95: Chapter 95 Harmonious Understanding

During the day, he turned the soil, watered, and weeded, while at night, he sneaked into the underground secret room, used the black gourd to ripen poisonous herbs, and frantically filled that bottomless pit in his Dantian.

A few days later, on a chilly morning.

A fierce sword light flashed across the sky, and Su Qinghan, dressed in a moon-white long dress, landed steadily in the courtyard of the Nether Grass Field.

Qi Yang had just dumped a basket of withered nether grass in the corner of the wall, and when he turned around, he saw Su Qinghan.

Having not seen her for just a few months, Su Qinghan's temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Her original cold temperament was now mixed with an intense, unresolvable smell of blood and Evil Qi.

In those beautiful Phoenix eyes, an edge that could cut through everything faintly flickered.

Clearly, during this period of time, she had experienced countless life-and-death battles on the border battlefield.

"Fairy has returned."

Qi Yang put down the broken bamboo basket in his hands, wiped his hands on his apron, and went up to meet her with a full face of smiles.

Su Qinghan looked at Qi Yang's old, wrinkled face, a trace of fatigue flashing in her eyes, but her tense body involuntarily relaxed.

Although this Nether Grass Field was remote and desolate, it was the only place in the Xuantian Sect where she could feel at ease.

Su Qinghan walked to the stone table in the courtyard and sat down, placing the hanpo sword in her hand on the table.

The scabbard still retained dark red bloodstains, emitting a piercing chill.

Qi Yang skillfully started a small red clay stove, brewed a pot of coarse tea, and poured a cup for Su Qinghan.

"Is the situation at the border very chaotic?"

Qi Yang held the teacup and asked casually.

Su Qinghan picked up the teacup, took a sip, and nodded: "Very chaotic. The Tianluo Sect has gone mad. Not only have they dispatched a large number of elite Disciple, but they have also hired a group of desperadoes. One of our spirit mine veins at the border was ambushed, resulting in heavy casualties."

She paused, looking at the distant mountains with a low tone.

"The reason why Tianluo Sect is so crazy is because a Secret Realm controlled by them at the border is about to open. I heard that a top-grade water-type spiritual material named xuanshui true crystal is produced in that Secret Realm, which is of great use to Cultivators who Cultivate water-type Cultivation Technique, and they want to swallow it all by themselves."

"xuanshui true crystal?"

When Qi Yang heard these four words, a trace of sharp light flashed imperceptibly in his turbid old eyes.

This was a top-grade water-type spiritual material for constructing the Dao foundation!

It truly took no effort at all to find after breaking through iron shoes.

However, Qi Yang remained calm on the surface, only sighing cooperatively: "When immortals fight, Mortals suffer. In struggles between such experts, people at the bottom like us better stay far away."

Su Qinghan nodded deeply in agreement.

She felt a few exquisite jade boxes out of her Storage Pouch and pushed them in front of Qi Yang.

"These are a few rare poisonous herb seeds I captured on the battlefield. I know you usually like to tend to these flowers and plants. Keeping them in my hands is just a waste, so I'll give them to you."

Qi Yang's eyes lit up.

What he lacked most right now were all kinds of weird poisonous herb seeds. As long as there were seeds, the black gourd could turn them into top-grade Spirit Medicine.

"Many thanks for the Fairy's reward! This old man won't be polite."

Qi Yang smiled and put the jade box into his arms.

Su Qinghan didn't speak. She stood up, walked to the center of the courtyard, drew the hanpo sword, and began to practice sword techniques.

She had gained some insights on the battlefield and wanted to digest them taking this opportunity.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Ice-blue Sword Qi crisscrossed in the courtyard.

Su Qinghan's sword technique was open and close, and every sword carried an indomitable determination and tragic Evil Qi.

The surrounding air was cut into pieces by Sword Qi, and a few nether grass close to the courtyard wall were directly twisted into powder by the sword wind.

Qi Yang held the teacup and quietly watched Su Qinghan practice swordsmanship.

How venomous was his vision now? At a glance, he saw the flaws in Su Qinghan's sword technique.

This lass killed too heavily on the battlefield. Although her Sword Intent was fierce, it was too rigid and easy to break.

Blindly pursuing slaughter instead lost the smoothness and agility of the Dao of the sword.

If this goes on for a long time, it will inevitably hurt her own Meridians.

Qi Yang put down the teacup, walked slowly to the side of the medicine field, picked up a water ladle, scooped a ladle of water, and slowly poured it on the root of a nether grass.

