Chapter 45: True Martial Peach Festival
This thought arose, and Ning Qi’s curiosity in his heart could no longer be contained.
“Tian Sheng, come here.”
Ning Qi said with a kindly smile.
The White Ape couldn’t help but tremble, feeling that his teacher’s gaze was somewhat terrifying.
“Don’t worry, it’s a good thing for you. If I can probe the situation in your body clearly, perhaps I can help you activate the bloodline within you in the future.”
Upon hearing this.
The White Ape’s eyes lit up.
Speaking of which, the White Ape’s body had grown larger now, even surpassing Ning Qi, perhaps in its growth period, and it was unknown how tall it would be once fully formed.
Ning Qi smiled and placed his hand on the White Ape’s shoulder. He had originally wanted to start from the head, but felt it was somewhat dangerous, so he decided it would be better to start from the body.
“Relax.”
With that said.
Strands of gentle inner strength emerged from Ning Qi’s palm. This was him activating the ‘Water Soft’ property. The White Ape instinctively cried out in alarm, but immediately discovered that aside from a slight itchiness on the shoulder, there was actually a gentle sense of comfort.
But Ning Qi gradually frowned.
He discovered.
After his inner strength entered the White Ape’s body, he could sense it at first, but it was immediately consumed at a terrifying speed, not even able to travel far. He could only barely perceive the skin, membrane, and flesh of the shoulder clearly.
“This… could it be that the inner strength is not condensed enough?”
Ning Qi withdrew his hand, speculating in his heart.
Inner strength was a mystical power born from one’s own flesh and blood. It was likely that entering another’s body would encounter rejection.
“It seems I need my inner strength to be stronger before it will work.”
He was not disappointed.
On the contrary, the White Ape felt somewhat dejected after its initial anticipation.
“You little monkey, now you’re disappointed. Practice your martial arts well, strive to reach Organ Refining Completion soon, and you can learn ventriloquism.”
Looking at the White Ape writing aggrievedly, Ning Qi laughed and scolded.
He had long since created ventriloquism for the White Ape.
However, ventriloquism required strong organs.
Anticipation appeared in the White Ape’s eyes. It respectfully saluted, then practiced martial arts. Although ventriloquism was not truly speaking with its own mouth, it was still a way to communicate.
It was not too far from this step.
…
Ye Qinghe’s Peach Blossom Wine failed again, as expected.
But she felt that this time her progress was great. At least the Peach Blossom Wine did not taste sour and rancid; it simply had no flavor.
Fortunately, there was the wine brewed by the White Ape as a fallback.
This time, she was open and honest.
“This was brewed with effort from me and Little White Ape together!”
All the true disciples secretly laughed.
They still praised it on the surface.
Dragon Mountain Daoist had not yet emerged from closed-door cultivation. This time it was a death seclusion; he would not emerge without breaking through to the Heavenly Human Realm. It was unknown how long it would take.
Perhaps a year, perhaps two years.
But everyone felt that with Master Dragon Mountain Daoist’s talent, it would absolutely not exceed two years before succeeding. If not for being affected by the Qin Yun incident earlier, Dragon Mountain Daoist would likely have already broken through to the Heavenly Human Realm.
The congregation rarely gathered together in Ning Qi’s Seeker’s Courtyard.
Drinking the Peach Blossom Wine ‘jointly’ brewed by Ye Qinghe and Little White Ape, eating fresh peach fruits, everyone was joyful.
The Qin Yun matter instead made everyone cherish this fellow disciple bond even more.
“Little Nine, I always feel that the peaches outside your courtyard are tastier than elsewhere, even better than last year.”
Second Disciple Xiong Shi was quite honest.
“Qinghe, I think next time you brew wine, you could wait until the peaches are ripe and add them in; perhaps it will give a different feeling.”
Ye Qinghe was displeased, crossing her arms and glancing sideways at Xiong Shi:
“Second Senior Brother is saying my brewed wine doesn’t taste good?”
Xiong Shi hurriedly begged for mercy, and everyone burst into laughter.
“But to be fair, Little Junior Brother’s peaches outside the courtyard really are delicious.”
