Chapter 95: Revered Master Reads Long Aotian’s Heart and Goes Crazy (3)

Chapter 95: Revered Master Reads Long Aotian's Heart and Goes Crazy (3)

Song Chuyi began dancing with the branch gracefully.

His movements were elegant, each gesture carrying an air of sophistication.

After a few moves, Song Chuyi looked at Si Yuanye expectantly.

Si Yuanye's expression was cold. "Your sword techniques are too soft and lack killing intent."

Song Chuyi dropped the branch. "Because I never intended to kill anyone."

"Master, you told me to find my own way in swordsmanship. This is what my path is like."

Si Yuanye looked at Song Chuyi with slight surprise.

"You've already developed your own sword path?"

"Sure, sure!" Song Chuyi nodded heavily. "Master, am I amazing or what?"

"Come on, praise me!"

Si Yuanye fell silent. He gave Song Chuyi two pieces of Xirang, a self-renewing soil. "This Xirang is for you."

"Since you've found your own sword path, you must practice daily and not neglect it."

Song Chuyi nodded repeatedly, but in his heart, he thought, "Practicing swordsmanship every day isn't as fun as growing Moonlit Grass, haha."

Si Yuanye's brow furrowed slightly. "You have great potential in the art of the sword. Don't stray from the right path and risk your future."

Song Chuyi agreed on the surface but thought in his heart, "Master really cares about me. It's so touching, I could cry."

"Who says my master is cold and aloof? He’s actually a caring father figure."

Hearing Song Chuyi's inner thoughts, Si Yuanye was speechless.

He fell silent and didn't even glance at Song Chuyi.

A gust of wind blew, and he vanished from the spot.

Song Chuyi wasn't in a hurry. After all, he would be spending plenty of time with Si Yuanye in the future, so there was no need to rush.

The top priority now was to plant the Moonlit Grass!

Song Chuyi quickly returned to his thatched hut with the two clumps of xirang. He scattered the xirang on the ground, and the yellowish soil instantly turned deep black.

It was still an hour before midnight; he had to wait until then.

Meanwhile, he rummaged through the ring Si Yuanye had given him and pulled out a cauldron.

The cauldron was small, about the size of a palm, and quite ordinary.

Song Chuyi placed the cauldron on the ground, casually grabbed a few plants, and threw them in to start refining pills.

Being a 'Dragon Proud Sky,' his alchemy skills were naturally maxed out. Otherwise, how would he make money?

Cultivation was indeed costly. You needed substantial funds to obtain rare and precious materials.

A few minutes later, the cauldron puffed, and a wisp of smoke emerged.

A few black pills tumbled out.

Song Chuyi picked them up and stored them in a porcelain bottle.

Xiaotong, who had witnessed this, asked, 'Host, how do you know how to refine pills?'

Song Chuyi replied, 'You wouldn't understand. As a 'Dragon Proud Sky,' my alchemy talent is maxed out.'

'Host, what is a 'Dragon Proud Sky'?'

Song Chuyi replied, 'A 'Dragon Proud Sky' is an extremely awesome being. Just by seeing me refine pills from a few weeds, you can tell how awesome it is.'

'Hmm... You could think of it as the Chosen One!'

Xiaotong: "Wow, host, you're amazing!"

Song Chuyi chuckled, "Keep it low-key. Anyway, I won't run out of money in this world."

As he spoke, he picked a few more weeds and threw them into the cauldron, casually casting a condensing fire technique.

"Even though I don't know what these elixirs do, they are definitely edible."

"When midnight comes, I'll plant the Moonlit Grass, and then I'll take these elixirs to the auction. Then I can buy other medicinal herbs."

Xiaotong: "Host, you can do it!"

Xiaotong wanted to inform its host that the old man, who had absorbed the energy Xiaotong gave, seemed to have grown stronger, but the old man hadn't woken up yet, and the host was focused on alchemy. Well... it decided to wait until the old man woke up to tell Song Chuyi.

At that moment, Song Chuyi had no idea that the old man, who was supposed to have died according to the story's background, had been revived by Xiaotong. He was still focused on his alchemy.

As soon as it was midnight, he planted the Moonlit Grass, pricked his finger, and squeezed out five drops of blood.

The seed, buried in the fertile soil, absorbed the moonlight and Song Chuyi’s blood, and almost immediately, a tiny sprout appeared.

"Success!"

Song Chuyi exclaimed excitedly, his fingertip gently touching the sprout. "Grow strong, okay?"

He stood up, ready to collect the elixirs he had refined and take them to the auction.

At that moment, a mysterious breeze blew, and a white cat appeared in front of him.

Song Chuyi’s eyes widened as he looked closer.

"Kitty!"

He crouched down and extended his hand to the cat.

"Where did you come from, little one?"

Crouched next to the sprout was a completely snow-white Maine Coon. It was large and imposing. But its paw, tentatively touching the sprout, revealed it wasn’t as majestic as it looked.

Seeing the Maine Coon about to damage the Moonlit Grass, Song Chuyi quickly said, "No!"

The Maine Coon tilted its head as if it didn't understand why he was being stopped.

"That's the world-saving Moonlit Grass, you can't damage it!"

Taking advantage of the moment when the Maine Coon wasn't paying attention, Song Chuyi pounced and scooped it up into his arms.

The Maine Coon struggled, but Song Chuyi gripped its paws firmly, preventing it from escaping.

Burying his face in the cat’s chest, Song Chuyi took a deep breath.

"You smell so nice, kitty."

"You’re so handsome, who takes care of you?"

"Could it be my master, Dad?"

"I wonder what name Master would give you."

"Xiao Si? Xiao Yuan? Or maybe Xiao Yeye?"

"None of those names seem to suit you, do they?"

"You’re so white, how about calling you Xiao Bai?"

Maine Coon: ...

Si Yuanye never imagined that after all these years, he would revert to his original form.

He was of mixed heritage, half of which came from the Demon Race, and his father belonged to the Maine Coon clan of the Demon Race.

He had inherited his father's bloodline, causing him to revert to his original form when his emotions were unstable.

Even more surprisingly, he found himself uncontrollably at his new disciple’s location.

A few minutes ago, he caught a whiff of a unique fragrance, and before he knew it, he was standing there.

Transformed into a Maine Coon.

Held in Song Chuyi's embrace, he found himself unable to break free.

Moreover, this disciple of his talked excessively.

His naming skills were also quite poor.

Si Yuanye's gaze fell on the pile of elixirs that had formed a small mountain next to him, and he could sense the pure energy emanating from them.

This disciple seemed to possess exceptional talent in alchemy.

Considering how quickly he had found his sword path and the nearly flawless sword techniques he demonstrated, for the first time, Si Yuanye began to doubt.

Could there truly be such a genius in this world?

No further thought was needed; Song Chuyi standing there seemed to be the answer.

"Little White, since you didn’t argue against it, you’ll be called Little White from now on!"

With a clap, Song Chuyi finalized the name.

Si Yuanye, who had not expected he could still object, was left speechless.

He had a premonition that life from now on would not be peaceful—rather, it would not be quiet.