Chapter 342: 342, [Praise Her, Praise Her Loudly]
Hidden Mountain, in front of a small wooden house.

By Elder Gui’s 30th demonstration, Lin Chan had found a glimmer of understanding.

She tried to swing the [Partridge Sky] in her hand, imitating the posture decently enough.

Elder Gui turned around at a slow pace, having seen that Lin Chan had grasped the basics, he nodded approvingly and wrote down two words on the ground: “Ten days.”

This meant they could first return to the back mountain to practice and familiarize themselves a bit more. After ten days, they would learn the second move – [Sting].

When Lin Chan saw the old mute man put away his crutch, she quickly understood: “So, Master had already mastered it.”

Otherwise, Elder Gui would surely continue to demonstrate.

“Master is truly amazing,” she thought to herself.

Lu Xun raised his right hand and gently rubbed Little Chan’s head, saying, “Very good, you learned quickly.”

Lin Chan turned slightly red at his praise.

“In fact, Master learned it even quicker,” she thought to herself.

Since she realized Lu Xun had mastered the move earlier, but had chosen to compliment Lin Chan first, this showed his satisfaction with her learning speed. This way, Lin Chan wouldn’t feel that she was holding Lu Xun back, relieving her from potential guilt and unnecessary pressure.

“Elder Gui, Little Chan and I will head back now. I will come to see you again in ten days,” Lu Xun said with a smile.

The mute old man slowly nodded in response.

Upon hearing this, Lin Chan bowed to Elder Gui to say goodbye, then hurriedly moved to the table outside the wooden house, tidying up the bowls and chopsticks and putting them into her exclusive little bamboo basket.

As Lin Chan tidied up, the morning sunlight shone on her. She lifted her right hand and tucked a falling strand of hair behind her ear.

Her little ears showed a faint touch of redness on the edges – a precursor to her face blushing. The flush on her face would quickly fade, but it would linger on her ears a bit longer.

From his angle, Lu Xun looked at Lin Chan, who was slightly bent at the waist, admiring her curvaceous figure and mused to himself:

“She’s a grown woman now.”

In a few more days, Lin Chan would turn 18.

She used to be a thin and weak girl with a pallid face when he took her in, even her hair had a faded tinge.

Now, she had grown into a graceful woman who could attract all the attention just by standing there.

A transformation like a butterfly breaking free from its cocoon!

“And, I, Lu Xun, am the biggest contributor to this transformation!”

His heart was filled with joy, he felt like an old farmer basking in the joy of a plentiful harvest.

Ah~ such was the thrill of nurturing.

On their way back, Lu Xun still commanded the paper crane.

In his storage ring, he still held the [Sword Legacy] he won from Dida at the Boundary Monument.

He planned to give it to Lin Chan as a gift on her birthday.

Life needed a touch of ceremony after all!

On the paper crane, Lin Chan sat next to Lu Xun with her head lowered, occasionally flicking her fingers over the small bamboo basket.

Many young girls would perform habitual little movements with their fingers when they have nothing to do, Lin Chan was no different.

Lu Xun turned his head to look at her. From the side, he noted that her eyelashes were very long as she kept her gaze downcast.

“My Little Chan is becoming more and more beautiful,” he sighed like a doting father.

He often had this thought, but this was the first time he had spoken it aloud so bluntly and suddenly.

On hearing his words, Lin Chan, who had been looking down, immediately raised her head. After glancing at her master, she quickly lowered her gaze, her eyes darting away like a little deer in a forest.

But, why were her little ears so red?

Lu Xun began to wonder if he should reach out to touch them to see if they were hot.

Upon reaching the back mountain, Lin Chan sprinted away from Lu Xun, carrying her exclusive little bamboo basket, and dashed into the kitchen.

Lu Xun smiled slightly, not finding anything about the situation awkward.

On the contrary, after praising Lin Chan for her beauty for the first time, he realized that he should have complimented her a long time ago.

Because he knew very well that Little Chan was not a particularly confident girl.

One could just imagine what her previous life was like, with a frail body, she was like a sick and weak child, a “medicine jar.”

But luckily, her grandfather was a kind and gentle man, who would never complain about how much trouble and expense she was in front of Lin Chan.

Indeed, this is a rare thing.

Because in many cases, even if the family is really making all their effort, they sometimes can’t help but criticise.

As her health was so bad, she was skinny and short, with an unhealthy white skin.

As for the overall complexion and vitality of her, it was even worse.

Because a lot of the time, she would be troubled by “strange diseases” at night, leading to bad sleep, her face would have very obvious dark circles.

In her mind, she had never seen any of her peers in this way.

When girls get a little older, they start to love beauty, it’s natural.

In fact, her grandfather also tried his best to accommodate this, on Lin Chan’s twelfth birthday, using his own wages, he bought the most expensive and best rouge in the city.

Lin Chan applied it secretly at night, after applying, looking at herself in the mirror, she quietly wept.

How ugly it looked.

How ugly it was.

The bright red rouge emphasized the pallor of her face even more.

When she was helping out at the restaurant, she heard guests discussing behind her, making fun of her with their friends, saying, “What a ghost! If my daughter looked like this, forget the dowry, how much dowry would it take to get a man to want her?”

At that time, it was Wang Pan, the waiter, who heard this and silently spit into the teapot, stirred it evenly, and passed it to the middle-aged guest with a smile on his face.

Lu Xun naturally knew nothing about these past events.

But he could vaguely see that, although Little Chan was evolving, she was still unaware of her beauty.

More precisely, her extreme lack of self-confidence in her appearance in the past has meant that now she’s getting prettier and prettier, she still doesn’t have enough self-confidence.

Lu Xun watched her flee in disgrace, and for some reason, he felt a twinge of guilt.

“It seems I’m not a great master, I should have acted sooner.”

After all, he had raised his sister, he knew the little sensitivities in the hearts of young girls.

“Thank heavens, it shouldn’t be too late now.” Lu Xun thought to himself.

Having understood all this, Lu Xun walked over to the big wicker chair and gently pinched the ears of the little black cat, saying, “Fourth Senior Sister, what do you want for lunch?”

The little black cat raised its paw and wrote in Lu Xun’s hand: “Braised Pork!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll make it for you.” Lu Xun said with a smile.

After finishing, he experimented a little, saying: “Eh, Fourth Senior Sister, your cat fur is really soft and shiny!”

Upon hearing his compliment, Mao Nanbei lifted his little head and meowed, as if to say: “Do you really need to say that?”

Same compliment, different reactions…

Lu Xun nodded to himself and did not speak again.

He also understood that this sort of thing needed time and couldn’t be forced.

Besides, isn’t Little Chan already stunningly beautiful?

Absolutely speechless, I saw a princess even when we’re not at Disney!

Mao Nanbei was staring at the daydreaming Little Junior Brother, wondering: “Why on earth was he deep in thought after complimenting me?”

Time passed and the day ended. At night, Lu Xun checked his character’s panel and found that the progress bar for the Contribution Points Mall finally reached 98.3%!

It’s about to open soon!

This damn game, the updates are too slow.

He pretended to return to his room to cultivate, but in reality, he was waiting for the mall to open.

As night fell, the magical fireflies on the back mountain began to appear in the mountains, freely flying around in groups.

At the usual time for cultivation, Lin Chan returned to her room.

Before the cultivation, she would sit at the table and look into the copper mirror on it.

As she looked, she began to lose herself in thought.

In an inexplicable moment, her small ears, which easily turned red, started to heat up again.