roccoschili Chapter 476 Si Yao, you are very thoughtful. Take everyone to the spirit field to plant Soul Nourish
Chapter 476 Si Yao, you are very thoughtful. Take everyone to the spirit field to plant Soul Nourish
"Haha~"
Yun Che chuckled softly, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead with his fingertips, his movements incredibly tender.
"Wanwan, how could I bear to leave you?"
"Just now, when I saw you dance, your toes touched the ground as if you were treading on clouds. Did you feel the rhythm of the internal energy flowing within you?"
He led her back half a step, but still held her hand, the warmth of his palm seeping through her skin.
"The moon over Chaoyang Peak has shone on your unrestrained dance tonight. If the heart is clear, where is not a place of enlightenment?"
Xu Wan stared at him blankly, then suddenly remembered something, and a blush rose to her cheeks:
"Master, do you still remember?"
"A hundred years ago in the Spirit Beast Valley of the Azure Palace, I was greedy for spirit fruits and tripped by a spirit mushroom vine. You used the tip of your sword to pick a fairy peach and feed it to me..."
"Back then you said, 'Playing will interfere with your spiritual practice,' but you were clearly smiling in your eyes."
Yun Che's eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his hand to gently tap the tip of her nose:
"Little wildcat~"
"Insolent!"
He turned and pointed to the distant Milky Way, his white robes shimmering with silver light under the moonlight.
“Look, the brightest point of the seventh star of the Big Dipper is the guiding star of the Nine Yang Heart Method’s ‘Return to Origin Realm’.”
"When your twin tails shone brightly just now, the silver light around you subtly matched the star trails!"
He suddenly took out a jade pendant from his sleeve, which was carved with a double lotus pattern.
"This plant is called 'Twin Lotus,' which can calm the mind and allow one to connect with their beloved."
"Hold it tight and tell me, when you were dancing so passionately just now, did you hear the sound of pine needles falling to the ground?"
Xu Wan closed her eyes as instructed, and the cool jade pendant seeped into her heart.
In an instant, there was a faint rustling sound in the wind, like pearls falling onto a plate.
"I heard!"
She opened her eyes in surprise.
"Like... what you said when you taught me to listen to the tides: 'All things have a breath'!"
Before she could finish speaking, a night breeze swept up fallen petals, the pink and white petals brushing against her bare waist.
Yun Che took off his outer robe and draped it over her, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against the back of her neck, causing her to tremble slightly.
"It's getting cold, don't catch a cold."
Xu Wan's eyes welled up with tears, and she buried her face in his shoulder.
"Yun Chen~~"
Her voice choked, and a tear fell onto his clothes.
Yun Che wiped away his tears with his fingertips, his gaze as deep as a pool reflecting the moon:
“Wanwan, every night after I finish my cultivation, I often look towards the top of Chaoyang Peak.”
"Seeing you practicing your sword under the moon at midnight, I know the little wildcat is being stubborn again."
He suddenly took her hand, lightly touched the grass with his toes, and led her in a twirl and dance.
As her skirt fluttered, Xu Wan felt a warm current flowing through her body, and the jade pendant felt hot in her palm.
She tilted her head back and asked with a smile:
"Yun Chen, will you always be with me?"
Yun Che's eyes were filled with melancholy, so he could only protect her even more tightly:
“Wanwan, when the sun rises, the road is right under your feet.”
"Wait until you understand the meaning of cultivating immortality?"
"You will understand that some encounters are not about the morning or evening, but about the heart."
The first cry of a crane came from afar, and the rising sun appeared on the horizon.
Xu Wan felt a sudden emptiness in her heart and clutched his sleeve tightly:
"Yun Chen, don't go!"
"I want spiritual power!"
Yun Che had already taken half a step back, his figure gradually fading into the morning mist, leaving only his clear laughter echoing through the mountains and forests:
"Wanwan, I've always been here."
She reached out to take it, but her fingertips only touched a wisp of pine breeze. Suddenly, the jade pendant in her bosom became warm and emitted a clear, cloud-like sound.
"This heart is as clear as day, forever as the first time we met."
clang!
A long, resonant bell rang out.
Xu Wan suddenly sat up in fright on the couch.
She opened her palms in a daze, only to find them empty.
"It turned out to be a dream..."
she muttered.
The scene changes.
The first rays of dawn broke through the darkness.
Wuji Sect.
Inside the Soul Cultivation Hall.
On the high platform.
Shuangyue's figure was graceful, her skirt blooming like a snow lotus, and she exuded a cool and aloof aura.
Beside her, her maid Qingyan, dressed simply in plain clothes, stood quietly with her head bowed, holding a jade plate filled with crystal-clear Soul-Nourishing Seeds.
Each grain shimmered with a faint light, as if it were a condensation of moonlight.
Below the stage, more than a hundred disciples stood in neat square formations.
Everyone was dressed in snow-white disciple robes, with silver belts around their waists and high ponytails tied tightly with white hair ties.
The air was filled with the refreshing scent of medicinal herbs, and only the soft rustling of footsteps could be heard.
Shuangyue raised her hand, her voice clear and cold:
"Step forward in order."
The disciples filed in.
As each person stepped forward, Shuangyue lightly tapped her fingertip, and a Soul-Nourishing Seed fell into the jade bottle she held.
