After My Master Lost All Her Cultivation, I Awakened the Wife-Pampering System! - Chapter 8:

Chapter 8: Su Wanqing’s Concerns

She believed the bigger problem lay with herself. Now that Su Wanqing had completely lost her cultivation, she no longer feared losing everything else—because she already had nothing left. What she truly feared was losing her chastity. She had even mentally prepared to take her own life if such a situation occurred.

And now, to her surprise, she had found in Chu Ning a means to resume her Cultivation Practice. That reignited her fighting spirit. How could she not be uplifted?

Yet despite this, she was now just a powerless woman with no cultivation. Naturally, her thoughts became somewhat chaotic.

When Chu Ning stepped out, Su Wanqing blushed and glared slightly at him, wanting to correct some of his words. But the moment she saw his sincere gaze, filled only with reverence, she faltered.

“Master, you can cook? I’m starving. Thank you, Master!”

That look, that tone—absolutely flawless!

Had she really overthought it?

Su Wanqing sighed inwardly. The disciple had no hidden intentions, yet she couldn’t help but overthink. Her mind was indeed in turmoil.

But suddenly, she noticed something different about Chu Ning’s aura—it seemed stronger than during the day. Could his Realm have increased?

Unable to suppress her curiosity, Su Wanqing asked, “Ning’er, your cultivation aura… don’t tell me, you’ve reached the 2nd stage?”

Chu Ning calmly glanced at her, smiling faintly as he whispered, “It’s not convenient to alert the enemy.”

Su Wanqing was stunned—it was true!

Didn’t this disciple have poor aptitude? Yet today, he’d already had continuous breakthroughs?

Chu Ning continued smiling, “The people of the Supreme Profound Sect will surely try more ways to seize Little Bamboo Peak and suppress us. The most important thing for me now is to improve my Realm. So it’s best to keep it hidden for now.”

Play the pig to eat the tiger—who couldn’t do that?

They thought he was Body Tempering (3rd stage), but he was already at the 1st stage. They’d assume he was at the 1st stage, but what if he reached the 3rd?

The information gap would cause their plans to fail step by step. He just needed to delay for time, raise his cultivation, hold onto Little Bamboo Peak, and protect Su Wanqing!

He looked solemnly at the world before him.

Under the night sky, Little Bamboo Peak was tranquil and serene, the bamboo leaves rustling in the wind, peaceful and refreshing.

Su Wanqing understood instantly but didn’t say anything aloud. Could it be that the cultivation bottleneck he had endured for eighteen years had finally broken in a sudden realization?

Such things weren’t unheard of, but what was her disciple truly thinking at this moment?

She looked at Chu Ning, still astonished, but remained silent.

Suddenly, Chu Ning said emotionally, “I grew up on Little Bamboo Peak. I’ve seen Master cultivate and break through countless times, living up to your title as a prodigy. I never imagined that Master would end up like this today.”

“I also didn’t expect the place I’ve lived for so many years to be coveted by others, and the Sect Master to silently permit it.”

“The change between then and now is truly disheartening.”

Su Wanqing froze for a moment, then showed a bitter smile.

“It’s all because my Dao heart was lacking. After losing my cultivation, if I had just secluded myself to reflect, it wouldn’t have come to this.”

Chu Ning shook his head. “Life is unpredictable. So are people’s hearts.”

“This is Heaven’s trial for Master—to temper your Dao heart. Since your cultivation can now be restored, doesn’t this prove it?”

Hearing this, a sudden clarity appeared on her face.

Right—losing her cultivation, seeing through human nature, seeing through the Dao path, and now having a chance to restore it… all of it made sense.

Chu Ning added, “When Heaven assigns great responsibilities to someone, it must first test their resolve, strain their muscles and bones, starve their body, exhaust them, and disrupt their path—only then can they gain strength and perseverance to accomplish what they couldn’t before.”

Her heart trembled again.

Throughout history, those who attained sainthood—how many of them ever had an easy path?

Indeed, all that she had faced was Heaven’s arrangement—to strengthen her where she had lacked!

Her disciple’s words further solidified her desire to walk the path of cultivation again.

Then, she suddenly saw Chu Ning hand her a talisman.

Su Wanqing blinked, taking it with a puzzled look.

“This isn’t one of the talismans from my storage ring… there’s spatial power sealed within…”

“If danger arises, if someone targets you with ill intent, you can use this talisman to instantly escape without being detected.”

“You don’t even need to take it out. Just a drop of blood and a thought—activate it immediately.”

“Let’s eat first. After dinner, I’ll continue helping Master repair your meridians. You once sheltered me; now it’s my turn to protect you. Leave it to me.”

Su Wanqing silently put the talisman away and nodded lightly.

But her gaze dimmed slightly. Chu Ning’s words had stirred a sense of guilt within her.

Her disciple now had many fortuitous encounters. His cultivation improved rapidly, and he possessed powerful treasures. Restoring her meridians would consume a lot of his energy and time—and who knew how long it would take?

If Chu Ning focused entirely on his own cultivation instead of her, perhaps he could achieve far more.

As a master, she was no longer of much use. In truth, she was only holding him back now.

That was why she hadn’t approached Chu Ning all day for help with her meridian repair. It wasn’t until evening, after she’d cooked, that she finally came to speak with him.

