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Chapter 1388

Several hours passed quietly amidst the shifting aurora borealis.

The gap at the top of the cave still held faint traces of the laws, and the interwoven gold and black light marks, like solidified lightning, lingered for a long time. As the stone door, concealed by vines, slowly opened inward, a completely different aura rushed out.

Qin He walked out slowly, his dark robes fluttering without wind, the edges shimmering with tiny starlight.

His hair was even blacker than before, and when it fell to his shoulders, a few strands of pale gold occasionally slipped down from the ends.

Deep within his eyes, the phantom of the Demon Cloud Millstone intertwined with the golden and black pillars of light. At a glance, it seemed as if stars were being born and dying, and laws were flowing, yet all the outward sharpness had been concealed, leaving only a kind of tranquility that returned to simplicity.

The air around him seemed to become a part of him, and with every move he made, the aurora seemed to move in rhythm with him, and even the bluestone under his feet seemed to gleam with a faint, warm luster.

That was a sign of the fusion of law and body; the foundation of the Other Shore Realm was already fully revealed in him.

Long Qingyao stood beside the vines, holding a food box in her hand, the star pattern embroidered on the hem of her clothes shining slightly in the morning light.

Upon seeing Qin He emerge, she quickly stepped forward, her cheeks slightly flushed, but her usual timidity was gone, replaced by a look of unwavering certainty in her eyes: "Senior Qin."

Qin He nodded, his gaze falling on the food box in her hand, and he could already smell the faint fragrance.

"Is the apprenticeship ceremony ready?"

"Hmm." Long Qingyao handed over the food box, her voice clear and crisp. "These are all common ingredients from the village. I learned to cook them from Aunt Zhang. I don't know if they suit your taste, senior."

The two entered the stone pavilion next to the cave. Long Qingyao carefully opened the food box, and four dishes and a soup were neatly arranged on the bluestone table.

A plate of stir-fried star wheat sprouts, vibrant green and glistening with dewdrops, their delicate essence flowing gently along the edges; a plate of braised sweet potatoes, crispy on the outside and soft and glutinous on the inside, the sauce made by simmering spring water and mountain peppers, rich in aroma yet not pungent; a plate of cold-dressed aurora mushrooms, their caps shimmering with a pale purple halo, paired with homemade vinegar sauce, refreshing and not greasy; and a plate of steamed star potatoes, golden in color, with sugar crystals oozing from the cut surfaces.

In the very center is a bowl of mushroom soup. The soup is clear and bright, with a few thin slices of mushroom and a few plump wild dates floating in it. A very thin layer of oil floats on the surface of the soup, which has obviously been carefully skimmed off.

“All the ingredients were picked this morning. The star wheat seedlings had to be picked before the morning dew dried, and the aurora mushrooms had to be found in the crevices of the rocks, otherwise the spiritual energy would dissipate,” Long Qingyao explained softly, her fingertips slightly gripping the hem of her clothes. “The soup simmered for two hours. Aunt Zhang said that slow simmering brings out the freshness.”

Qin He picked up his wooden chopsticks, took a bite of star wheat sprouts, and savored their sweetness with a hint of aurora-like luster. The texture was crisp and tender, without a trace of roughness. He tried several other dishes in succession, each one perfectly prepared, revealing meticulous care.

"Not bad, unique and rare!" Qin He put down his chopsticks and looked at Long Qingyao. "Now that the apprenticeship gift has been prepared, the master-disciple relationship is settled."

Upon hearing this, Long Qingyao immediately stood up, knelt down and bowed to Qin He with standard and solemn movements: "Disciple Long Qingyao greets Master."

"Alright, get up." Qin He raised his hand, and a gentle force helped her up. "I don't have many rules, so don't be too reserved. Now that you've become my disciple, I will teach you the methods of cultivation. Tell me, what do you want to learn? Swordsmanship, magic, or physical training, you can tell me anything."

