Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 44 - 44 38 Clouds Dream of Outfits Flowers Dream of Beauty

44: Chapter 38: Clouds Dream of Outfits, Flowers Dream of Beauty 44: Chapter 38: Clouds Dream of Outfits, Flowers Dream of Beauty Gu Wen knew that Yu Hua was very strong, yet he never had a clear sense of it until now.

He did not put up too fierce a resistance, but he was not someone who could be subdued with just a little pressure, as his instinctive reactions were sometimes comparable to his full strength.

He had not specifically tested his own strength, but judging roughly from the force needed for killing people in his daily life and for lifting objects, he could easily pick up anything weighing within thirty pounds.

And when a person exerted their full force, they could often reach several times the normal standard, making it easy to shatter rocks and snap gold with the power of Cultivation Techniques.

The absolute gap could not be sensed.

But fortunately, this person was his creditor.

“Uh…..”

Gu Wen hesitated for a moment before answering, “I just had a breakthrough a few days ago.”

“How many days ago exactly?”

Yu Hua looked skeptical, as Gu Wen’s credit with her had been depleted.

Gu Wen, with a face full of sincerity, replied, “Three days ago.

Gu spent day and night in bitter practice and barely managed a breakthrough.”

At least it had been four days ago, and the breakthrough had come easily.

“You have neglected your Mana somewhat,” Yu Hua released Gu Wen, not intending to dig deeper.

“Cultivation is a very private matter.

I won’t pry too much, but at least tell me how far you’ve come.”

That was one of the benefits of a non-implanted Fate Diagram, from start to finish, it was all about letting Gu Wen understand.

The amount of Mana remained unchanged; what changed was the faster pace of cultivation at a higher realm.

Gu Wen inquired, “May I know why?”

“Because I don’t want you spending too much energy on some insignificant levels, affecting your growth speed,” Yu Hua answered.

“The techniques you are currently practicing, aside from the Yuqing Daoji and Sword techniques, are relatively superficial.

With your talent, you will learn them quickly.”

“But as you progress further, you’ll find that just any Cultivation Technique could consume all your life’s efforts, for it is the essence of a predecessor’s entire life.

But between techniques, there are hierarchies of quality and even more apparent differences than among people.”

Gu Wen understood immediately and asked, “Does Fellow Daoist mean I don’t have to master every technique?”

“Correct.

For example, practicing the Xuanming Spear to the Third Level is enough; there is no need to cultivate the spear’s energy.

Instead, cultivate the foundation and refine your Mana; one part of Mana is worth three parts of spear technique.”

“There is a Fourth Level of the Xuanming Spear, though.”

“No, you’ve surpassed the original, creating your own Xuanming Spear.”

Yu Hua shook her head, gazing at Gu Wen with a faint look of wanting to strip away his disguise.

But since he was unwilling, she wouldn’t make the choice for him.

She had already missed one opportunity and would not make the same mistake again.

She really wished she could turn back time to a few months ago.

At that time, the transaction between the sect and the Zhao family had not yet been completed.

If she had fought to the death, no one could have stopped her, and the sect would have been on her side.

Of course, that was assuming she knew of Gu Wen’s talent; otherwise, no one in the world would risk their life for a stranger.

Fate makes fools of people; it had come to this.

“The vast majority of people focus on one Cultivation Technique, practicing the rest to only one-third of their potential, as the benefits and time costs beyond that aren’t worth it.

You’re not lacking in techniques; I will give you the top-tier ones in the world.”

Immensely domineering!

At this moment, in Gu Wen’s eyes, she seemed to be glowing.

Then, with a flick of his jade sword to clear stray thoughts, he calmly asked, “What must I give in return?”

Behind her gauzy veil, Yu Hua’s outline was faintly visible with a smile, “You needn’t give anything in return, gratefulness will not become your shackle.

Cause and effect exist in this world but never directly meddle with living beings.

Our relationship is not a contract filled with mutually beneficial clauses; it’s based on sentiment, and only sentiment, without causing you any substantial interference.”

She changed her tone slightly, “Yet there is no such thing as a free favor in this world.

If I must give a reason, your talent suffices.”

Ordinary geniuses didn’t catch her eye; the extraordinary ones were like Gu Wen.

Gu Wen looked at Yu Hua intently, sick of constantly mingling with desire and profit.

He wondered whether her emotional intelligence was incredibly high or her thoughts were utterly pure.

His reply comforted him; he felt like the patriarchs in those clichéd movies who liked the protagonist who didn’t covet wealth.

And if the day ever came when this sentiment proved useful, as long as Gu Wen was not a brute, he would undoubtedly help.

“Thank you for your generous affection, Fellow Daoist.”

“You, you make it all so serious,” Yu Hua said helplessly.

“As long as I draw breath in this Daqian, I am invincible.

Conversely, if I were dead, the sentiment would naturally vanish.”

Yet Gu Wen felt completely justified, bowing earnestly, “Gu works in commerce and believes in returning favors.

It is my belief that one should repay a drop of kindness with a surge of gratitude.”

When Gu Wen was a beggar, Jiang Fugui’s gift of two copper coins had allowed him to provide a luxurious life for others; he remained unchanged.

Zhao Feng was a brute, but he was not.

“Then let’s repay with a surge today.”

Yu Hua, amused by his rare stubbornness, gently gathered her garment and sat back down, her voice melodious and charming, “Recently, a talented man wrote a poem for the Oiran of Qianfeng Tower, and it was published in the anthology.

Could you also write one for me?”

Before Gu Wen could respond, she had already recited the poem.

“Quieter than an orchid in solitude blooms, swift as a rabbit in dance descends.

With a smile so fair, a hundred flowers unfold, her glance alone suffuses with radiant glow.”

Gu Wen was silent for a moment; he had never offered poetry to those courtesans for fear of tarnishing his ancestors’ reputation.

Perhaps, being an exiled Immortal worthy enough to make even emperors bow would suffice.

“Are you at a loss for words?”

Yu Hua chuckled, lifting her veil slightly, and for a moment, it seemed as if even the moonlight grew dim.

Her lips were red without the aid of rouge; her eyebrows curved without pencil.

A spirit light faintly glowed from her forehead.

The bashful reflection of a delicate flower in the water; pure as unblemished jade, and in a single glance, her charm was acclaimed as unparalleled in the world.

“Though I may not match the radiant beauty of the demoness from the Qianfeng Sect, I should not fall far behind.”

Gu Wen found himself nearly unable to think, as if his ancestors had truly taken over, and the poetry burst forth from his lips, “The clouds fancy…

the attire, the flowers fancy the charm, as the spring breeze caresses the threshold, the spirit light is dense.”

Yu Hua’s smile slowly faded from her face.

“If it weren’t for seeing you on the mountaintop, one would find you at a meeting beneath the moonlight on the jade platform.”

Yu Hua fell completely silent, the veiled hat drooping down once more, her gaze slightly trembling.

The poetry crafted by the Grand Scholar of this great Daqian was truly…

unbearable in its commonness!

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