The Cub I Raised Turned Out to Be a Reborn Boss (GL) - Chapter 11

After getting a cold shoulder from Jiang Yixue, the Zou family did not immediately return to her, seemingly plotting something else.

Jiang Yixue didn’t have the time to deal with them. Since she had only a month left before going to $\text{Qingyang}$ $\text{Mountain}$, she had to help Song Xi build a solid foundation before then to avoid wasting time.

“Watch this set of sword techniques carefully—”

Jiang Yixue casually broke a dry branch to use as a sword. The water-deprived branch had become brittle. However, in Jiang Yixue’s hand, it emanated threads of sword energy.

Each move was very simple, consisting of the most basic sword techniques: thrust, cleave, lift, and hack… Yet, in her hands, it possessed a smooth, satisfying feeling of sword mastery. Each move was continuous and fluid, yet carried a sharp momentum and a formidable edge. A serious look settled in her light-colored eyes. She seemed to have instantly transformed into a different person, integrating with the sword energy, becoming sharp and awe-inspiring.

Jiang Yixue concluded the sword stance, and at that very moment, the dry branch in her hand shattered into pieces.

Jiang Yixue clapped the dust from the broken branch off her hands and said, “The $\text{Sword}$ $\text{Dao}$ is a great path of cultivation. Although $\text{Master}$ rarely draws her sword, she also mainly cultivates the $\text{Sword}$ $\text{Dao}$. This $\text{Wansnow}$ $\text{Sword}$ $\text{Technique}$ was created by $\text{Master}$ and is very suitable for disciples who are just beginning their journey in the $\text{Sword}$ $\text{Dao}$.”

While falling snowflakes are individually delicate, they possess an unending momentum, and when imbued with a chill, they become acutely sharp and intimidating.

Xue Qiancheng achieved enlightenment and ascended to the $\text{Immortal}$-rank during a snowfall, creating this set of sword techniques.

It was also in a heavy snowfall that she found Jiang Yixue, an orphan. Based on the family name pendant on her, she named her “Yixue” (meaning: also snow).

Although this sword technique was fundamental, Xue Qiancheng’s cultivation was extremely high when she created it, so the technique itself held a very profound realm.

Song Xi’s discernment was not low, and she quickly recognized the extraordinary nature of this sword technique.

Offering such a good item, had Jiang Yixue tampered with the sword technique? To make her suffer a deviation of the qi halfway through her cultivation?

Thinking of this, Song Xi looked up, blinked, and asked with feigned confusion: “$\text{Senior}$ $\text{Sister}$, but I don’t understand…”

To repay an offense with an offense, if Jiang Yixue had done something behind the scenes, it might induce a deviation of the qi or something similar.

If she made Jiang Yixue demonstrate it a few more times, she would eventually expose her weakness. Perhaps she wouldn’t be able to control the intensity and might even harm herself.

Song Xi would welcome such an outcome.

“How can that be?” Jiang Yixue fell into a worried contemplation.

The female lead in the game clearly had excellent talent; even Han Yansu praised her as a genius of the $\text{Sword}$ $\text{Dao}$. Song Xi possessed divine meridians, so her comprehension should absolutely not be poor… How could she not understand it now?

Jiang Yixue was only momentarily stunned, then suddenly realized.

In the game, the female lead hadn’t started cultivating in the early stages because Han Yansu was not in the sect.

In the plot, she began cultivating when she was already thirteen or fourteen years old. It was completely normal for a child’s comprehension to increase rapidly over three or four years.

Educational methods tailored for children needed to be more direct, more easily understood, and involve clearer demonstrations.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yixue moved behind Song Xi, bent down, and grasped Song Xi’s arm: “It’s alright. We’ll take our time. I’ll guide Xi Xi through each move slowly.”

Song Xi’s arm was soft. Her hair was adorned with two small pink bows, tied into tiny pigtails. She was also wearing a pink dress today, a skirt with a circle of lace petal patterns on the hem. When spread out, it looked like a beautiful, unsophisticated peach blossom.

Behind Song Xi, Jiang Yixue could see her slightly lotus-root-pink neck, covered with fine, loose strands of hair. The little girl’s skin was porcelain-smooth. Even with the pink clothes, her skin appeared fair and tender.

Indeed, a cute little $\text{Junior}$ $\text{Sister}$ was adorable even without deliberately trying to be cute, making one feel incredibly happy.

But Song Xi was not in a good mood. Her entire body was practically frozen stiff.

As the $\text{Youming}$ $\text{King}$, no one had ever dared to approach her so intimately. She could feel the gentle brush of Jiang Yixue’s hair across her neck, smell the clear, cold fragrance, and feel Jiang Yixue’s body temperature.

Song Xi unnaturally struggled for a moment, whispering, “$\text{Senior}$ $\text{Sister}$, there’s no need…”

Song Xi subconsciously wanted to swat away this person who had arbitrarily crossed her boundaries. Fortunately, she managed to control her physical reaction under the command of her reason. She didn’t stand a chance by moving now; it wasn’t the time.

“$\text{Senior}$ $\text{Sister}$ Jiang—”

A knock suddenly came from outside the door. It was Lin Chen’s voice.

Song Xi felt as if she had received a great pardon. She quietly slipped out of Jiang Yixue’s grasp and darted to open the door for Lin Chen, swiftly escaping Jiang Yixue’s clutches.