She was already a cripple. How could she ask Chu Ning to waste his time, energy, and effort on her? There wasn’t much she could offer anymore…

On the table were a few simple dishes—among the few she knew how to cook.

Chu Ning had long been unable to hold back!

After a full day of cultivation without fasting, he was absolutely starving!

“Master, if there’s no issue, I’ll start eating now!”

With Su Wanqing’s nod, Chu Ning didn’t hesitate—he grabbed the bowl and started devouring the food!

It was delicious!

Only now could he temporarily lay down the burdens on his shoulders and the mounting pressure, and fully immerse himself in the act of eating!

So good!

“Master’s cooking is still amazing!”

The feeling of fullness started to set in, but clearly, it wasn’t enough—Chu Ning ate quickly.

Su Wanqing sat beside him, watching gently.

Her disciple had truly grown. Earlier, when he faced what looked like Wang Tianyi but was actually the Elder of Void Dao Peak, he showed cold indifference.

That was the right attitude against enemies.

But toward her, he remained as respectful as ever.

In her sixty years as a master and a hundred years of Cultivation Practice, she had never known what it felt like to be protected by someone. It brought a great sense of security—but even more so, unease.

Chu Ning’s cultivation was improving rapidly. Helping her recover would cost him dearly.

And she… had nothing to offer in return.

This burdened her deeply as a master.

She felt useless now. Even if Chu Ning was her disciple, she didn’t want him to devote all his attention to her.

At this moment, Su Wanqing didn’t eat. Her expression was hesitant, her eyes lost in thought.

When Chu Ning finally finished and let out a satisfied burp, he said, “Master, please take your time eating. I have a question.”

Su Wanqing replied calmly, “Go ahead, ask. It’s no trouble.”

Chu Ning nodded and asked, “Master once personally taught me the Ethereal Sword Technique, but I never comprehended it. Was it due to my Spirit Root, or something else?”

Sword cultivation—it was every man’s dream!

How many times had he envied his Fellow Disciples soaring through the skies on flying swords?

To split the heavens with a single strike, shatter cities, sever rivers, and roar, ‘Sword, come!’—what a thrill!

Now that he had a solid foundation, what he really wanted to learn was still the sword.

Most importantly—it looked cool!

His aptitude had been too poor before. But now, with a mid-grade Spirit Root and the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art constantly refining his roots, he was at least at mid-high aptitude.

He should now barely meet the Supreme Profound Sect’s standard for entry-level disciples.

So he wanted to ask.

Su Wanqing answered without hesitation, “Spirit Root.”

Aptitude determines cultivation. That’s an unchangeable truth.

No matter how hard you try, if your Spirit Root is lacking, you can’t cultivate.

A Spirit Root isn’t just for Cultivation Practice. It’s like a tree’s root—it affects your thinking, your absorption rate of spiritual Qi, and your speed of conversion. Those with supreme Spirit Roots—like her—could manifest sword intent with a single draw.

Ordinary people might spend decades just to grasp it. That was the gap.

Chu Ning thought for a moment and asked, “So if my Spirit Root improves, can I learn the sword too?”

Su Wanqing nodded again but narrowed her eyes and smiled, “What, you want to continue learning the sword?”

Chu Ning smiled, “Flying on a sword through the sky, wandering freely—it’s what everyone dreams of. I’m no different.”

Su Wanqing suddenly thought of something.

Though she’d lost her cultivation, her knowledge and insight remained.

Since her disciple wanted to learn the sword, she could certainly teach him.

It was as if a weight had been lifted from her heart—she smiled.

“In the past, your progress in sword cultivation was painfully slow. I had no choice but to assign you to Body Tempering techniques, or you wouldn’t have made it at all. But now, if you truly have the chance, I’ll start teaching you tomorrow.”

“But remember, cultivation depends on diligence and persistence. Even if results aren’t immediate, don’t be discouraged…”

“In a bit, show me your Ethereal Sword Technique. Let me see how much progress you’ve made.”

“Yes, Master.”

After saying all this, Su Wanqing clearly felt relieved.

She had finally found a way to guide Chu Ning in sword cultivation.

Poor aptitude could be made up for. Even if the results weren’t great, at least she could guide him.

It gave her a purpose again.

For someone like her who had once stood at the peak of strength, falling into ruin shook her Dao heart. But another heavy blow came from being unable to offer anything in return when her disciple showed her kindness.

Now she had something to offer—something he needed. Naturally, her heart eased greatly.

Chu Ning nodded. After all, it was the sword path—never weak when mastered.

Difficult? Sure. But what wasn’t difficult?

Just then, a system notification rang in his mind.

[Successfully comforted the discouraged wife. Reward: 1,000 Contribution Points!]

Chu Ning was stunned.

Huh?

When did I comfort her?

All I did was ask about my Cultivation Practice!

He looked up sharply and saw Su Wanqing’s face no longer held any trace of hesitation or conflict. Instead, she seemed genuinely pleased, her smile gentle.

Though she had lost her cultivation, her graceful bearing remained untouched. Under the moonlight, her exquisite features and subtle smile were still breathtaking.

But Chu Ning wasn’t paying attention to her beauty at all.

He really didn’t understand.

Which sentence was the one that comforted her?

Ridiculous…