【Saving others from dire straits】
【When everyone else refused to touch this hot potato, you resolutely took the baby girl into your arms and raised her as your own younger sister】
【To easily obtain breast milk, you came to live in Qinyin Village at the foot of the sect's mountain for a period of time】
【The people here were very friendly, and nearby neighbors often came to help, even teaching you some parenting tips. The only flaw was that they always asked about your and the child's origins, to which you would always smile, shake your head, and remain silent.】
【Your sect allowance always seemed to be a bit more than others', which you later heard was specially ordered by the sect master】
【Your cultivation progressed rapidly, and you have already stepped into the Golden Core stage】
【You raised your younger sister to be healthy. Fortunately, the Corrosive Pill Flame Spirit Curse had not flared up, but this curse was extremely sinister and malevolent; you could feel the damage it was doing to your sister's physical foundation】
【The sect rules stated that children at the age of six could enter the academy. You decided to take your sister back to the sect and set about finding a way to lift the curse mark】
【You shared your idea with your sister, and she readily agreed to your proposal, feeling that as long as she was with you, it didn't matter where you went】
【You named your sister Ye Youning】
……
Five years seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye.
Perhaps because of the simulator, Ye Feng always felt that time flew by, just like pressing the ESC button while playing a game, skipping the plot all at once.
Inside an antique bamboo house.
Having been uninhabited for a long time, the interior was already covered in a thick layer of dust, which was clearly visible under the illumination of sunlight. Ye Feng looked at the somewhat dilapidated bamboo house before him, sighed softly, formed a hand seal with one hand, and lightly tapped his finger.
The broom seemed to be endowed with life, moving nimbly through every corner of the house under the control of Ye Feng's spiritual power. Wherever the broom passed, the dust was gathered together, obediently forming a pile.
"Ye Feng!"
A childish, milky voice came from behind.
Ye Feng felt his body sink as a round, rosy cheek pressed against him.
"You're being mischievous again! You should call me elder brother, do you remember?" Ye Feng's face was full of doting affection as he gently set the girl on his back down.
"I am not being mischievous!" Hearing this, Ye Youning immediately pouted her little mouth, resembling a wronged crescent moon.
"Look, Ye Feng, what is this?" The young girl raised her fair little hand, slowly unclenching her tightly clenched fist, and stood on her tiptoes as much as possible, as if she were holding the one and only rare treasure in this world.
"This is a spiritual leaf that Youning just picked over there!" Perhaps fearing that Ye Feng wouldn't see it clearly, the girl added, "It's red, and looks like a human palm!"
Her bright, lively eyes locked firmly onto Ye Feng's face, full of anticipation.
"A maple leaf?"
Understanding the situation, Ye Feng feigned astonishment and said, "This leaf is extraordinary; Youning, you must keep it safe."
The young girl smiled brightly and solemnly stuffed the leaf into Ye Feng's palm. "I'm giving it to you! But... you can't have it for nothing; you must grant me one request."
"What request?" Ye Feng laughed in spite of himself, knowing that whenever the girl showed courtesy for no reason, she definitely wanted something.
"Teach me cultivation!" Hearing this, Ye Feng couldn't help but be stunned.
Recalling earlier, considering the long distance and fearing that Ye Youning's body wouldn't be able to endure the arduous journey, he had weighed his options and decided to take his sister up the mountain on a flying sword.
During the flight, Ye Youning had been full of yearning and asked if she could learn it too. At the time, to comfort his sister, he had casually agreed to teach her when he had time, never expecting that his sister had kept the matter in mind all along.
But... Ye Feng gently patted Ye Youning's head. "Cultivation depends on talent; not everyone can cultivate."
Ye Youning hurriedly interrupted, "I know, I have to wait until I grow up to test my talent, right? You have to keep your word!"
Ye Feng nodded slightly, looked up at the deepening night outside the window, and softly said, "It's getting late, Youning. Hurry up and tidy up to get some rest."
Ye Youning gave a crisp response, skipped into the house, ran a few steps to the bedside, threw herself onto the bed, and then quickly got back up, muttering "Youning hasn't brushed her teeth yet" as she busied herself.
Standing outside the house, Ye Feng looked at the energetic figure of the girl inside, shook his head helplessly, though a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.
The night was as thick as ink, and a black figure flashed out of the cabin like a ghost. Ye Feng landed on the ground, raised a hand to wipe his forehead as if to wipe away nonexistent sweat, and muttered to himself, "What on earth is wrong with this little girl? Why is she so obsessed with cultivation?" After pondering for a moment, he slowly shook his head again. "It's normal, though. Back when I hadn't transmigrated, just looking at text descriptions made me yearn for this path of immortality; let alone her having personally experienced the wonder of flying on a sword, it's only natural for her to yearn for it. I'll put this matter on hold for now and wait for a suitable opportunity to figure it out."
"Let's not talk about that. I haven't seen Master in a long time; I wonder how his health has been lately." The sound of the wind whistling past his ears, Ye Feng thought to himself silently.
"Could there be any news about the Corrosive Pill Flame Spirit Curse...?"