Chapter 195: This Night Will Finally Be Yours

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: This Night Will Finally Be Yours

"For the Liao Sword Technique, you need to use your wrist strength. And take another look at your Horse Stance—is it correct?" Yun Xi stood beside Cailing, a thin bamboo stick in hand, using it to correct her posture.

The little girl was already drenched in sweat, her wrists trembling, yet she didn’t dare show the slightest reluctance.

Where was the mischievous, lively elf now? She looked just like a little punching bag.

Chu Fan couldn’t help but find the scene amusing.

When Cailing saw Chu Fan, her face lit up. She was just about to call out to her master when Yun Xi snapped, "Focus on your training. Concentrate."

Chu Fan shrugged at Cailing and said, "Listen to your master’s wife. Train hard!"

Wen Ang was currently struggling with a pair of stone locks, occasionally stealing a sideways glance at the master’s wife. He was probably also frightened by this other side of her.

It wasn’t just the two little ones; even Chu Fan was seeing such a strict side of Yun Xi for the first time.

He didn’t disturb their Cultivation. Walking straight into the backyard, he first took out the Ming Jue Jade he had obtained in the Miracle Secret Realm, which contained a Spear Technique. He then immersed his consciousness into it, imprinting the Spear Technique upon his mind.

He then took out a blank book and transcribed the Spear Manual.

Then, he flew straight to the Library Pavilion in Celestial Heart Hall. After a brief search, he found two ordinary Spear Manuals.

He flipped through them once, committing them to memory.

After doing all this, he made a trip to Shuoyue City, found a weaponsmith, and bought an Iron Spear and a Long Spear carved from wood before returning to the courtyard.

Wen Ang’s face lit up when he saw Chu Fan return with two spears. He immediately dropped the stone locks and ran over.

Chu Fan sized up the Wooden Spear against Wen Ang’s height, shortened it a bit, and tossed it to him.

"Since you like spears, I will start teaching you the Spear Technique today."

"This disciple kowtows in thanks, Master!"

"All weapons under heaven share the same underlying principles. The Sword Dao has its Basic Thirteen Techniques. When practicing the Spear Technique, the foundation is also paramount. The Spear Technique has its own Basic Thirteen Techniques, and I will start teaching you with them today."

"First Technique: Point!"

As he spoke, Chu Fan held the Iron Spear in his right hand and executed a Pointing Spear Technique.

Of course, this thrust contained not a sliver of True Qi. He used less than ten percent of his strength.

It was just as Chu Fan said: the dao of all weapons shares the same fundamental principles. Although their forms and techniques may differ, the application of strength and True Qi is largely the same.

Although he had only read a few ordinary Spear Manuals and the Spear Technique from the Miracle, it was impossible for him to instantly comprehend the Spear Dao. However, it was more than enough to teach Wen Ang, who was a blank slate.

If he had used True Qi or even thirty to forty percent of his strength, that simple Pointing Spear Technique could have probably destroyed half the estate.

Holding the Wooden Spear, Wen Ang copied his master, executing a Pointing Spear Technique of his own.

Though it was his first time holding a spear, the boy clearly had a talent for it.

Without any need for correction from Chu Fan, his form was already a near-perfect copy.

However, Wen Ang was in for a rough first day.

For the entire day, aside from breaks for food and water, he performed the Pointing Spear Technique over and over again. Chu Fan didn’t correct him, simply letting him repeat the motion.

He wanted Wen Ang to find the feeling for himself, to continuously self-correct the basic First Technique until it was perfect.

Meanwhile, Chu Fan brewed a pot of tea and sat watching from the side, occasionally calling out, "Keep going. Don’t slack off. Feel it out. Does your body feel awkward at all when you perform the technique?"

Yun Xi’s teaching method was completely different from Chu Fan’s.

Whenever Cailing made the slightest mistake, Yun Xi would point it out and have her try again. If she still got it wrong after three or five attempts, the bamboo stick would come down with a light rap.

By the end of the day, the two youngsters were trembling from head to toe, utterly exhausted.

Their initial excitement and glee were long gone.

"Master, starting tomorrow, can you teach Ling’Er the Sword Technique instead?" Ni Cailing pulled Chu Fan aside, pleading in a hushed voice. As she spoke, she kept glancing over her shoulder to see if Yun Xi was watching.

"What’s wrong? Is your master’s wife not teaching you well?" Chu Fan asked with a smile.

"Shh! Master, keep your voice down."

"So she’s not a good teacher, then?"

"No, that’s not it! It’s just... she’s too fierce. Look, my hands are all red from her stick."

"Hahaha!" Chu Fan burst out laughing. "You mischievous little imp. If you performed it correctly, would she still have to rap your hand? She only does it because you’re not doing it well enough. Look at your junior brother. When he’s learning the Spear Technique, his mind never wanders. Remember, practicing the sword isn’t just about endless repetition; you need to feel and comprehend it yourself. You’ll continue learning from your master’s wife tomorrow."

The little girl walked away, pouting in disappointment.

"Was the little one tattling on me?" Yun Xi asked with a smile as she walked up to Chu Fan’s side.

"Speaking of which, how did I never see this strict side of you before?"

"Hmph. It’s for your sake, isn’t it? You reached the Realm of Sword Intent Follows the Heart in the Sword Dao at only twenty-seven. How could your disciples be allowed to fall behind?"

Chu Fan wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "I know, I know. My wife is the best."

"Such a smooth-talker," Yun Xi said, giving him a sidelong glance.

"My dear, we’ve been married for several years now. Isn’t it about time we... took that final step?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about!" Yun Xi squirmed out of his embrace and fled in a fluster.

But how could the deep blush on her face escape his notice?

With such a peerless beauty by his side... if he hadn’t been so focused on avenging his master and senior brother, how could Chu Fan, a man in the prime of his life and full of virile Blood Qi, have possibly resisted her?

It was a dark and windy night.

Wait, that’s not right. Let’s try again.

Spring had arrived. All of life was stirring. And on the great plains, it was once again time for...

When Chu Fan pushed open the bedroom door, the first thing he saw was a pair of red candles. Their flickering light reflected off the crimson draperies, bathing the entire room in a sensuous red glow.

Yun Xi sat on the edge of the bed, clad in a long, red gauze dress. Her head was bowed, her gaze fixed on her own delicate feet, and her face was flushed so deeply it seemed scarlet dew might drip from her cheeks.

At the sight, Chu Fan’s breath caught in his throat.

This was his childhood sweetheart, the companion of his innocent youth. She was the woman renowned as the greatest beauty in the entire Eastern Domain. They had weathered life-and-death trials together, and now, they would finally become one, never to be parted again.

Her posture, like a flower waiting to be plucked, made it impossible for Chu Fan to contain the stirring in his heart any longer. He slowly walked toward her.

The moon, hanging high in the sky, seemed to blush at the scene within and hid itself behind a dark cloud.

Perhaps hiding was not enough, for soon a spring rain began to fall, pattering against the banana leaves in the courtyard. Beneath the covered walkway, two alley cats became entangled in a struggle over a dried fish, their yowls tearing through the night.

At first, their cries were sharp, but they gradually grew more fevered, like the wailing of a newborn babe.

The rain fell and the wind blew all through the night. After the night of storm, tender green shoots had appeared on the branches of the crabapple tree in the courtyard.

The caterwauling cats were gone, leaving behind a few crimson drops on the white ground, like scattered plum blossoms.

In the room, the two lovers, exhausted from their long night, had also fallen into a deep slumber...