After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master-Chapter 21 - First Battle

Chapter 21: First Battle

“It’s really good.”

“The jasmine tree was carefully chosen by me as the most suitable for making tea. The spiritual soil was dug from the Valley of a Thousand Flowers, watered daily with spirit spring water, and I even drew a spirit gathering formation around it. Every month, I place fifty spirit stones on it to ensure that each petal is nourished with spiritual energy. The method of roasting the tea is an exclusive secret of Senior Brother Jiang Huai.”

Jiang Huai rarely showed off a little.

“Senior Brother Jiang Huai is so impressive.”

“It’s nothing much, just a way to make our master happy.”

Jiang Huai waved his hand dismissively, looking at Wen Wanwan’s bright eyes in front of him, feeling that no matter what he said, Wen Wanwan would praise him as impressive, which made his boasting feel somewhat unfulfilling.

Suddenly, the courtyard became very quiet.

Jiang Huai was pouring tea for Wen Wanwan, who held the teacup obediently, bringing it to her delicate lips. There seemed to be a hint of unease in her eyes.

“You seem very nervous,” Jiang Huai pointed out.

“Do I?”

Wen Wanwan’s legs were tightly pressed together under her robe, her hands seemingly restless.

Jiang Huai couldn’t help but laugh, “What’s there to be nervous about? I’m not going to eat you.”

Wen Wanwan was silent for a moment before muttering softly,

“Wanwan is a bit scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Scared that Senior Brother Jiang Huai… will think I’m a frivolous woman.”

“Why would you say that?” Jiang Huai was puzzled.

“Wanwan… just now, suddenly… hugged Senior Brother Jiang Huai…”

“Ha, what’s there to worry about? It’s good for one’s mood to hug others occasionally.”

Jiang Huai smiled nonchalantly, winking at her, “And it’s not like I’m at a loss.”

“Senior Brother Jiang Huai… you’re not angry?”

“What’s there to be angry about?” Jiang Huai became even more bemused.

“Besides, who would think someone is frivolous just from a hug? But speaking of which, men are creatures cheap to the bone. They want to see a woman pure and chaste, yet they also hope she’s enchanting and seductive in front of them.”

“Then… what kind of woman does Senior Brother Jiang Huai prefer?”

“Me? I like the pretty ones.”

“There are so many pretty women. Does Senior Brother Jiang Huai like every one he sees?”

“It seems so, doesn’t it?” Jiang Huai took a sip of tea.

“But if I were to consider a partner for cultivation, I’d prefer someone gentle and sensible.”

“Do you like Luo Qingyu, Senior Brother Jiang Huai?”

“That girl is quite obedient, just a bit childish. I hope she can mature a little more.”

Jiang Huai was actually quite looking forward to becoming cultivation partners with Luo Qingyu. If only she could be a bit more sensible and love herself a little more.

Jiang Huai looked at Wen Wanwan, who seemed lost in thought, and waved his hand in front of her, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just suddenly thought… has Senior Brother Jiang Huai considered taking concubines in the future?”

Jiang Huai immediately shook his head.

“How could I?”

“I see…”

Wen Wanwan nodded lightly, taking another small sip of tea.

Luo Qingyu is the only daughter of the Qingxuan Sect’s sect master, with a noble identity and exceptional talent. She has been surrounded by a halo since birth, and together with the former Jiang Huai, they would be considered a perfect match made in heaven.

A perfect match... Wen Wanwan muttered to herself.

“Has Senior Brother Jiang Huai already thought of a way to restore cultivation?”

Wen Wanwan asked softly, looking at Jiang Huai.

“There is a way, but it takes time. With good luck, it might be within half a year; with bad luck, it could take eight to ten years. To be honest, I’ve never cared that much. My cultivation wasn’t for the sake of becoming an immortal. I just happened to be brought into the sect. So I casually cultivate and pass the days. I think it’s quite nice to eat and chat in the courtyard with someone I like every day, to walk around and sightsee when I’m in a good mood. I don’t seek immortality.”

“Senior Brother Jiang Huai is so carefree.”

“It’s just that I lack ambition.”

Jiang Huai took out a box of pastries and placed them on the table. Wen Wanwan tried one and her eyes quickly turned into stars.

Jiang Huai and she chatted in the courtyard for a long time until the tea in his pot became bland and tasteless, and the pastries on the table were all eaten. When Jiang Huai left, he left behind a box of peach blossom cakes for Wen Wanwan’s sister to try when she woke up. Then he stood up, ready to leave.

Wen Wanwan couldn’t find the words to ask him to stay, so she could only see him to the courtyard gate and watch him disappear into the distance before she suddenly remembered that she had even forgotten to ask when Senior Brother Jiang Huai would come again.

But it seemed that she and Jiang Huai didn’t have much to do with each other in the first place.

Wen Wanwan returned to her room, removed her clothes to prepare for a bath, and suddenly realized that her injuries had completely healed, not even a scar was left, her skin was as smooth as before.

Her fingertips gently touched her skin, and she suddenly felt an indescribable self-reproach.

If only the injuries had healed slower...

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The inner sect competition, the second day.

Today was still the elimination round of the competition, the weather was bright and clear, and Luo Qingyu wore another white palace dress, the hem not too long, just reaching her knees. She and Jiang Huai sat in the same seats as yesterday, and after a while, she began to feel sleepy. Jiang Huai let her lie on his lap until it was his turn to compete at noon. He gently woke Luo Qingyu in his arms, and she sat up.

