Chapter 60 - Perhaps She Really Can Become a Sword Master
Shua, shua, shua…
These past few days, it had been a continuous, fine drizzle.
The clear, shallow sunlight was broken into pieces, scattered into the unending curtain of rain.
Only by the sound of the raindrops landing could one glimpse a little warmth.
Liu Miao trotted into the flower shop to take shelter, shaking off the raindrops that had landed on her head.
What bad luck, for it to start raining halfway through her walk.
However, what came with the rain was spring.
Thinking of this point, Liu Miao became a little happy again.
It had already been two days since she had displayed the results of her learning in front of Boss Hua.
That day, she had remembered the words of that Elder Sister Su Huanhuan and had not revealed the existence of High Immortal Luo He.
Although it was still a bit strange why Boss Hua had such a big reaction to this... she also hadn't given Liu Miao much chance to ask.
Almost as soon as she shook her head and claimed not to know, she had directly picked up a broken sword and walked towards the back mountain.
Liu Miao was somewhat worried about this.
Boss Hua's skills, she had witnessed them.
Very formidable.
She was a little worried that Boss Hua wouldn't really try to exterminate High Immortal Luo He to defend the Dao... Uh, wait, High Immortal Luo He also seemed very formidable.
Perhaps the result would be the other way around.
But, these two were both people Liu Miao cared a lot about; could they please not fight?
And they were both such amazing sword experts... Isn't that a common plot in storybooks? The story of two great masters of the jianghu being enemies to each other, but sharing a mutual admiration as kindred spirits and finally turning from enemies to friends...
Liu Miao squatted at the doorway, gazing at the misty, rain-wreathed sky, propping up her head, and thinking about this and that desultorily.
But suddenly, she saw a blurry human figure walking from the end of the street.
That figure was holding an umbrella, its footsteps carrying a certain wondrous, illusory feeling.
As the figure gradually approached, Liu Miao saw he was wearing a cyan-white long robe.
Oh, so it wasn't a human figure, but a ghostly figure.
Liu Miao immediately stood up and cautiously looked around... Very good, no one.
So she immediately rushed into the curtain of rain, running towards that figure.
"High Immortal Luo He!"
...
"Boss Hua? I did not encounter her."
Luo He held his umbrella, looking at the young girl beside him, and denied having seen the name she mentioned.
The surface of the A'Jiao Umbrella was large enough to allow two people to not have to be exposed to the soft rain.
Of course, Luo He wasn't afraid of the rain; what he was afraid of was the sunlight beneath the dark clouds.
As for what Liu Miao said about Boss Hua running off to the back mountain... he had been helping Su Huanhuan deal with her last few chronic hidden injuries these past two days; frankly, he really hadn't paid attention to the situation in the bamboo forest.
However, he reckoned she probably went to thank Su Huanhuan as well; that he hadn't run into her could be considered a good thing, saving him the trouble.
"I see..."
Liu Miao let out a slight sigh of relief.
That was good then; it seemed the scene of exterminating demons to defend the Dao that she was worried about had not occurred.
If Boss Hua and High Immortal Luo He, two great masters, were to fight...
"......"
Thinking of sad things, Liu Miao decided not to think about it anymore.
Better to shift her attention. Eh, High Immortal Luo He's umbrella is really pretty.
Uh…
Liu Miao met Luo He's gaze.
Discovering Liu Miao was looking at him, Luo He smiled.
"What's wrong?"
But the person under the umbrella seemed even better looking.
Liu Miao retracted her gaze, immediately poking her fingers and staring at the tips of her toes, asking in a small voice:
"High Immortal Luo He... why did you come into Xianfeng City today?"
"You don't need to call me High Immortal; just calling me by my name is fine."
"Then... Master Luo He?"
"I haven't taught you anything either."
"Mr. Luo He?"
"Just Mr. Luo will do."
In the past, he was either directly called by his name or called stupid fox, damn fox, little mute by a certain woman... indeed, not a single one was pleasing to the ear.
Mr. Luo was not bad.
Luo He nodded his head.
"I came today to bid you farewell. Su Huanhuan and I will be leaving this place soon. I was originally a little worried I wouldn't be able to find you; now it seems we are quite fated."
