The time for sunrise has passed, and that light capable of penetrating all obstacles gradually becomes ordinary.
Inside the room, the Daoist Nunâs dwelling is dim, with only a single oil lamp burning slowly.
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Outside the guest courtyard of the Sword Hall.
"Changâan pays respects to Teacher."
Xu Changâan stood at a distance and respectfully bowed towards the main building, then straightened up and quietly waited for permission.
"..."
Inside the room, the Daoist Nun looked at the young man under the locust tree.
During this time, Xu Changâan quietly stood in front of the door, not taking another step forward.
As the wind blew, the yellow cicada fluttered its wings, causing the flowers and grass in the courtyard to rustle. The chaotic sounds made the Daoist Nunâs eyelashes tremble, and she then regained her focus.
She raised her hand and flicked her sleeve, emitting a True Yuan strike onto the Copper Bell. When the Copper Bell rang, it permitted Xu Changâan to enter the room.
In the distance.
Upon hearing the bellâs sound, the young man finally started moving again, heading toward the small courtyard.
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Since it was morning, Xu Changâan did not go to the school as before but instead, head straight to the Daoist Nunâs dwelling, familiar with the path.
On the road, Xu Changâanâs expression seemed calm, yet... upon hearing the bell, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The moment of waiting earlier had made his heart quite uneasy.
It had been a long time since he had seen Teacher; although Teacher had said he could come to her with troubles, coming immediately... was somewhat rude.
Moreover, he had accepted the reward given by Teacher.
So he was truly worried about being rejected by Teacher again, but fortunately...
Xu Changâan smiled.
Teacher was still someone who honored her promises.
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Xu Changâan passed through the school, facing a plain two-story small building, looking no different from the structures of ordinary people in Beisang City, perhaps even simpler, considered a rather "humble" courtyard within the Immortal Sect.
The front courtyard had no flowers or plants, only clean blue stone paving and a broom by the wall.
When arriving in front of the house, he did not see the silhouette of the Daoist Nun, Xu Changâan paused slightly before pushing open the painted wooden door of the building, entering the first floor of her small building.
Xu Changâan had been inside before.
The arrangement here hadnât changed at all compared to a year ago; the candlelight on the first floor flickered slightly, he shook his head lightly at the sight of the accumulated oil.
The fact that he used dustproof clothing and even Lian Yunqian used the Immortal Sectâs Fire Stone, yet this Teacher of his still donned a worn-out Daoist Robe, illuminating with a simple oil lamp.
Xu Changâan ascended the stairs, arriving on the second floor.
The door to the room was open.
Faced with a faint sandalwood scent, beyond the curling blue smoke, a Daoist Nun was sitting at the table having her morning tea.
Still wearing an extremely neat and simple Daoist Robe, her waist-length hair was gathered, tied into a crown, with a black ribbon.
Xu Changâan stopped outside the room, bowed, and said, "The student greets Teacher."
"Hmm."
The Daoist Nun put down the teacup, looked at the young man outside, and calmly said, "Come in, what are you standing there for?"
"Yes." Xu Changâan hesitated slightly, then crossed the threshold.
To a cultivator like Teacher, the place she lived was called a Quiet Room, not a womanâs boudoir.
"Lift your head, stand upright." The Daoist Nun suddenly said.
Xu Changâan instinctively straightened his posture, looking at the Daoist Nun at the table.
The woman before him had an extremely ordinary appearance, her demeanor understated, yet she exerted considerable pressure on Xu Changâan; perhaps... when he initially started cultivating, she often tapped his palm with a ruler.
The Daoist Nun examined the young man before her, her solemn demeanor slightly quickening Xu Changâanâs heartbeat.
Soon, a surprised look finally appeared in the Daoist Nunâs eyes: "You... were you so handsome before?"
She remembered Xu Changâanâs previous looks being quite charming yet definitely not of the current form; getting closer revealed his pair of bright, glowing eyes.
Open Source Open Source, revealing the true appearance.
Hence, this current appearance is his real self.
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Handsome...
The meaning is, she hadnât properly looked at his face before.
Xu Changâanâs eye twitched slightly, helplessly said, "Teacher, I became like this after breaking through the Open Source Realm... gained quite a bit of softness."
"This doesnât count as softness." The Daoist Nun shook her head: "Looking now, you indeed have an immortal presence."
"Immortal... Immortal?" Xu Changâan froze again.
His aptitude was poor back then, often troubling Teacher; though not to the point of being scorned as a fool, the praise of an immortal presence coming from the Daoist Nun made Xu Changâan feel somewhat unreal.
He momentarily didnât know what to say.
The Daoist Nun looked at this refreshing, seemingly Daoist Canon-like young man before her, saying, "Turns out... youâre no longer a child."
Talking in front of the Sect Leader that heâs a good boy, looking again, it was surely her mistake.
Upon hearing this, Xu Changâanâs expression became much more serious: "I will always be your student."
He told Miss Yun, people face different persons with different expressions, he does the same.
"Always?" The Daoist Nun heard this, a hint of helplessness in her eyes: "Cultivators shouldnât say such things, need to bond affinity."
"A teacher for one day, a father for..." Xu Changâan was about to say.
"Enough." The Daoist Nun looked at Xu Changâanâs serious demeanor, interrupting him.
A teacher is just a teacher, quite different from a master.
She believed she hadnât taught Xu Changâan any significant, extraordinary knowledge, merely the cultivation basics, hence couldnât be his master.
A teacher for a day, a father for life was even out of discussion.
Besides, she would be a mother.
Then who would be the father?
She had no Daoist companion.
...
The Daoist Nun picked up the teacup in her hand, pointed at the opposite side of the table, and asked, "Would you like some tea?"
Xu Changâan shook his head.
"You also stood at the Sword Hall earlier, if I hadnât heard you or called you inside, what would you have done?" The Daoist Nun took a sip of tea and looked at Xu Changâan.
"Stand there and wait." Xu Changâan replied.
"Why not knock on the door?" The Daoist Nun raised her eyes.
"A student doesnât need to knock."
"You can knock, the Jade Talisman is your door-knocker." The Daoist Nun pointed at the Jade Talisman next to the sachet on Xu Changâanâs waist.
"That would be for outsiders then." Xu Changâanâs expression was earnest, considering himself part of the Sword Hall, certainly not having the rationale of using the Jade Talisman like a visitor.
"Moreover, upon knocking, can Teacher hear?"
The Daoist Nun shook her head: "Canât hear."
"Then why ask me to knock?"
"Others must knock the door."
"If Teacher doesnât hear, what about the one who knocks?"
The Daoist Nun earnestly replied: "Go back."
Xu Changâan took a deep breath: "If you want me to go back, a word is enough."
He knew Teacher most feared trouble, so he was mentally prepared for dislike due to his arrival.
A teacher refusing a student doesnât need to waste so many words.
"Thereâs no intention of asking you to leave."
The Daoist Nun calmly said: "I take back what I said earlier, you donât even have a bit of Qi Cultivation Skill... truly still a child."