Jiang Huai stood up, climbed the steps with his bare hands.

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Most disciples entered the arena on flying swords, but he was the only one leisurely climbing the steps, which made the scene particularly interesting. This time his opponent was an inner sect disciple ranked fourteenth, a musician who had easily won against Wen Wanwan in a previous match.

“Does Senior Brother Jiang Huai want to concede first?”

The female disciple opposite him had a gentle demeanor, and there was no hint of mockery in her words, probably out of consideration for Jiang Huai’s health. But Jiang Huai waved his hand,

“No need this time, Junior Sister should be careful.”

Although the woman in front of him seemed to be one or two years older than him, if it came to seniority, he could indeed call all disciples in the sect Junior Brother or Junior Sister.

“Alright.”

The female disciple took the jade flute pinned in her hair, brought it to her lips, and began to play the first tune.

Spiritual energy swords materialized around her, dancing with the melody, while Jiang Huai stood still, not moving an inch. He didn’t even have a sword in his hand, just standing there bare-handed on the platform, making the female disciple hesitate, unsure whether to attack.

“Make your move,” Jiang Huai said softly.

The woman responded to Jiang Huai with the following melody. As the tune changed, the flute sounded slightly more urgent, and the materialized spiritual energy swords flew towards Jiang Huai, six swords stabbing at him from different angles. Jiang Huai still stood in place, not even dodging.

Many disciples below closed their eyes in panic, seemingly foreseeing the next second when the spiritual swords would pierce Jiang Huai’s body, turning him into a porcupine. But moments later, the exclamations from below were ones of shock.

When they opened their eyes, what they saw was the six spiritual swords stopped in front of Jiang Huai.

Jiang Huai looked at the spiritual swords that couldn’t advance an inch further and couldn’t help but quietly lament that he had once wanted to be a musician because it was really cool. Unfortunately, to master music to the extreme required too much time and was too agonizing, and he didn’t have the patience.

But he knew a bit about the principles of musicians, infusing the power of the soul into the melody, which then drove the spiritual energy to form swords. Essentially, it was still the method of flying swords. His cultivation was wasted, but his soul power hadn’t regressed at all.

So, with just a thought, those spiritual swords all stopped.

Jiang Huai reached out and grabbed the blades of the swords floating in mid-air, turning them around one by one. Looking at the astonished Junior Sister opposite him, he moved his lips slightly and emitted a sound from his throat that also contained the power of the soul.

“Go.”

And so, those spiritual swords flew back in an instant.

Although the Junior Sister was surprised, she immediately changed the melody, trying to regain control of her spiritual swords. However, even though they were materialized with her spiritual energy, her swords seemed to have completely lost their connection with her!

But in the next moment, she also began to form new spiritual swords, clashing with the ones flying towards her. As the swords touched, sparks of spiritual energy scattered.

Compared to the Junior Sister’s serious expression, Jiang Huai stood there with interest, slightly moving his fingers, controlling the trajectory of the spiritual swords, and easily shattering the Junior Sister’s newly formed swords. The blades were unstoppable, finally stopping in front of the Junior Sister’s eyelashes. The Junior Sister instinctively closed her eyes, and when she opened them, seeing the spiritual sword floating in front of her, she suddenly realized she had lost.

“Senior Brother Jiang Huai… how did you do it?”

“Huh?”

“My spiritual swords… why were they controlled by Senior Brother Jiang Huai?”

“Because your soul power is weak, the soul imprint you placed was erased, so your materialized spiritual swords became ownerless.”

“But speaking of which, I personally suggest you don’t need to create so many spiritual swords. It’s flashy, but because you have to divide too much soul power to control them, it’s easy for others to take advantage. It’s better to combine them into one and execute sword techniques, which is just as effective.”

As Jiang Huai said this, the spiritual swords floating in mid-air merged into one, and the sword left the Junior Sister’s side, swinging on its own in the air. The disciples below gradually recognized the trajectory of the spiritual sword.

It was the Tianxuan Thirteen Swords.

Jiang Huai controlled the spiritual sword with his soul power, swinging it until the twelfth sword of the Tianxuan Thirteen Swords, feeling slightly dizzy, he stopped demonstrating for her. Looking at the Junior Sister’s stunned eyes, he asked softly, “What do you think?”

“I had thought about it before, but… my soul power isn’t strong enough to control such delicate changes.”

“You’re practicing the wrong technique. Here is a copy of the ‘Pure Arcane Contemplation Manual’. Study it and return it to me when you’re done.”

Jiang Huai pulled out an ancient tome from his storage ring and handed it to the Junior Sister in front of him.

The Junior Sister was stunned for a long time before looking up.

“Is this… a method for cultivating the soul?”

“I found it in a secret realm inheritance a while back. I’ve already practiced it. You can borrow it, but remember to return it.”

The Junior Sister’s hands trembled as she clutched the ancient tome. Jiang Huai scratched his head, looked at her, and said,

“So… can Junior Sister admit defeat now?”

“I… admit defeat, I am completely convinced by Jiang Huai Senior Brother.”

“Then take your time with the ‘Pure Arcane Contemplation Manual’. It’s pretty useful.”

“Thank you, Jiang Huai Senior Brother. Linglong is eternally grateful…”

“Ah, it’s nothing.”

Jiang Huai waved his hand and stepped down from the stage.