning ancient beasts whose lifespans reached ten thousand years.

When their life reached such an age, their blood supposedly turned from red to green.

The elder stroked his beard and laughed. "Whether the Young Master believes it or not, I do.

This Spirit Soul Jade is very rare and very precious!" Li Muzhan looked at the elder with a faint smile. "Interesting, very interesting...

You came up with the name 'Spirit Soul Jade' yourself, didn't you, Old Man?" The elder’s hand paused mid-stroke on his beard, then he chuckled sheepishly. "You wound me with your insight, Young Master! Clearly, you are a connoisseur...

So, what do you think of the name I coined?" Li Muzhan laughed. "It's quite amusing.

I like it! ...

Based on this legend alone, I must buy this stone.

It will look wonderful placed in water!" "Precisely, precisely," the elder chuckled, entirely unabashed.

Li Muzhan did not understand antiques or stones, but with his Inner Sight, he instantly grasped the old man's true thoughts—the elder did not recognize this strange stone either.

———— Li Muzhan asked, "Old man, do you have any more of these stones?" The elder smiled. "Does the Young Master truly wish to purchase it?" Li Muzhan nodded. "It’s quite attractive.

If placed in water, it would tint the water a beautiful emerald green...

I plan to build a small spring feature and place it there...

Where did you acquire this stone, Elder?" The elder stroked his beard, smiling slyly. "Young Master, the price for this will not be low." Using his Inner Sight, Li Muzhan already knew the truth: the elder had found the stone by chance.

While exploring on a mountaintop, he had stumbled upon it on the very peak.

That mountain wasn't high, and this stone was the uppermost rock.

Stones surrounding it had been rounded smooth by wind and rain, but this one retained sharp edges.

Curiosity piqued, he had laborers move it down and then polished it like jade.

He found this green core stone inside, seemingly the essence of the larger rock.

Though he couldn't identify it, he sensed it was valuable.

He put it out hoping to fetch a high price, but alas, no one recognized it.

It had sat there for decades, his initial hope turning to disappointment.

Eventually, he gave up thinking about it and treated it as an ordinary stone.

However, because its color was green, which wasn't as favored as other hues, no one bought it.

Today, he finally met Li Muzhan, a true connoisseur.

The elder was thrilled—not necessarily about the price, but because something he had unearthed was finally acknowledged. "Old man, name your price!" Li Muzhan said cheerfully, taking the palm-sized green stone and rubbing it continuously.

The elder pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth, and held up one finger. "One hundred taels!" Li Muzhan smiled and held up one finger in return. "Ten taels!" The elder hastily shook his head repeatedly. "Impossible, impossible! Merely transporting it from the mountain to here cost more than ten taels!" Li Muzhan laughed. "The old man could display this stone for a hundred years and no one would buy it, right?...

Unlike those blood stones; those are the genuine Soul Stones." He pointed to some red stones nearby, marked with blood-red speckles that looked like splatters—a color considered auspicious and pleasing, unlike the green.

The elder winced with reluctance. "Eighty taels! I truly cannot go lower!" Li Muzhan smiled. "Fifty taels.

Old man, don't haggle further.

If you agree, I'll take it; if not, forget it!" "...Fine, it's yours!" The elder nodded gruffly.

———— Leaving the small shop, Xiuxiu held the stone, examining it left and right, a frown creasing her brow—she was unconvinced.

She couldn't see anything special about the green stone that would justify fifty taels.

When she sold herself to the Hundred Flowers Boat, she was worth only ten taels.

This piece of "broken rock" was worth five times her price? She asked doubtfully, "Young Master, is this stone really worth fifty taels?...

Could it be a treasure?" Li Muzhan smiled faintly and nodded. "It is a treasure." "What kind of treasure?" Xiuxiu instantly grew excited.

Li Muzhan laughed. "It's hard to explain right now.

You will know in time.

Let's go!" "Young Master isn't going to shop anymore?" Xiuxiu looked around with disappointment, clearly wishing to continue.

Finding a treasure while shopping gave her an unexpected sense of achievement.

She used to dislike shopping because she felt it was dangerous; as a lone, weak woman, anyone could threaten her.

Now, with Li Muzhan, she felt safe, as if hiding beneath a mighty tree that shielded her from everything.

With this sense of security and peace, browsing the streets became an enjoyment, as if the world had changed, filled with an ineffable beauty.

Li Muzhan smiled. "We'll wait until tomorrow.

We can continue exploring then!" "Alright!" Xiuxiu broke into a smile.

They returned home.

Li Muzhan took the emerald stone to the small pavilion and sat down, asking Xiuxiu to bring a basin of water.

He then placed the stone into the water.

Instantly, the water turned emerald green, resembling seawater—it was strikingly beautiful. "It's truly gorgeous!" Xiuxiu exclaimed from beside him.

Li Muzhan nodded. "Indeed, it is excellent! ...

When we have that spring dug over there, placing the stone in it will be even more beautiful!" "Yes," Xiuxiu nodded firmly.

Though the rear garden was lovely, it lacked a certain vitality.

She had always wanted to suggest to Li Muzhan that they introduce water features; flowers alone felt incomplete without flowing water.

Xiuxiu waited on Li Muzhan until everything was settled, then proceeded to the center of the flower bed, where a small training ground was situated.

She stepped onto the practice area, assumed the strange posture she had been shown, and began her cultivation.

The method Li Muzhan taught was not to be practiced seated, but through standing and walking movements—entirely different from conventional martial arts foundations.

It was a novel cultivation method he had devised by synthesizing numerous secret manuals.

Li Muzhan was confident this method surpassed any contemporary technique.

Since Xiuxiu was constantly by his side, he could let her practice boldly, ready to correct any issue instantly.

If necessary, he could simply make her start over.

For him, raising a master quickly through an energy infusion technique wasn't difficult; he simply preferred not to create a sensation.

As someone close to him, Xiuxiu was less of a concern.

Li Muzhan watched her enter the meditative state quickly and nodded gently.

Her rapid entry into stillness was due both to her pure heart and the profound nature of the technique, which integrated spiritual cultivation directly.

He turned the emerald stone over in his hand, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

This Spirit Soul Jade was indeed no ordinary stone; its value far surpassed that of jade, as it contained immense power.

Unfortunately, the world found it difficult to sense this power, let alone utilize it.

Li Muzhan, however, could harness this energy for setting up formations.

Formations in this world were useless because the surrounding Heaven and Earth vital energy was too sparse.

The foundation of any formation relies on borrowing this vital energy to weave the Cosmos; without energy, formations are mere decorations.

Jade could store vital energy, and Li Muzhan could infuse it into jade to construct a formation, but the stored energy was finite and would dissipate quickly.

Now, with the Spirit Soul Jade, things were different.