My Daily Cultivation Life with a Clumsy Female Disciple

Qin Ran had been at the Boundless Sword Sect for half a month, but the sect master still hadn't returned.

He wondered if the sect master had also gone to the Celestial Sea Domain.

However, even without meeting the sect master, Qin Ran wasn't anxious. He had settled comfortably into the Boundless Sword Sect, feeling as if he had returned home.

After all, he wasn't the imbalanced clone. He never lacked patience. He was as steady as an old dog.

In his room, Qin Ran sat at a table by the window, organizing the "Water Spirit Cultivation Technique" transmitted from his clone.

He first transcribed the original version of the Water Spirit Cultivation Technique from his mind, then added his own annotations and commentary based on his understanding.

This additional comprehension would allow him to start experimenting with the technique as soon as he returned to Sword Gate.

On his table, besides the "Water Spirit Cultivation Technique" he was organizing, there were two thick books: "Complete Guide to Water Method Pill Refinement" and "Introduction to Celestial Sea Domain Arrays," as well as a thinner book he had carefully set aside, titled "Proposals for Training Alchemists in Array Virtual Spaces."

During his half-month stay at the Boundless Sword Sect, Qin Ran had been continuously receiving memories and information transmitted from his clone in the Celestial Sea Domain, giving him a sense of gaining skills while sitting at home.

The clone was, after all, his clone, and its divine soul was his divine soul. What the clone learned, he learned. If the clone couldn't accomplish even this much, what would be the point of learning these techniques?

So besides the actual physical resources obtained by the clone, he could receive everything else, including insights, memories, and ideas.

The clone was mistaken in thinking that his pill refining and array skills had surpassed the original body. When his level improved, the original body improved with him; when the original body's level improved... it had nothing to do with him.

The clone was also wrong about another thing: the most useful thing for Dan Peak might not be the "Water Spirit Cultivation Technique," but rather the sealed space that Old Demon Shenhua used to test him. That sealed space itself.

After all, that sealed space could refine pills, facilitate learning, conduct assessments, and continuously regenerate medicinal materials - wasn't it essentially an array space specifically designed for training alchemists?

With such a space, what kind of alchemist couldn't be trained?

Though the idea was good, when reviewing it here, the original body discovered that the array space might not be purely composed of arrays, but likely involved other techniques, possibly some high-level magical treasure. Therefore, replicating such an array space would still be quite challenging.

As he was organizing, someone suddenly knocked on his door.

"Come in," he called out, casually putting the books on the table into his Universe Bag, though his hand remained on the book he was writing in.

As his words fell, someone pushed open the door, entered, closed it, and walked toward him.

Just from the footsteps, he knew who it was, so he didn't put away the book under his hand.

The visitor placed a food box on the table beside him, then moved behind him. Soon after, two soft, warm things pressed against his shoulders, and finally, a pair of white, soft, and tender hands reached forward to gently cover his eyes.

"Master, guess who I am?" asked a crisp voice with a hint of sweetness.

"Hmm..." Qin Ran hesitated, thought seriously for a moment, and asked, "Chasing the Wind?"

"Wrong!" That voice held back a laugh, perhaps thinking how silly her master was for not being able to guess.

"Could it be..." Qin Ran said seriously, "Jiang Qin?!"

"One more chance." Mentioning other women?! That voice became crisper, losing its sweetness. She was clearly a bit angry.

"It couldn't be You You?!" Qin Ran exclaimed in shock.

"Master!!" that voice shouted, "What are you guessing? You You hasn't even come to the Boundless Sword Sect!"

"Oh! Then who could it be?" Qin Ran thought for a moment, shaking his head, "I can't guess."

"Hmph!" The voice huffed angrily, removing her hands from Qin Ran's eyes. The owner of the voice ran from behind him to the opposite side of the table.

She presented her graceful, charming figure before Qin Ran, her beautiful, gentle face puffed up as she stared at him with wide eyes.

"Ah!!" Qin Ran exclaimed in great surprise, finally realizing, "So it's my precious Shiyin?!"

"How did I not think of that?"

"You did it on purpose!" Li Shiyin glared at Qin Ran.

His silly disciple looked so adorable when angry that Qin Ran couldn't help but smile.

Not only had his silly disciple started with the ridiculous question "Master, guess who I am," but he could recognize her footsteps when she entered the door; the fragrance in the room was distinctly hers; when she leaned against his back, the soft sensation was familiar to him.

Most importantly, who else besides his silly disciple would he not hide the "Water Spirit Cultivation Technique" from?