The movements were precise and flawless, with not a single unnecessary action.
Some people hurriedly left after receiving the seeds, while others whispered praises of the Lord's grace.
Frosty Moon remained calm, her gaze sweeping over everyone but not lingering on any one person.
Until the end of the line.
A woman slowly walked onto the stage, her face covered by a light veil, revealing only her eyes, which were smiling.
She was slender, and her snow-white disciple's robes made her appear even more aloof.
Shuangyue paused slightly, her fingertips hovering in mid-air.
Qingyan understood and held the jade plate even higher.
"Si Yao."
Frosty Moon spoke.
She gazed at the white veil for a moment, and the corners of her lips turned up slightly.
"You are very thoughtful. Take everyone to the spirit field to plant the Soul-Nourishing Grass."
The disciples below the stage gasped for breath.
Someone glanced sideways and whispered:
"It's her again... Why does the sect leader treat her differently?"
Si Yao bowed.
"Si Yao thanks the sect leader."
Shuangyue nodded and watched her turn away.
The white veil fluttered gently in the wind, revealing her stunningly beautiful face.
Si Yao accepted the order and stepped down from the stage, her snow-white figure merging into the group of disciples.
Shuangyue stood on the high platform, her gaze following the pure white figure until the crowd surged toward the spirit field of the Soul Nurturing Hall.
Qingyan asked softly:
"Sect Master, why..."
Before she could finish speaking, Shuangyue raised her hand to signal for silence.
She gazed at the sacred fields outside the window, her thin lips slightly parted:
"The Soul-Nourishing Grass needs a calm mind to cultivate it, and she understands that."
Last night, Si Yao stayed alone in the Yuhun Hall.
No one knew about this except for Shuangyue who caught a glimpse of it.
The disciples marched in formation, their footsteps pounding the fallen leaves.
Frosty moon stands alone on the high platform, its solitary figure as picturesque as a painting.
Qingyan lowered her eyes.
I was already internally cursing.
Frosty Moon!
What are you pretending for!
They dislike me so much!
When I was cultivating in the Wuji Sect, you were still a little girl!
……
Si Yao led more than a hundred disciples through the heart of the Wuji Sect.
Along the cobblestone path, spiritual plants gleamed with a faint light, and the morning mist lingered, dampening clothes like tears.
She walked with light, steady steps, her white veil fluttering in the wind, yet no one dared to approach her and strike up a conversation.
The disciples whispered among themselves:
"The sect leader personally ordered Si Yao to lead the team, she must have extraordinary abilities."
"But she always wears a veil..."
Si Yao ignored him and only protected the jade bottle containing the Soul-Nourishing Seed in her hand.
Turning around the mountain pass, the spirit field of Yuhuntang suddenly unfolds.
The thousand acres of spiritual fields resemble a jade chessboard, with spiritual energy swirling into mist.
Along the edge of the field, a hundred small jade basins are arranged in a square formation. The basins are translucent and filled with fine, smooth soil.
Si Yao stopped, her voice clear and melodious:
“Each person takes a basin, puts the seeds three inches into the soil, and gently touches them with their soul power.”
The disciples obeyed the order.
A snow-white figure dispersed, her fingertips cupping a jade basin.
When the Soul-Nourishing Seed is embedded in the spiritual soil, it needs to be guided by soul power.
Too much force will crush the seeds; too little force will prevent them from growing.
Someone's hand trembled and the grains rolled away.
Someone's soul power was too strong, and the jade basin hummed as if it was about to crack.
Si Yao strolled around, her delicate hand lightly touching the ground:
"Soul power is like breathing, slowly exhaling and inhaling."
She bent down to demonstrate, her fingertips brushing across a disciple's jade basin. Ripples appeared in the spiritual soil within the basin, and the Soul-Nourishing Seed quietly disappeared into it.
"Si Yao!"
A young girl cried out urgently!
"My seeds... won't sprout!"
Si Yao approached, her white veil brushing against the edge of the jade basin.
She did not touch the seed, but only whispered intently:
"The grass has a spirit; you're restless."
The girl closed her eyes to regulate her breathing, and when she opened them again, tender green shoots had already emerged from the tips of the seeds.
Everyone was amazed, but Si Yao retreated to the edge of the field.
At this moment, on the high platform.
Shuangyue leaned on the railing, gazing into the distance, when Qingyan handed her a cup of warm tea.
"Sect Master, Si Yao is indeed a prodigy."
Frosty Moon neither accepted the tea nor responded.
An hour later.
"knock off."
Si Yao sipped softly.
The disciples lined up, holding jade basins, while a hundred Soul-Nourishing Grasses swayed in the morning light, their tender buds glistening with dew like tears.
Next breath...
Suddenly, Shuangyue was seen walking slowly towards them.
Frosty Moon's skirt was spotless, yet she stopped in front of Si Yao and reached out to brush a fallen leaf from her shoulder.
"The grass is good, and so are the people."
The sound of the frosty moon is like shattered jade.
"Tomorrow, come to my palace to retrieve the 'Soul Nourishing Heart Sutra'."
Si Yao's heart trembled violently.
Behind the white veil, Si Yao's lips curled slightly.
Frosty Moon turned and left.
Si Yao gripped the jade basin tightly, and the tender leaves of the Soul-Nourishing Grass trembled slightly.