My Wife Is A Sword Immortal

Chapter 38: Chapter 35 Mountain Carrying Volume
 

Liu Sanbian frowned as he looked at the “Ant Ascending Heaven Technique” transcribed on the paper in his hand.

It was written in a bold and powerful style of small script.

At this moment, what surprised Liu Sanbian was not the beautiful calligraphy—since he had long known of the scholar’s exceptional skills.

“Little Brother, where did you obtain this ‘Ant Ascending Heaven Technique’?”

“Ahem, it’s a family heirloom. What about it, is there something wrong with this cultivation technique?”

“Ah, Little Brother’s ancestors must have been remarkable people!” Liu Sanbian expressed his amazement, he looked up at the unchanging smile of the young scholar in front of him, and suddenly recalled something. Since Zhao family’s main branch occupied the imperial elector position in the Human Clan of the Fu Yao Realm, they truly had extraordinary ancestors, and this improved version of the ‘Ant Ascending Heaven Technique,’ that he had never seen in the market, might very well be the Zhao family’s secret transmission.

Listening to this, Zhao Rong felt something was off. How had his generational rank apparently become oddly lower in front of this person?

“Hmph, he does have some insight. What I’ve modified, is more than just extraordinary. Heh, I guess descendants can no longer make further improvements. Ah, am I closing off a path again? Lovely disciple, you must cultivate diligently, and not let down the great expectations of your ancestor!” Gui’s prideful voice emerged once again.

“Lovely disciple talking about who?”

“Talking about you.”

“Right, lovely disciple talking about me.”

“You, you, how absurd!”

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Zhao Rong felt very bored, ready to choke out any plot with ease, presenting no challenge; although he conceded that in aspects of cultivation, whether it be talent or perceptiveness, he might lag far behind Gui by ten thousand times, he was confident in his argumentative skills. From surviving the explosive era of information in his previous life and the tempering by many “Daoist friends,” he could easily dominate the snobbish and caustic Sword Spirit inside him.

“Oh, when will you learn? Still thinking about defeating me in a verbal spar? Who were you before your demise, so competitive?”

“Hmph, just you wait.”

Zhao Rong sneered, glancing at Liu Sanbian, still deep in thought over the improved cultivation technique. He had previously promised him to deliver something to the most southern part of Wangque Continent to Yunshui Cave in Lihuo Country, and to personally hand it to the boy named Qingshan.

With this in mind, Zhao Rong felt somewhat helpless; now besides delivering jade and letters, there was something else he still didn’t know about that he had to dispatch—how did he end up like a postman?

Reborn as a Courier in Another World?

Isn’t there a relay station for sending letters and transmitting items on the mountain? Previously at Zangzhou Harbor, he seemed to have seen a swordshop capable of sending letters via flying swords—well, maybe Mr. Fang and Brother Sanbian felt it was safer to trust someone with the task. However, according to Brother Sanbian, there was no rush to deliver his item, so he would carry it with him for now and wait for an opportunity to visit Yunshui Cave later, like possibly needing to board a ship back home from Lihuo Country.

Zhao Rong silently planned in his mind. He was accustomed to organizing his path and goals, big or small, arranging and setting them up in advance, and then managing his time to progressively achieve them.

“Hiss, it can be changed like this? After this modification, crossing over that hurdle I could never circumvent before seems easy…”

“Little Brother Zhao, this improved ‘Ant Ascending Heaven Technique’ is far more exquisite than the mainstream version on the market. Although I’m not yet at the level of comprehending the root and improving cultivation techniques, I do have the eye to judge the quality of a Foundation Establishment Skill,” Liu Sanbian sighed as he put down the improved manuscript that seemed unbelievable to him. “The Zhao ancestors really had high insight. Who knows when the next person who can improve this manuscript will appear.”

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, steering away from the topic. “Brother Sanbian, how are your considerations? Could you possibly guide this little brother in the Ascending Realm?”