Long Qingyao shook her head, her eyes filled with a hint of confusion: "What I have learned is the family's Water Cloud Technique. My cultivation level has improved relatively quickly, but I have not yet decided on my natal magic weapon. My cultivation methods are mostly foundation-strengthening and breakthrough techniques."

As she spoke, she took out a three-foot jade sword from the ring on her hand. The sword was light blue, with a warm and smooth texture, as if it were carved from a single piece of jade. There were no complicated patterns on the sword, only a small character "Qing" engraved on the hilt.

“This is the Azure Marrow Sword, left to me by my parents. It is said to be forged from the Azure Marrow Jade from the coldest lands, which can nourish the sword’s intent.” Long Qingyao held the hilt of the sword, her fingertips gently stroking the blade. “Every time I hold it, I feel at peace. Perhaps… my natal magic weapon will be destined to be with the sword.”

Qin He's gaze fell on the Azure Marrow Sword, and he nodded.

Long Qingyao comes from a prominent family, and her cultivation path is different from that of ordinary cultivators. Simply put, she first uses various resources to solidify her foundation, quickly improve her realm, and soar to great heights. Only after reaching a certain realm will she find the cultivation path that best suits her.

The sword before me, though not a top-grade spiritual treasure, contains pure spiritual energy, and its blade subtly resonates with the power of the aurora borealis between heaven and earth. It is indeed a good sword suitable for nurturing sword intent.

He pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "Swordsmanship? I have that!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin He condensed a wisp of pale golden law power at his fingertips and gently touched Long Qingyao's brow.

Long Qingyao felt a sudden boom in her mind, and countless pieces of information surged in like a tide. She seemed to hear the ancient sword chants in her ears, and saw a scene of soaring clouds and flowing stars flashing before her eyes.

"This is the Azure Cloud Sword Manual, an unparalleled sword manual originating from the mythical era. It emphasizes soaring straight to the ninth heaven and understanding the natural world through sword enlightenment." Qin He's voice carried a hint of admiration. "I obtained it by chance, and passing it on to you today is also a matter of serendipity."

Long Qingyao was immersed in the profound mystery of the sword technique, her mind and spirit were shaken.

The Azure Cloud Sword Manual is divided into nine levels, each containing a completely different artistic conception.

The first level, Azure Cloud Dawn, is like the dawn breaking through the clouds, its sharpness fully revealed; the second level, Clouds Roll and Unroll, is a sword technique that is unpredictable and ever-changing, like flowing clouds and water; the third level, Azure Sky One Strike, concentrates a thousand pounds of power into a single sword strike, its momentum unstoppable; the fourth level, Azure Cloud Illusion Step... the ninth level, Azure Cloud Sword Heart, is a sword heart that is clear and bright, and one with the Dao.

This sword technique is intertwined with the winds and clouds, following the natural way. It requires questioning the heavens with the sword, and even more so, questioning the heart with the sword. The brilliance of the sword's edge is enough to astound heaven and earth and make ghosts and gods weep. Upon reaching the ninth level of perfection, one can become a generation of sword immortal, roaming freely between heaven and earth.

"This...this sword technique is too profound!" Long Qingyao came back to her senses, her face full of shock, her voice trembling slightly, "What virtue or ability does this disciple possess to receive such a supreme sword technique from Master?"

"You are destined for the sword, and with the Azure Marrow Sword to assist you, this sword technique is a perfect match for you." Qin He's tone was calm, but it carried an undeniable certainty. "Cultivate it well, do not let this sword technique down, and do not let yourself down."

Just then, a faint fluctuation of law suddenly came from the sky. Although it was thousands of miles away, Qin He instantly caught it.

He looked up towards the south, and the calmness in his eyes was instantly replaced by coldness.

That was the aura of the Divine Punishment Division, and it was even stronger than before. Dogs have a keen sense of smell.

Even the slightest unusual sign of a breakthrough can be detected and detected.