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    At that moment, David’s breath fell on her forehead, carrying a faint scent of immortality, more reassuring than any panacea.

    “Brother…”

    Ling Xue mustered up the courage to look up, her gaze meeting David’s smiling eyes. “What is it like for you in the Earthly Fairnd?”

    “It’s like…”

    David pondered for a moment, raised his hand, and lightly grasped a boulder not far away. The half-man-high bluestone silently shattered into several pieces.

    “Before, I saw the mountain as just a mountain. Now, I can see the veins in every stone.”

    He withdrew his hand, gently touching her cheek with his fingertips. “Just like looking at you now, I can feel the subtle fluctuations in your spiritual power. Are you thinking about the things in the tower again?”

    Ling Xue’s face flushed bright red. She abruptly withdrew her hand, took a half step back, and red at him angrily: “Senior brother, you’re making fun of me again!”

    But her anger was weak, like a spring breeze blowing across ake, creating soft ripples.

    She turned and walked towards the sect, her steps much slower than when she came, deliberately leaving a half-step gap, waiting for the people behind her to catch up.

    David watched her slightly hurried back, his shoulders swaying slightly, and he chuckled softly.

    He hurried to catch up, walking side by side on the mountain path, the stones under his feet making a soft “crunch”.

    “Oh, right,” Ling Xue suddenly stopped and pulled a small brocade pouch from her storage bag, handing it to him. “This is a dried flower I made from ‘Heart-Connecting Flowers.’ Take it with you.”

    “Ancient texts say… this flower allows a cultivator to unite their mind and body during battle.”

    The pouch was embroidered with her own innate spiritual silk. Hidden in the corner was a small sword-shaped flower, the symbol of a disciple of the Sword Sect.

    David took the pouch. It felt light in his hand, yet it felt like he was holding a warm heart.

    He bent down and sniffed. The crisp floral fragrance mingled with the scent of her fingertips, bringing a more reassuring feeling than any protective magic weapon. “Then I’ll keep it.” He tucked the brocade pouch into

    hispel, pressing it against his chest. “When we return from the ck Wind Mountains, I’ll teach you a new sword technique. It’s one I grasped during my breakthrough, and it’s perfectly suited to your current spiritual power.”

    Ling Xue’s eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously, “Okay.”

    They walked along without saying much, but the asional brush of arms, or nces as they simultaneously avoided a low-hanging branch, flowed like a gentle mountain stream, filled with indescribable tenderness.

    As they approached the sect’s mountain gate, Ling Xue suddenly remembered something, paused, and fished out a small jade bottle from her sleeve. “This… take this too.”

    The bottle contained a pale pink ointment she had specially prepared using “Snow Skin Grass.”

    “I don’t need it.” David smiled and tried to push it back, but she stubbornly pressed it into her hand.

    “Take it with you!”

    Ling Xue’s tone was unusually firm, her cheeks reddening even more. “There are many evil spirits in the ck Wind Mountains. What if… what if you get hurt? This ointment can dispel evil and poison.”

    After she finished speaking, as if afraid he would refuse again, she turned and trotted into the mountain gate, her skirt sweeping the stone steps, leaving a trail of light footprints.

    David held the warm jade bottle in his hand and watched her figure disappear at the end of the corridor. He smiled down and carefully put the jade bottle into his storage bag.

    The mountain breeze blew through the mountain gate, bringing shouts from the distant martial arts training ground. He took a deep breath and walked towards the Sword Sect headquarters.

    As soon as she arrived at the Sword Sect headquarters, Ling Xue felt her legs weaken, her gait bing unnatural, and she couldn’t help but frown with every step.

    “Senior Sister Ling Xue, what’s wrong with you? Are you injured?”

    A young fellow disciple asked with concern, noticing her unsteady gait.

    Ling Xue’s cheeks turned red instantly, she stammered and couldn’t speak, and looked at David in panic, as if asking for help.