Wen Caiwei couldn't wait to start practicing on the spot.
Lin Yige could understand her eagerness.
Regardless of men or women, in the world of cultivation where the jungle prevails, only those who are strong enough can truly control their own destiny.
However, with Wen Caiwei's current state of lacking a soul, she cannot start practicing yet.
In order to prevent her soul from escaping, her five internal organs and the Mingmen entrance were sealed. If she and her brother and sister Qinghe Qingmiao exercised with Elder Zhao Yuan, they would be able to lie back on the bed soon.
Lin Yige could only explain as simply as possible: "Your weakness has not been cured yet, and you cannot practice yet."
Wen Caiwei's slender eyebrows frowned slightly, and she bit her light-colored lips with her teeth, feeling a little unbelievable.
Since waking up, the headache and tinnitus that had been bothering her have not occurred again.
The usual pain in my chest is gone, and my breathing is smoother than ever.
When I wiped away the tears on my face, my cold fingertips, which had never been warm, had warmed up.
Not to mention, the ankle that was sprained at the foot of the mountain, the back of the sword monument that was bumped into it, and the multiple bruises suffered when breaking through the formation have all recovered as before.
After she was six years old, she had never been as relaxed as she is now.
The immortal said that her weakness has not been cured yet?
Did you cry so hard just now that the immortal misunderstood you?
"Immortal Chief, I am completely recovered! If Immortal Chief doesn't believe it, my disciple can prove it!"
"...You are missing a soul, did you know?"
Lin Yige had no choice but to briefly explain what the old man had done to her soul, and the fact that the remaining souls of others had been stripped away.
"That's it!" Wen Caiwei suddenly realized, "No wonder I always feel like there's another person in my body when I'm sick, and I feel a little disobedient..."
"Fortunately, you didn't let him succeed." Lin Yige was full of praise for this.
It is not easy to rely on instinct to resist so many pulls on the soul and stay in bed for nine years.
"You can stay and recuperate in peace. Wait until I find the elixir to restore your soul to integrity. Then you can practice again. You will get twice the result with half the effort."
Wen Caiwei felt relieved and nodded, but for some reason her eyes turned red again and she burst into tears.
Lin Yige didn't know why, and thought she was obsessed with the fact that her savior would kill her in turn.
But this life-saving grace is very likely not valid in itself.
Most of the mortal relatives of Wen monks are equipped with two female guards.
The female guards of the Wen family are above the foundation-building stage and are equivalent to innate masters in the mortal world.
What kind of accidental fall would leave the female guard who never leaves her body with no time to help her?
How could it be such a coincidence that the old man just happened to catch up?
Thinking of this, Lin Yige explained in a gentle tone: "You don't have to worry about the life-saving grace of that old man. You almost lost your life when you were born, and maybe he contributed to it."
Wen Caiwei wiped her face and said clearly: "At the moment when he wanted to seize the body, even if there was a favor, it was already clear. What's more, he tried to seize the body many times later. After all, he owed me a lot of life.
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She can still settle this kind of account.
She sniffed and calmed down a little, "It's just that I can't let go of my family's attentive care and the completely opposite attitude recently."
Hearing what she said, Lin Yige couldn't help but frown slightly, and then relaxed again.
Wen Caiwei cannot be allowed to stay idle in Kun Taoist Courtyard. In the little girl's wild thoughts, she is afraid that there will be another waterfall of tears on Tingyun Peak.
Thinking of Wen Zongyi's praise of Wen Caiwei, as well as the tired look on his nephew Liu Fufeng's face and his lack of improvement in cultivation, Lin Yige had an idea.
"I heard from Master Wen that you are literate and able to read and write and do arithmetic. Since you can't practice for the time being, would you like to go to Ziyang Palace to help the acting head with some chores?"
"I am willing...disciple is willing!"
When the immortal asked the question, Wen Caiwei didn't have the heart to feel sorry for herself, so she immediately agreed.
Lin Yige summoned a white crane and tapped the crane's forehead to leave a mark, which served as Wen Caiwei's temporary mount between Kun Daoyuan and Ziyang Palace.