"Fairy's sword technique is truly getting fiercer and fiercer."

Qi Yang didn't raise his head, saying casually while watering, "However, this old man has farmed all his life, but I do understand a hard truth."

Su Qinghan stopped the sword in her hand, turned to look at Qi Yang, a trace of doubt appearing in her eyes.

Qi Yang pointed at the nether grass under his feet, his tone calm.

"This nether grass likes shade and has a fierce temper. When watering, it must never be too fierce. If the water is too rapid and directly flushes the roots, the roots will break, and the grass will die."

"You have to follow its roots and slowly seep bit by bit. Water nourishes all things, and steady streams flow far; only then can this grass grow sturdily."

He raised his head, looking at Su Qinghan, his turbid eyes revealing a trace of profound meaning.

"Farming is like this, and the sword in hand is probably the same principle. Being too rigid makes it easy to break."

Su Qinghan trembled all over, her entire body as if struck by lightning.

Water nourishes all things, steady streams flow far... being too rigid makes it easy to break...

Qi Yang's seemingly superficial farming principle hit her heart heavily like morning bells and evening drums.

She closed her eyes, continuously replaying the sword technique she had just practiced in her mind.

Indeed, she was too eager for quick success and instant profit, blindly pursuing lethality while ignoring the coherence and toughness of the sword technique itself.

A moment later, Su Qinghan suddenly opened her eyes. The tragic Evil Qi on her body receded like a tide, and instead, she gained a deep and introverted sharpness.

The hanpo sword in her hand issued a crisp sword hum, as if responding to her insight.

"Many thanks for the guidance."

Su Qinghan solemnly nodded towards Qi Yang.

She increasingly felt that this seemingly ordinary old handyman possessed a wisdom that appeared foolish while being truly wise.

Qi Yang waved his hands repeatedly, looking flattered: "Fairy flatters this old man! This old man is just a farmer talking nonsense, talking nonsense."

Su Qinghan smiled slightly and didn't say anything more.

The two maintained a strange yet harmonious tacit understanding, not probing each other's details, yet supporting each other at critical moments.

The friction at the border between Xuantian Sect and Tianluo Sect intensified.

To cope with the pressure from the front line, the higher-ups of Xuantian Sect issued a compulsory conscription order, requiring various peaks of the inner Sect to select Disciple and take turns to station at the border.

The atmosphere of the entire inner Sect began to become tense.

Everyone knew that going to the border battlefield was a narrow escape of nine deaths and one life.

At noon that day, the withered wood door of the Nether Grass Field was kicked open by someone.

Zhang Hong, the new manager of the Spirit Plant House, swaggered in with two flunkies.

This Zhang Hong was a Qi Refining Tenth Layer Cultivator. Relying on having an inner Sect Elder as his backing, he lorded over the Spirit Plant House, being even more greedy and arrogant than Jiang Duosheng before.

Qi Yang was weeding in the courtyard with a hunched back. Seeing Zhang Hong enter, he put down his hoe and slowly went up to meet him.

"Manager Zhang's grand presence brings light to our humble place, pardon us for not welcoming you from afar."

Qi Yang was all smiles.

Zhang Hong covered his nose with disgust, didn't even look at Qi Yang, and directly threw a blood-red wooden plaque onto the ground.

"Old thing, your blessing has come. The Sect has issued a conscription order, and the Spirit Plant House also has to provide people. This Manager sees that you usually work quite hard, so I specially left this opportunity to go to the border to establish military merits for you. Tomorrow morning, report to the External Affairs Hall!"

Zhang Hong sneered repeatedly.

Qi Yang looked at the conscription order on the ground, a trace of icy killing intent flashing in his eyes.

This Zhang Hong obviously took benefits from others, or simply found him unpleasant to the eye, wanting to send him, this Qi Condensation Third Layer "old piece of trash," to the battlefield as cannon fodder.

If he went to the border, he wouldn't even know how he died.

Qi Yang didn't throw a fit, nor did he kneel down and beg for mercy like an ordinary handyman. He just subobediently bent down, picked up the blood-red wooden plaque, and said in a hoarse voice: "Since it is the arrangement of the Sect, this old man naturally obeys. Thank you for your trouble, Manager Zhang."

He had already calculated in his heart that tonight, under the dark night and high wind, he would sneak directly into Zhang Hong's Immortal Cave and reward him with a drop of blood-dissolving powder, making him disappear from this world silently.

Such an idiot who blocked his path to longevity must never be kept.