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Chapter 13: I've Mastered It
Chapter 13: I’ve Mastered It
Li Qingchen was silent for a moment before he carefully handed a weathered book to Su Changqing.
"I don’t have a book specifically for curing wind chills, but this should be of some help to you."
"Remember, this book is hard to come by. You must not share it with anyone, not even a fraction of its contents."
Seeing Li Qingchen’s serious expression, Su Changqing curiously accepted the book.
The Heavenly Physician’s Marvelous Scroll
"Master, is this book very valuable?" Su Changqing asked.
"Valuable?"
Li Qingchen smiled. If Su Changqing weren’t his disciple, he would never have passed on this book.
This book was said to have been written by the legendary Heavenly Physician, the only one to achieve enlightenment through medical arts.
The book contains countless records of both minor and major illnesses, not just for ordinary people but even for cultivators.
Stagnant cultivation? Cultivation heart demons? Ineffective techniques? Chaotic spirit energy? And more.
This book is less a medical text and more a comprehensive treasure trove of cultivation challenges.
Its profound and intricate contents, ranging from rare elixirs to common herbs, and an endless array of cases, are enough for a lifetime of study.
Even Li Qingchen, after obtaining the book, never attempted to cultivate from it, as he lacked the mental fortitude.
Studying Confucianism alone was enough to occupy his entire life. If he were to also study the Heavenly Physician’s arts, he would likely achieve neither great heights nor significant progress in either.
Thus, the book had remained in his possession for a long time, only to be flipped through during his leisure time.
He decided to pass it on to Su Changqing due to the latter’s terrifying insight.
While he couldn’t master both Confucianism and medicine, Su Changqing could, and might even bring the Heavenly Physician’s arts back to prominence!
If it were a simple transaction, he would never have passed down such a precious book. But since Su Changqing was his disciple, there was no need for such worries.
The stronger his disciple became, the more honor it would bring to him as a master, wouldn’t it?
"You don’t need to ask too many questions. Just remember, not even your father should read this."
"Go."
Su Changqing nodded, solemnly placing the book in his chest. He bowed to Li Qingchen and then left the room.
"For the teacher to value this so highly, the Heavenly Physician’s Marvelous Scroll must be extraordinary."
"Perhaps it was a gift from a court physician? Yes, that’s very likely!"
Su Changqing pondered, his excitement growing.
However, after leaving the bookshop, he didn’t rush home to study the medical scroll immediately.
Instead, he found a secluded forest and took out the sword technique he had practiced the previous day.
The Heavenly Physician’s Marvelous Scroll might be precious, but for Su Changqing, the allure of sword techniques was the greatest.
"Whoosh"
Su Changqing held a straight wooden stick, his eyes slightly closed, and the image of the sword practitioner reappeared in his mind.
He moved his body, and the wooden stick in his hand became a sharp sword, thrusting and stabbing with fluid grace.
The sound of a stream rippling through the air, and the withered leaves danced with the wind.
Gradually, the stream’s sound grew more urgent and powerful, like waves crashing against a dike.
Finally, the myriad streams converged, producing a thunderous roar.
Boom!
Leaves fell from the sky, and a tree as thick as an arm snapped with a resounding crack.
However, Su Changqing seemed to be completely immersed, not stopping at all but moving even faster.
The stream’s murmur and the waves’ roar filled the air, as if the entire world had plunged into a storm, with the gathered leaves swirling like waves in all directions.
Su Changqing’s understanding grew deeper, his movements in harmony with the sword, his mind connected to the heavens and earth.
"Slash!"
Suddenly, Su Changqing let out a low shout, and the wooden stick in his hand, like a massive wave, crashed down towards the ground.
Crack!
A sharp cracking sound echoed, and the wooden stick, unable to withstand the pressure, shattered.
As the wooden stick shattered, a phantom-like mark, resembling a wave, appeared in the heavens and spontaneously landed on Su Changqing’s crown, then imprinted itself within him.
"This is...?"
Su Changqing was taken aback, touching his forehead, which felt empty, feeling at a loss.
Practicing the sword technique resulted in something else. What’s going on?
After closing his eyes to sense the new presence, Su Changqing opened his eyes, filled with wonder.
"A Life-Bound Secret Technique?"
"When a technique is perfected, the heavens acknowledge it and bestow a special mark, making the technique even more powerful."
Su Changqing was pleasantly surprised. He hadn’t expected that a fragmented manual could still lead to a Life-Bound Secret Technique.
"That makes sense. Even though it’s just a technique, it’s a complete entity."
"Although it lacks the deeper principles, making it imperfect, the sword technique itself is already perfect."
Su Changqing shook his head in regret.
A Life-Bound Secret Technique is very strong, but it’s still incomplete and mundane.
However, on second thought, this sword technique was just for fun and a way to satisfy his curiosity. Having this unexpected gain was a pleasant surprise.
"It’s getting late; I should head back."
Glancing at the sky, Su Changqing quickly tidied up and made his way back to Greenhill Village.
...
In Greenhill Village, at the Su Wenlin household.
"Father, I’m going out."
Erniu called out and hurriedly ran towards the village entrance.
"Brat, have you condensed your Wave Sword into a Life-Bound Mark yet?"
"I’m telling you! If you don’t break through to the Fourth Realm within a month, I’ll flay your skin off!"
Su Wenlin’s angry shout made Erniu shrink his neck and run even faster.
"Condense a Life-Bound Mark in a month? Are you kidding me? You know how hard that is."
"Without finding a teacher for me, just making me practice on my own, there’s no way I can break through that quickly."
Muttering to himself, Erniu jogged out of the village.
Right now, nothing mattered more to him than poetry.
Yesterday, he had boldly promised Qingqiu that he would have a poem ready within three days.
If he couldn’t do it, he wouldn’t have the face to see her.
"Where is Young Master? Did he go off to practice his sword again?"
"Ah, I should have never given it to him. What can he achieve with that broken thing? Just a waste of time."
Sitting at the village entrance, Erniu chewed on a blade of grass, idly gazing at the sky.
He sat there for a long time, and as the sun began to set and the sky darkened, he finally saw the familiar figure approaching from the distant path.
"Hey, Changqing, what took you so long to get back!"
Erniu jumped up, running over to Su Changqing with a smile.
"I was delayed on the way. Were you waiting for me, Erniu Brother?" Su Changqing asked with a light laugh.
"I’ve been waiting for a while. Didn’t you go off to practice your sword again?"
Erniu glanced around and whispered, "Don’t practice that thing anymore. You won’t succeed. Focus on your studies. If your father finds out, we’ll both be in trouble."
Erniu was grateful that the head of the household had forbidden the use of divine senses to randomly scan the area. After all, many couples in Greenhill Village had come together, and seeing something they shouldn’t would be very awkward.
If Erniu could use his divine sense, Su Changqing’s sword practice would have been exposed long ago.
"Erniu Brother, that manual is real," Su Changqing said seriously, looking at Erniu.
"I know it’s real, but it’s incomplete, so you can’t succeed!"
Seeing Su Changqing’s stubborn expression, Erniu sighed in exasperation.
"Can’t succeed?"
Su Changqing was taken aback. "I succeeded."
(End of Chapter)
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