Chapter 1 Adjusting

“Big brother! Have some tea.” The obedient and sensible little sister, Ye Chuyu, was already bringing over hot tea. Listening to her big brother’s usual accusations against her second brother, she couldn’t help but smile, her large eyes even revealing a hint of cunning delight.

Ye Chuxiao tilted his head back and poured the tea into his mouth.

Then, he grimaced, “So bitter! Chuyu, put less *kuding* in the tea next time.”

The little sister, Ye Chuyu, looked at Ye Chuxiao, who, despite saying it was bitter, still drank the tea in one gulp. The smile on her face grew even brighter, “Okay, big brother!”

Ye Chuxiao, as usual, took out most of the remaining silver from his pocket and gave it to his little sister, Ye Chuyu, instructing her to hide it well so that the unreliable second brother wouldn’t find it.

Afterward, he had dinner with his little sister.

As the night deepened, Ye Chuyu had already returned to her room to rest, and Ye Chuxiao also breathed a slight sigh of relief.

“To fully integrate into this identity and gradually return to being myself, I still need to interact more with my younger siblings and then subtly change their perception of me.”

“For now, I should still try to maintain the image of a taciturn and strict older brother.”

The Ye family could be considered a family of minor officials. Although their status was humble, their family fortune could barely be considered decent.

Living in Shenjing City was not easy. Although the Ye family’s courtyard was located near the northern city gate, far from the bustling center of Shenjing City, the area it occupied was not small.

There were two tiled houses in the east and west, divided into four rooms, a living room, and a kitchen, along with a small courtyard.

In the courtyard grew an old cherry tree, and it was the season for cherry blossoms to bloom, filling the entire courtyard with fragrance.

Ye Chuxiao, carrying his saber, stood in the courtyard, recalling the saber techniques that the original owner of the body had learned. With a thought, he began to execute them.

Perhaps it was because the memories and physical memory were inherited perfectly, or perhaps it was due to the Daoyun talent ‘Nimble Hands,’ he grasped the saber techniques very quickly, with almost no awkwardness. And by the third time he practiced, Ye Chuxiao felt that his saber speed was a bit faster than the original owner’s in his memories.

Not only that, but his understanding of this saber technique was also deepening with continuous practice.

The speed of the true qi within his body accelerated along with the increasingly rapid saber techniques.

At the same time, a warm current surged from his abdomen to his entire body.

Accompanied by a whistling saber sound, a thin wisp of saber energy flew out along the sharp blade, shaking down a branch of cherry blossoms.

“Third level of the Yu realm!” Ye Chuxiao really hadn’t expected that a talent enhanced by Daoyun would be so strong, breaking through just by practicing.

Although the Yu realm was the first realm of the Nine Realms of cultivation, and the third level of the Yu realm was only the last level of this first realm.

But the original owner of Ye Chuxiao's body had still been stuck at this hurdle for nearly half a year.

Having just broken through his cultivation, Ye Chuxiao did not continue his efforts, but instead stood in the courtyard, began to adjust his breathing, and perform *tu-na* (breathing exercises).

At the same time, he was organizing the basic knowledge of cultivation in his mind.

“Ordinary people who become cultivators don’t really get involved in cultivation before the age of fourteen, they just learn basic knowledge. This is because, normally speaking, the meridians, bones, muscles, breath, and spirit of children under the age of fourteen have not yet fully developed. Starting cultivation rashly, without sufficient high-level nutrition, is more likely to cause training injuries, and carelessness can even lead to lifelong defects.”

“Only those cultivators from prominent backgrounds, who have teachers carefully teaching them from a young age, and who have various secret techniques to enlighten them in their youth, combined with some secret medicines, can break the rules and begin cultivating at a younger age, and determine their future path of development.”

“Generally speaking, martial cultivation is not the first choice for common people to cultivate, but qi cultivation is. After all, martial cultivators need to supplement a lot of meat when training, while qi cultivators in the basic stage only need to get up early and face the east, opening their mouths to drink the wind.”

“From this point of view, regardless of whether martial cultivators are vulgar or not, qi cultivators are truly poor.”

“And regardless of which cultivation direction, the realm divisions are the same. The third level of the Yu realm means that even the most foolish people can reach this realm.”

“There is not much mystery in the cultivation of the Yu realm. Taking martial cultivation as an example, it is about strengthening physical strength and increasing proficiency in techniques. Of course, cultivators with good talent will progress faster.”

“And I, of course, can now be classified as having talent.”

Thinking of this, Ye Chuxiao felt that saber techniques might not be suitable for him.

Most saber techniques focus on large, sweeping movements, and the refinement and study of moves and techniques are generally not as good as sword techniques.

Since he had the Nimble Hands talent, it seemed that learning swordsmanship would allow him to make better use of this talent.

“If one day, the west wind howls, I roam the world with a sword, a heart of courage and music, that would be wonderful.” As he thought about it with great pleasure, the melancholy of the transmigration also became much lighter.

Concentrating his mind, Ye Chuxiao ‘saw’ the golden clock again.

At this time, the golden clock was stopped, with no hands moving.

But at the same time, it was full of ‘desire’ for a purple light next to it.

It seemed to want to swallow it in one gulp, but because Ye Chuxiao did not allow it, it could not act without permission.

“Daoyun! What exactly is Daoyun?”

“Where does it come from? Besides adding talent to me, does it have any other uses?” Ye Chuxiao thought, but had no answer.

The next morning, the two siblings stood neatly in the small courtyard, facing the direction of the rising sun in the due east, with their mouths wide open.

Long-term consumption of morning sun qi can effectively increase one's breath. It is one of the most affordable cultivation methods for commoner cultivators. Although Ye Chuxiao was a martial cultivator, qi training was the foundation of cultivation, just like language arts is the foundation of academics.

As for his little sister, Ye Chuyu, although she had not yet officially started cultivating, swallowing the morning sun qi with guidance techniques was still beneficial for strengthening her foundation.

Facing the rising sun, Ye Chuxiao opened his mouth wide, only to feel that his current posture was simply extremely stupid.

But as the guiding movements slowly progressed, the originally chaotic thoughts gradually subsided.

Without haste, he seemed to feel that the wisp of Daoyun in his body was echoing the rising sun from afar.

Just as he was about to feel it more carefully, a rude banging on the door rang out, breaking the rare tranquility of the morning.

“It’s second brother coming back!” Ye Chuyu put away her stance and quickly walked towards the door.

“Coming back? Let him wait at the door,” Ye Chuxiao said with a long face.

Outside the door, a rogue voice came, “Little sister! Open the door quickly, it’s your second brother!”

“Guess what I brought back for you?”

“Old Zhang’s braised pig head meat, and Aunt Hua’s meat buns, open the door quickly, they’ll get cold if you wait any longer.”

Ye Chuyu puffed out her cheeks, glanced at Ye Chuxiao’s gloomy face, and then said, “Second brother! I don’t want your breakfast, return my silver to me.”

The voice went out, but there was no reply.

After a moment, a furry head popped out from the top of the wall, a boy who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, skinny as a monkey. The next moment, he was already straddling the wall.

Just as he was about to jump down, he caught sight of Ye Chuxiao, and the stick in Ye Chuxiao’s hand.

He shouted, “Mom!”

In a panic, he rolled back to the other side of the wall.