After My Master Lost All Her Cultivation, I Awakened the Wife-Pampering System! - Chapter 30:

Chapter 30: Half an Hour of Sword Riding—Shocking Su Wanqing!

For a moment, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Su Wanqing truly didn’t know if she should be amused or exasperated.

How to describe her current mood? She found this disciple… quite amusing?

At least he was being honest, not hiding anything from her at all.

Originally, she should’ve felt awkward, yet somehow, she didn’t anymore.

If Chu Ning hadn’t brought it up, she might’ve started consciously avoiding him, maybe even meeting him less frequently.

But now that it had been said outright, Su Wanqing actually found herself with room to maneuver.

After all, she was much older than Chu Ning.

If she really wanted to mess with him, she could play him like a dog…

At the dining table, Chu Ning was behaving for once. Probably because he was focused on eating and didn’t talk much—he couldn’t do both at once.

Yes, she found him much more pleasing to the eye when he was quiet.

Ning’er was at his best when he was asleep or when his mouth was shut… should I sew it up?

Su Wanqing had such thoughts, but her mood was actually quite good.

A moment later, she finished eating first.

She turned and went to Little Bamboo Peak to fetch a decent-quality flying sword.

Chu Ning, still hugging a big bowl of rice, looked at her in confusion.

“Master, what’s that for?”

“For sword riding.”

“But don’t we have better ones?”

Su Wanqing lowered her voice, “It’s for appearances. Best not to take out what’s in the storage ring.”

Chu Ning understood immediately and nodded hard.

“Master, you can explain the essentials while I finish eating—I’ll try it as I listen.”

That was exactly what Su Wanqing intended.

With Chu Ning’s 3rd stage Destiny Comprehension Realm cultivation, it wasn’t a problem to grasp sword control.

“Sword riding is a form of object control. The difference is that you’re placing your entire weight on the sword, so it takes more spiritual Qi and focus.”

“Ordinarily, riding a sword for 50 kilometers consumes more spiritual Qi than a typical 3rd stage cultivator can handle. But that’s where sword intent comes in.”

She sat beside him and casually demonstrated with the sword.

“When you were little, I taught you the Ethereal Sword Technique. Do you still remember it?”

Chu Ning immediately answered, “Everything Master taught, I remember!”

Su Wanqing sighed, “This isn’t the time for jokes. If you’ve forgotten, I’ll teach you again…”

“Nine chapters, 181 moves. How could I forget…”

Chu Ning’s childhood dream had been to become a Sword Immortal!

He’d watched Su Wanqing, the Green-Robed Sword Saint, roam the world freely—how could he not admire that?

But he’d lacked talent. Sword cultivation was about innate gift.

No matter how hard you trained, without understanding sword intent, you’d always be an outsider. Su Wanqing had grasped it the moment she held a sword. How could they compare?

So, after years of fruitless training, Chu Ning had turned to body tempering and fist techniques.

But he never forgot the sword forms Su Wanqing had taught him. No matter how tangled their relationship became, their master-disciple bond always came first.

Well… most of the time.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and a smile appeared at the corners of her lips.

So he remembered—hadn’t forgotten his roots.

She’d thought this rebellious brat had forgotten everything.

“If that’s the case, do you remember what I said? A sword cultivator must first learn sword techniques, then grasp sword intent, and finally comprehend the true essence?”

Step by step.

Practice basic forms, understand the techniques, comprehend sword intent, then master the Ethereal Concept.

It was a gradual process.

But Su Wanqing?

She had comprehended the Ethereal Concept first, and only afterward, with the sect’s support, developed the Ethereal Sword Technique to match it.

That was the mark of a Prodigy—no detours, just straight to the peak.

Chu Ning nodded.

What she didn’t know was that his Ethereal Sword Technique had already evolved into the Boundless Sword Manual.

He’d already reached the level of understanding the Ethereal Concept.

He just hadn’t found the right moment to tell her…

“Master, how is this related to sword riding?”

Su Wanqing smiled, “Sword intent is key to sword riding. Think about it—if you’re just relying on spiritual Qi to carry your nearly 100-kilogram body, wouldn’t that drain your Qi quickly?”

“I don’t weigh 100 kilograms. I’m under 75…”

“Enough with the nonsense!”

“Yes, Master. Please continue…”

She snorted softly, “Once a Sword Cultivator comprehends sword intent, that understanding allows the sword itself to support and exert power more efficiently. Sword riding becomes easier.”

“You can start with basic sword riding. Then continue training your swordsmanship and understanding sword intent. In the future, even traveling thousands of kilometers will barely consume more Qi than a single Spirit Stone. Understand?”

Chu Ning took a deep breath and nodded.

So that was it. Once you grasped true intent, everything became easier.

Some people couldn’t even cut bamboo with one sword swing, while others could slice mountains and cities apart. Cultivation played a role, but sword mastery mattered more.

That’s why sword cultivators were terrifying. A plain sword could still lop your head off—before you even finished casting your spell.

But sword cultivation was hard. Even Jiang Qingyue, Su Wanqing’s top disciple with a Supreme Spirit Root, had only reached the third level after thirty years.

