My Daily Cultivation Life with a Clumsy Female Disciple

Although the situation was urgent, since they didn't know exactly how urgent it was, Tian Wenjin and her companions first delivered the box to its destination before using their flying techniques at full speed to head towards the Dao Sword Sect.

Speaking of flying at full speed, like how a bucket's capacity is determined by its shortest plank, their group's flying speed was limited by the slowest among the five.

Among the five, two were at the Foundation Establishment realm, low-level cultivators who were following the stronger ones to gain experience. They were slow and couldn't maintain continuous flight back to the Dao Sword Sect.

Therefore, they not only moved slowly but also had to stop along the way to rest and recover their spiritual power.

On the morning of the eighteenth day, after the two Foundation Establishment disciples barely managed to fly past Mount Wuyi in North Chu's central region, they couldn't hold on any longer. The group found a flat grassland on a nearby desolate mountain to rest.

"Long-distance flying really drains too much spiritual power..." one of the Foundation Establishment disciples said while sitting cross-legged on the grass, panting. "I wonder what's happening at the sect that they need to recall us in such a manner."

A Golden Core disciple sat down on a nearby rock to rest and glanced at him, saying, "Once you reach the Nascent Soul realm and achieve unity with heaven, the world's spiritual energy becomes your own. You can use external spiritual energy at will, and you won't have to worry about depleting your power anymore."

"Nascent Soul realm?" The Foundation Establishment disciple shook his head. He couldn't even think about things like the Break Barrier Pill yet, and his understanding of the Golden Core was still vague. He couldn't even see hope for forming a Golden Core. "I don't even know if I can form a Golden Core, let alone reach Nascent Soul."

The other Foundation Establishment disciple took the opportunity to ask, "Senior Brother, what's the real difference between Golden Core and Foundation Establishment stages? Books say we need to condense the Qi Swirl into a Golden Core. But how do we condense it? How do we control the spiritual power in our dantian?"

Hearing this, the Golden Core disciple smiled mysteriously and said, "Cultivation goes against heaven's will, and each step is like climbing to a new heaven. The gap between Foundation Establishment and Golden Core is like a vast chasm. Golden Core is a completely different realm from Foundation Establishment. You need more comprehension. Understanding life, nature, and cultivation techniques - the Dao needs to be comprehended. But how much you comprehend depends on your own enlightenment."

"Oh, so that's how it is!" The two Foundation Establishment disciples nodded as if they had gained some insight. "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."

The Golden Core disciple smiled self-importantly, saying, "I haven't really said anything special; you've comprehended it yourselves."

Tian Wenjin, who hadn't expended much energy, was keeping watch nearby. Hearing the Golden Core disciple's nonsense, she looked over and coldly said to the Foundation Establishment disciples, "How can you talk about forming a Golden Core when you can't even control your spiritual power and Qi Swirl? Your foundation is too weak. You'd be better off tempering your spiritual power, strengthening your physical body, and stabilizing your mental state. Build a solid foundation and cultivate with a calm mind - that's better than anything else."

The Foundation Establishment disciple felt uncomfortable being criticized out of nowhere, but after glancing at Tian Wenjin, he didn't dare to talk back.

The other Foundation Establishment disciple thought Tian Wenjin not only refused to guide them but also prevented others from doing so, and couldn't help feeling resentful.

Though Tian Wenjin was very beautiful, she was too cold, unapproachable. She wasn't very popular. Especially after others heard she had comprehended the Emotionless Sword Intent, they became even more reluctant to associate deeply with her.

Tian Wenjin noticed the changes in the two Foundation Establishment disciples' expressions but didn't care. She withdrew her gaze and continued keeping watch for them.

Tian Wenjin had good talent, and having been influenced by Qin Ran over the years, she also paid great attention to building her foundation. Therefore, her cultivation was very profound. For ordinary journeys like this, her energy consumption was minimal, and she didn't need to specifically sit down to recover spiritual power.

But the other two Golden Core disciples were different; they had consumed quite a bit and needed to meditate to recover their spiritual power.

So four people meditated while one kept watch.

Soon, an hour passed.

At this time, Tian Wenjin sat on a branch of a nearby large tree.

