coobybook Chapter 215 Apprenticeship
Chapter 215 Apprenticeship
Chapter 215 Apprenticeship
"Master's wife, has Master not returned yet?" Gu Changlan led her men to clear out the scattered and fleeing enemies. When she returned to the main hall square, only Leng Huan was there.
“Your master went to Wuyun Village. They have wolves in sheep’s clothing and should be eliminated at the root. This is a good opportunity to make an example of them and prevent anyone from trying to take advantage of the manor next time.”
To avoid rumors that the Luo family would seize his nephew's property, Gu Changlan traveled between his uncle and the manor until he was eight years old. After that, he returned to the manor and studied the manor's traditions with the elders.
He devoted countless efforts to studying the Gu family's foundation—the unique sword-forging technique—and thus his cultivation level declined. Gu Changlan officially inherited the manor at the age of eighteen.
They are still too young. The manor has been built, but the lost manpower and strength cannot be recovered in a short time. Now, various forces are eyeing them covetously, and the manor is on the verge of collapse.
He clenched his fist angrily: "These people, with their high-sounding words, are kicking me when I'm down. My uncle finally managed to stabilize the manor, but now it's in my hands and on the verge of collapse."
Gu Changlan suddenly felt that all her years of perseverance had come to nothing, and she felt a pang of sadness.
Leng Huan patted his shoulder, channeling spiritual energy into his body to regulate his mind. "Don't overthink it. Some things can't be solved by one person alone."
"Master's wife, I want to become Master's disciple, and I want to enter the Misty Immortal Sect to cultivate." Having her mind calmed by her spiritual power, Gu Changlan suddenly made up her mind:
"These demons and monsters take advantage of my youth and weakness, and covet the inheritance of my manor. They have unparalleled sword-forging skills but no cultivation or strength. They are just doing the work for others."
Leng Huan was taken aback. He had suddenly realized that the manor had failed to resist the invasion back then for the same reason, and the same thing was happening now. His decision was a step forward.
"Alright, once your master returns, you can become his disciple. I was originally planning to ask you to help forge the sword, so there's no rush to return to Beijun. Let your master teach you more swordsmanship..."
“That’s wonderful. I would like to invite you both to stay for a few more days. The climate on the estate is pleasant and suitable for your wife to recuperate.”
"...Alright, by the way, were any of my disciples injured or killed?"
"No, Master and the chief of Wuyun Village killed him in one fell swoop. The enemy didn't even get a chance to take a step."
That's good. Leng Huan glanced at the sky and said, "Go ahead and get busy. Make sure to comfort your disciple."
"Yes, disciple is off."
Looking at Gu Changlan's tall and imposing figure, Leng Huan thought about how he lost his parents when he was only three or four months old, and how difficult it must have been for him to grow up.
If she and Fu Xun hadn't run into this incident, she didn't dare imagine whether the villa would have suffered the same fate.
She would be very regretful if she later learned that the baby she cared for had died young.
So that's settled, the cause and effect are now resolved.
When Fu Xun returned, he was wearing a brand new moon-white robe.
Tea for the apprenticeship ceremony had already been prepared in the hall.
Gu Changlan knelt down to offer tea, and Fu Xun reached out to take it. It was the first time in his life that he had drunk tea offered by his disciple. He nodded and said, "You have become my disciple and my first disciple. You are also a new generation disciple of the Sword Inquiry Peak of the Misty Immortal Sect."
The tower spirit spat out a defensive magic item, which Fu Xun handed to his disciple, saying, "This is a gift for becoming an apprentice."
Fu Xun raised an eyebrow: "Go and formally pay respects to your master's wife."
"..." Leng Huan had no choice but to put down the spiritual fruit she was peeling for Yun Du. "Stop bowing, I feel like I've aged several years." But Gu Changlan still knelt before her: "Master's wife is above."
Leng Huan took out a bag of magical artifacts that he himself no longer needed and handed them to him. They were all high-level magical artifacts, strange and varied, suitable for people below the Nascent Soul stage.
Yun Du glanced at the adult, then patted his own little pocket, which was full of snacks: "Ah! What should I give my senior brother?"