Lin Chen was holding a storage pouch engraved with the $\text{Medicine}$ $\text{Hall}$ insignia. He handed it to Jiang Yixue: “$\text{Senior}$ $\text{Sister}$ Jiang, these are the elixirs the $\text{Medicine}$ $\text{Hall}$ prepared for this trial. $\text{Master}$ sent me to deliver them…”

Injuries were inevitable during the trial, so the $\text{Medicine}$ $\text{Hall}$ had prepared a large quantity of $\text{Spirit}$ $\text{Recovery}$ $\text{Pills}$ in advance.

Jiang Yixue quickly counted them. The quantity was equal to or more than expected, and the quality was very high.

Even within the same batch, the quality of $\text{Spirit}$ $\text{Recovery}$ $\text{Pills}$ varied, but the ones delivered today were all of the highest quality, as if they had been carefully selected.

Jiang Yixue was very satisfied. She put away the storage pouch and said, “Thank you, $\text{Vice}$ $\text{Hall}$ $\text{Master}$ Xing, and thank you, $\text{Junior}$ $\text{Brother}$, for making the trip.”

However, Jiang Yixue paused. Lin Chen was the direct disciple of the $\text{Vice}$ $\text{Hall}$ $\text{Master}$ Xing of the $\text{Medicine}$ $\text{Hall}$. This kind of errand work should not have fallen to him at all…

Jiang Yixue slightly suppressed her smile, her gaze shifting between Song Xi and Lin Chen: “Does $\text{Junior}$ $\text{Brother}$ Lin have any other matters?”

“No.” Lin Chen was slightly stunned, then asked curiously, “Why would $\text{Senior}$ $\text{Sister}$ ask that?”

Jiang Yixue continued, “Then if there’s nothing else, $\text{Junior}$ $\text{Brother}$ should return promptly. There is less than a month before the trial. Don’t waste time. Go back and prepare well.”

Jiang Yixue was entirely businesslike. Her words and expression were filled with cold aloofness. After receiving the items, she didn’t even offer a polite farewell, mercilessly rushing him away.

Lin Chen frowned. Just a while ago, Jiang Yixue had kindly reminded him to stay away from the Zou family, so why was she suddenly keeping him at arm’s length?

It must be because he hadn’t interacted with $\text{Senior}$ $\text{Sister}$ enough. So, even though $\text{Senior}$ $\text{Sister}$ Jiang had a good impression of him, there was still some unavoidable distance.

Lin Chen’s gaze shifted and landed on the $\text{Cleaving}$ $\text{Blade}$ $\text{Sword}$ in Song Xi’s hand. He smiled and said, “Is $\text{Senior}$ $\text{Sister}$ Jiang teaching $\text{Junior}$ $\text{Sister}$ Song sword techniques? Why don’t I be the sparring partner? This also counts as cultivation and wouldn’t be a waste of time.”

Since Jiang Yixue didn’t bring it up, he had to be proactive. They could slowly close the distance, Lin Chen was full of confidence.

Sure enough, his true intentions were exposed. Jiang Yixue glanced at Song Xi out of the corner of her eye, giving Song Xi no chance to choose: “Absolutely not!”

Lin Chen was actually rejected. He quickly said, “$\text{Senior}$ $\text{Sister}$, I promise I won’t hurt $\text{Junior}$ $\text{Sister}$ Song. I know my limits.”

Hurt her? What kind of hurt? Cultivation wouldn’t hurt Song Xi physically, but it would hurt Song Xi’s heart.

This $\text{Otome}$ game’s main theme was torturous romance. The four $\text{HE}$ lines were also achieved after agonizing suffering before they could finally be together…

Thinking of this, Jiang Yixue couldn’t help but feel a faint sadness. She sighed slightly and said, “$\text{Junior}$ $\text{Brother}$ Lin, be sensible. Xi Xi is still a child.”

Song Xi was only ten years old, and Lin Chen already had such a good impression of her. She couldn’t help but admire the aura of the $\text{Otome}$ game.

But Jiang Yixue’s resolve was firm. Song Xi was still a child. Children should not date. She would resolutely prevent early romance from happening in the $\text{Azure}$ $\text{Lotus}$ $\text{Residence}$.

“I…” Lin Chen had just said one word when his vision suddenly blurred. He then realized that he had been moved outside the $\text{Sect}$ $\text{Protection}$ $\text{Array}$.

The $\text{Young}$ $\text{Sect}$ $\text{Master}$ could perform simple manipulations of some functions of the $\text{Sect}$ $\text{Protection}$ $\text{Array}$. It was obvious who did this.

Sensing the fluctuation of spiritual energy from the $\text{Sect}$ $\text{Protection}$ $\text{Array}$, Song Xi’s expression darkened. This array was probably personally set up by Han Yansu. He was the number one formation genius in the world. The array’s level was high, meaning the difficulty of making a move against Jiang Yixue in the $\text{Yuqing}$ $\text{Sect}$ had increased by several levels.

Jiang Yixue sighed helplessly: “Finally sent him away. Why is he like a persistent sticky plaster…”

Then, her eyes lit up as she looked at Song Xi: “Xi Xi, we have just started our sword technique. Let’s continue now.”