In a certain star system.
A massive, thousand-faced grotesque tree stood upon a planet.
It had just finished devouring the natives of this planet.
This was the famous Aeon of Abundance, Shuhu.
"Luohu?"
Suddenly, Shuhu felt the connection to its pet severed.
Luohu, the sentient planet it personally awakened, was dead.
"Who killed my pet?"
"It must be those wretched creatures who monopolize the Abundance divine power again."
Shuhu looked down upon the Xianzhou people the most.
They actively sought the Elixir Master for immortality and received the Abundance divine power, a creation of the Aeon that countless Abundance Folk had failed to obtain.
The Xianzhou people received it, yet they turned against the Aeon, ran off to worship the star-fated bow, and even attempted to kill the Elixir Master.
Crucially, monopolizing the Abundance divine power and refusing to share it with other Abundance Folk was truly hateful!
They were simply trash.
If they dared to kill its pet today, they would dare to kill it tomorrow!
The more Shuhu thought about it, the angrier it became.
If it weren't for the numerous Generals on the opposing side, it would attack right now.
It hadn't won the last war it launched, so now it was recovering, accumulating strength to grow more powerful.
"Forget it. I'll let you be arrogant for a little longer."
"Once I recover, I will first attack the Luofu and seize the Ambrosial Arbor. Let's see who can stop me then!"
Its pet was dead, and it was furious, but it held back.
It continued toward the next planet, devouring the natives and gathering the Abundance Folk to prepare for the next war.
The Abundance divine power must be obtained!
Immortal Vessel of Cangcheng.
Qingcheng spatial anomaly, the Jing family residence.
Oliver sent the officials away and gained some peace.
After tasting Jingliu's cooking, he sat leisurely in the courtyard, basking in the sun.
"Master, I want to learn the sword now."
Jingliu changed into a set of training clothes. (As shown in the picture)
She also brought out the sword left behind by her parents.
The sword was three feet and seven inches long and weighed over seven catties.
Seeing Jingliu bring out the real thing, Oliver felt a little flustered.
Because he didn't know sword techniques at all.
However, his image as a master who could cleave a planet with a single sword strike was already established, so he had to pretend to be a sword master.
"Good. Starting today, you will swing your sword 3,000 times daily, do 100 push-ups, 100 squats, and run 20 kilometers."
Oliver said indifferently.
After hearing the training plan, Jingliu's beautiful eyes were filled with doubt.
"Master, will this truly work?"
"I feel like I'll lose my hair if I train like this."
"Master, what sect or school do we belong to?"
Jingliu bombarded him with questions.
Oliver thought for a moment, then bluffed, "No sect, no school, but the world calls me the Green Lotus Sword Immortal."
When you're out and about, you give yourself a title.
Hearing the title 'Sword Immortal,' Jingliu's eyes lit up!
No wonder Oliver could cut down stars; he was a Sword Immortal!
Seeing that Jingliu had fallen for it, Oliver put on a profound and mysterious air: "Killing a man in ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles, after the deed, he brushes his clothes and hides his achievement and name."
Just then, a ray of sunlight fell on Oliver.
The natural filter made him seem like the protagonist in an illusion show, with a halo.
Coupled with the four lines of poetry he recited, it couldn't have been more profound and mysterious!
Jingliu, at such a young age, had never seen such a way of showing off.
She was immediately awestruck.
She seemed to see a knight, with one man, one sword, one pot of wine, ascending to heaven in a single step!
Free-spirited, elegant, and full of heroic spirit!
"So cool! Please teach me swordsmanship, Master!"
Her eyes widened, and her small mouth slightly opened.
Admiration and longing overflowed.
"You are my last disciple, so of course, I will teach you."
Oliver smiled and pointed at the already dilapidated wooden stake in the courtyard: "Train as I tell you."
Jingliu's eyes were firm, and she resolutely walked to the wooden stake and began to swing her sword.
After swinging her sword three thousand times, her arms were weak, and she still had to do push-ups.
After running 20 kilometers, her legs were weak, and she still had to do squats.
Oliver planned to first get Jingliu's body in good shape.
A good body makes everything better.
At night.
Jingliu finished her day's training and collapsed into the bathtub for a soak.
"Will I really have Master's power if I train like this?"
Jingliu wanted to raise her arm to touch it, but her arm was too weak to lift.
Her legs were just as weak; her whole body was weak.
"Like this, lying down for a lifetime is fine too..."
Her eyelids were heavy, growing heavier and heavier until she could no longer keep them open.
She simply fell asleep.
Oliver sat alone in the courtyard, enjoying the breeze.
He waited for a long time but did not see his beloved disciple come out.
"My beloved disciple?"
"Jingliu?"
He walked to the bathroom door, knocking and calling, but there was no response.
"Could she have drowned in the bath?"
Oliver couldn't care less and directly barged into the bathroom.
Upon entering, he saw Jingliu lying unconscious in the bathtub.
He checked and found that she was asleep, the kind that couldn't be woken up.
"If it weren't for me, you would have drowned in here today."
Oliver made a Bandage and wrapped Jingliu.
During the process of wrapping the Bandage, it was inevitable to see some p holy body content.
"Indeed, I have the p holy body; wherever I go, I can see p holy body content."
What met his eyes was a smooth, white, and tender delicate body.
The only drawback was that it hadn't fully developed yet, probably a B-cup.
Both top and bottom were pink and tender, adorable.
If it were anyone else, they would surely make a mistake.
Only he, a true gentleman, would observe from afar without desecrating.
After wrapping the Bandage, Oliver left.
After all, Jingliu was still young and thin-skinned.
As soon as Oliver left the bathroom, Jingliu woke up.
After the Bandage came off, Jingliu felt incredibly comfortable!
Her whole body was full of strength, her eyes were bright, her ears clear, and she could swing her sword three thousand more times.
"Could this Bandage be from Master?"
Jingliu wasn't foolish; there were only two people in the entire house: her and Oliver.
Now that a Bandage appeared in the bathroom, it could only be Oliver's doing.
Her fatigue being gone must also be Oliver's help.
But...
"So Master saw everything?"
Jingliu looked at her body, then silently squatted in the bathtub, letting the bathwater submerge her head.
This matter should have been very rude, with men and women not touching each other.
But Jingliu just couldn't bring herself to hate him.
She even wondered how she would have the nerve to see Oliver later.
It wasn't until midnight that she emerged from the bathroom.
When her eyes met Oliver's, Jingliu blushed and unconsciously averted her gaze.
"Thank you, Master, for helping me relieve my fatigue."
Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum.
It was only thanks to Oliver's good hearing that he could hear clearly.
"Hmm, if you encounter any problems in the future, you can always find me."
Oliver smiled faintly.
Jingliu, however, was so startled by his smile that she turned and ran, fleeing back to her room, hiding under the covers, her ears burning.
"Is this delicate appearance still Jingliu?"
Oliver couldn't help but sigh.
Anyway, the eleven-year-old girl in front of him was hard to connect with the crazy beauty in his impression...