Chapter 48: The Joy of Raising a Disciple

Meng Yingxing had originally been worried that the meal would be too much and go to waste.
But thanks to a certain cat’s massive appetite, the portion turned out to be just right for him alone.

After finishing the meal, Meng Yingxing jumped in front of Xiu Qingcheng, his expression earnest.

“Master, I’ve finished eating. We can start now.”

Meng Yingxing was still stuck on the scenario he had imagined, thinking Xiu Qingcheng would surely put him through some devil training after the meal.

Completely unaware of the scenario Meng Yingxing had concocted in his head, Xiu Qingcheng naturally responded to his words with a: “Huh?”

“Start what?”

Xiu Qingcheng was baffled.

“Didn’t you let me eat and drink my fill so that I could train better today?”

Meng Yingxing said it without the slightest hesitation, as if Xiu Qingcheng had really said such a thing.

“You’re overthinking it!”

Xiu Qingcheng rolled her eyes.
The Ting Tian Sword flew out and expertly tapped Meng Yingxing on the head.

“At this stage, more training won’t be of much use.”

Xiu Qingcheng said, circling around Meng Yingxing.

“It’s better to get some proper rest. However… I can review yesterday’s battle between you and Mò Kǎimíng.”

“It’s no exaggeration to call that kid a genius. Besides his spiritual energy, many of his sword techniques are executed with great skill.”

Seeing his master mention Mò Kǎimíng with a hint of approval again, Meng Yingxing felt a little awkward.

But in order to achieve the best results later on, Meng Yingxing still sat down in front of Xiu Qingcheng to listen to her lesson.

‘Little Xiu’s Swordsman Classroom is now in session! Is your child always falling off their sword? They’re probably just a noob, more practice will fix it!’

The first thing Xiu Qingcheng explained to Meng Yingxing was Mò Kǎimíng’s sword control technique, which used spiritual energy as a medium.

“A sword control technique like that guy’s, which uses spiritual energy to form the shape of a sword, requires a very high level of control over spiritual energy.”

“However, a simple sword control technique might not be difficult; you should be able to master it quickly. Then you’ll be able to fly freely in the skies of the Jintian Nine Prefectures and travel a thousand li a day!”

A tour of the Nine Prefectures? She was all for it!

As Xiu Qingcheng mentioned the sword control technique, Meng Yingxing fell into deep thought.

Sword control technique… the most common application Meng Yingxing had seen was people stepping on their swords to fly.

If he were to use the sword control technique… wouldn’t that mean he’d have to step on his master’s body?

Meng Yingxing immediately pictured himself stepping on his master…

The image was too beautiful to dwell on.

Suddenly, he felt that this sword control technique was somewhat disrespectful to his immortal master.

Xiu Qingcheng didn’t care what Meng Yingxing was thinking at the moment and continued on her own.

“Because our time was limited before and your foundation was a bit weak, disciple, I only taught you the basics. Later, when we have time, I’ll start teaching you how to use your spiritual energy more effectively.”

“For now, our battle strategy is simple: we don’t need anything fancy. You and I will strike together. With enough strength, a brick can fly. We’ll break the enemy with pure sword techniques!”

Having said that, Xiu Qingcheng noticed Meng Yingxing was a bit distracted and tapped his head again.

“Foolish disciple, did you hear me?”

Meng Yingxing accepted the admonishment, immediately sitting up straight and listening to Xiu Qingcheng’s lecture with his full attention.

“I’m listening!”

Meng Yingxing’s voice was firm.

If his master’s words were not worth listening to, then what in this world was?

Next, Xiu Qingcheng gave a detailed explanation of Mò Kǎimíng’s various sword techniques and spiritual arts, also making a horizontal comparison with Meng Yingxing’s various shortcomings.

If it weren’t for the sudden power-up that temporarily boosted Meng Yingxing’s strength, he would have certainly lost against Mò Kǎimíng.

This little lesson, Meng Yingxing listened very attentively.

After Xiu Qingcheng had more or less finished, she suddenly remembered something.

She raised her sword tip, abruptly hooked Meng Yingxing’s collar, and pulled him towards her.

“You brat, do you know what you did wrong yesterday?”

Meng Yingxing hadn’t expected that in the middle of a lesson, his master would suddenly call him to account.

But he himself didn’t know what he had done wrong.

“Master, please tell me…”

The young man’s face was filled with unease.

“You should give everything your all, but you must also know your limits.”

Xiu Qingcheng let go of Meng Yingxing’s collar and spoke close to his face.

“Yesterday, you didn’t have to clash head-on with Mò Kǎimíng. Look how injured you got! You were even sent to Wuyun Peak!”

“And when I checked your spiritual energy last night, it was extremely chaotic and violent. I guess it was mostly related to that spiritual energy that suddenly returned to you.”

‘Checked my spiritual energy…’

For some reason, Meng Yingxing remembered that in that chaotic dream last night, he seemed to have dreamed of someone checking his spiritual energy.

That person was…?

Xiu Qingcheng continued to call Meng Yingxing to account:
“Chaotic spiritual energy is a very dangerous thing. If I hadn’t discovered it in time, your spiritual meridians could have been damaged, and then your spiritual energy would have dropped again!”

“So, did you hear me? In future battles, act within your capabilities! If you’re this reckless again, I’ll flatten your head!”

“Making it into the top sixteen counts as a victory!”

As a sect with an elite system, the top sixteen in the Divine Weapon Trial would earn the official qualification to be a disciple of the Tianfeng Sect.

So Xiu Qingcheng’s requirement for Meng Yingxing was simple: the top sixteen.

Meng Yingxing nodded, indicating to Xiu Qingcheng that he had taken her words to heart.

“I understand, Master.”

“Master… are you worried about me?”

Meng Yingxing asked cautiously, a hint of happiness in his heart.

Xiu Qingcheng, naturally, couldn’t give him a direct answer to that question, so she turned her sword body away.

“Just a little bit, maybe. It’s mainly for my own sake! If something were to happen to you, I’d have to go back to the Divine Weapon Pavilion!”

“Master!”

Meng Yingxing suddenly called out to Xiu Qingcheng very loudly.

“Why are you shouting so loud!”

Xiu Qingcheng’s sword body turned slightly, moving closer to Meng Yingxing, waiting for what he would say next.

Meng Yingxing looked at the Ting Tian Sword hovering in front of him, his gaze firm, and said with a solemn oath:
“In the future, I will definitely become stronger than Mò Kǎimíng.”

“Strong enough to defeat him easily and honorably!”

Just now, when Meng Yingxing was listening to Xiu Qingcheng talk about Mò Kǎimíng’s sword techniques, he had listened very attentively and benefited greatly in many areas.

But in a corner of his heart, he felt unreconciled.
Unreconciled to the fact that his master’s words were now filled with nothing but Mò Kǎimíng.

Even if much of it was true and his master was doing it for his own good.

But he hoped that one day in the future, his master’s words would only be about him.

He would keep moving forward.

It was because he felt unreconciled that he had to keep moving forward.

Just as he had said before, he would become a worthy master of the Ting Tian Sword.

By becoming a worthy Sword Master, he would have the chance to journey with his master, to leave and return together.

After hearing Meng Yingxing’s words, which sounded like some kind of oath, Xiu Qingcheng was silent for a moment.

Then she burst out laughing.

“Of course I believe you can, you foolish disciple.”

“You are my disciple, after all. I will definitely train you well!”

“When that time comes, forget Mò Kǎimíng! Everyone will fall beneath our sword!”

Making her disciple the strongest—isn’t that the whole joy of raising one