Practicing magic skills in reverse unexpectedly became the supreme immortal skills

Uh! Huang Ye was taken aback; it seemed like this was her main point.

"Qing'er, I won't do that, including with you. I've thought it over carefully these past two days."

"You are still pure maidens. If you become women, I don't know if others will notice."

"If they do notice, the truth about my condition might be exposed."

"Hmph! It's just your excuse. You promised that once you recovered, you'd want me. Now you're changing your mind."

"Qing'er, it's not a problem wanting you, but our current abilities are too weak to protect ourselves. If someone really finds out, it would be a disaster!"

"Alright, young master, I understand. I'm just saying, as long as you promise to want me."

"You must have your reasons for hiding yourself. Entering a noble household is like entering the deep sea; I understand this much."

"Hmm, it seems Qing'er knows quite a lot."

"Of course, the old madam requires us to read more books in our spare time. Especially for someone like me who entered the household at a young age. Besides embroidery, cooking, and tea art, I also have to learn music, poetry, calligraphy, and painting."

Huang Ye's heart was moved. It seemed this girl had some cultural foundation, and her comprehension should be good.

Qing'er had previously said her comprehension was quite good, and now this lightness skill was being taught to him by Qing'er.

The two were learning simultaneously, and he could completely compare his comprehension with Qing'er's.

"Qing'er, how much of Brother Xu's teachings can you understand?"

"Brother Xu's teachings are too profound. I can't understand much and can only memorize them forcefully, but even then, it's incomplete."

Huang Ye thought about Qing'er's explanation just now and found it not difficult, with only two or three places being somewhat unclear.

Now his comprehension could mercilessly surpass Qing'er's, hoping not to be trampled by outsiders as well.

"Once I learn it, I can teach you."

"How much can you comprehend after listening, young master?"

"How should I put it, I feel like I understand it all, but at the same time, I don't. Only after practicing will I know if I've comprehended it correctly."

"Ah! No way, you just listened to my retelling and read some books, and you can comprehend it?" Qing'er exclaimed in surprise.

"I don't know what's happening either, but when I read the texts, I quickly understand their meaning in many places. This technique is actually a method of circulating Qi, gathering Qi to the Dantian, and then circulating it throughout the body to become as light as a swallow.

But I still don't know how to gather Qi. Understanding it doesn't mean I can learn it immediately; it still takes time."

"That's already great. Brother Xu explained it to me word by word, and I can only understand a little."

Qing'er truly admired her young master's comprehension ability. To think that the young master, who had never learned martial arts before, could have such a strong comprehension after waking up was truly puzzling.

"There's no rush in practicing. As long as we have the technique, we can practice it eventually."

"By the way, can you leave the household easily?"

"It's possible. For someone like me who's been here for a long time, there's no restriction on coming and going."

"Find some time to go out and make me two sets of nightwear."

"Nightwear? What is that?" Qing'er was puzzled. It was the first time she had heard this term from the young master.

"It's tight-fitting clothing, like underwear, in black or dark colors, suitable for nighttime activities."

"No wonder the young master wants to learn lightness skills. You're preparing to gather some information in the household."

"Yes, waiting passively is not my style. The fact that I'm awake will be exposed sooner or later. Let's prepare for the worst and be ready for any unexpected situations."

"I'll go out tomorrow to have them made."

"Pay for it first, and I'll repay you when I have money."

"Money?"

"Money is currency used to buy things."

"Young master, you're really strange. We always call it silver taels when buying things. 'Money' is a term I've never heard before."

"No way, the term 'money' has a long history. Maybe you don't go out much, so you don't know!"

"Maybe. We usually only talk about salaries and silver taels in the household."

"By the way, you don't need to repay the silver taels. I receive a salary every month. It's not much, but I have no expenses."

"I've saved quite a bit over the years. Even if we live outside, it's enough for a few years."

Uh! Does this girl think I'm a gigolo? How humiliating!

***

After Qing'er left, Huang Ye focused on memorizing the lightness skill technique.

The entire technique wasn't long, just over three thousand words.

It was divided into five stages: as light as a swallow, walking on eaves and walls, leaving no trace on snow, walking on water, and flying through the air.

Huang Ye felt that reaching the highest level would be equivalent to a martial arts grandmaster. If mastered, it would be impressive in his previous life.

Here, since there were immortal masters, this skill became somewhat redundant.

Finding a cultivation technique for immortals was like daydreaming, so getting this technique was already good.

He wasn't in a position to be picky; accumulating bit by bit was better than doing nothing.

Huh! It seemed his memory had improved too.

In his previous life, memorizing three thousand words would take at least two days, with repeated memorization and recitation in between.

This time, it took two hours to memorize the entire technique almost perfectly.

He recalled watching a variety show called "The Brain."

Those memory geniuses were truly enviable. Although he knew some abilities could be trained, a foundation was still needed.

For an average person with an IQ of only one hundred, reaching that level was very difficult.

He had also found some practice methods online, which had some effect, but reaching that level was impossible.

Now that his mental ability had improved, he might as well try practicing those methods.

***

In the evening, Qing'er and Yue'er came together, with Qing'er carrying a food box.

Huang Ye still didn't eat.

"Yue'er, I'm almost recovered. Let's stick to our usual routine. Tonight, you accompany the young master."

"Okay!" Yue'er agreed.

Qing'er tidied up the dishes and left.

Yue'er sat dazedly at the bedside, lost in her thoughts.

Huang Ye deliberately turned his back to Yue'er, observing her every move clearly.

***

An hour later, he heard soft sobbing.

Why was this girl crying? She had no professionalism as an assassin.

In theory, since he had become foolish at ten, there shouldn't be any deep-seated hatred between them.

"Sigh! Young master, you're a pitiful person too!" Yue'er sighed softly.

Huang Ye's heart tightened. This little girl talking to herself might reveal some secrets.

"I'm also helpless, only to blame you for being born into such a wealthy family. If you don't die, it will be me, and my family won't escape either.

My poor brother is only nine years old. Young master, I'm sorry."

After speaking, a gleaming dagger appeared in her hand.

Huang Ye's hair stood on end. It seemed this girl was really going to make a move this time.

What puzzled him was that from her description, she must be under someone's orders.

But in his current state, he shouldn't pose a threat to those heirs.

Why hadn't anyone tried to kill him for seven years, and only now was there an attempt?

He was fully alert now. If the dagger came at him, he had to act swiftly and decisively to subdue her.

The girl didn't strike immediately but stared at his lower body.

She, she seemed to want to castrate him.

Why?

"Young master, you shouldn't have, you really shouldn't have, defiled my body."

With that, Yue'er raised the dagger high.

Damn, how did I defile her body? Could it be that his predecessor really harmed her?

His predecessor was a fool, unable to take care of himself. How did he defile her?

This was truly bizarre. Did fools have desires too?

He really didn't know, as he had no memory of it.

No more thinking. Solve this urgent problem first. In his current position on the bed, he couldn't turn over to avoid a fatal blow.

Last time, he had to forcefully turn over. This time, he couldn't be polite. He had to act when it was time to act. After all, it would be exposed sooner or later.

With that decision, his muscles tensed, and his hands were ready to strike.