oraging in the winter, but strayed into a blizzard.

Seeing the  little squirrel was about to be scrapped into white bone by the freezing wind, a pair of powerful hands hugged his waist—and by the time the black-haired youth was conscious again, he was already soaking in a hot spring. 

The water in the pool was obviously not the mundane kind.
Lin Zhizhi was just thrown in for a bit, but he recovered his divine consciousness, and his body and meridians were filled with a warm current. 

He opened his eyes and immediately saw his Master standing by the pool, watching him with an expression mixed between difficult and revelation.
Seeing Lin Zhizhi wake up, Xuan Hua squatted down and narrowed the distance between him and his little disciple.
In a indistinguishable tone, he sighed, “you are so weak ah……”

The dizzy from bubbles Lin Zhizhi, “………….” 

—As a heavenly spirit root, cultivating for 10 years and reaching a stage that muggles1 couldn’t achieve in their lifetime–a Qi Condensation 11th level, I’m sorry?

Xuan Hua didn’t care about Lin Zhizhi’s expression, but he somewhat distressingly reached out and poked his little disciple’s rosy cheek, steamed by the pool water.
“I previously opened the first level of the frost road, if you’re able to survive the first cold wave, it’ll greatly benefit you……” 

Speaking this, he paused, then continued, “But you did not.
Yes, the spiritual energy was somewhat too much for you.” 

The name Xuan Frost Journey was somewhat familiar to Lin Clan’s little young master. 

It is said that building a foundation there increases one’s chances, and gives you a certain extant of resistance towards heart demons entering your mind. 

In other words, Xuan Frost Journey is far from what practitioners in the Qi Refining period can bear. 

But even though he knew this fact, Lin Zhizhi, who was called ‘weak’ by his Master, wasn’t able to accept it.
In youthful spirit, he propped up his body, raising his head towards Xuan Hua and said, “Let me go once more, Master, previously I didn’t prepare.”

The spring water only soaked up to the young youth’s chest, wetting his front robe.
But then Lin Zhizhi suddenly moved, his hair on his forehead wispy and stuck together, following up and down along with his breath.
Due to being scrapped by the cold wind, and soaking in the warm spring, his skin gradually became ruddy.
The wet clothes hung off his body, and his white skin glowed.
The young youth’s eyes were full of the stubbornness of one who doesn’t accept defeat. 

—If you placed this scene in front of ordinary people, a person wouldn’t be able to help but devote themselves, wanting to completely serve him.
Even with Dao Zun Daren’s cold heart, seeing this vivid scene he frowned. 

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My family’s little disciple’s expression can’t help but be too seductive sometimes.
There are many men who prefer other men these days, definitely tighten protection, and should take more care in the future to avoid Lin Zhizhi being lured and abducted by others.

Seeing Xuan Hua not speaking, Lin Zhizhi repeated his determination, but because the spring bottom was too slippery, he nearly fell down. 

Xuan Hua kept watching him and held out a hand.
He only felt a touch of delicate and soft skin, and his heart slightly shook.
Dao Zun Daren took back his hand, and ordered his state of mind, “Need not, I thought carelessly.
When you adapt to the cold air,  try again.”

—It was not just anyone in the water, it was his first and only disciple in his life, he needs to take good care of him. 

Lin Zhizhi was still reluctant, wanting to try again.
But looking at the mood in Xuan Hua’s eyes, he understood that he’s truly unable to succeed at this time—the Lin Clan’s young master, who’s barely ever experienced failure, made up his mind, once the time comes, he must cross Xuan Frost Road. 

Xuan Hua stepped down into the water and walked to Lin Zhizhi’s side.
Looking at the delicate profile of the young youth by him, he asked faintly, “Do you regret taking me as teacher?”

The-brain-still-stuck-on-needing-to-wait-two-days-before-walking-Xuan-Frost-Raod-to-conquer-his-Master Lin Zhizhi stared blankly.
He bit his lips, glancing up top Xuan Hua’s head’s favorability value—[Favorability 87]—oh wow, with his little effort it surprisingly went up by 2 points—glancing down, there were Xuan Hua’s deep eyes. 

This was Dao Zun, ah…… A true, living legend. 

A sword-wielding worldly legend. 

Now that he was in the same pool of water as Xuan Hua, Lin Zhizhi became quiet and thought he was still a little excited.
He sat down and let the spring water soak up just to his chin.
He puffed hard to see the ripples in front of him.
He shook his head shyly, “Cultivation is originally rough.
My generation of cultivators should be aware of this.”

Listening to Lin Zhizhi’s words, Xuan Hua nodded with no expression and continued, “You are my first disciple, but also the weakest immortal I have ever seen… thus, I don’t know well how to teach you.”

Weak baby chick Lin Zhizhi: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ Shizun,2 you’re too honest! Are you showing off or attacking people?! As a teenager, of course he’s not better than those old monsters who’ve practiced for hundreds of years! He was a youngster in the first blush of youth! 

Xuan Hua retracted his sight “Even now, I haven’t thought of how to teach you well.” 

“Shizun, how did you originally cultivate?” Lin Zhizhi asked. 

Xuan Hua did not reply. 

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Dao Zun Xuan Hua, to be precise, did not cultivate safely.
In the savage years, he one-self began to oppose most sects in open hostility, and his cultivation usually promoted between fighting and blood.
Being seriously injured was a common occurrence, and the pain changed from intolerable to habitual.
This was the way to train disciples.
Those who can survive the battles must be the strongest. 

But although he knew that this was the fastest way to level, he didn’t want Lin Zhizhi to experience these things. 

The reason was very simple, he’s reluctant.

Dao Zun Daren pondered for a moment, then turned and went towards the edge of the pool, spiritual energy steaming the moisture on his clothes to prevent catching dust.
“Come with me.”

Lin zhizhi was a little puzzled, but he still obeyed Xuan Hua’s words and walked out of the pool.
Xuan Hua flicked a finger on the dark-haired boy’s wet clothes, and Lin Zhizhi’s clothes also dried. 

He went forward and said to the little disciple who followed suit, “I’ll teach you some basic sword tricks now.
You should practice them every day.
As for the internal skills of the Qi Condensation stage, go to the sword school outside.
With your talent, it is not difficult to reach foundation.”

Lin Zhizhi nodded.

—At this time, his heart felt regret, but felt even more excited.

Regretful about not being able to immediately follow Xuan Hua’s cultivation, but excited about being able to learn Shizun’s sword tips—Dao Zun’s basic sword tips, can that be called the basic sword tips?! That’s called God’s sword! 

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Shizun: Hi, I’ve been teased _(:зゝ∠)_

Muggles – Harry Potter term for ordinary people without magic.
The author used it.1. 

Shizun – Pinyin of Teacher2. 

I used Qi Refining and Qi condensation interchangeably, but if it’s confusing pop a comment! I’m nice i swear

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