For some reason, girls always liked to play these silly games, so he played along. And sure enough, girls couldn't handle losing.

"Hmph! Master is so mean!" Li Shiyin glared at Qin Ran twice before giving up.

She crouched down at the table, resting her head on it, her hands playing with Qin Ran's inkstone, pushing it back and forth.

Though she was already a married woman, she remained excessively cute. In fact, her added womanly charm made her even more adorable than when she was a young girl.

Qin Ran took his brush and precisely dotted her small nose, giving her a jet-black nose tip.

His silly disciple puffed up her cheeks in anger and narrowed her eyes in warning. But this expression, combined with the black nose, was just too playful. Qin Ran couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Master, you're so boring!" Li Shiyin could have dodged, but there was no need. She took the opportunity to scold Qin Ran, "You're getting on in years, can't you be more mature? So childish!"

Qin Ran tilted his head smugly, then put his brush on the inkstone, stopping his silly disciple's bad habit of playing with it.

He pushed the ink stick toward his silly disciple and commanded: "Here, grind some ink for Master."

"Who wants to grind ink for you?" Li Shiyin said, taking the ink stick, carefully placing the brush on its rest, then half-heartedly grinding the ink stick in the inkstone with one hand while resting her head on the table, both eyes fixed on her master.

"What good food did you bring me?" Qin Ran took the food box Li Shiyin had brought, placed it in front of him and opened it, releasing a sweet fragrance.

"Lotus root soup..." Li Shiyin said with pouted lips and smiling eyes, looking proudly at her master, "I made it in their kitchen, but used lotus roots from our Dan Peak."

"How did you become so shameless?" Qin Ran asked Li Shiyin with a laugh as he poured himself a bowl of hot soup, "Do you know you're a guest? Running into someone else's kitchen to cook, what kind of behavior is that? This is called a cuckoo taking over a magpie's nest, turning from guest to host."

"Then don't drink it." Li Shiyin rolled her eyes.

Qin Ran took a sip, the sweet taste filling his entire mouth. He smacked his lips in satisfaction and replied, "Why shouldn't I drink soup made by my precious disciple?"

He scooped up another spoonful of soup and held it to Li Shiyin's lips, asking, "Would you like to taste the soup made by my disciple?"

Li Shiyin gave him a helpless look and opened her small mouth, taking the entire spoon in.

"Hey, aren't you worried about germs? I used that spoon," Qin Ran said disapprovingly, then eagerly asked, "Is the soup made by my disciple tasty?"

Li Shiyin removed the spoon from her mouth and asked, "Your disciple's soup? Then who am I?"

"Aren't you my wife?" Qin Ran asked puzzled.

He scooped up another spoonful from the bowl, blew on it, and prepared to drink.

"Hey, aren't you worried about germs? I had that spoon in my mouth," Li Shiyin watched him disapprovingly.

"My wife is fragrant from head to toe, I don't mind," Qin Ran replied with a chuckle.

Li Shiyin rolled her eyes again: "You always have an answer for everything."

"We came here to fight, why are you still carrying lotus roots?" Qin Ran said while sipping soup and chewing on lotus root. "Tsk! The lotus roots from Dan Peak are really sweet. Next time you should send some to your mother."

"Isn't this what you taught me, Master?" Li Shiyin asked.

"Of all the things I taught you, you only learned how to cook?" Qin Ran retorted.

"Hmph!" Li Shiyin protested, "What else haven't I learned? I'm a genius."

Qin Ran pushed the "Water Spirit Plant Cultivation Technique" book in front of her and asked, "Do you know this?"

Li Shiyin glanced at the book, seeing the densely packed characters and simple sketches of spirit herbs, and immediately felt her eyes hurt.

"Ah!" she cried out dramatically, "Master, my eyes hurt, I can't see what's written... Master, Master, quick, take it away, I'm going blind!"

Watching Li Shiyin's theatrical performance with closed eyes, Qin Ran said, "Ah yes, acting is another thing you've learned well."

He took the book back.

After grinding some ink, Li Shiyin casually stood up and perched sideways on the table, her voluptuous figure on display. Her delicate white finger dipped into the inkstone, and she leaned forward, bringing her ink-stained finger to Qin Ran's face, saying in a coquettish voice, "Husband, your wife has ground the ink for you. Would you like to taste it?"

Qin Ran looked up, his gaze sweeping over Li Shiyin's deliberately alluring pose, meeting her bewitchingly playful eyes. His heart thumped forcefully, pumping hot blood through his veins.

