Qin Ran eventually found a pupil technique for Li Shiyin called Heart Divine Eye. It was a combat-oriented pupil technique.
Although called a pupil technique, it actually relied on the primordial spirit to see and was a type of divine ability.
And because it was a pupil technique that used the primordial spirit, for ordinary cultivators it was a rather useless technique. It was very powerful but had little use. Cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage who had a primordial spirit would have better pupil techniques to cultivate, while lower level cultivators without a primordial spirit could not exhibit its true power.
It seemed this was a pupil technique tailor made for Li Shiyin. Not only did Li Shiyin have high talent for combat, she also had a primordial spirit, and her primordial spirit was very strong. She was a perfect match for this technique in every aspect.
Qin Ran took two small booklets from the study and went downstairs to the living room to find the three slackers.
Chasing the Wind was sprawled on the floor by the TV wall, lying lazily like a tiger, shamelessly on his back with his white soft belly exposed, mouth gaping wide as he snored away.
Li Shiyin and Long Qiqi each occupied one side of the long couch, one with bare feet and the other wrapped in a blanket reading alchemy scriptures.
As always, Li Shiyin wore nice, light and thin clothes she liked, as if it were summer. Long Qiqi's clothes were dressed warmer, afraid of catching cold, wrapped in layer upon layer, as if it were winter. Although they sat at opposite ends of the couch, one was in summer and the other in winter.
Qin Ran found a comfortable spot to sit on Chasing the Wind's belly in the living room, then threw the two booklets he held at Li Shiyin and Long Qiqi, and said:
"Shiyin, yours contains the cultivation method for the Heart Divine Eye pupil technique. Qiqi, yours has detailed introductions and locations of some types of alchemy flames. This is what you'll be doing next."
Li Shiyin briefly flipped through the Heart Divine Eye manual and nodded. She had great trust in her master's selection. If there were several techniques with similar benefits, her master would let her choose. Since there was only this one, it must be the most suitable for her.
Long Qiqi read the alchemy flame introductions carefully and knitted her brows, asking Qin Ran, "Does it have to be alchemy flames?"
"Depends if you want to walk the alchemy path."
"Taking flames into the dantian, is that something humans can do?" Long Qiqi said doubtfully.
Li Shiyin leaned back against the couch and laughed. "Teacher Huang has turned into a ball of flames entirely. What can't humans do?"
"I really wonder what the brain of the first alchemist who came up with this refining method was like," Long Qiqi complained.
"Stop blabbering. Pick one. Take advantage of the winter's low temperatures to absorb the flames. It'll be less painful..." Qin Ran said. "Then have Shiyin escort you."
"Master, I'm taking Qiqi?" Li Shiyin asked in surprise.
"That's right!" Qin Ran looked at Li Shiyin. "Any issues?"
"No issues as such..." Li Shiyin hesitated, but still said, "But the new year is nearing. I want to go back to Danyang for a bit."
As soon as Qin Ran heard this, he immediately fell silent.
After cultivating for so many years, he had almost forgotten that although this world only celebrated festivals like Qingming, Labor Day, and Mid-Autumn, New Year's Eve and New Year's Day still existed. Come to think of it, the end of the old year and start of the new year should be a time worth celebrating and commemorating.
"Master... Can I?" Seeing Qin Ran silent, Li Shiyin asked weakly.
"Ah?" Qin Ran returned to his senses and smiled. "Of course you can. You're here to cultivate, not serve a prison sentence. You can go home anytime you want. Just be mindful of a cultivator's influence on their family, like I told you before."
Li Shiyin relaxed and secretly glanced at Qin Ran again. After a while, she asked again, "Master, can you come back with me?"
"Hmm?" Qin Ran was surprised. His quick wit allowed him to swiftly think through many things before he returned to reality and said solemnly to Li Shiyin, "No, I have other matters to attend to."
"Oh..." Li Shiyin responded dejectedly.
Winter-clad Long Qiqi had not wanted to go out either. Hearing that Li Shiyin was going home and would not have time, she hurriedly said, "Since Shiyin is going home, why don't we look for alchemy flames after she gets back!"
Qin Ran looked at her, but still did not say "I'll take you." He just nodded and said, "Alright."
Suddenly hearing that Li Shiyin was going home and would be away from Danfeng for a long time stirred up melancholy feelings of parting in the living room.
Qin Ran was silent for a while before asking Li Shiyin, "When will you go back?"
"This is the first time I'm returning from Daojian Sect. I don't know how long it'll take..." Li Shiyin said. "I remember it took me a month to rush back to Danyang from Li Shiwen's base before.
"Now that I can ride a sword, it'll be much faster. I'll leave half a month early."
Qin Ran calculated in his mind. Today was the eighth day, just right for drinking Laba porridge. There were still seven days until Li Shiyin left home. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go prepare some things for you to bring back to your dad and mom."
After speaking, he headed towards the research building.
But before he had taken more than a few steps, Li Shiyin suddenly stood up from the couch. Her fair and delicate bare feet on the couch, she took out her Qingxing Sword and held it out to Qin Ran, calling, "Master!"
Qin Ran stopped and turned back. Seeing the Qingxing Sword and looking up at Li Shiyin.
"Every time I ask you to teach me the sword, you decline." Li Shiyin's eyes gazed into Qin Ran's as she asked, "Master, will you teach me the sword?"
Qin Ran's deep eyes looked at the adoration in Li Shiyin's eyes. He nodded and replied, "Okay."
Then he reached out and took the Qingxing Sword.
Li Shiyin summoned the Mu Ran Sword from her dantian and gripped it in her hand.
The two looked at each other. Barefoot, Li Shiyin flew out of the cabin, her skirt fluttering in the cold wind, her jade-like fair feet standing on the snow, even whiter than the snow and leaving no footprints.
They looked at each other for a moment before Qin Ran attacked first...
Qin Ran did tell the truth about not knowing any sword techniques. But he could still teach Li Shiyin how to use a sword. Because he had a unique understanding of power, combat, and skill.
He had explained his theories to Li Shiyin multiple times, and Li Shiyin's current combat style was indeed transforming in that direction.
That was, concentrate one's power as much as possible, discard all flashy moves useless for combat, then seek out the opponent's weaknesses and obtain maximum results with minimal effort.
Today's sword practice was Qin Ran applying this set of theories in actual combat to let Li Shiyin gain first-hand experience.
Although that was not the main focus of today's practice.
Because little miss Shiyin did not actually want to practice the sword...
Little miss Shiyin only wanted to know:
Her "I give you my Qingxing Sword, and in return you give me your Mu Ran Sword" was not her own wishful thinking.
The swords Qing Xing and Mu Ran.

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