Chapter 5 — Thousand Years Waiting For Her

When I was a child, he brought home a strange girl. From then on, all of his father's mind techniques and exercises... he passed them on to her. On the surface, the disciples of Trac Thuy Tien Mon treated me respectfully and politely, calling me "little master". But deep down in their hearts, they all considered her to be the true daughter of the sect master. So, before I entered the Foundation Stage, I was all secretly studying on my own, groping forward in the dark. After entering Tieu Dao Sect, the techniques of the different circuits were inherently counterproductive to each other, so no one was willing to teach them to me. Only Hanh Hai occasionally teaches me a furry move or two. Up to now, worshiping Thanh Da... He doesn't even have a trace of spiritual power, so naturally he has nothing to pass on to me. Everyone says that I am a peerless talent, with an extraordinary innate bone,... But for so many years, no one has truly taught me. Listening to me finish, Thanh Da frowned slightly. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, the corners of his lips curled slightly. Then, he waved his hand: "Follow me." I followed him, going deep into an underground secret room. The place was quiet, pale light shone from the ceiling, dust accumulated over the years. When he opened the stone door, the scene inside made me stunned - There, piled up was not just spiritual energy, but scrolls of ancient bamboo scrolls, scrolls of strange mind magic, dense spiritual patterns, exuding an ancient and majestic aura. That quantity is even more than his huge aura warehouse! Thanh Da glanced at me slightly, his eyes curved, his voice gentle but serious: "Don't say I have nothing to teach. From now on... You will learn real exercises here." He stood in the secret room, searching for a long time, and finally gave me an ancient bamboo scroll, the cover covered with thick dust, with faint lines of spiritual lines on the surface. "This practice is very suitable for you. Practice diligently, with just time, you will definitely achieve Mahayana." I lowered my head to look at the book in my hand, then looked up at him. Thanh Da lazily leaned against the door frame, one arm crossed over his chest, the other playing with the little pig's reins, the corner of his lips curled slightly, his eyes filled with an unpredictable smile. At that moment, my heart trembled slightly. Thanh Da never lied to me. From the day I started cultivating that set of exercises, in just half a year, I went from being just in the early stages of Bamboo Foundation to directly entering the Yuan Anh realm! This speed - No one in the past, no one in the future. No one in the history of true cultivation has ever been able to achieve such an achievement. Although Thanh Da does not have a trace of spiritual power, he thoroughly understands the principles of applying the techniques, understands the mysteries, and with just a glimpse of my luck, he will immediately point out mistakes in every smallest detail. He sat next to him, looking lazy, his eyes half-closed, but every word he said hit the heart. It was as if — He had gone through all these realms a long time ago. I feel that this set of exercises is completely different from what I have learned before, as if it was born for me, perfectly fused with the immortal bones in my body. One time, I couldn't help but ask: "Master... where did this practice come from?" Thanh Da raised his head, raised one hand slightly, pointed straight to the sky, his voice was as gentle as the wind: "Down from the sky." I was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Master... you're exaggerating." When I entered the Nguyen Anh period, this news spread throughout Tieu Dao Sect. From then on, the people in the sect were startled to discover - That "old trash"... was not ordinary at all. He has no spiritual power, but holds in his hands countless peerless spiritual energy and heaven-defying techniques. It turns out... He's not that he doesn't have the ability, but he just doesn't want to show it off. In the past, despite his reputation as an ancestor, he was only invited out on important occasions... Besides, no one really respected him. Even the sect leader, if he remembers, calls him out to make a face, but if not, just ignore it. But since Thanh Da's reputation spread to all four directions, waves and waves arose - people came to him to worship him like water overflowing a dike. It's just... Thanh Da just smiled lazily and waved his hand to refuse: "My position... is too high. If I take on more disciples, I'm afraid it will cause chaos in the whole world." He did not accept anyone else, just randomly opened a few lectures, explaining the principles of cultivation, opening up mysteries, and saying principles that others could not even understand half of. Among the people who came running back and forth the most... was Ha Coc Tuyet. Even though Hanh Hai tried his best to teach her and personally brought her from a mortal cultivator to the Golden Dan stage, compared to me now... The distance has become a thousand feet deep. However, Ha Coc Tuyet was not willing. Every day she went to Thanh Da and begged him to teach her the techniques: "Ancestor, can you... show me a better set of mental techniques?" Her eyes were longing, but her tone contained concern. She knows clearly that Thanh Da has never taught me anything in front of others. But the results I achieved... made her unable to eat well and sleep restlessly... Thanh Da originally didn't like Ha Coc Tuyet. Every time she came to study, he would arbitrarily wave her away. But that day, Ha Coc Tuyet seemed to have made up her mind, she suddenly knelt down straight on the ground, bowed her head repeatedly, her voice choked up and begged: "Please, ancestor... teach me a set of mental techniques! I vow to remember this gratitude for the rest of my life!" Right at that moment, Hanh Hai walked over to find her. As soon as he saw the scene of Ha Coc Tuyet kneeling before Thanh Da, his face immediately turned black, his eyes as deep as ice hiding thunder. The hem of his white robe gently waved, he flicked his sleeve, coldly turned around, without saying a word, leaving only a stream of cold air that made the whole space stagnate. Before I could finish watching this funny drama, the sect master called me. He said, in the Northwest, there are monsters causing trouble, and told me to help senior brother go there to suppress the monsters. Hearing this, I immediately felt a surge of momentum in my heart, wishing I could immediately ride my sword and fly out of the sect: "Finally... finally, I have a chance to act righteously!" Up until now, I've only trained with the wind every day, hitting the void, feeling like I have a belly of spiritual energy but can't find a place to release it. This time… I can finally fight in real combat! 6 The result… That “little demon beast”… was too weak. One of my swords swung down, the demon beast let out a miserable cry, and before it could struggle, it turned into ashes. Really… not satisfying at all. So after that quick battle, my senior brother and I leisurely roamed the mountains for two months, touring the mountains and water, enjoying a few days of freedom. It wasn't until I returned to the mountain that I remembered... Over the past two months, I carefully chose to buy a gift to give to Thanh Da, thinking he would definitely like it. But As soon as I passed through the door of Thanh Da hospital, before I could even call out "master", I smelled the strong smell of blood. {Read full on page Nguyet Hoa Cac} At that moment, my heart was shocked and I quickly ran inside. Before my eyes was a scene that made my heart feel like someone was strangling me: Thanh Da's face was pale, her lips were as white as snow, she was leaning against the bed, as if she had little strength left. Next to him, the sect master was personally feeding him medicine. Thanh Da slightly tilted his head, his voice was hoarse, so weak that it was almost inaudible: "Thousands of times... don't let Am Nghi know about this..." I stood right outside, hearing every word clearly. My eyes flashed, I immediately pushed the door open and walked in: "Don't tell me what?" At that moment, Thanh Da froze slightly, his action of taking the medicine stopped in mid-air. He turned his head, his deep dark eyes looked at me quietly, then slightly curled his lips, revealing a weak but gentle smile: "My child... you're back." But when I looked at him, my heart felt like something was tightening to the point that it was hard to breathe. The image of a pioneer man, always lazy and carefree, now lies there weakly, completely different from his previous elegant appearance. My eyes were suddenly stinging, my rims were wet, my voice was hoarse: "Who... Who dares to hurt my master like this?!" Thanh Da gently closed his eyes, smiling faintly, carrying a bit of mischief: "It's nothing... I... was hunting, I encountered a... wild boar." Me: “…”