"Is it better than the soup?" he asked.

"Try it and you'll know," Li Shiyin raised an eyebrow.

Qin Ran then took her index finger into his mouth, leaving a spot of black ink on his lips.

The charming and beautiful young woman sat sideways on the desk, her graceful figure leaning towards him, feeding him ink with her scallion-root-like finger. Qin Ran held her finger in his mouth, looking up to meet her gaze. Anticipation built between them.

As his tongue moved against her finger, it created a ticklish sensation that seemed to flutter in her heart. Li Shiyin lowered her gaze to meet her husband's eyes, her body growing soft.

A chance meeting of phoenix and jade dew...

Between newlyweds, a single glance could ignite passion like lightning striking the earth.

Qin Ran stood up while still holding Li Shiyin's finger in his mouth, hands pressed against the desk, one leg following, knee climbing up.

It was foreseeable that, barring any interruptions, something rather unsuitable for the dignified atmosphere of the Sword Sect was about to occur atop this lofty peak.

"Dad!!"

Of course, interruptions were inevitable.

A dim-witted large tiger burst through Qin Ran's door, shouting, "The Boundless Sword Sect Master has re...turn...ed?"

He opened his tiger eyes wide to see the scene inside:

"Shiyin sitting sideways on the table, body twisted, one hand supporting herself on the desk, one finger inserted into Dad's mouth, her eyes watery, cheeks flushed red."

But that wasn't the main point. The main point was:

"His father had Shiyin's finger in his mouth, both hands on the desk, one knee on the table, one foot on the ground..."

In short, his father's posture was very strange. Like a dog, or rather, like himself.

Chasing the Wind froze, as did everyone in the room, for quite a while...

"Ahhh... why can't I see anything?" Chasing the Wind raised a paw to cover his eyes, turning around and limping away on three legs, "Ah! I didn't see anything, Dad, I promise!"

He pulled the door closed behind him.

Li Shiyin came to her senses, quickly withdrew her finger from Qin Ran's grasp, and turned her head away, too embarrassed to know what to do.

Being caught in such an intimate moment by their tiger child in broad daylight was truly awkward.

Qin Ran, thick-skinned as he was, only blushed slightly as he stepped back and stood properly, asking, "Shall we continue?"

"Continue your head!" Li Shiyin raised her hand and smacked his head.

But Qin Ran was quick, catching her retreating hand, and with his other hand supporting her bottom, he lifted her up with one swift motion.

"Master!" Li Shiyin exclaimed, "What are you doing?"

"What's the big deal? Why are you still being shy?" Qin Ran held her in his arms, lowering his head to plant a precious kiss on her flushed cheek.

Li Shiyin struggled in his embrace: "What do you mean shy? I'm not!"

She added, "The Boundless Sword Sect Master has returned, he surely wants to see you. You should hurry over."

"Heh, he wants to see me and I just have to go? Wouldn't that make me lose face?" Qin Ran scoffed, tightening his embrace slightly. Li Shiyin stopped struggling as he sat down in the chair with her in his arms. "Isn't it nice to hold my fragrant wife while reading, with her adding a touch of romance to my studies?"

"What if it delays important matters?" Li Shiyin hesitated, "Master, don't let momentary anger disrupt important affairs."

"Oh! Now you're lecturing your master?" Qin Ran looked down at the serious Li Shiyin in his arms, then buried his face in her embrace, nuzzling, "My Shiyin has grown capable."

Li Shiyin felt ticklish and giggled continuously. After a while, she held Qin Ran's head still, preventing his movement, her flushed face turning serious: "I'm not just a sword immortal, I'm also a worthy wife!"

Qin Ran tilted his head to rest in Li Shiyin's soft embrace, her soft hands draped across his face. Looking at the sincerity in her smiling eyes, he found her utterly adorable.

She was adorable when being silly, and adorable when being serious.

"Silly girl," he smiled, "Would your master be someone who forgets greater righteousness for small gains?

"Master has a purpose, this is a negotiation strategy. Tomorrow you should watch carefully and learn well."

Li Shiyin straightened up, cupped Qin Ran's face, and planted a quick kiss on his lips, giggling, "I knew it, my master is the most capable."

Qin Ran felt as if honey was flowing through his heart, sweet and warm. He leaned down and kissed Li Shiyin.

Inside the room was warm as spring with tender words, while outside the window, the thousand-foot cliff faced bitter winds sharp as knives.

The cold wind passed by the window without entering, making it rattle and clang.