Her slender fingers were holding a Ghost-faced Spider's fang as she gazed at it in a daze. Her eyes were distant, her mind recalling that snowy night, that village cabin, that dim oil lamp... those were moments of beauty she could never touch again in this life.

The spider fang was from a Ghost-faced Spider, which she had gone to great lengths to obtain from the Butler Hall... to keep as a memento.

Suddenly, more than ten streaks of light flew by in the distance, bringing Tian Wenjin back to her senses. She casually glanced at them without much concern.

Although major sects stayed away from the mortal world, smaller sects weren't so particular. It wasn't unusual to see cultivators occasionally passing through the sky. �

She returned her gaze to the spider fang, thinking of that person again... What was she doing now? Still comprehending new sword techniques at Sword Washing Lake? Or was she with Master... or perhaps...

Thinking of the word "danger" on the identity token, her heart trembled with worry. Coming back to her senses, she prepared to call those junior brothers to resume their journey.

But before she could move, she saw those dozen or so streaks of light from earlier flying back. Not only did they return, but they also descended.

They landed on the ground in front of her tree, and she heard a young cultivator quietly say to the elderly leader, "It's her, I've seen her before, one of the Dao Sword Sect's Five Beauties. I can't be wrong."

The leader looked up at Tian Wenjin in the tree, knowing that such a beautiful female cultivator would be unforgettable once seen, so he didn't question further and believed the young cultivator's words.

He stepped forward, first giving a procedural, standard "Ha ha ha" laugh, then cupped his hands towards Tian Wenjin and said, "I am Wang Qi, Sect Master of Spirit Sword Mountain. Greetings to Senior Sister Tian Wenjin of the Dao Sword Sect."

Tian Wenjin unhurriedly put the spider fang away in her clothes, tilting her head without directly facing the dozen or so people from Spirit Sword Mountain, only giving them a cold glance.

She spoke, "If you're smart enough, you should leave immediately. Knowing my name, you shouldn't have come back, shouldn't have had that thought.

"You still have a chance to leave with your disciples, and I won't pursue the matter."

"Fellow Daoist Tian..." Wang Qi ignored Tian Wenjin's warning and said with his hands behind his back, "I am going to visit Zhican Valley, but I'm still missing a gift. Would you... and these four Dao Sword Sect fellows be willing to serve as our gift? Heads, Golden Cores, or natal artifacts would all do."

At this moment, the two Golden Core cultivators from the Dao Sword Sect awakened. They stood up, taking out their natal artifacts with serious expressions, preparing for battle.

Meanwhile, Tian Wenjin flicked her fingers, sending out two weak electric sparks that landed on the heads of the two Foundation Establishment sect members, forcefully awakening them.

Ignoring their anger and confusion at being forcefully awakened, Tian Wenjin coldly asked Wang Qi, "Your disciple knows I'm one of the Dao Sword Sect's Five Beauties, but does he know I'm also one of the Dao Sword Sect's Ten Prodigies?"

A prodigious disciple?!

Wang Qi was visibly stunned. Such prodigies from major sects could very well be stronger than small sect masters like himself. He glanced at that disciple, who looked confused, obviously only knowing about Tian Wenjin's beautiful face.

But he thought, though Tian Wenjin might be strong, he was already at the late stage of Golden Core. How much stronger could she be than him?

So he still smiled and said, "Zhican Valley has shown great kindness to our sect, so for this aid to Zhican Valley, I have brought most of Spirit Sword Mountain's strength. No matter how strong you are, can you really stand against an entire sect?"

"Zhican Valley, Zhican Valley..." Tian Wenjin roughly understood where the Dao Sword Sect's crisis originated from. She stood up on the tree branch but still faced the Spirit Sword Mountain crowd sideways. She said,

"The Junior Uncle from Dan Peak once told me a story called 'A Frog in a Well.' A frog born at the bottom of a well looked up at the sky from the well bottom, seeing only as much sky as the well's opening showed, so it thought that was how big the sky was."

She placed her hand on the hilt of the Imperial Thunder Sword on her back and continued, "You being a small sect's master isn't a problem. But you shouldn't think that most of Spirit Sword Mountain's strength is impressive, nor should you think that being Spirit Sword Mountain's master makes you formidable."

"Bzz bzz..."

