He truly valued this young girl's talent, but in swordsmanship, sometimes diligent hard work was even more important than innate ability.

When Qin Shu heard his words, she immediately realized the misunderstanding and quickly clasped her hands to explain, "Master, it's not that I can't do it, it's just that..."

Her brows furrowed. "Disciple has never counted. I train my sword every day from sunrise until the moon rises. When tired, I rest a bit, but I don't delay much. I estimate I definitely reach over a thousand strikes a day."

Master Wangjian could barely contain the corners of his lips from twitching. This... this...

She not only had talent but also diligence! Finally, there was someone outstanding among the young generation of Xuanyan Sect!

"Not bad, never slack off just because you have talent. You've done well." He forced himself to respond calmly, but only he knew how turbulent his heart was at this moment.

Working from dawn till dusk? He had never seen anyone train swords like this.

"If you train so much every day, do your arms hurt?" Master Wangjian asked.

As someone who had been through it himself, he even developed a massage technique to help. Seeing how hardworking this little disciple was, he intended to teach her.

To his surprise, the little girl shook her head, her high ponytail swaying with her movements.

"Disciple has a wood spiritual root. When my arms ache, I just circulate wood spiritual energy, and it eases."

Master Wangjian: "..."

He was a bit envious, but he wouldn't admit it.

Back when he trained, he endured all the pain himself.

Yet it wasn't over. Qin Shu suddenly looked up at him with a grin and asked, "Master, I recently got a medicinal bath formula. It not only soothes sore muscles but also replenishes energy and aids body refinement. Would Master like a copy?"

Master Wangjian blinked. Now was not the time to be reserved.

"Yes!" he replied immediately.

While he didn't need it at his level, his thousands of disciples certainly would.

Qin Shu, always straightforward, pulled out a sheet of rice paper from her storage ring and started writing.

Master Wangjian leaned over curiously; it wasn't common to see someone carrying paper, let alone ordinary paper.

But as soon as Qin Shu wrote two words, his lips twitched.

"How about... let me write it instead?"

Finally, he found something this little disciple wasn't good at!

Qin Shu also knew her handwriting was rough. Without hesitation, she stepped aside and handed him the brush.

Qin Shu read aloud, and Master Wangjian wrote.

As the ingredients piled up, the smile on Master Wangjian's face grew wider.

Their sword sect was notoriously poor. If refining body-enhancing medicine was too expensive, most would just endure soreness. But this list? These herbs were all cheap!

"I'll have someone post this at the task hall. This way, the disciples can see it while accepting missions," Master Wangjian said.

Qin Shu added, "Master, since most of our sect practices swordsmanship, I humbly suggest building two bathhouses—one for men and one for women—and assigning someone to brew the bath daily. That way, there won't be competition or price hikes for herbs, and it won't waste everyone's time."

Master Wangjian's hand trembled. He burst out laughing. "So clever for someone so young. Your ideas are endless."

Qin Shu chuckled. She wasn't scheming—just thinking how convenient it would be to soak after refining her body. No more boiling water and making decoctions herself.

This was the cultivation world, after all. A simple cleaning spell could solve hygiene issues.

Master Wangjian immediately sent word for two disciples to dig the bathhouses.

Qin Shu waited until he finished, then respectfully said, "Master, I have one more matter to discuss."

Master Wangjian raised a brow. "Speak."

"My senior brother Cheng Yan... also wishes to join the Sword Sect. Might that be possible?"

"Sure," Master Wangjian interrupted without hesitation. "No better time than the present."

Qin Shu beamed and messaged Cheng Yan on the spot.

Cheng Yan arrived quickly, flying on his sword and attracting many onlookers.

But no one knew he came to formally switch sects.

Shortly after, Master Lingxu arrived as well, his voice booming before he even landed. "Wangjian, you dare poach my disciples?!"

Qin Shu and Cheng Yan stood side by side, looking downcast like two scolded quails.

Meanwhile, Master Wangjian sat comfortably, sipping tea gifted by Cheng Yan. He even exaggerated a satisfied sigh. "Tea offered by my disciple tastes especially sweet."

Master Lingxu was fuming. "Stealing one disciple was bad enough, but two?! This won't stand! Wangjian, you and I are going to see the sect leader!"

But Wangjian wasn't fazed. Holding the small tea cup, he replied calmly, "Lingxu, these two have exceptional talent. No matter how much you give, you can't teach them everything they want to learn alone. Teaching them together will only benefit them. Why so narrow-minded at your age?"

Master Lingxu knew full well that without his tacit approval, these two wouldn't have dared switch sects.

Still, it annoyed him. He shot them a glare. "You two! Still standing there? Hurry and follow me!"

Without hesitation, Qin Shu followed obediently. The Sword Sect might be great, but it didn't have half a spiritual vein like her mountain! Twilight was coming, and it was time to return and cultivate.

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