Chapter 265: Wasting Such Excellent Innate Capital
Li Fuxi’s Divine Sense swept over the contents of the jade slip. She immediately let out a sharp squeak, as if scalded, and threw the manual across the room.
“No! No!!” She buried her burning face in her hands, wishing the floor would swallow her whole. “It is too shameful! I would rather die than practice this! Yinyin, take it away!”
The manual described postures so blush-inducing that she would rather Self-Destruct her Nascent Soul than assume them.
Seeing her master’s utter mortification and adamant refusal, Lin Yinyin glanced regretfully at Li Fuxi’s impressive… assets.
“Ah! Master, you are truly wasting such excellent innate capital,” she sighed enviously. “You are just too conservative!”
As she spoke, Lin Yinyin whipped a pair of fox ears out of her Storage Ring. Before Li Fuxi could react, snap! The accessory was clipped onto her head.
“Hmm. If you won’t do the poses, we have to settle for the next best thing. Be a cute fox-girl!”
Li Fuxi felt something soft and fluffy on her head. She reached up, touching the velvet fur with a bewildered expression.
“Yinyin… what is this for?”
Her cool, aloof temperament clashed beautifully with the fluffy ears, creating a unique, devastatingly charming contrast.
Lin Yinyin waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, Master, relax. It’s just a normal accessory for girls! Like blush or a hairpin.”
“It feels… strange,” Li Fuxi muttered, her voice small.
“Don’t worry! I’ve worn them too. The illustrations in the sect’s romance novels are full of this stuff. Very common.”
“Oh…”
While the two women plotted in the sword chamber, the conversation on the deck entered a deeper stage.
Zhang Xian’s gaze lingered on the dark-gold mechanical arm. An idea sparked in his mind.
“Ancestor, since this war puppet originates from your clan… do you have a way to refine it? Could we make it our own?”
Su Yunmiao shook her head frankly. “I brought some essential texts on puppet-making when I fled, but my attainment in the art is far inferior to Wang Ye’s. I am even lesser than the Head Seat of Heavenly Puppet Peak, Su Yuanshen, and Inspector Wei.”
Curiosity stirred in Zhang Xian’s heart. “Oh? What kind of technique is it? Could this disciple take a look?”
Su Yunmiao had no intention of hoarding secrets. She flipped her hand, and a jade slip appeared on the tea table.
Zhang Xian read the ancient characters carved into its surface: [Su Clan Introduction to Puppet Making].
He blinked. “Just this?” The name sounded incredibly basic.
Su Yunmiao looked slightly embarrassed. “I left in a hurry. I didn’t bring much. Even the [Yunmiao Sword Scripture] and [Nine Turns Jade Condensation Sutra] I passed down are actually adapted from my clan’s basic introductory arts. Though they are basic to my family, for this realm, they are considered Earth-grade.”
Zhang Xian picked up the manual and scanned it quickly. Simultaneously, he activated the [Heaven-grade Technique Comprehension] gifted by the System, silently upgrading the art in his mind.
While digesting the content, he retrieved several jade slips of his own and placed them before Su Yunmiao.
“Ancestor, reciprocity is key. I made some… slight modifications to the divine abilities you passed down. I’m not sure if they are correct, so I’d like to ask you to review them.”
Su Yunmiao smiled, amused by his modesty. Her Divine Sense swept over the titles:
[Heaven-grade · Yunmiao Sword Scripture] [Heaven-grade · Heavenly Palace Azure Cloud Sword] [Twelve Turns Jade Condensation Sutra]
She chuckled softly. “Zhang Xian, I know you are talented. But do you understand what ‘Heaven-grade’ means? Even within the Su Clan, there are only a handful of Heaven-grade techniques—they are the clan’s treasures—”
Her voice cut off abruptly.
Her Divine Sense had penetrated the content.
Her relaxed expression vanished, replaced by shock. Her spine straightened involuntarily. The more she read, the wider her eyes grew.
She had assumed Zhang Xian made minor optimizations. After all, techniques evolved over generations. But what lay before her was a total, subversive reconstruction.
“This is… unbelievable!” Su Yunmiao murmured, her eyes filled with disbelief. “I cannot verify if this is truly Heaven-grade, but its efficiency and power exceed the original by several magnitudes! Did… did you really conceive this yourself?”
Zhang Xian leisurely poured tea for both of them. “Ancestor, why don’t you take another look at the [Twelve Turns Jade Condensation Sutra]?”
A faint, smug smile played on his lips.
Su Yunmiao picked up the slip and sank her consciousness into it. A moment later, she shot up from her cushion as if electrified.
If the Sword Scripture was “arguably” Heaven-grade, this sutra was the genuine article.
It not only perfectly patched the fatal flaw of “cultivation loss upon virginity loss,” but it also forcibly raised the ceiling from Nine Turns to Twelve.
Each turn was a staggering leap, pointing directly to the Great Dao.
Su Yunmiao felt that with her current realm, she could immediately begin cultivating the Tenth Turn. And after that… the Eleventh… the Twelfth…
Zhang Xian, as if seeing through her thoughts, spoke directly: “If my deductions are correct, the Soul Formation stage corresponds to the Tenth Turn. Void Refinement and Body Integration correspond to the Eleventh. And once the Twelfth Turn reaches Perfection… it is perfectly suited to face the Mahayana Tribulation and ascend.”
Su Yunmiao trembled. Her voice quivered. “So… this is a Heaven-grade technique that points directly to Ascension?”
Zhang Xian laughed heartily. “Ancestor has a good eye!”
Su Yunmiao belatedly realized: No wonder Li Fuxi’s cultivation felt more perfect than my own.
She had attributed it to talent. But no—it was this heaven-defying manual. Zhang Xian’s ability to comprehend and innovate techniques couldn’t be described as merely “monstrous.”
Facing her complex gaze, Zhang Xian smiled innocently.
“What? Ancestor, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something wrong with my work? Please, point it out.”
Su Yunmiao took several deep breaths, forcing down the storm in her heart.
“No,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. “There is nothing wrong. You are… truly remarkable. Among all the geniuses I have ever seen—including Wang Ye—no one surpasses you in the comprehension and innovation of techniques.”
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