Gu Changlan laughed and picked him up: "If your senior brother doesn't want yours, he can give you something fun." He actually took out a small, unsharpened sword, "Junior brother, take this and play with it."
Leng Huan rubbed his forehead.
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The Spirit Sword Manor possesses an ancestral top-tier sword-forging furnace, comparable to a high-grade magic weapon. It was precisely because of this that Gu Changlan was able to break through the limitations of his cultivation and forge a spirit sword of magic weapon level.
Leng Huan's sword only needs to have other materials incorporated to increase its toughness. She took out one-fifth of the Moon Spring Stone, "With this material and the Thousand Threads Snow Lotus, you can forge it as you see fit, just don't ruin it."
Gu Changlan pondered for a moment, "Master's wife, these Moon Spring Stones are very precious, and we can't use so many. There is a limit to how much of an item can be used."
Leng Huan shook his head: "Use the remaining materials to forge a few spirit swords for Yun Du and his younger brothers and sisters."
Gu Changlan understood: "Okay, I will do my best to forge a few spirit swords suitable for them."
This is incredible luck! He now has a powerful master.
Rumors have recently circulated in the martial arts world that a conflict has broken out between Wuyun Village and Lingjian Manor. Wuyun Village's heart is as hard as stone, and everyone was initially watching from the sidelines, but now they know that Lingjian Manor is likely in grave danger.
However, Wuyun Village disappeared overnight among the thirty-six sects of Dongting, and now only thirty-five sects remain.
It's absolutely jaw-dropping.
Suddenly one day, a rumor spread in the Dongting area that Gu Changlan, the master of Lingjian Villa, had become the disciple of the chief disciple of the Misty Immortal Sect.
This rumor immediately caused a huge stir. Various factions that were preparing to reap the benefits tightened their forces. It was obvious that Wuyun Village had been destroyed by a Nascent Soul cultivator!
The forces with ill intentions abandoned their plans to get a share of the pie and began to curry favor with Lingjian Manor. Leng Huan was not surprised; since the massacre of Wuyun Village, the manor had received many more visitors or placed orders.
She didn't like these things, and took Yundu to play in the mountain villa, enjoying the scenery of the lake and mountains.
She sent Fu Xun away to a social event, since those people were after him anyway, and quietly disappeared from the public eye.
Having witnessed the sword-forging furnace, Leng Huan finally understood why the manor had been able to stand strong in the martial arts world for over a hundred years—this thing was simply too effective.
That's incredibly fast! While celestial-grade swords are hard to come by, high-level spirit swords are easy to obtain, and they're less likely to explode during forging.
Even if the materials are destroyed, the furnace remains intact, which is simply amazing.
The forging of the small swords was quick; a month later, she saw the finished products: three spirit swords, each with its own characteristics, yet all sharing the same origin.
It is a high-level offensive magic weapon, only a foot long, three small swords that shimmer with spiritual light. One of them is purple and engraved with the character "渡" (meaning "crossing"). The other two are blue and pink respectively, and are unnamed.
"Mother, is this sword mine? They look so alike." Yun Du touched the amethyst on the hilt of the sword. He thought it was beautiful and cool. He had his own sword now.
Leng Huan nodded: "It's yours, but you can't use it yet. I'll give it to you when you're older. I'll keep it safe for you first. The other two swords belong to your younger brother and sister."
Yun Du reluctantly withdrew his hand: "Okay, I want to grow up quickly!"
Leng Huan casually replied, "Okay, then you should eat more rice."
Fu Xun chuckled softly.
Leng Huan glanced sideways: ?
Fu Xun coughed seriously: "Wife, when are we going back to Beijun? Your belly has grown bigger."
Leng Huan: "I know, I'm aware."
With nearly three months until full term, Leng Huan felt no discomfort at all, but her belly was so big that it made her tremble with fear.
The two gas balls in her belly were developing almost the same size and there was no competition for nutrients, so Leng Huan was finally relieved.
It would only take ten days to get back to Beijun from here if things went smoothly, so she wasn't in a hurry. "Let's wait two months. You can teach your apprentice more, as well as his cultivation techniques."
Leng Huan's magic weapon won't be forged so quickly; it will take at least five months.
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