Chapter 263: What Is A Ning’s Seed? 【 Female Supporting Character Xie Yanning’s Story 】
After Feng Budu left, Fei Changxiu also waved his hand and trudged away from the Ao Tian Sect.
Not many days later, Qin Feilong came out of the Cave of Reflection.
His pupils were bright, as if he had figured something out, and his entire demeanor had changed greatly. Especially his cultivation had already broken through to the mid Nascent Soul stage.
As expected of the Dragon-like Arrogant Protagonist, his cultivation speed is indeed fast.
Ming Zhaoshuang sighed, looking at her own lightning spirit root which was still slowly climbing, and she was tired of even saying the word “envy.”
Her lightning spirit root should not break through to a higher realm unless it reaches the level of an ice spirit root.
Her cultivation speed is definitely not as fast as Qin Feilong’s, because Qin Feilong is a complete innate golden spirit root. Although she has an innate dual spirit root, her current talent can only be considered a peak grade dual spirit root, and her cultivation speed is twice as slow as that of an ordinary peak grade spirit root.
These days, not only Xie Yanning was severely injured, but even she had a difficult time. Her entire face has never been clear, and she was basically blackened by heavenly thunder.
After the System fell into slumber, her innate wood spirit was still operating, and no matter how severely injured she was, it could quickly restore her, as if it had become her innate wood spirit.
Ming Zhaoshuang hadn’t caught her breath much these past few days.
Tonight, Bai Bai could no longer stand it and urged her to go to sleep and stop fussing!
Ming Zhaoshuang: “Has Feng He woken up?”
Bai Bai: “I said her divine soul will take at least half a year to stabilize, how could she possibly be awake? How could injuries to the soul be healed so easily?”
Ming Zhaoshuang: “Then what’s the point of me sleeping? I might as well cultivate.”
Bai Bai held his forehead and spat, “Cultivation cannot be rushed.”
Ming Zhaoshuang: “I am not rushing. I can withstand this intensity, and I will rest when I want to rest.”
Bai Bai directly knocked her unconscious with a slap: “Stop the nonsense! Go to sleep for me!”
Ming Zhaoshuang: “……”
My head is so dizzy, my eyelids are so heavy. Bai Bai, you insidious beast…
Of course, Bai Bai was not idle and just made Ming Zhaoshuang sleep. After all, he never liked to meddle in other people’s affairs.
Seeing that Ming Zhaoshuang had fallen asleep, he quickly jumped into her dream.
Ming Zhaoshuang still held a lot of resentment.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to sleep, but she felt that she could still endure, still cultivate, and still become stronger.
Bai Bai’s actions made her a little unhappy.
Bai Bai ignored her resentment and said to her, “Come with me, Xie Yanning is in trouble.”
Ming Zhaoshuang was a little surprised: “Didn’t Ah Ning’s seed get pulled out by her? She hasn’t shown any abnormalities these past few days, so how could she be in trouble?”
Although Xie Yanning’s cultivation had regressed to the Deity Transformation stage, she felt that Xie Yanning’s state was quite good, and her mindset was also fine, so how could something happen to her?
Bai Bai said, “Traces of the Heavenly Dao have appeared on her.”
Ming Zhaoshuang smiled, showing a hint of understanding: “I also have traces of the Heavenly Dao on me, right?”
Bai Bai paused: “Yes, he planted a seed in your body.”
Ming Zhaoshuang showed an expression of “just as I expected.”
Bai Bai comforted her: “Don’t be sad, when Feng He wakes up, it will be pulled out.”
Ming Zhaoshuang said: “I am not sad. On the contrary, I am very happy. Previously, she was shielding me, so even if the Heavenly Dao wanted to plant a seed in me, it didn’t succeed. Now that I’m out from under the protective umbrella, I can finally face the Heavenly Dao directly.”
Bai Bai sighed and took her into Xie Yanning’s dream.
What greeted her eyes was a palace in the pouring rain, jade steps shrouded in mist. As the foremost sect in the Upper Realm, the Sword Sect’s grandeur and rich spiritual energy were truly astonishing.
At this moment, Xie Yanning was about seven or eight years old and had just reached Foundation Establishment.
Her personality at that time was like her appearance, pure and cold, light and indifferent, solely focused on sword practice, rarely interacting with others.
Chunxi had many disciples, but she never taught them, not even Xie Yanning, who had an innate fire spirit root.
Since that was the case, she would go to other elders’ lessons.
Among them, the Second Elder’s class was humorous, witty, and easy to understand. Most importantly, no one would give her strange looks, so she loved to attend.
Ming Zhaoshuang was watching intently when she heard Bai Bai say, “Xie Yanning’s memory has been sealed. Her memories before the age of six are inaccessible to anyone other than her, even me.”
That is to say, whoever placed the restriction on Xie Yanning must have a soul power cultivation of at least Half-step Divine Soul Realm.
Ming Zhaoshuang recalled what Xie Yanning had said to Chunxi previously.
She said: “Ah Ning has secrets. I’m not curious about that, I just want to know what happened to her.”
“Her seed had already grown out at this time.”
“What is Ah Ning’s seed?”
“I’m not sure about that. I only know that this was specifically set by the Heavenly Dao for them, contradicting their cultivation’s righteousness and leading them to completely lose their Dao Heart.”
It was obvious that the plot of the original book was when the Heavenly Dao succeeded.
Shen Liqian was manipulated by family and love, losing herself; Cheng Zhaoyang’s sword heart was broken and covered by rumors, her wings clipped; Xie Yanning forgot Jiu Zhou, stopped artifact refining, her heart wavered, and her Dao perished.
In short, they all died under Qin Feilong’s sword, died in the Heavenly Dao’s design, and none had a good ending.
Bai Bai sighed: “Let’s keep watching.”
Ming Zhaoshuang lowered her head and turned her gaze back to Xie Yanning.
Young Xie Yanning was very diligent and very aloof, seemingly without many friends.
Until the Second Elder took in a new female disciple.
Her name was Xu Qing’an.
Xu Qing’an was very diligent but also very slow-witted, always not understanding what the Second Elder was saying.
She sat in the back row, and Xie Yanning also sat in the back row, so even though she would poke Xie Yanning’s elbow, she would say to Xie Yanning pitifully:
“Senior Sister, Senior Sister, can I borrow your homework to copy?”
“Senior Sister, Senior Sister, what does this cultivation method mean?”
“Senior Sister, Senior Sister, look at Master’s head, doesn’t it look like a bird’s nest?”
Xie Yanning didn’t like to engage with people, but she was always gentle. Facing this chattering junior sister, she always offered help.
Xu Qing’an never failed her either.
Although her cultivation talent was not as good as Xie Yanning’s, she always found ways to make Xie Yanning happy.
“Senior Sister, Senior Sister, this is peach blossom cake that my mother made for me, try it.”
“Senior Sister, Senior Sister, why always practice sword? Come fly kites with me.”
“Senior Sister, Senior Sister, do you want to hear me sing?”
After discovering that Xie Yanning was particularly easy to talk to, Xu Qing’an became very attached to her, always chattering in her ear.
Xie Yanning gradually began to laugh and play with her, gaining a bit of human warmth.
Of course, Xu Qing’an wasn’t good at everything.
She had a fiery temper.
Xie Yanning was attending classes to learn, so no matter how well she learned the cultivation methods and swordsmanship, people would always say she was stealing techniques.
What if Xie Yanning was an innate fire spirit root? Her master didn’t care about her, it must be her personality that was problematic and unlikeable.
At this time, Xu Qing’an would place her hands on her hips and stand in front of her to protect her.
