With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 182 - 180: Nourishing Myself

"Hmm, I’m back."

Pei Min strapped the longsword to his waist and strode towards the Pei Family.

As for a Sword Cultivator, the main principle is to never be separated from the sword, making the sword a part of oneself, so as to better sense the sword.

Just like how Pei Min seemed to feel the longsword at his waist constantly pulsating... as if it too had a life of its own.

"Master, the young master is here."

The old steward called out loudly.

Pei Min then slowly stepped into the Pei Family that had moved to the County City.

He had already sent a letter to inform his parents of his imminent return home.

"Min’er, I’ve missed you dearly!" Pei Xiu laughed heartily as he walked out briskly.

Looking at his beloved son, whose appearance had greatly changed, he did not feel much strangeness. No matter how their children change, the bloodline bond allows parents to recognize them immediately.

"Min’er." Pei Min’s mother also stepped out.

His parents looked Pei Min up and down, their eyes filled with disbelief.

In just three years, Pei Min’s appearance had significantly changed.

Now, Pei Min’s body had started to grow, his head reaching Pei Xiu’s chest level.

And Pei Min’s expression remained calm and serene, like the Mirror Lake on the eastern mountain of the County City, deep and unruffled.

Pei’s mother’s looks were decent, and Pei Min inherited her features. At this moment, Pei Min’s appearance was exceptional. The swordsmanship he cultivated lent an aura of sharpness to him, with his white robe and sword at his waist, more graceful than those young heroes in Jianghu stories.

"I’ve long heard that you, Min, went out to learn martial arts, with extraordinary talent. Yet, this world still belongs to the Imperial Court. Even that Northern Sword King is a subject of our Yu Dynasty. Min, don’t forget your roots."

A clear voice rang out as a girl in red, looking no older than sixteen, stepped out from behind Pei’s mother, speaking to Pei Min in a chiding tone.

Pei Min didn’t speak, merely glancing at Pei Xiu.

Pei Xiu coughed, seemingly warning the girl, then said in a low voice, "This is your aunt’s adopted daughter from her family, named Li Yun. She will be your sister from now on."

Pei Xiu gave Pei Min a look.

Pei Min understood immediately.

Pei Xiu, having climbed to his current position, was certainly taking advantage of connections. Pei’s mother was an illegitimate daughter of a prominent family in the Capital City.

Now it seemed that perhaps Pei Xiu and Pei’s mother’s natal family, the Li Family, were drawing closer?

As for this girl, Pei Min guessed, she might be used for some political purpose.

After all, Pei Xiu was an only child, and the Pei Family had been passing from one generation to another. Pei Xiu had no more children for Pei Min, no brothers or sisters.

Be it for a political marriage or for the Li Family to monitor the Pei Family, Pei Min had no interest.

His gaze shifted slightly, looking at Li Yun.

"Sister?"

"Hmph." There was a flash of sharp light in Pei Min’s eyes, and Li Yun felt as if an invisible gale swept past her.

Li Yun’s face turned pale, and she nearly collapsed, supported only by leaning against Pei’s mother.

"Pei Min, nice to meet you, sister." Pei Min said coolly before following Pei Xiu away.

Li Yun wanted to say more but was restrained by Pei’s mother.

"They have business to discuss, we women shouldn’t interfere in these matters."

In the study, a calligraphy work with bold, elegant strokes hung on the wall, with the words "Integrity carries virtue" written on it.

"Father, who exactly is she..." Pei Min inquired.

"The Li Family wants our Pei Family to marry into another family, just to prevent any breach of etiquette; they simply adopted a daughter and gave her to us. After all, I also have no daughter." Pei Xiu chuckled, seemingly an unsophisticated middle-aged man.

But Pei Min knew Pei Xiu’s nature well. He was shrewd, adept at reading people, decisive, even cold and ruthless at times, yet he had certain morals. His skills were remarkable, navigating officialdom like a fish in water.

"Since Father has weighed the options, then I am assured."

"According to your master, your talent is exceptional even among the Jianghu?" Pei Xiu pondered and said.

"Yes."

Pei Xiu nodded and continued, "If that is the case, then pursue what you want to do. Don’t squander your talent, but remember to ensure the continuation of the Pei Family lineage."

"I was quite surprised when Lum Sword Saint sent a letter. This is a Visualization Image that I personally sought from the Capital City for you."

"And a whole set of swordsmanship, for you to decide if you can practice it."

Pei Xiu opened a secret compartment behind the cabinet and handed two items to Pei Min.

[You returned to the Pei Family, and your father gave you the carefully prepared Sword Dao legacy.]

[You obtained the Yangwu Sword Technique and the Righteous River Visualization Map. You are quite surprised because these two items are vaguely of a higher level than Lum Changfeng’s legacy.]

In this place, the Sword Dao legacy includes two items: one is swordsmanship, and the other is a Visualization Image.

As for other Martial Dao aspects like footwork, Inner Strength, hard skills, and so on, they are simplified and integrated into the swordsmanship. Only those in Jianghu who seek but fail the Sword Dao focus on other aspects.

For a Sword Cultivator, swordsmanship alone suffices.

Pei Min’s current legacy indeed only comprises one set: Lum Changfeng, the Northern Sword King, and Cloud-Breaking Sword Saint’s Cloud Exploration Sword Technique and Cloud-Breaking Visualization Map.

Other Visualization Images were quite basic, used for foundational purposes.

Ordinarily, only a complete top-tier Sword Dao legacy could enable the cultivation of Sword Intent, achieving the title of Sword Saint, just like Lum Changfeng’s legacy.

Yet Pei Min, relying on those foundational Visualization Images and swordsmanship, came to comprehend Sword Intent through battles...

"I cultivate my Vast Righteous Qi..."

"The Confucian legacy..." Pei Min pondered this legacy carefully.

"This legacy is somewhat complex and challenging, actually requiring the blending of swordsmanship with Confucian studies..." Pei Min smiled.

He seemed to have grasped Pei Xiu’s intention.

Pei Xiu would not directly state his goal; he would only provide the optimal solution.

According to the records within this legacy, it would take at least twenty to thirty years of studying to cultivate a mouthful of Vast Righteous Qi, using it to forge Vast Sword Intent, a truly upright Confucian technique.

And this technique seemed to surpass Lum Changfeng’s legacy by a fair margin.

During his return journey from the Northern Land, Pei Min had not encountered a Sword Dao legacy that could compare with Cloud-Breaking Sword Intent’s legacy.

If Pei Min craved this technique, he could pursue the Imperial Examination path, thus balancing both literary and martial pursuits.

"But it’s a pity, dear Father, my talent seems to exceed your expectations... After all, my ambitions do not lie within the mundane..."

[You stayed quietly at home, beginning to cultivate that mouthful of Vast Righteous Qi.]

[You entered the private school, disinterested in the rigid study of the classics, debated with the teacher for a day, after which the teacher left to consult their mentor.]

[You left the private school and set up a hut at Changfeng Mountain, naming it Sword Pavilion.]

[Fellow students came visiting, laughing at your humble little thatched hut. You smiled without speaking, writing a timeless essay: "A mountain isn’t high but renowned with celestial presence..."]