I Slay Gods and Demons in the Deceit Night
Chapter 62 - 60: Cultivation Technique for Refining Essence, A Prodigy of Maternal Learning

Chapter 62: Chapter 60: Cultivation Technique for Refining Essence, A Prodigy of Maternal Learning

At the Lin Lei household.

A boy named Lin Xiaonian, squatting on the side like a porcelain doll, blinked curiously.

The girl cried with tears streaming down her face, clutching a booklet while wailing aloud.

"If you can’t read, learn slowly, what are you crying for if you can’t understand?" Mrs. He rubbed her forehead, clearly exasperated, "People were just passing by the door, and you, with your windmill, insisted on exchanging it for their book."

"It wasn’t an exchange." The little girl sniffled, solemnly saying, "It was a purchase, I bought it with the windmill."

"Straighten your tongue when you speak." Mrs. He couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation, "What’s the difference?"

"The piglet said, exchanging doesn’t cost money, buying things costs money." The little girl earnestly explained.

"So what?" Mrs. He asked.

"If it costs money, then it is... it is..." The girl was momentarily puzzled, then as if struck by sudden realization, she said, "then it is valuable."

"But you didn’t spend any money." Mrs. He said, resigned.

"I bought this." The little girl stubbornly retorted, "If it’s bought, it’s valuable, it’s valuable!"

"Alright, alright, so why did you buy the book?" Mrs. He curiously asked, "Didn’t you like the wooden sword your dad made for you better? When did you start wanting to read?"

"That aunty said I was one in ten thousand, a miraculous mother-studies prodigy, that’s why I wanted to buy the book from her..."

"What miraculous mother-studies prodigy?"

"It’s probably the martial studies prodigy." Lin Lei, who was crafting a new windmill nearby, casually answered.

"You can’t even walk steadily, and you’re a martial studies prodigy?"

"I am a mother-studies prodigy!" The girl angrily proclaimed, "I am!"

"Yes, yes, yes, they were just humoring you, look at this shabby book, it’s so worn out, probably picked up from someone’s garbage, even your dad couldn’t understand what’s written in it."

Mrs. He didn’t bother anymore, waved her hand, and said, "Go wash your pitch-black feet and get to bed."

"..."

The girl suddenly froze, looking down at the tattered book in her hands, her lips trembling, and said in a forlorn voice, "She lied?"

Seeing tears swirling in her eyes, ready to fall any moment.

Followed probably by an earth-shattering cry.

"Are the neighbors trying to sleep or not? Cry again and you’ll get a spanking!"

Mrs. He threatened, then reassuringly said, "It’s just a windmill that you exchanged, your dad will make you a new one, and you’ve earned a book for nothing, you’ve made a big profit."

"Such a loss..."

The girl cried out in distress, "She tricked away from me one chant, no, two chants..."

Lin Xiaoyue’s first business transaction was about to be labeled as a "significant loss."

But at that moment, a hand reached over and took the tattered book.

"Piglet?"

"That’s called poetry, not a chant." Lin Yan said with a serious look, solemnly correcting her.

"Isn’t it the same thing?" The girl blinked.

"..." Lin Yan saw the clear stupidity in her eyes and fell silent.

"Probably someone teasing her, gave her an old worn-out book for a windmill." The second brother Lin Lei laughed, "I don’t understand this book; it mentions words like ’Vajra’, ’Extreme Void’, ’Strengthening Soul’ and so on, never heard of them..."

"Humoring a child, and you two brothers are taking it seriously," Mrs. He shook her head helplessly and said, "I’ll go coax the child to sleep..."

"..."

However, Lin Yan’s expression turned peculiar upon hearing his second brother’s words.

He flipped open a page and then paused, stunned.

The first page held a line of graceful text.

He who brings firewood for all, should not be left to freeze to death in the snow.

——

Within Mr. Lu’s small courtyard.

"You’ve always been proud, and you think people in High Willow City are fickle," he said. "Why would you be willing to give away a Refining Essence Realm cultivation technique this time?"

"It was originally snatched by others, so I’m not at a loss," said the girl lightly. "Besides, it’s not given; it’s sold."

"Is it because of what happened this afternoon?" Mr. Lu asked with a light chuckle.

"I saw it with my own eyes," the girl said as she turned the windmill and lifted her head. "In his blade, I saw justice."

"If he hadn’t drawn his sword, you probably would have killed someone," the dark-faced man said, clicking his tongue. "So you feel like he helped you do the job?"

"Thus, have you reconsidered your previous thoughts, which you deemed unworthy multiple times, about helping him solve the ominous signs in the strange night?" Mr. Lu stroked his beard lightly, his face filled with a smile.

"People’s hearts change easily," the girl pondered before speaking. "Today’s him deserves a cultivation technique from me, but the him of tomorrow may not maintain the same heart."

"So in your eyes, good deeds beget good rewards," he said. "Today’s action, rewarded with a cultivation technique, is sufficient."

However, Mr. Lu slowly rose to his feet, hands behind his back, and said, "But I feel that he’s worthy of more cultivation."

"But things that come too easily are often not valued enough."

"I have also been preparing a cultivation technique for him, but I’m also ready to have him pay the appropriate price for it."

"Excessive gifts do not make a true strong contender."

"Achievements gained through blood and sweat are the foundation of self-reliance and self-strengthening."

Mr. Lu said so.

The girl thought for a while and then suddenly asked, "So did I make a mistake?"

Mr. Lu waved his hand lightly and said, "Your actions today can be seen as a good chance arising from his good deeds... Life is full of such opportunities, which are not a mistake."

The girl looked somewhat bewildered.

The dark-faced man also didn’t quite understand.

"What’s more important is that I’m old," Mr. Lu sighed. "I can’t pave his way with opportunistic gifts forever."

"One day, he’ll lose my help."

"So now, he mustn’t get accustomed to receiving my help!"

"But you are young, peer interactions can last a long time..."

He laughed at himself before adding, "Thus, your interactions with him can differ from the ways of an old man like me."

"I don’t think there will be any interaction in the future."

The girl waved her hand dismissively and said, "Today I find him pleasing to the eye, which makes me happy, so the cultivation technique is his due."

"Today I am pleased, so I reward him today."

"Tomorrow he may not look so pleasing to me."

——

At this moment, in his second brother’s house, Lin Yan had heated a pot of water, soaking medicinal herbs worth eight pieces of silver in it.

Before he even changed clothes, he looked at the old book in his hand.

The reason his second brother couldn’t understand it was that he had never practiced martial arts or been exposed to such books, finding the various jargon confusing and the text muddled and obscure.

Yet Lin Yan understood it.

"Vajra Strong Soul Divine Skill!"

"Skin, flesh, tendons, bones, blood, marrow, the five organs and six entrails, internally and externally connected, cultivated as one, to achieve Vajra Unbreakable – one’s body can be honed to the limit!"

"This is a Refining Essence Realm cultivation technique."

Lin Yan found it somewhat absurd, his brows furrowing slightly.

A Refining Essence Realm cultivation technique would require showing peak Inner Strong cultivation and accumulating three thousand merits, even for someone from the Observatory, to be able to obtain it.

Outside, it was worth a fortune; at the very least, within the inner city one could easily exchange it for a set of mansion houses.

"So, there’s a girl who took a cultivation technique of incalculable value and traded it for a windmill?"

"And two lines of poetry? And they’re not even from the same poem?"