No-Sword Peak's thatched hut was piled with uncleared snow, glistening in the sunlight.
Gazing at Dan Wuque's pretty little face, so eager for knowledge, Su Bei began to speak gently, "The so-called Attack Speed Critical Strike is a term I created myself."
Xiao Ruoching was also taken aback, a skeptical look on her face. She had never heard this term in her previous life, had she? Her Master had created it?! She couldn't help but perk up her ears. Her gaze remained calm, but her mind was no longer on the ruined 'pants'.
"A term Senior Brother created himself?" Dan Wuque asked. "Senior Brother, could you explain to me what these two terms mean?"
Su Bei, pleased by the adoration in Dan Wuque's eyes, found a spot to sit down leisurely and said, "Attack Speed! It refers to the number of times you can inflict damage on an enemy within a set period. The more times you hit, the faster the Attack Speed! As for a Critical Strike, it refers to inflicting damage on an enemy that is far greater than your usual level!"
Dan Wuque suddenly understood. Ah, so that was it! Her eyes shining brightly, she looked at the dark 'pants' on Xiao Ruoching's legs and exclaimed in astonishment, "I never imagined such a small pair of 'pants' could have such an effect. Senior Brother is truly admirable! I admire you!"
Then, scratching her head lightly with some embarrassment, she looked at Su Bei and said, "Uh, Senior Brother, do you have any more of these 'pants'? I would like a pair too..."
Xiao Ruoching furrowed her brows and pursed her lips lightly. After Su Bei had explained the meanings of Attack Speed and Critical Strike, she once more meticulously examined the snug 'pants'.
What Attack Speed? What Critical Strike? These are merely ordinary pants that happen to be somewhat comfortable!
Then, with an almost undetectable look of ironic skepticism, she gazed at Su Bei.
The Eighth Elder is just as naive and simple-minded as in my previous life, immersed only in the Sword Dao, being toyed with by my Master... Heh. Increase Attack Speed and Critical Strike? If this item truly had such miraculous effects, would I have been able to tear it so easily? Aside from being comfortable, these 'pants' have no defensive capabilities whatsoever! And how could wearing such a thing possibly improve one's Attack Speed? Utter nonsense. However, since putting on these 'pants,' Master has, in just a few minutes, already stolen forty-seven glances at me.
Hearing Dan Wuque's request, Su Bei was startled. She seems to have misunderstood something... Attack Speed Critical Strike isn't for boosting *her* own stats!
His gaze involuntarily shifted to Dan Wuque's straight, slender legs, devoid of any excess flesh, and her delicate, well-turned ankles. Then to her small, bare feet, treading on the soft snow, fair and tender. In the sunlight, the faint blue of slender veins was barely visible beneath her skin. He then cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "Eighth Junior Sister, I don't have any spare pairs right now. My disciple's silk... 'pants' are merely an experimental item."
Seeing Dan Wuque's somewhat downcast, disappointed eyes, Su Bei hurriedly continued, "However, since Junior Sister wants a pair, how could I, your Senior Brother, refuse you? Coincidentally, I have another pair here. Although I was keeping them for myself... here, they're yours!"
Dan Wuque quickly lifted her head, blinking, and said excitedly, "Really? Thank you, Senior Brother!"
With a light flick of his hand, a ray of light flashed from Su Bei's storage ring.
Dan Wuque joyfully accepted the mysterious 'pants'. She then hurried into the thatched hut, eager to change into them immediately.
"Senior Brother, no peeking!"
Xiao Ruoching let out a sigh and patted her head. This silly Martial Aunt.
Su Bei saw Dan Wuque enter the thatched hut, then waved gently to Xiao Ruoching. Amidst his disciple's puzzled gaze, he gently took out _The Protagonist Must Cultivate This Technique_ from his robes and handed it to Xiao Ruoching.
"Disciple, this is the Cultivation Technique your Master has selected for you from the numerous techniques in the Sword Concealing Pavilion..."
Seeing Xiao Ruoching's clearly furrowed brows and her lips moving as if she wanted to say something, Su Bei sat up straight, looking at her with an inscrutable expression, and said, "Disciple, do you think this Cultivation Technique looks very ordinary?"
Xiao Ruoching stared at the book, its title written in crooked characters, her face full of black lines. Very ordinary? What kind of moron would pick out this Cultivation Technique? Wasn't he supposed to get the _Gentle Wind Qi Leading Sword Technique_ for me? Why does everything around me seem so strange since I've returned? No! It's not that everything around is strange—it's just that my Master is very strange. But it's also possible that he's testing me.
Xiao Ruoching took a deep breath and accepted _The Protagonist Must Cultivate This Technique_ with both hands. Maybe... maybe there is something different about this book?
A gentle breeze was blowing.
Su Bei sat on his chair, his eyes fixed on the Cultivation Technique, planning to explain its unique features to Xiao Ruoching. "Disciple, you must know, this world never lacks geniuses. Never mind the Northern Sea, the Western Wasteland, the Southern Barbarians, or the Eastern Lands; consider how vast the Twenty-One Provinces alone are. How many people are there? And among all these people, how many are geniuses? There are too many geniuses! And how many of them become famous in this world? Having observed the history of the Twenty-One Provinces, I, your Master, have summarized it thus: the so-called path of cultivation—everything depends on luck! Some people..."
The wind picked up.
Su Bei felt the cool breeze. He felt dead leaves falling, bit by bit, and then saw a purple skirt fly out of the thatched hut in an instant... It fluttered like a butterfly dancing in the sky, carried by the wind, mingling with the dead leaves.
Wait a minute? A skirt?
The skirt floated precisely onto Su Bei's face, bringing with it a faint fragrance.
Then, Dan Wuque's voice came from inside the thatched hut, "Senior Brother, I don't need to wear a skirt with these 'pants,' right? I threw out that bothersome skirt. By the way, these 'pants' are so comfy... They feel very smooth, but I don't notice any special effect. And isn't the fabric of these 'pants' a bit sheer? They don't quite cover my... I'm coming out now..."
Su Bei coughed violently, an image involuntarily conjuring in his mind! She... she's only wearing stockings, no skirt?! Innumerable images from those "study material" folders on his Blue Star computer—the ones in the terabyte-sized collection—flashed rapidly through Su Bei's mind like a slideshow.
His body shivered subconsciously. If that aloof Dan Wulan finds out what I've done to her sister, I'll be skinned alive even if I don't die!
Su Bei tossed the skirt from his face and hurriedly rummaged through his storage ring for clothes, exclaiming, "No... No, that won't do! Junior Sister, don't come out yet! I'll... I'll find you a more comfortable skirt. You have to wear a skirt!"
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