Little Pink Starfish

Ling Feng, as the protagonist, accepted information very quickly and impressively. Normally, when ordinary people suddenly received so many sword techniques flooding their minds, it would be the rhythm of being overloaded to death, but our protagonist wouldn’t! He swiftly went through all the sword techniques, felt the profound sword qi inside, the wonderful artistic conception, and in that instant, all the previous despair for the future immediately turned into hope, wasn’t it so?

Yes! Being targeted was nothing! What was actually in hand was real!
Yes! What’s there to fear about the Ancient Tomb Sect! The key point was knowledge!
Yes! What’s there to fear about an ice sculpture! If being Granny Sun meant getting so many sword techniques to learn—
Ge! Was! Willing! Ah!

Ling Feng immediately treated it like a treasure and gave a formal bow, then quickly, hastily, immediately retreated.
Yes, ge was going to study! Everything else ge didn’t care about hahahahaha!

This last protagonist was just such a cheerful, non-grudging, loyal and righteous, unafraid of setbacks type…
After silently giving his little brat a like in his heart, Gu Bai watched Ling Feng’s back with appreciative eyes until that silhouette disappeared through the wide palace gate.
The next moment, something coiled tightly around his waist, instantly pulling his attention back.

Damn, forgot the damned pervert.
Alright, actually it wasn’t forgetting… Nima, really wished he had forgotten.

Gu Bai expressionlessly turned his head and met the eyes of the thing wrapped around him… their gazes met.
Qiguan Rui leaned in, his snake tongue hissing, and licked the tip of his nose.

“Gege… ride?”
“…Ride.”

And so, this joyful night passed just like that in a romantic blur.

Qiguan Rui: “Very pleasurable…”
Gu Bai: “…Bullshit!”

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The disciples on Tianxiao Mountain keenly noticed the change in atmosphere.
In the past, everyone was very serious, each practiced their own, and occasionally sparred when in the mood, but overall it was very calm, very composed, the whole mountain could be called an ice cave.
Now, although it was still very serious and composed, also still an ice cave, but within this ice cave, there were two splashes of bright color, and the Tianxiao Mountain old ancestor who used to be seen maybe once in several years, now could often be seen, allowing them to pay proper respect.

—Truly great! Really motivated everyone’s enthusiasm, wasn’t it so!
Even today, they still saw the old ancestor!

Yes, right there on the mountaintop, in front of the main hall, stood two adult men and a small young boy.
The current situation was, the older one instructing the younger, the younger one practicing hard.

This made people unable not to exclaim:
“Wow—Junior Brother Ling Feng is so diligent!”
“Ehh—They look so harmonious together!”
“Sigh—I really wish the old ancestor would instruct me too!”
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But in reality?

Ling Feng wore tight clothes, holding a long sword, sweat pouring down all over.
On his head was a water jar—yes, a jar, his legs strapped with two hundred-jin sandbags, and in his hand he gripped a five-hundred-jin heavy sword.

Ling Feng: Hehe, does ge look very impressive now? Doesn’t matter if you guys think so or not, ge definitely does. So damn heavy ahhh! This is totally a pitfall for ge…

—Actually Ling Feng was a hardworking little guy, but he truly never expected he’d have to work this hard. Of course he wasn’t afraid of hardship, but he was worried! He was only ten years old and being burdened like this—could he really grow into a man 1.8 meters tall with arms strong enough to ride a horse? Very worried, ah!

But there was no choice.
Overwhelming power suppression.
Yingyingying.

Ling Feng sneakily glanced at that ice sculpture and that half-man half-snake, then silently withdrew his gaze.
Ge will train! Not bowing out, alright…

At this moment, Ling Feng was practicing sword.
How was he practicing?
That was, both feet had to be firmly planted (→ under the sandbag’s effect, no problem), arms had to be straight (→ yingying), head couldn’t move, expression had to be serious (→ miserable face), and then, he had to swing the sword down.

First, Ling Feng raised his right leg and lifted the heavy sword;
Then, right leg stomped down, sword slashed down;
Then… Boom!

Right foot stomped the ground, and the earth quaked, wasn’t it?
His arms turned to jelly, yet the slash had to be straight, wasn’t it?
The jar on his head couldn’t spill water, wasn’t it?

Ling Feng took a deep breath.
Speaking of which, how many sword slashes had he done today… again? Maybe it was… oh he had to slash… how many today again? Ahaha… seemed like… ten… thousand… slashes? Only… twenty thousand #%# slashes left…
So far away…

—Speaking of which, how did ge end up in this situation?
Ling Feng swung the sword while his face remained blank and dazed.

