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Qi Xiao gently raised his palm, a gust of wind manipulated by spiritual energy continuously shifting into various shapes. There was a gentle breeze, a fierce gale, and small whirlwinds. These required only careful control of the spiritual energy's trajectory to guide the wind's transformation. However, some needed to be forcibly compressed with spiritual power, like thin blades of wind or sharp wind needles.
A series of faint popping sounds echoed, and the large green worm on the tree trunk trembled before rolling to the ground, motionless. Upon closer inspection, several tiny holes penetrated its body. Qi Xiao picked it up and tossed it into a pile of fallen leaves. The trees in this courtyard were personally transplanted by the immortal; he couldn't let these pests ruin them.
After cleaning up the mess, Qi Xiao was about to leave when he suddenly heard a slightly surprised male voice. "What technique did you just use?"
Turning around, he found that the immortal had somehow appeared behind him. Qi Xiao scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed. "It's just the Wind Control Technique. These bugs are quite bothersome, and I couldn't catch them, so I thought of this method."
The immortal frowned and said, "Do it again for me to see."
Qi Xiao pursed his lips and focused intently, fearing another reprimand from the immortal. This time, whether it was reciting incantations or forming hand seals, he executed everything perfectly. In the next moment, three wind needles shot out again from the same spot, each one perfectly aligned with the holes made by the previous needles, only deepening them slightly.
The immortal stared closely at everything on the tree trunk and shook his head. "You didn't do it like that before. Earlier, you recited incantations and formed seals."
It seemed as if Qi Xiao had merely thought about it and casually raised his hand for those three wind needles to float out effortlessly. Hearing this, Qi Xiao panicked, thinking the immortal had caught him slacking off and was about to reprimand him for being lazy. He twisted the corner of his garment and mumbled nervously.
"Sometimes I get anxious when I'm with you... I won't do that again next time."
"So you've used it many times before?"
Qi Xiao drooped his head and nodded, expecting punishment from the immortal. To his surprise, the immortal simply looked at him quietly with a meaningful expression.
"Since you've mastered the Wind Control Technique so well, come back tomorrow and attend class with them."
Qi Xiao felt a surge of joy and repeatedly thanked him.
"Wang Lang, you used to boast every day about being the immortal's most favored disciple and that you would inherit his legacy in the future. But from what I see, you're not all that impressive."
In the heart of the immortal, you might not even compare to that little fool.
Wang Lang was the only son of the wealthiest man in the city, Wang Yuanwai. It was said that the Wang family had produced high-ranking officials in the past, and even today, some relatives still held positions in the capital. Their connections were deeply intertwined, and even the county magistrate showed great respect towards the Wang family.
A few days ago, during Wang Yuanwai's grand birthday celebration, officials both known and unknown attended. Many of them were significant figures whom the county magistrate had to bow to. They prepared lavish gifts for Wang Yuanwai, honoring him as their esteemed guest.
Thus, the Wang family was not like ordinary merchants; they were not only wealthy but also noble.
Wang Lang naturally took pride in this status, often looking down on others with disdain.
But this was no ordinary place; this was the small courtyard of an immortal.
The immortal cared little for the trivialities of the mortal world. Even if an emperor came, he would be nothing more than an ordinary person in the eyes of the immortal.
The disciples in the small courtyard thought they could stand on equal footing with Wang Lang before the immortal. However, they soon realized that not only did Wang Lang come from a prestigious background, but he also possessed exceptional talent. From the moment he arrived, he had won the favor of the immortal and often received praise.
The children exchanged glances, swallowing their words in frustration.
Finally, seizing a rare opportunity to mock him, a chubby boy couldn't hold back any longer.
He declared, "I think the immortal is most pleased with Qi Xiao. The punishment he received before was probably just to free up time for him to practice."
"I saw the immortal personally guiding Qi Xiao by the pond yesterday! He must have learned so much that we don't know about."
With every word they spoke, Wang Lang's anger grew. He turned his head away, feeling annoyed by their chatter.
Just a fool! How dare you compare him to me? The fact that the immortal spends more time on him only proves that he is naturally dull-witted and requires more guidance from the immortal.
The chubby boy rolled his eyes, feeling that there was some truth to what was said but also doubting it.
He muttered stubbornly, "I'm also dull! I need guidance too! Why doesn't the immortal spend more time teaching me?"
Wang Lang shot him a furious glare and scolded, "Fool! If you know you're foolish, then read more books!"
The chubby boy was taken aback and felt angry. "Hey—"
But Wang Lang walked away too quickly for him to finish his sentence.
The chubby boy glared at his retreating figure and spat in frustration. "Hmph! What are you pretending for? You can't even compare to that fool and still have the audacity to show off in front of us?"
When Wang Lang returned home, his expression was cold and sullen.
"Father, someone is trying to take my position as the immortal's personal disciple! You must help me!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Yuanwai's previously cheerful demeanor turned serious at once.
Although the immortal had taken in many disciples, they were all ordinary ones, simply in the assessment period. Only the most outstanding among them could earn his recognition and inherit his valuable teachings. Surely, those teachings included methods for wandering freely through the heavens and achieving immortality.
Wang Yuanwai immediately asked in a deep voice, "What is going on? Tell me everything in detail." Remembering what the chubby boy had said, Wang Lang gritted his teeth and exaggerated the story with many embellishments.
He clung to Wang Yuanwai's sleeve, his face twisted with desperation. "Father, you must help me! I can't take action in the courtyard; outside, you can surely find a way, right?"
Wang Yuanwai pondered for a moment before replying calmly, "My son, there's no need to rush. After all, this is under the immortal's watchful eye. If we want everything to go smoothly, we must think carefully."
"But rest assured, the opportunity to be the immortal's direct disciple will surely be yours."
Wang Lang's heart leaped with joy as he quickly replied, "Father, I knew you would have a solution!"
Wang Yuanwai chuckled and patted his shoulder affectionately. "You are my son; if I don't consider you, who else would I consider?"
"Qingxu Zhenren, what is going on here?" A group of elders gathered by the banks of Xunjiang River. They had heard rumors of a malevolent dragon causing havoc and had rushed over day and night. Finally arriving at Xunjiang, they found it calm and peaceful.
As for the wicked dragon that had been wreaking havoc, it had long since submerged beneath the water and no longer showed itself.
"Qingxu Zhenren," one elder said impatiently, "you urged us to come here so urgently. Now that we are here and see this situation, you must give us an explanation!"
Qingxu Zhenren merely glanced at Xunjiang and sighed softly. "Every cause has its consequence; we need not interfere."
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