Chapter 64: Talent Visible to the Naked Eye

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"Little brother, I never asked you before. Did you go to the Cultivation Technique Pavilion to retrieve a manual? Did you get it now?"

"I suppose I did. From now on, I need to dedicate myself to true cultivation."

As important as it was to savor the brocaded perch, he still remembered that he was, after all, a cultivator.

If his strength was inadequate, a long-legged princess like the Fourth Princess might just beat him to death.

Besides, the Entry Meditation stage was indeed too low.

Today, Little Lady Ye was dressed lightly, her complexion tinged with an unusual flush as she clutched a piece of ice in her hand. In recent days, Gu Yi had been preoccupied with his own affairs, and because Little Lady Ye seemed well, he had largely neglected her.

Yet her body was still unwell.

"Little Lady… have you given any more thought to that matter?"

"The Biyang Technique, you mean?"

She was certainly conflicted.

The candlelight flickered in the room, and neither of them knew what to say.

"Since I was young, I could cook. My father always told me that if I didn't learn to do chores, my future husband would find me wanting. From that moment, I always believed I would marry one day. Even now that I have money, I still think I will marry someone."

"I never met my mother, and my father died early. I long for family, and if I practice the Biyang Technique, I'll become so strange that nobody would want to approach me. I'd be condemned to live the rest of my life alone."

Gu Yi’s finger twitched ever so slightly. "You spoke of family, but didn’t mention your little brother—me?"

Little Lady Ye paused, her smile awkward.

"What are you saying, little brother? Didn’t I just find you?"

"That's true. But practicing the Biyang Technique really is as you say; it doesn't harm the body much, but…"

There was no need to say more.

"Little Lady, do you have someone in your heart? If you do, this really wouldn't be good."

"I’ve been bedridden for two years, known throughout Luyang as someone with little time left. Who would care for me? How could I dare care for anyone?"

Gu Yi joked, "I believe the second half, but not the first. Little Lady, you’re so lovely—there must be many who like you. For them, hearing you’d practice the Biyang Technique would be like a bolt from the blue."

At these words, Little Lady Ye’s expression shifted.

Gu Yi’s heart skipped a beat. "There really is someone?"

Poor child.

"Little Lady, did you tell him about the Biyang Technique?"

"Apart from Yue’er, only the three of us know." Little Lady Ye nervously twisted her hands. "As for that person… he’s also at Luyang Academy, but with the turmoil in the Northern Territory, the Vice Dean took him and a few others away."

"But honestly, my hesitation isn't entirely because of him. I just truly don’t want to. Little brother, is there really no other way?"

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Gu Yi genuinely pitied Little Lady Ye.

But strangely, he also felt sorry for that other fellow.

To go away and return to find the one you care for changed—what a blow that must be.

"If there were any other way, I would try it," Gu Yi explained. "On this trip to the Cultivation Technique Pavilion, I confirmed something. The creator of the Biyang Technique is Bian Xiaochuang, master of the Xiaochuang Peak—one of the two peaks. Originally, there was only one peak, the Flying Peak, with eleven masters. Later, it became two peaks, all because of one man—he alone was worth eleven top experts."

It really was hopeless.

"Because of one man, a single peak split into two?" Even after a century, hearing this made Little Lady Ye tremble inwardly.

What a dazzling age that must have been, and what extraordinary talent!

"Yes. And since the Biyang Technique was created by such a person, do you think ordinary spirit-sealing talismans would have any effect?"

Little Lady Ye bit her lip. If it was someone like that…

Gu Yi didn’t wish to discourage her further, but facts were facts. Originally, neither peak was a super sect, but after acquiring Bian Xiaochuang, they became so.

Her emotions stirred, she lost some control over her body.

Crack.

A shard of ice fell from her pale, delicate arm. Her flushed face turned ashen, lips quivering as she exhaled cold breath.

"Cold." Little Lady Ye shivered as she spoke.

"Little Lady!"

Gu Yi caught her collapsing form; his palm, upon contact, was met with piercing cold.

Hiss—

"Chongchong! Hurry! Close the windows! Stoke the charcoal fire!"

"Little Lady!"

The staff at Yuzhen Pavilion knew instantly what such instructions meant. Yue’er dashed out of the study; everywhere else in Yuzhen Pavilion, charcoal fires were always kept ready.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Chongchong, being small, had to stand on tiptoe to close the windows, then hurried to fetch thick quilts. "Young Master, wrap Little Lady in these!"

"Wait! You and Yue’er, each support her from one side."

Yue’er and Chongchong glanced at each other, no hesitation as they looked at Little Lady Ye, eyes closed tight. But when they touched her, the biting cold made both draw back in shock.

"Why is she so cold?" Yue’er, full of worry, was nearly in tears. "Why does it only get worse, never better!"

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Gu Yi also sat cross-legged.

The Biyang Technique was truly formidable.

Even before the great purges, few could rival it.

Let alone now, three centuries later.

No one else could be relied upon.

But within the Dream Scroll, by the lake, he had comprehended the first needle of the Rippled Radiance Technique—also created by Bian Xiaochuang. Perhaps the spiritual energy of the Rippled Radiance Technique could help.

At the very least, it might ease her suffering.

Above the rooftop, in the moonlit night, white flecks of dust drifted soundlessly as a figure landed gracefully on tiptoe, composed and elegant.

Within the study, spiritual energy flickered intensely.

Shule’s delicate brows knitted with concern as she quickly moved to a corner to observe.

She saw Little Lady Ye being supported by the others, and Gu Yi seated behind her, her body covered in shards of ice.

"So this is what happens when Little Lady Ye’s cold affliction flares?"

Gu Yi focused his mind. His right palm opened and then suddenly clenched, releasing pure spiritual energy from his meridians. He intended to channel his energy into Little Lady Ye's body—the white glow in his palm gathering into a needle at his fingertip.

Bang!

As he slowly touched her back, the Biyang Technique’s aura within her seemed to rebel, a faint crackling sound at the contact.

Gu Yi frowned; the pressure at his fingertip was unmistakable.

Bang, bang!

The Biyang Technique’s energy suffused Little Lady Ye’s body—he couldn’t see it, but he could sense it. Every blood vessel, every organ, was filled with the yin-yang energies of the Biyang Technique, hissing and intertwining, never separating.

His spiritual energy struggled at every step through her meridians.

He had hoped to use the Rippled Radiance energy to temporarily envelop it, only to find that, upon entering, it was his energy that became enveloped.

With no other choice, he pressed on.

Suddenly, Gu Yi’s body emitted a resonant hum, radiant light bursting forth, gentle yet dazzling. Every inch of his skin glowed with needle-like brilliance, connecting him to Little Lady Ye.

If the light wasn’t enough, he increased it. Still not enough—brighter yet.

In moments, the study was as bright as day.

Seeing this, Shule felt a twinge of jealousy—such radiance… Could his talent truly surpass her own?