Yes, ten thousand slashes.
It was said in ancient times (not really), or in an alternate dimension (hehe), some kind of place once had such a remarkable sword cultivator who, in order to soar with sword flight, started daily slashing ten thousand times since childhood. It was said that doing so could refine every sword strike, then after learning countless sword techniques, ultimately merge them into one and forge his own powerful, self-created sword style.

Earlier, the Tianxiao old ancestor told Ling Feng just that.
Ling Feng believed it.
He felt, the old ancestor had such a trustworthy face! And since he could speak words that even turned clean water black, and had him train basics every day, and basics were the heaviest foundation—
Just listening made him feel, ah!

Later, when the jar… sandbags… heavy sword all came, Ling Feng panicked.
He felt,
A righteous man, but couldn’t beat how much he doted on his mount! That Qiguan shishu, come fight fair and square ah!

Qiguan Rui: A fair fight between me and gege versus just you, then later you versus the two of us.
Ling Feng (:зゝ∠)

Thus, the miserable sword practice began.
And apparently, it would go on like this forever.
So far, it had already been… two months.

Seeing Ling Feng’s pace growing slower and slower, Qiguan Rui’s figure appeared behind him.
A surging wave of malice swept from behind—
Ling Feng’s already blurry vision instantly sharpened: “！！！！！！！！”
Damn, here it comes again?!!

He just felt a long leg from behind, kicking his butt, and his legs instantly gave out, his whole body lunging forward.

Ling Feng Σ( ° △°|||)︴

Sword must not leave hand, must not or he’d get beaten up ah ah ah hold tight!
Sandbags were weighing down his legs, how to prevent falling, this was the rhythm of a disfiguring fall ah!
The jar on his head—wait, don’t let it shatter, Nima, ge didn’t want to drag the sandbags and fetch another jar, so freaking exhausting!

A thousand thoughts flashed through Ling Feng’s head in an instant, and finally condensed into one sentence: Ge! Is! Screwed!
But as a protagonist who had been abused many times, he usually wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. In that split second, he twisted his body, plunged the heavy sword into the ground, and lifted the jar with his other hand. Both stabilized properly, not a drop of water spilled. However, by then his momentum was gone, he couldn’t control his legs anymore. After struggling to turn back, he lost control and fell headlong…

Mm, face first.

Ling Feng lay there for ten seconds, then bent his arms to support the ground, slowly climbing back up.
He turned his face.
A face full of blood.

Ling Feng: Let’s count, how many times has ge been disfigured now? Oh, probably can’t even count, on average ge gets disfigured once or twice a day.
Heartbroken.

Ling Feng felt his whole self sinking into a gray haze.
Yes, even the background turned gray, didn’t it!
Didn’t want to get up! Getting up meant more suffering! Could ge please patch up this shattered glass heart a bit!
Ge used to be a handsome guy, okay!
Why always face down, getting disfigured ah ah ah!

Of course, in the cultivation world, if one wanted to be disfigured, it usually had to be with some strange power. Just falling a few times wasn’t likely to cause disfigurement.

Just as Ling Feng silently questioned his life, in front of him, two slender pale fingers held out a porcelain bottle.
Inside the bottle was professional beauty and whitening… ointment.

Yes, after every disfigurement, just one application, instant recovery, wasn’t it!
But Ling Feng wasn’t happy at all!
Instead, he was trembling all over!
Why…
Because the one handing him the ointment—was exactly the one who kicked him, wasn’t it!

Ling Feng’s thoughts were full of tears.
This Qiguan shishu, for some reason, was super enthusiastic about kicking him in the butt when he was zoning out. It’s like he had to make him fall face-first. Though he’d quickly give him ointment afterward, and though after fixing the face he’d fall again soon! Just like fattening a pig to slaughter, too tragic, wasn’t it!
Many times, Ling Feng silently suspected one thing—could it be, this Qiguan shishu hated that he was too handsome? He was wronged, ah! Was being too handsome also his fault! Dammit! Qiguan shishu, you’re very handsome too!

#Men’s jealousy#
Even based on looks, it was terrifying.
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Ling Feng thought this, and deeply believed his own guess.

But no matter how many guesses, they were useless. The situation was stronger than the person.
Ling Feng took a deep breath, accepted the ointment, ran crying to the jar, started washing his face and applying ointment to heal his wounds, wasn’t it!
Fortunately… this time only his nose was a bit crooked and his eyes a bit swollen, no teeth lost…

On the other side, Gu Bai looked at Qiguan Rui walking back with a fresh face, his gaze slightly conflicted.
The first thought was: the damned pervert looked very pleased.
The second thought was…
Would little brat’s face ever get a break?