"Mm-hm!"
Liu Miao really liked the idea of being fated.
Because fate was a very powerful thing; being fated was equivalent to having something very powerful.
Then this was a good thing, ah!
"Although in essence I haven't taught you anything, I can still be considered the guide who led you onto the path of cultivation, so I thought I should at least come and tell you when I was leaving."
"Perhaps in the future, there will still be a time when we meet again somewhere in the world. At that time, we can recount old stories together and laughingly talk about today."
"Mm..."
It sounded like a very beautiful scene.
However, Liu Miao keenly sensed a trace of sadness.
Mr. Luo was a very formidable cultivator, and she herself…
Would they have the chance to meet again somewhere and laughingly talk about today?
Speaking of which…
Liu Miao mustered her courage.
"Mr. Luo."
Liu Miao suddenly stepped out from under the umbrella and stood before Luo He.
She looked left and right, fetched an iron shovel from a deserted farmhouse at the side, broke off the shovelhead, and held the bare wooden stick in her hand.
"I, I have a move that imitates your sword... I, I want to show you."
Using an imitated move in front of the person she was imitating made Liu Miao very nervous.
But Luo He soothed her with his calm gaze and nodded at her.
"Alright."
Although he didn't know what Liu Miao had managed to imitate, Luo He would not crush her courage and confidence.
No matter what she wanted to show him, he would...
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The dancing spiritual energy was seen to vaporize the raindrops.
The moment Liu Miao's "sword" strike landed, it actually dried the ground around her for a moment.
This represented that her degree of control over retracting and releasing spiritual energy had not yet reached the point where he could control it freely.
But conversely, it could also reflect the high quality and density of the spiritual energy currently within her body…
Simply put, it was far beyond what the Qi Refining stage could compare to.
And the way she struck with the "sword" was distinctly different from the dazed and adorably blank impression her outward appearance and actions gave…
Her sword was quiet, restrained, cold, and carried a strong personal color of Luo He.
This left Luo He himself somewhat dumbfounded.
"Hoo..."
Liu Miao looked at the wooden stick in her hand, looked at the shovelhead over there, thought for a moment, and still put the wooden stick down, walking back under Luo He's umbrella.
Seeing Luo He not react for a long time, she thought her performance had been poor and shrunk her neck back.
"Um, Mr. Luo..."
"...Where did you learn this method of controlling spiritual energy?"
"Um... I'm not very clear either. I just, I figured it could be done like this, and then I was able to do it."
"Alright..."
Luo He lightly placed a finger on Liu Miao's forehead.
The strange look on his face deepened a few degrees more.
"When did you achieve Foundation Establishment?"
"Stewed chicken? What stewed chicken?"
"It's the feeling of your originally ethereal spiritual energy overflowing and settling in all parts of your body."
"Oh... maybe two days ago."
"Hiss..."
You kid...
Although at that time he had left the spiritual energy refined during her meridian opening inside Liu Miao's body, which was equivalent to exempting her from the process of accumulating spiritual energy during the Qi Refining stage.
But, it had only been a few days.
You just established your foundation so effortlessly?
This kind of talent...
"Mr. Luo, Foundation Establishment, is it very formidable?"
Liu Miao tugged at Luo He's non-existent sleeve corner.
"Foundation Establishment by itself isn't formidable, but for you, it's very formidable."
"Oh..."
Then it seems it's still not formidable enough.
"...Liu Shuishui."
"Hmm?"
"If you have the chance in the future, you can go north, to the Central Plains. There's a very formidable sect there called the Tianchen Sword Sect."
"There, perhaps you'll become a very formidable cultivator. Of course, if you want to be free and unrestrained, that's also fine."
"Mm."
In any case, Liu Miao noted it down for now.
But right now, compared to that still somewhat ethereal Tianchen Sword Sect, Liu Miao had another matter of her own that was more important.
She rummaged through her small pocket... Mm, several pieces of broken silver, enough, more than enough.
"Mr. Luo... before you leave, can you accompany me somewhere? It's just in the city, it won't take much time."
"Let's go.”