Everyone nodded in unison.
After tasting them last year, they had developed a craving.
Ning Qi smiled and said:
“If fellow Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters find them delicious, how about we gather here with Junior Brother every year when the peaches ripen?”
He had further optimized the nurturing technique.
Perhaps in a few more years, this peach tree would begin to show initial miraculous properties.
Everyone’s eyes lit up:
“Little Nine, this proposal is great. It won’t disturb your cultivation, will it?”
Ning Qi smiled and shook his head.
He increasingly felt that in seeking longevity, one must also cherish the people before one’s eyes.
Luo Wentian directly made the decision:
“Good then. From now on, every year at this time, no matter what matters we have, we must rush to Little Junior Brother’s courtyard to gather. Hmm… how about calling it the True Martial Peach Gathering?”
Everyone became excited.
Perhaps many years later, this would become a beautiful tale.
Ye Qinghe hurriedly said:
“Little Junior Brother provides the peach fruits, I’ll provide the Peach Blossom Wine—perfectly complementary!”
Everyone laughed heartily.
In their hearts, they all planned what to bring next time to liven things up.
Watching his excited chatting Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters, Ning Qi smiled as he looked on, feeling his heart even more serene.
After the clamor.
The Seeker’s Courtyard quieted down once more.
Ning Qi was not unaccustomed to it.
He continued cultivating.
…
Time passed leisurely.
In the blink of an eye, autumn had arrived.
There was still no sign of Dragon Mountain Daoist emerging from seclusion.
On the contrary, Ning Qi broke through again.
He successfully linked his inner strength with his flesh and blood, entering the sixth feigned death.
Half a month later, he awoke from the false death state, his eyes gleaming intimidatingly, his aura very strong.
“Seven Stacks Realm. Now my inner strength can extend more than three zhang outside my body—somewhat terrifying. Even the degree of condensation already carries a bit of the flavor of Gang Qi. Caught off guard, enemies will suffer greatly.”
Ning Qi felt that his current self was very strong.
After his inner strength gradually grew powerful, he had begun researching killing moves. The sword intent, fist intent, and other martial intents he had comprehended before, when empowered by inner strength, would erupt with great power. Especially since Ning Qi’s inner strength properties could stack, it was even more terrifying.
For example, there was the Cold Flame Triple Sword.
It not only contained the ice and fire properties, but also shock, rotation, and cutting—three additional properties.
If this move were used, Fifth Senior Brother’s protective Gang Qi definitely would not withstand it.
Ning Qi tried again to probe deep into the White Ape’s body with inner strength, but still failed.
However, this failure made Ning Qi even more certain that it was simply a matter of inner strength intensity.
“One more breakthrough to Eight Stacks Realm, and there should be no problem.”
Ning Qi felt that reaching Eight Stacks Realm around age seven should not be an issue.
As he pondered.
Luo Wentian’s joyful call came from outside the courtyard:
“Little Nine, you’ve emerged from seclusion?”
Luo Wentian had come before, but the White Ape told him Ning Qi was in closed-door cultivation, so he did not disturb. Coming again this time, he discovered Ning Qi had already emerged.
Ning Qi smiled and said:
“I just came out today and haven’t had time to inform Senior Brother.”
Luo Wentian waved his hand:
“No matter. I just came to casually check. If you need anything, tell Senior Disciple Brother anytime.”
Ning Qi nodded.
He had no doubt about this. Speaking of which, up to now, he had never gone down the mountain to obtain martial resources. Unlike those unaffiliated wanderers who might desperately fight for a single breakthrough pill, he felt himself quite fortunate.
Spared from struggles while weak.
“Senior Disciple Brother, how is the situation in the sect lately?”
“Pretty good, no major events. Master still hasn’t emerged.”
There was some worry in Luo Wentian’s eyes and brows. Although he believed in his master, this seclusion had already lasted nearly half a year.
“Master will surely have no problem.”
The two chatted.
After a moment, Jiang Baishan’s call came from afar:
“Senior Disciple Brother, people from Purple River Sword Sect have come again!”