After finishing, Zhao Rong gave a bitter smile. “I must confess, my aptitude is dull, and I know nothing of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians or the Twelve Meridians. I don’t even know how many acupuncture points there are. If I were to train on my own, I’m afraid I might not even find the entrance.”

“Even if little brother Zhao doesn’t help Sanbian deliver things, Sanbian would still help. However…” Liu Sanbian leaned forward, his large, calloused hands resting on his legs, his expression stern as he looked at the frail scholar before him. “Are you sure you want to take the martial path of the Martial Artist in the Ascending Realm and temper your physique? Sanbian is a rough man; my hands and feet are not gentle. I can only try to make it as comfortable as possible for you. But since you have made your decision, at least in this realm, in Sanbian’s eyes, you are a Martial Artist and must be honed to the standards of one.”

“And to us Martial Artists, pain is the least valuable thing!”

Liu Sanbian chuckled softly, “My child, Qingshan, also could not endure hardship and chose instead to study. Ha, he always clamored about becoming a top-ranked Martial Artist, who could punch holes through the heavens. Yet, when I first worked his bones, he rolled on the ground in pain and afterward obediently heeded my advice to attend private school. Ha, that silly boy.”

Zhao Rong, looking at the opposite man’s “terrifying” solemn face, felt as if he were facing a wild beast that had just found the most delicious food. In a flash, his heart instinctively wanted to recoil, but the next second he felt ashamed. Thinking of his initial resolution, Gui’s earnest promise, and the condescending looks from those on the boat above, a fierce fire lit up in his heart, and a radiant smile appeared on his lips.

This was the unyielding spirit that toughens when faced with toughness; this was a perverse intensity that became fiercer when met with harshness.

Gui said, due to his innate poor talent, to pass through the Ascending Realm, one could choose between the showy but superficial method of consuming pills and soaking in medicated baths, or the solid and earnest path of a true Martial Artist. Laughing, he suggested choosing the former and sincerely said he would never look down on Young Master Zhao for it.

Liu Sanbian, watching the scholar who had not replied but whose eyes gleamed, received his answer.

“Very well, Sanbian understands. There is still a long way to travel to Great Wei. In this time, Sanbian will do his best to help you begin, aiming to reach through the three stages of the Ascending Realm: Golden Stone, Clear Void, and Vibrant Garment, and help you to discover your Qi Sensing, step into Clear Void, and set you on the right path. But the path ahead can only be walked by you alone.”

Zhao Rong listened intently, committing the words to his heart.

Liu Sanbian nodded, returned the piece of paper to Zhao Rong, and gently patted him on the shoulder, causing the latter’s shoulder to sink, though he clenched his teeth and straightened back up.

Liu Sanbian frowned slightly. “Young brother, your bones are too light, and your meridians seem inherently weak, what a pity. However, it’s no matter; you can continue to progress in the Ascending Realm. It’s just the Fu Yao Realm that…”

Liu Sanbian did not continue, but he saw the understanding in Zhao Rong’s eyes. He was slightly stunned and then smiled, gaining a deeper insight into the scholar before him.

“Since it’s like this, you must take this path in the Ascending Realm, at least it will add a sliver of hope for your future Realm Breakthrough.”

“I’ll have to rely on brother Sanbian then,” Zhao Rong said sincerely.

“I checked and we are not far from a mountain market. Let us first detour there. I need to prepare some things for you before we depart again,” Liu Sanbian arranged, and after a moment of thought, he took out a cloth bag from a pendant on his chest. Opening it, he carefully took out an ancient, yellowed book about an inch thick and handed it to Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong took it with both hands, looking curiously at it. The cover was plain black, with three ancient, large characters on it.

Su Xiaoxiao, who had been fanning Zhao Rong, moved closer out of curiosity and read softly,

“Mountain Carrying…”

She made a sour face and stretched out a delicate finger. “How do you read this one?”

“Volume,” Zhao Rong replied softly.

“Mountain Carrying Volume.”