Meanwhile, Chu Ning… was progressing faster without cheats…

Chu Ning finished eating. Su Wanqing handed him the flying sword, took his bowl, and started cleaning up.

She didn’t treat it as anything special. A disciple in cultivation had better things to do—she could handle chores like this.

Chu Ning held the sword and used his spiritual sense to stabilize it.

He quickly got the hang of it.

Now, what if he stepped on it?

He jumped up—and immediately slammed the sword into the ground.

Obviously, not enough spiritual Qi!

So he forcefully channeled Qi into the blade to lift himself.

But the consumption was abnormal!

Even using all his Qi, he barely lifted off the ground.

He felt a weightless sensation—he was 0.5 meters off the ground!

“Haha! I did it! I actually—”

Thud!

He toppled face-first.

Damn…

Not far away, Su Wanqing burst out laughing, teasing, “Don’t rush. Focus on balance. Try slowly. Otherwise, if you fall mid-air one day, who’s going to save you?”

“I’ll just ride the wind down, no?”

“Not wrong…”

That moment of lift-off, even if dangerous, had thrilled Chu Ning.

Cultivation was truly full of joy and wonder!

He kept trying—and failing. After more than a dozen attempts, he finally stabilized, and grasped the key to balancing himself.

But when he tried to move forward, Qi consumption doubled!

He ran dry immediately and had to pull out a pill to replenish.

Su Wanqing crossed her legs and watched with interest.

“That’s the basic principle. To reduce consumption, understand sword intent. Ning’er, the path is long. Focus on your sword training.”

Chu Ning nodded with a smile.

Having a teacher by your side… was actually a really nice feeling.

But, truthfully… he already could comprehend sword intent.

Even though it wasn’t much.

He had mastered the Ethereal Concept!

According to Su Wanqing, if you reached that level, sword riding shouldn’t be difficult or Qi-draining anymore.

So…

He moved the sword in front of him with a thought, spiritual Qi flowing.

He activated the Boundless Sword Manual. Heavenly Dao energy surged around him.

Gripping the sword, he performed a full sequence of elegant sword forms.

181 moves—executed smoothly.

Su Wanqing’s face changed instantly and she stood up.

That… was the Ethereal Concept!

She’d deduced that concept herself—she knew it better than anyone.

But somehow, this felt… more refined?

He finished the set. Chu Ning felt himself approaching unity with the sword.

As he hovered on the flying sword, his posture light, there was no resistance at all. He’d achieved effortless sword control.

In Su Wanqing’s stunned gaze, Chu Ning—who had learned sword riding less than thirty minutes ago—soared skyward like a streak of light!

“Ning’er! Be careful!” she called.

But Chu Ning didn’t need caution.

He just needed to look cool.

Wind howled past his ears. He soared above mountains, past Little Bamboo Peak, the entire Supreme Profound Sect beneath him, then above the clouds.

He looked down. In the distant north, a towering snow-capped mountain rose skyward.

In other directions, the major sects of the Human Realm could be seen. Among them, the six top sects, including the Supreme Profound Sect, stood proudly.

Breaking through the clouds, he saw the vast blue sky and sprawling mountains below.

To ride a sword through the world, slay evil across heaven and earth—this feeling was beyond exhilarating.

But then, he suddenly thought of Su Wanqing and descended swiftly.

By now, she could no longer see his figure.

She stood stunned, her face full of awe and disbelief.

She hadn’t expected him to master sword riding in under half an hour—and to even apply the Ethereal Concept?

But he was advancing too fast…

Someday, he’d surpass her entirely.

At that moment, she couldn’t tell if she felt more proud or more sorrowful. Her gaze dimmed.

She needed to keep cultivating. But now…

As a sword cultivator, not even being able to ride a sword—it was a bit disheartening.

No matter. She wouldn’t be left behind for long…

A figure streaked toward her at terrifying speed.

Chu Ning hovered before her, steady and calm.

Dressed in green robes, he wasn’t striking in appearance, but there was an unmistakable immortal aura about him. With his sword floating before him, the sight was enough to make Su Wanqing lose focus.

Then, he reached out a hand.

“Since Master can’t ride a sword, then I shall be your sword.”

Su Wanqing was momentarily stunned, her heart trembling.

He would be her sword…

Chu Ning smiled, “I want to take Master to see the world. Of course, if you’re afraid…”

Su Wanqing’s eyes flashed. She glared and grabbed his hand, stepping behind him.

Afraid? When had she ever been afraid?

Back then, for herself, she’d feared no one.

Now, for Chu Ning, she feared nothing either!

Chu Ning, seeing his plan work, instantly accelerated!

Su Wanqing’s face turned pale!

She couldn’t ride a sword right now—couldn’t even ride the wind!

Terrified, she wrapped her arms around his back and shouted softly, “Ning’er! Slow down!”

“I can’t slow down!”

“You…”

Su Wanqing was speechless.

Now that he had some strength, was he really showing off in front of his master?

But… he really did have strength now.

Her gaze softened, and the corners of her lips curled into a smile.