Personal Guidance for Ye Miyue

Wang Xian sent his home location and then went to the grocery market to buy some ingredients.

"Tofu, potatoes, pork tenderloin, beef..."

"It's a shame current technology hasn't advanced enough to mass-produce mutant beast meat yet."

Carrying the groceries, Wang Xian returned home.

Cooking wasn’t difficult for someone who had grown up alone.

Especially after spending decades on the alien battlefield.

That place had limited supplies, so surviving and growing stronger meant relying on whatever resources were available.

Later, during several major disasters, mutant beasts began appearing in large numbers on Blue Star.

Gradually, humans started producing edible mutant beast meat in bulk.

Nowadays, most mutant beast meat is discarded because it contains traces of spiritual miasma, which is nearly impossible to remove.

Not only that, but many materials harvested from mutant beasts are also contaminated with spiritual miasma, making them unusable for humans.

Often, only a tiny fraction of a slain mutant beast’s body can be utilized.

This directly results in very low profits from hunting mutant beasts.

"Otherwise, with the Starforge Body Tempering Art, even without being on the alien battlefield, I could absorb the spiritual miasma from mutant beast meat to cultivate more divine meridians."

"My goal wouldn’t just be to cultivate half of my meridians into divine ones before the martial exam."

"Instead, I’d refine all twenty meridians into divine ones."

Back home, Wang Xian began preparing the ingredients for dinner.

Though he had eaten quite a bit in the afternoon, as a martial artist, street snacks were barely enough to tide him over.

Proper nutrition was still necessary.

About an hour later, three dishes and a soup were ready.

Stir-fried greens, beef stew with potatoes, shredded pork with green peppers, and tofu cabbage soup.

Simple home-style cooking.

It was only a little past five in the evening.

Right on cue, the doorbell rang.

Wang Xian opened the door and immediately grinned.

"Wearing that many layers—are you guarding against thieves?"

Outside, Ye Miyue was still in her school uniform, but underneath, she had piled on multiple sweaters.

She was bundled up tightly from head to toe, leaving only her delicate, fair face exposed.

"I... I just feel a little cold," Ye Miyue murmured softly, lowering her head.

"Have you eaten?"

"Y-yes... I have."

"School Belle Ye, if you keep lying to my face..." Wang Xian pulled her inside and handed her a pair of slippers, "I’ll spill all your secrets!"

Ye Miyue’s face flushed red, and she pouted, refusing to speak.

"Have you eaten or not?"

"...No."

Wang Xian nodded in satisfaction. This girl always lied in front of him.

"Good timing. I just made some food."

He gestured toward the dishes on the table.

Ye Miyue glanced at them, and as the aroma of meat and seasonings drifted into her nose, she felt her stomach growl in anticipation.

But she didn’t move.

"What are you waiting for? This isn’t free," Wang Xian reminded her. "First, you need to eat so you have the energy to give me a massage. Second, after that, we’ll exchange martial insights—I need to see how your training is progressing. And if there’s time left, you’ll tutor me in academics."

He listed several conditions in one breath.

"Okay," Ye Miyue agreed immediately.

Strangely, she even seemed relieved after agreeing.

As it turned out, Wang Xian’s cooking skills were decent, and Ye Miyue enjoyed the meal thoroughly.

After eating, she proactively washed the dishes and tidied up the kitchen spotlessly.

By the time she finished, her face had turned bright red.

The heat generated from digestion, combined with her thick clothing and the warm indoors, made her unbearably hot.

It was too much!

By six o’clock, she couldn’t take it anymore and removed one layer of clothing in the bathroom.

Outside, Wang Xian smirked.

Think you can outsmart me?

What’s the point of wearing so much in my house?

Then, Wang Xian led Ye Miyue to the training room inside the apartment.

Originally the master bedroom, it was spacious.

But Wang Xian had converted it into a 20-square-meter training space, sufficient for basic martial practice.

With a 156-square-meter apartment, there was simply too much unused space for a single occupant.

