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Chapter 821: Am I Cute?

Duan Feiyu excitedly carried a water jug over for the both of them. Initially, Duan Feiyu had been worried about letting Ling Chuxi teach Duan Xiaomo, but when he saw the both of them cultivating together, and all the martial arts Duan Xiaomo had learned, he was relieved. The Great Fist Skills that Duan Xiaomo had learned were indeed suitable for him.

“Chuxi, Xiaomo, have some water. Take a rest.” Duan Feiyu poured water for them attentively.

Ling Chuxi wiped the sweat off her forehead, came over, and took a cup of water. Duan Xiaomo, however, was still cultivating seriously.

“Xiaomo, come drink water. You need to rest,” Ling Chuxi called.

“Alright, Ling Chuxi.” Duan Xiaomo stopped practicing and walked over.

“Call me Elder Sister, you brat!” Ling Chuxi barked angrily. This brat always called her by full name, it wasn’t cute at all!

“No, Ling Chuxi,” Duan Xiaomo said again without any expression.

“Not cute at all.” Ling Chuxi looked away with a huff.

“Am I cute?” Duan Xiaomo turned to his elder brother Duan Feiyu and asked in his usual emotionless tone.

“Hahaha... My family’s Xiaomo is certainly the cutest boy alive.” Duan Feiyu laughed happily and nodded. He didn’t understand what the brat meant, but he just agreed like any doting elder brother.

Ling Chuxi was speechless as she glared at Duan Feiyu who had a silly smile on his face. Only Duan Feiyu could say something like that. If it were anyone else, seeing an expressionless child asking whether he was cute or not, they would have been baffled.

“I’m a cute brat...” Duan Xiaomo turned back to Ling Chuxi and said blankly, “Ling Chuxi.”

“A pair of silly brothers.” Ling Chuxi could only sigh and shrug, feeling extremely helpless.

Little White watched this scene in amusement, affection clear in his eyes. A childish Chuxi was really cute.

Meanwhile, Little Red patted its small belly and basked in the sun contentedly.

“The Su family’s martial arts competition that is held once every three months is just around the corner,” Duan Feiyu said lightly. He had overheard Su Yanhua talking about it.

“Yes, it’s a good tradition so I decided to keep it going. In the future, the Golden Pill Sect will also hold a martial arts competition every three months; this will urge everyone to cultivate. In the future, we might consider having ranks or small rewards too,” Ling Chuxi said thoughtfully.

“Yes, it sounds good.” Duan Feiyu nodded. “The Celestial Sect also has a similar tradition, and it really is very beneficial.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing how far the Su family disciples have come.” Ling Chuxi smiled and looked up at the blue sky. The Golden Pill Sect was gradually being rebuilt, and Su Xiu’er, Su Yanhua, and the others would be its future pillars.

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A few days later, as a gentle breeze was blowing, Su Yanhua was practicing with another Su family disciple in the middle of the sea of flowers. The impressive clanging and whistling of swords rang out, and The Finger Method and Needle Method were also mixed within the sword play, which was even more ingenious.

Other disciples of the Su family were gathered around them, cheering from time to time. Everyone was eager to give it a shot.