Chapter 13: When You Doze Off, Someone Brings a Pillow—The Power of Luck

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Ye Liuyun perhaps had not yet realized that his reputation was gradually becoming somewhat distorted. But even if he knew, he would not care much about such matters. Inside the prison, there was no view of the sky outside; only candlelight provided illumination. By the time he left the prison, it was already late, so Ye Liuyun prepared to return to his residence directly.

On the way back, he felt as if his entire body was on fire, with vigorous yang energy coursing through his meridians. “No wonder!” He finally understood why that person couldn’t control his lower body under such circumstances. Fortunately, Ye Liuyun had martial arts training and was able to suppress the rampant yang energy through his internal strength.

Just as he returned to the mansion, Xing’er came to greet him. “Master, Madam has found some martial arts manuals for you. They are now placed in your study.” He had previously mentioned wanting to find some martial arts manuals, but he hadn’t expected such efficiency. “Really? I’ll go take a look!”

At this moment, he had gained many innate attributes, but he still only knew the Wind-Cutting Blade Technique. If Sheng Lanzhi had no leads, Ye Liuyun was prepared to subtly inquire with Si Nan to see if there was a way to obtain martial arts manuals through the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Unexpectedly, the manuals were delivered just as he returned.

Without hesitation, Ye Liuyun headed toward his private study, with Xing’er quietly following behind. A few steps into the walk, Ye Liuyun suddenly twitched his nose, sniffed, and then turned to look at Xing’er.

“Master?” Xing’er looked puzzled under his gaze. “Nothing,” Ye Liuyun shook his head and continued walking, his tone calm. “Since you’ve come during your menstrual cycle, rest properly. If Madam asks about you, just say you are still here helping me.”

In this era, the term “Gui Shui” referred to when a woman was menstruating. Previously, Ye Liuyun wouldn’t have noticed, but after acquiring the “Fragrance Recognition” attribute, his senses had become overly sensitive. After a long silence, Xing’er quietly replied, “Understood, Master.” She didn’t ask how he had sensed her condition. In fact, situations like this had happened before since she was young, but even when unwell, she had always quietly continued working, never daring to complain.

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Some things Ye Liuyun simply said as they came to mind, without any other intention. Inside the study, Ye Liuyun motioned for Xing’er to sit and rest while he examined the martial arts manuals placed on the desk. He had expected only one or two, but seeing the quantity, there were at least ten—quite efficient indeed.

Ye Liuyun quietly studied the manuals while Xing’er quietly observed him.

There were the Pine Wood Saber Technique, Shattered Jade Palm, Iron Armor Skill, Black Tiger Palm, and others. Ye Liuyun leafed through them one by one. Judging by their names, they seemed rather common and hardly rare or precious techniques. But that was understandable—truly valuable martial arts would likely cause upheaval in the martial world. Although Sheng Lanzhi’s father was once a third-rank official, that was in the past. That they could acquire these techniques was already impressive.

Ye Liuyun wasn’t disappointed; even if these techniques were common, they were still better than his current Wind-Cutting Blade Technique. He flipped through them all until the last one caught his attention. Unlike the others which appeared newer, the final manual looked somewhat ancient.

“Cangyang Jing?” he read aloud. Noticing Ye Liuyun’s surprise, Xing’er rose from her chair. “The Cangyang Jing was a high-level technique gifted to the family head by a sect elder during his tenure, hoping to cultivate good relations,” she explained. The family head referred only to Sheng Lanzhi’s father.

“But why didn’t he practice it himself? If it’s a top-tier skill, there’s no reason not to cultivate it,” Ye Liuyun asked.

Xing’er replied softly, “The family head was absorbed in official duties, indifferent to cultivation.”

Ye Liuyun smiled knowingly—another person whose mind was wholly on officialdom, neglecting martial cultivation, very much like Ye Liufeng. No wonder they ended up together.

“Since it’s a top-tier technique, didn’t the donor take it back?” In his official capacity, the family head had money and power, so it wasn’t strange for powerful sects to seek alliance. But now that was no longer the case. Why wasn’t there fear that this technique would spread?

Xing’er first shook her head, then explained, “The family head said the Cangyang Jing, although high quality, requires extremely high yang energy to begin cultivation. Without sufficient yang energy, one cannot unleash the technique’s power.” Others must have calculated this when gifting the manual.

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As Sheng Lanzhi’s most trusted personal maid, Xing’er had heard of many matters within the household.

“I see!” Ye Liuyun nodded. That made sense. But a technique requiring such high yang energy? Didn’t they know I possess an extreme yang physique? How fortunate that today, having just acquired this extreme yang body, he immediately received a matching technique.

Luck? Realizing this, Ye Liuyun recalled that besides the extreme yang physique, the only purple-grade attribute he had was Luck. As expected, this attribute was showing its effect again. Although seemingly trivial, sometimes luck could produce extraordinary results.

“I understand. You may sit down now. I will have someone bring you a cup of hot tea,” Ye Liuyun said after fully understanding the situation, signaling Xing’er to rest while arranging for tea.

He then carefully studied the Cangyang Jing. It was rare to have a high-quality, top-tier martial art manual, so naturally, he intended to cultivate it. Perhaps Sheng Lanzhi sent this manual along just to bulk up the number, never imagining Ye Liuyun’s aptitude for cultivation.

“Hu!” Exhaling softly, Ye Liuyun sat on a stool and began circulating his internal energy as described in the manual.

At first, he thought cultivation required sitting cross-legged in meditation, embracing unity and guarding the origin. But after trying, he found it unnecessary—this posture was merely to help one enter a meditative state. In fact, if willing, one could circulate internal energy even while standing.

As his internal energy circulated through his body, heat began to emanate from him—a sign of yang energy rapidly burning.

Xing’er had been somewhat worried but, seeing Ye Liuyun’s calm complexion and even slight enjoyment, she said nothing. Instead, holding the warm tea in her hands, a faint smile played on her lips as she pondered silently.