She began to draw her sword, and thin blue electric arcs silently appeared in the air.

And as the blue electric arcs appeared, a sword intent that shocked people's hearts, a coldness that penetrated their souls, simultaneously appeared indiscriminately among everyone present.

The Imperial Thunder Sword was unsheathed!

"Bzz~Bang!"

There was a sound of electric arcs piercing through the air. The branches swayed, and Tian Wenjin, who had been perched on the tree fork, vanished.

"Watch out!"

Wang Qi had been keeping his eyes on Tian Wenjin. The moment she employed her movement technique, he rushed forward with his life-bound sword while shouting urgently, "I'll hold her off! Form the sword formation!"

The disciples of Spirit Sword Mountain struggled to suppress the influence of the sword intent. They steadied their minds, quickly spread out, found their positions, and began to deploy their sect's ultimate sword formation.

But...

At that moment, they suddenly realized their sect master had been struck by a blue lightning bolt and plummeted from mid-air. He lay embedded in the grass, blue electricity dancing across his body, temporarily immobilized.

When the sect master went to intercept Tian Wenjin, they had spread out to form the formation. Just as they were about to make their hand seals, the sect master was already defeated, rendered incapable of fighting.

So, how many moves did the sect master exchange with Tian Wenjin?

That was a question they would need another lifetime to contemplate.

After defeating Wang Qi, Tian Wenjin transformed into a blue lightning bolt and charged toward them.

Trying to form a formation on the spot against a sword cultivator of Tian Wenjin's caliber - even with Qin Ran's mastery of formations, he wouldn't dare attempt such a thing.

This was a matter of experience.

Small sects with their limited exposure failed to comprehend the true might of powerful cultivators.

Wang Qi thought he could hold off Tian Wenjin while his disciples formed the formation at their leisure. With the sword formation in place, if not a guaranteed victory, they would have had an eighty percent chance of winning.

But he had overestimated his own strength.

He never considered what would happen if he failed to stop Tian Wenjin... To say it was like a wolf among sheep would be an understatement - it was more like a tiger among sheep.

Wang Qi's body was numb as he struggled to contain the chaotic sword energy coursing through him.

Lying in the dirt, he watched a blue lightning bolt pass through his disciples in an instant. Was it several breaths? Several blinks? Or just a few moments? He couldn't tell. He only knew it was brief, very brief.

The disciples he had carefully selected were all reduced to charred remains.

...They hadn't even reached Zhican Valley.

His vision blurred, and that coldly beautiful woman appeared before him, pointing her sword between his eyebrows. Her voice was colder than ice:

"You knew there was a gap in our strength, but numbers gave you a false sense of security. You knew you couldn't defeat me, but your sect's powerful sword formation made you hopeful. You measured my strength against your own, compared my speed to yours. This was your path to death!"

Wang Qi struggled to dispel the numbness in his body and shakily raised his sword to thrust at Tian Wenjin.

Tian Wenjin's sword casually deflected Wang Qi's blade to the side.

At the same time, the blue lightning composed of sword energy on her blade traveled along Wang Qi's sword and into his body.

Wang Qi was electrocuted again, losing his grip on his sword.

His sword fell to the grass, rolling like a piece of scrap metal.

"You spent hundreds of painstaking years grinding your way to late Golden Core stage, no small feat..." Tian Wenjin coldly looked at Wang Qi and said, "But you shouldn't have involved yourself in the affairs of major sects. You should have stayed content at Spirit Sword Mountain - that was your stage."

Wang Qi struggled to look at Tian Wenjin as she raised her sword and severed his head with one strike. He would never know how powerful a Golden Core cultivator could truly be.

"And your greatest mistake was disturbing me while I was thinking of her."

This last thought, Tian Wenjin kept to herself.

She flicked her sword into the air, then rode the blue lightning up to stand upon it. Looking back, she commanded: "Return to the sect."

The four members of the Dao Sword Sect, who had been indiscriminately attacked by the sword intent, finally came to their senses. They looked up at the cold and proud figure in the sky, feeling waves of coldness wash over their hearts.

The two Foundation Establishment disciples swallowed hard as they regained their composure. They exchanged glances, thinking: "Perhaps Senior Sister Tian was right all along."