Chapter Ten: Do Not Give Up

Senior Brother Luo...

At this moment, Tang Yueyan felt so desperate she wished for death. A promising descendant of the Tang family, struck down by inner demons while practicing a physical cultivation secret art, dying in humiliation and misery within the training chamber—witnessed by a newly inducted outer disciple who stubbornly refused to summon an elder for help. Even her passing would leave behind a ludicrous tale!

If that truly happened, the Tang family would never lift their heads before the Shen, Chen, and Liu clans again.

Her thoughts spiraled wildly; Tang Yueyan herself scarcely knew what she was thinking anymore.

“Here at the shoulder, and here at the forearm,” Luo Tian had already pinpointed the issue. He swiftly flipped through the Jade Maiden Pouring Bottle physical cultivation manual before her, rapidly offering guidance. It wasn’t just that the consequences would worsen with delay—even the unbearable pain alone made Luo Tian eager to help the young woman before him as quickly as possible. “Withdraw your vital energy here, then circulate it toward these points. That should do it.”

Tang Yueyan was stunned.

Even the agonizing pain seemed less intolerable now, dulled by the turmoil in her heart.

Was this outer disciple truly treating her as a mere dish? He casually glanced over the cultivation manual, gave her body a cursory look, skipped diagnosing her pulse or probing her vital energy, and simply offered a solution with a flip of his lips.

Could one really be so careless in life?

Tang Yueyan felt she was being toyed with by this so-called Senior Brother Luo; in that instant, she almost preferred death.

Of course, the thought passed quickly. Seeing that the youth before her had no intention of calling Elder Han, Tang Yueyan could only resign herself to trying his method, desperate as a dying horse given a last remedy.

If not for the pain threatening to make her faint, she would never so recklessly follow the advice of a stranger.

What are you waiting for? Hurry up!

Luo Tian was growing frantic at her side. Was this girl’s head made differently from others? Even in such a dire state, she hesitated—did she think misaligned meridians and inner demons were a joke?

If it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t control the vital energy already refined and belonging to her, Luo Tian would have intervened directly by now.

Fortunately, the girl finally began to manipulate her vital energy.

Luo Tian watched unblinkingly, ready to correct and guide at any moment.

This was a valuable experience point—no matter how much, to squander it now would be a sin, an unforgivable waste.

Tang Yueyan struggled to guide her vital energy as instructed, and to her surprise, it actually began to improve. Once hopeless, she now felt her spirits lift; confidence blossomed, making her actions more resolute, and as the pain subsided, she could focus more on controlling the energy, with less interference.

Luo Tian nodded slightly. This girl wasn’t completely foolish; she finally knew to listen. Good—if she sincerely calls him Senior Brother Luo later, he might well offer her further guidance in cultivation.

At first, when Luo Tian was just a menial disciple, he cared little about titles. But later he discovered something: when those he assisted addressed him as Senior Brother Luo, he gained more experience points. Though he had no proof and couldn’t tell if it was true, since it cost nothing to be called Senior Brother, Luo Tian naturally insisted on it.

In time, he simply grew used to hearing the title.

Soon, Tang Yueyan managed to temper the necessary areas along the correct path, circulating her energy back to her dantian. She exhaled deeply, then slowly opened her eyes.

A true beauty!

Luo Tian silently praised her. The girl’s jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, yet couldn’t conceal her snowy skin. The faint blush on her cheeks made her even more stunning. Her delicate nose, moon-like brows—all made her a sight to behold.

“Senior Brother, I am Tang Yueyan, of the Tang family, fourth rotation of the Condensing Qi realm. I thank you for your timely assistance!”

Now restored, she was startled; everything that had happened was vivid in her mind. The youth before her had, in a brief moment, offered the most accurate solution—so fast that even Elder Han might not have done better.

This meant Senior Brother Luo must possess a profound understanding of the Condensing Qi realm and have read countless physical cultivation manuals. Otherwise, such performance would be impossible.

Yet, Senior Brother Luo appeared no older than fifteen—could he be a genius from humble origins?

Among the four great families of the Shenyang Sect—Liu, Shen, Tang, and Chen—none produced a Luo-named prodigy.

Without family backing, to be so adept meant Senior Brother Luo's cultivation must be formidable.

“Luo Tian, outer disciple, newly entered Condensing Qi realm. Just call me Senior Brother Luo.”

Luo Tian replied indifferently, as if helping Tang Yueyan was nothing of note, his demeanor calm and unconcerned.

A yellow light floated from Tang Yueyan, entering Luo Tian’s mind.

He felt the eyelids of his Divine Eye stir, as if beginning to open. Luo Tian’s heart soared with joy. Once the Divine Eye solidified, he could perceive not only the flow of energy within bodies but also the movement of elemental energy in the world. What changes would come once the Divine Eye opened?

Just then, two more yellow lights flew in from outside the room, merging into Luo Tian.

What was this?

Luo Tian frowned in confusion, then recalled that before his breakthrough, he had given pointers to Li Min and another person. He smiled.

Over two years, Luo Tian had learned that even if he advised the same cultivator multiple times, each successful resolution would yield a yellow experience point for upgrading the Divine Eye. Seeing the Divine Eye's eyelids crack open further, he was no longer surprised.

Newly entered Condensing Qi realm...

Tang Yueyan’s mind reeled, and Luo Tian’s last words made her feel even more unreal, as if dreaming.

At such a low cultivation, he dared to be called Senior Brother?

Wait!

Senior Brother Luo Tian...

Tang Yueyan suddenly remembered, her face full of shock. “Are you that useless menial disciple? The one who couldn’t break through, but insists on being called Senior Brother Luo Tian?”

The words escaped her and she regretted them instantly. Whatever the case, Luo Tian had just helped her. Yet moments later, anger flared within.

This Luo Tian—his aptitude was unprecedentedly poor. In the Shenyang Sect’s more than eight centuries, no menial disciple had ever been so incompetent, taking two years to break through.

Whether from lack of talent or perseverance, it made no difference.

Yet such a person, oblivious to his own limitations, dared to offer cultivation advice?

Still, perhaps things weren’t so simple. The two mistakes and their corresponding remedies had been entirely correct—if it were random guesswork, it would be far too reckless.

Countless thoughts raced through Tang Yueyan’s mind. If Luo Tian truly possessed extraordinary talent, he might benefit her family greatly. But for now, nothing was proven; she couldn’t make decisions based on a single experience.

A light flashed in her beautiful eyes. After some contemplation, Tang Yueyan stood up. “For physical cultivation, you might start with simpler methods. Whatever the results, don’t give up.”

With that, she left, heading toward the entrance of the Hall of Classics, clearly intent on departing.

Luo Tian watched her retreating figure, puzzled.