"First, let’s see your stance work and fitness boxing..."

Wang Xian motioned for her to begin.

Ye Miyue didn’t hesitate—after all, this was part of the "job."

So, in front of Wang Xian, she performed a set of fitness boxing and held a stance for twenty minutes.

She also incorporated the special breathing technique he had taught her.

Her progress was astonishing.

"Not bad."

Wang Xian offered a few pointers.

After a week of conditioning and the support of the Primordial Chaos Breathing Technique, Ye Miyue’s vitality had likely reached 0.8.

This kind of improvement was extraordinary.

For an average student, increasing vitality by even 0.01 in a week was difficult, let alone 0.1.

It just showed how advantageous high innate vitality and talent were.

Coupled with the Primordial Chaos Breathing Technique—a foundational cultivation method that fused new and old martial arts, surpassing modern techniques by at least sixty years—Wang Xian was very satisfied.

As the first test subject for this technique, Ye Miyue was performing admirably.

"By the way, have you learned any martial techniques?" Wang Xian asked.

"Mm." Ye Miyue thought for a moment. "For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been studying a sword technique at the library."

"Which one?"

"Two Forms Sword Art."

"Mastered it yet?"

"Not yet..." Between the stance training and fitness boxing, Ye Miyue was already drenched in sweat.

Even after removing a layer of clothing, she still felt uncomfortable.

"My teacher said this technique is difficult to grasp... With my aptitude, I might take a month to master it."

Ye Miyue’s swordsmanship had already reached the first tier long ago.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be the school’s top student.

If not for her limited vitality, she would have surpassed even Xia Sichen.

"Two Forms Sword Art..." Wang Xian mused. "If I recall, it’s a foundational sword technique that balances hardness and softness, with simple yet profound movements."

It was slightly easier to learn than the Flowing Water Blade Art.

Ye Miyue looked surprised.

"You practice blade techniques, don’t you? How do you know about this sword art?"

Wang Xian was familiar with it—he just didn’t know how to practice it himself.

In his past life, he had encountered many sword-wielding opponents.

He had even witnessed a sixth-realm Martial Venerate execute this very foundational sword technique.

Of course, in the hands of a master, even a basic technique could display terrifying power.

Any true martial grandmaster possessed deep insight into techniques beyond their own specialization.

Even if they didn’t practice them, their understanding far surpassed that of ordinary martial artists.

As the saying went, all paths lead to the same destination—master one, and the rest follow.

If Wang Xian chose to practice something other than the blade, his progress wouldn’t be any slower.

He just happened to prefer the blade for now.

"Show me what you’ve learned. Demonstrate as much as you can," Wang Xian said after a moment.

Ye Miyue nodded.

She took her martial training seriously and had no distractions in her mind.

As a foundational sword technique, it had only three core moves.

But compared to the Flowing Water Blade Art, its variations were fewer.

Sword techniques emphasized intent.

This sword technique blended hardness and softness, alternating between swift and slow movements, with postures both elegant and graceful, subtly aligned with the celestial rhythms.

The final move, in particular, embodied the harmony of dual forces, transforming into a whirlwind of sword shadows enveloping the practitioner.

Ye Miyue had mastered all but this last technique.

"What did your teacher say?" Wang Xian asked after observing her.

The school had no shortage of instructors skilled in swordplay.

"My teacher said..." Ye Miyue paused in thought. "The final move requires understanding the unity of dual forces. If the body represents oneness, then the hands are duality—holding the sword embodies this principle. To achieve harmony, both hands must move in seamless, fluid coordination."

"I still can't manage it..."

"That's correct." Wang Xian nodded, acknowledging the high caliber of the elite school's instructors.

"Though I don’t know how to cultivate this move..."

Wang Xian smiled faintly. "I do, however, understand how both hands should synchronize their motions... It’s a matter of intuition."

With that, he stepped behind Ye Miyue, his hand naturally grasping her left one.