Then, she instructed Wen Caiwei on how to control the white crane and pointed out the location of Ziyang Palace at Lingyun Peak.
"When dawn breaks and the morning bell rings, you can just ride the crane directly to Ziyang Palace."
After making arrangements for Wen Caiwei, Lin Yige asked Geng Xin to drive him to Ziyang Palace.
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When I saw Liu Fufeng in Ziyang Palace, he was leaning his head on his abacus, looking like he was beyond love.
Lin Yige smiled and first put all the heavenly materials and earthly treasures given by Wenzong Yi into storage bags and put them into the sect's treasury.
As early as when he was guarding the door for Lu Hengbo, Lin Yige counted the items in the ring and replaced it with the Guiyi Sect's standard storage bag.
Now, in her Najie, in addition to eighteen top-grade spiritual stones and two hundred top-grade spiritual stones, there are several talismans prepared by Liu Fufeng before, several bottles of elixirs, a dozen golden beans, and three confiscated handfuls.
Wenshi Huanshou Dao.
Liu Fufeng did not take the storage bag immediately.
The young master uncle has just returned to the sect, and his cultivation has not yet recovered, so it is the time when resources are needed.
"The little uncle earned it from Master Wen based on his ability, it doesn't matter if it doesn't go into the sect's treasury."
"Didn't I use the Thousand-year-old Drynariae and the best-grade calcined dragon bone in the warehouse before? And I went down the mountain to practice a thousand years ago and never came back. I made no contribution to the sect, so I treated it as a repayment of the experience gained."
When the true disciples of the Guiyi sect return from the mountain for training, they usually hand over most of their initial harvest to the sect's treasury.
From now on, you can hand over other harvests or not according to your own wishes.
Currently, most of the heavenly materials and earthly treasures provided by Wen Zongyi are rare mineral crystals used for forging spirit swords, and a few are exotic flowers and fruits used for refining elixirs.
For Lin Yige, who was devoted to practicing swordsmanship, these things were of no use except selling spiritual stones.
It's better to use it as a reward for experience.
Lin Yige helps his nephew Liu Fufeng in this way because he has received too much favoritism and guilt from Feng Qingqing.
When senior sister Feng Qingqing returned from the "coping style" experience, the massive corpses of gregarious monsters she handed over almost overturned the roof of Ziyang Palace.
The master was furious about this but had no choice but to make amends and set a period of hundreds of years of training.
And she died nine years before the centenary date.
When Liu Fufeng heard this, he stopped trying to persuade him.
Lin Yige then took out the soul-gazing mirror and handed it to Liu Fufeng, and briefly explained the whole story about the remaining soul.
"Young Master Uncle, what you are saying is that Wen Caiwei's soul is not intact and that she cannot exercise with Qinghe Qingmiao and the others for the time being?"
"That's right. I'll ask her to come to Ziyang Palace at dawn. Then you can assign some chores to her and take her acquainted with the sect's affairs."
Liu Fufeng heard some overtones.
Junior uncle is very optimistic about Wen Caiwei.
Not only did she go to the Ziyang Palace to help with the sect’s affairs, even though she had gone through so much trouble to seek medical treatment, maybe Wen Caiwei would also become the Eighth Generation True Disciple!
In this regard, Liu Fufeng is happy to see the success.
He is the only true disciple of the Eight Generations, and taking over the affairs of the sect is just a matter of time.
Responsibility dictates, try your best to do it.
Liu Fufeng didn't have this ambition, he just wanted to quickly realize the meaning of the sword and practice the sword skills to the ninth level, and then go down the mountain to practice.
Only in this way can we not fall into the prestige of Master Fengxue Sword Immortal!
If Wen Caiwei could become a true disciple and take over the position of acting master, he would have more time to devote to sword mastery.
Thinking like this, Liu Fufeng smiled from the bottom of his heart and said eagerly: "Don't worry, junior uncle, I will definitely take good care of junior sister Caiwei!"
On the contrary, Lin Yige was a little worried by his sudden excitement and inexplicable smile.
"Wen Caiwei was born in the Wen family of Yuzhou and has outstanding abilities. You two should learn from each other's strengths and not be ashamed of being a fortune teller."