My Wife is A Sword God

“I know some formations that are activated by Literature or Yin energy. They don’t have strict requirements for the size of the formation, and the orientation is not so demanding when depicting the formation.

Do you have similar formations here? When I wanted to learn such formations initially, I couldn’t find them in the book depository.

I think, perhaps, my teacher didn’t want me to waste time on the formation path, so he hid them away,” Ya’an recalled.

Qin Feng, upon hearing this, widened his eyes.

No, no, no, you didn’t get what your teacher was really worried about!

“Brother Ya’an, do you know that the formations you are talking about, although they don’t have significant requirements for orientation during depiction, the direction of the Qi attack released by the formation depends on the orientation of the Literature or Yin energy you infused.

In simple terms, if you accidentally get the orientation wrong, the Qi attack of the formation could backfire on you.”

“Your teacher didn’t hide the books related to formations because he was afraid you’d waste time on the formation path. He was afraid that you might inexplicably end up dead,” Qin Feng added silently in his mind.

“That’s my business. I just want to ask you if there are similar formations here,” Ya’an frowned.

Perhaps the statement, “You have no talent in the formation path,” pricked her proud heart, making her eager to prove herself.

Why are all the people I know so strong-willed and stubborn?

Qin Feng curled his lips, immediately gesturing with his hands, “No, no, actually, the formations I’ve studied are just the basics.”

Joking aside, if he taught someone like her formations similar to White Thunder’s, and she ended up dead, wouldn’t he become an accomplice?

He could distinguish the gravity of the situation.

Ya’an stared at Qin Feng intently, suspicion evident in her eyes, making his scalp tingle.

Helplessly, Qin Feng quickly changed the subject, “Speaking of which, now that you’ve brought back the Black Washing Stone, have you gathered all the herbs needed for the medicinal solution to restore your meridians?”

Ya’an paused for a moment and then nodded slightly.

“All twenty-three medicinal herbs have been collected. It depends on when you have time to heal my right arm.” Her tone was calm, without any ripples, appearing indifferent.

But Qin Feng understood that it was all just a facade.

After contemplating for a moment, he replied, “After dinner tonight, I’ll come find you.”

Even though Qin Feng had memorized the contents of the “Celestial Inner Classic,” when it came to a significant matter concerning a woman’s right arm, he still needed to be cautious.

So, he planned to spend the day at home, recalling the details from the book and simulating the situation of repairing the meridians.

Whether he could successfully treat the damaged meridians in Ya’an’s right arm was also related to whether his beautiful wife could stand up again in the future.

“Alright,” Ya’an replied lightly, then turned and left.

Qin Feng looked at her figure, shook his head slightly, and sighed.

Glancing at the three people still practicing under heavy pressure, Qin Feng silently left and returned to his room.

He exhaled lightly, closed his eyes, and the construction of the body’s meridians slowly emerged in his mind.

Then he began to simulate the treatment before. Time passed unknowingly and quietly.

At night, the family had their meal in the hall. The second brother was extremely excited, “Big brother, the Heavy Abyss Formation you set up is indeed effective. I can clearly feel that the qi in my body has condensed much more than before.

Presumably, it won’t be long before I can enter the sixth rank of the Divine Martial Realm.”

With these words, the Second Mother also showed a face of joy. “It must be the blessing of our ancestors, making the Qin family both civil and military.”

Upon hearing this, the father silently put down his chopsticks and said seriously, “Being able to quickly improve cultivation is a good thing, but remember to progress naturally. The Divine Martial tradition especially emphasizes foundations. The stronger the foundation, the higher the future achievements.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Second Mother complained, “Husband, why are you pouring cold water at this time? Moreover, you are not a martial artist. How do you know how to cultivate in the Divine Martial Art?”

Being scolded by the Second Mother, the father immediately broke the serious atmosphere and dropped the image of the head of the family, “Madam, I’m just afraid that An’er’s cultivation will be too smooth. I’m just giving him a little tough love.”

“An’er’s rapid progress is also thanks to Feng’er. Even if there’s tough love, it should be Feng’er doing it, what does it have to do with you, sir? What do you think, Feng’er?” The Second Mother turned and asked, but there was no response.

The whole family looked over, only to see Qin Feng holding the chopsticks, motionless, lost in thought.

“Feng’er?” The Second Mother called again.

“Huh?” Qin Feng came back to his senses, “What’s wrong, Second Mother?”

“Feng’er, do you have something on your mind? Why have you been daydreaming, and you haven’t touched your food?

Is it that the food doesn’t suit your taste? Do you need me to have the kitchen make another portion?” The Second Mother expressed concern.

Qin Feng shook his head, “No, Second Mother, I was just thinking about something else, so I got lost in thought just now.”

Dad snorted and once again transformed into the head of the household, saying, “During meals, the family should be harmonious. Whatever concerns you have, save them for after we finish eating.”

As the words fell, there was a soft knock on his waist, and Dad winced in pain, gritting his teeth.

Second Mother glared at him and then asked in a soft voice, “What’s on your mind? Tell us, so we can help you.”

“Yeah, Big Brother,” Second Brother chimed in.

“Alright,” Qin Feng put down his chopsticks, revealing his concerns about treating the injury to Young Master Ya’an’s right arm. He also expressed his worries.

After the family listened, a brief silence ensued.

This matter concerned whether one person’s right arm could fully recover, and it was not something to be taken lightly.

Moreover, if the treatment succeeded, there would be an extra level of assurance in treating Liu Jianli in the future.

On the flip side, if the treatment failed, not only would Young Master Ya’an’s right arm be disabled, but it would also be challenging to overcome the hurdle when treating Liu Jianli in the future. After all, if Liu Jianli’s meridian injury went untreated, it could be life-threatening!

Putting themselves in Qin Feng’s shoes, the family understood his current concerns.

Second Mother wanted to offer some encouraging words but hesitated.

Second Brother also seemed uncertain.

At this moment, Dad spoke up, asking, “The young man with the injured right arm. Did he ask you to treat him, knowing the risks involved?”

Qin Feng paused, then nodded.

“In that case, why worry? He’s well aware of the risks and trusts you. All you need to do is not betray that trust and give it your all,” Dad, contrary to his usual unreliable self, spoke with a sense of gravity.

“On the journey of life, you’ll encounter many difficult decisions. Don’t overthink them. Just act with a clear conscience. Your old man has walked this path, and I hope you can do the same. Remember, never forget your original intention to stay true to yourself.”

At this moment, Qin Feng inexplicably felt a change in perception. The unreliable Dad of the past suddenly seemed more towering?

“Wife, did I do alright?” Dad turned his head, seeking approval, and his towering image collapsed.

It was indeed an illusion. Qin Feng’s lips twitched, but after Dad’s counsel, his mindset did become more composed.

“I understand. Thanks, Dad.”

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