6 - My Sword, Traversing A Thousand Miles in One Step

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Chapter 6: My Sword, Traversing A Thousand Miles in One Step

After about the amount of time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Nine Point Peak’s Master had finally returned.

His two… u-um, disciple x1, pet x1, the only two lone seedlings he had left, had both become frozen popsicles on the tree.

Master: “…”

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Master asked me why I wanted to climb the tree.

I burrowed into my blankets and sniffled quietly.

“Aren’t trees meant for climbing?”

“…What does that mean?”

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“Monkeys can climb trees, sows can get up trees, and even Little White can get up there.”

I fiddled with my fingers, feeling very wronged. “So, I also wanted to go up.”

Master looked at me in silence for a while. “Sows can’t get up trees.”

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My daily reading materials were being inspected!

Master took all of my childrens’ picture story books away!

Me: Crying loudly T﹏T

However, Master’s heart was as hard as iron. He didn’t care about his little disciple’s life or death at all.

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Master stopped in his tracks. “My heart is as hard as iron?”

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Oh, Master wasn’t in a good mood today.

His sword also radiated a dense murderous aura.

Senior Brother Yan…

When I get rich, I’ll definitely buy tanghulus to commemorate you.

I’ll buy two sticks!

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The weather was very good today. Master thought it was a good day to practice swordsmanship.

I also felt that it was a very good day, and I even especially went to check the almanac.

There was a word on it.

I was extremely excited, and I took the almanac to show Master.

Master looked down and glanced at it, before looking at me with a “?” in his eyes.

I pointed to the almanac.

Today’s taboo:

Murder.

It seems that even God wants to protect my little life!

Master: “…”

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Master lifted me up and directly threw me into the cold pond at the back of the mountain.

Half a day later.

I floated up.

I drank so much, I became bloated.

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Master’s too wicked. If he doesn’t want to cook, he won’t cook. He even insisted on using these methods to make me drink water.

That water was also completely tasteless.

If I had known earlier, I would’ve put in sugar beforehand!

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That night, Master carried me into his room and placed me on his bed. Then, he stared at me for a long time.

I felt very scared inside, so I burrowed into the blankets and didn’t dare to move.

Master reached out his hand and started to pull off my clothes.

I was greatly alarmed. “Master, what are you trying to do?! You can’t eat me!”

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The next second, I was naked.

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Master squeezed my wrist and felt around my body for a long while. It seemed like he was trying to feel… where there was more meat, so he could steam, fry, saute, boil, or stew it!

Oh.

I’m done for.

My eyes were full of despair.

Until Master put my clothes back on, one piece at a time.

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That night, I slept in Master’s arms.

For real, I’m not tricking you.

Master was also very overbearing, and wouldn’t even let me get off the bed.

See, I’m the most favored disciple in the entire Nine Point Peak.

You lowly peasants don’t have this special honor.

Nyahaha!

I smiled triumphantly.

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One night passed, and I nearly froze to death.

The books always said, if you suffer hardships, you’ll rise up among the rest. These words… cough… Well, they’re not wrong.

I just feel a little weak.

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The next day, Master finally taught me how to wield a sword.

He handed me a… very short tree branch.

He said, “This is your sword.”

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Master looked at me quietly.

I quietly looked back at Master.

I turned and looked at the little twig that I could easily have picked up from anywhere.

“Master, is our Nine Point Peak this poor?”

So poor that we could only pick up little sticks?

We couldn’t even afford a big stick?

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I thought of how Master had bought meat buns before. He couldn’t even buy more than five back then. Suddenly, I understood.

It seemed… that we were just poor.

Me: “Master, don’t worry. I won’t look down on you for being poor! In the future, I’ll definitely support you and buy you five big fragrant meat buns a day!”

Master probably couldn’t hold back, and used the twig to poke my forehead.

“Other than meat buns, what else is in that brain of yours?”

Me: “Tanghulus!”

Master looked at me in silence.

I was very quick-witted and said, “There’s also Master!”

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Huh? Did Master smile just now?

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I started to practice with the sword.

Day one, no progress.

Day two, no progress.

Day three, no progress.

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One month later.

Little White began to look at me with a mocking expression.

I became furious at once, and hit Little White off the tree.

Yes, I hit him.

Before, I couldn’t even manage to hit a butterfly.

Master, who had witnessed the whole process, was silent for a moment.

“Were you enemies with Little White in your last life?”

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From that day on, my swordsmanship lessons were accompanied by one more drill——hitting birds.

Basically, hitting Little White.

From then on.

With every step, I made thousands of miles worth of progress.

All of the trees on Nine Point Peak suddenly disappeared due to me.

But Master didn’t mind.

He said that it was time for me to get my own spiritual sword.

Because of this, he specially took a trip outside the sect.

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After he returned, he called me over and gave me a rock.

He told me to hug this rock to sleep in the future.

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This rock… was really ugly.

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It wasn’t as good as hugging Master to sleep. In any case, Master was a person, and he was even good-looking to boot.

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At midnight, I once again climbed into Master’s bed.

I burrowed into Master’s blankets and shivered from the cold.

Master glanced at me.

“Is it cold?”

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At once, I became serious. “Moneybags (dà zhang hù), there are some things you should do and some things you shouldn’t.”

Master: “…Husband (dà zhàng fu) .”

*Translator’s Note: basically, MC’s Master mixed up what MC called him with “Husband”, which sounds very similar in Chinese~

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Master didn’t chase me away in the end.

I hugged Master’s neck and whined, “Can I get a good-looking sword?”

Senior Brother Yan said, a sword cultivator’s spiritual sword represented their face and whether it would be handsome or ugly. It was very important. It was so important, it would even affect your future prospects for finding a partner!

Another Senior Brother said, sword cultivators don’t have partners. The sword is our wife, and when we hug it to sleep every day, it’s the same as hugging our wife to sleep!

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I stretched out a finger and gave Master’s spiritual sword, which was close by, a push. Then, I gave it another push, pushing it further away.

Master saw my actions and asked, “What are you doing?”

Me: “One bed can’t fit three people! My senior brothers said, if you have a wife and still sleep with other people, then you’re even worse! Than a beast!”

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Master beat me up.

He didn’t let off my senior brothers either.

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One day later.

Our Sect Leader received a hundred copies of the sect rules book, one from each of the sword-cultivator disciples in his sect.

Sect Leader: ???

How dare these little brats barricade my door?!

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The Sect Leader became furious.

Everyone, copy the rules a hundred more times!

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