Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

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"A Second Grade Golden Core?" Both the Wan Xiang Immortal and the Master of Xuan Du were taken aback, their faces showing astonishment as they asked in unison.

The Wan Xiang Immortal didn’t hesitate, immediately seizing Luo Yan’s wrist and sending his Divine Sense into it to probe.

Under the enhancement of the Kunlun Mirror’s illusion technique, his Divine Sense saw that within Luo Yan’s Dantian, his True Yuan flowed like a vast river, far more formidable than that of a Third Grade Golden Core, almost nearing the realm of the Golden Core Realm’s Root Seeking Rank!

"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!" The Wan Xiang Immortal laughed heartily, "With the Daoist Foundation of a Second Grade Golden Core, how could you not become Workshop Master of the Heavenly Craft Workshop?"

Shi Liuli, who had been ready to risk it all, suddenly saw the situation take a dramatic turn, and the light of hope rekindled in her previously despairing eyes.

The Xuan Du Sect Leader, Linghu Chu, and Liang Ruohua also showed expressions of delight.

"Luo Yan, now that you have ascended to be a True Person and Elder Shi Ding has passed away, I hereby bestow upon you the Daoist title ’Jingyun,’" declared the Wan Xiang Immortal cheerfully, stroking his beard, "The Heavenly Craft Workshop currently has no Nascent Soul Elder, and even with two Golden Core True Persons, its influence is inevitably diminished."

"Now that you’ve inherited the mantle of Workshop Master of the Heavenly Craft Workshop, you must cultivate diligently. As long as you achieve Nascent Infancy early, you can restore the former glory of the Heavenly Craft Workshop. Do you understand?"

"Disciple understands," Luo Yan replied solemnly.

"Very good," the Wan Xiang Immortal turned to the Xuan Du Sect Leader, "Xuan Du, since Master Jingyun will be taking on the role of Workshop Master, you can make the announcement within the sect... And don’t forget to mention the Golden Core Grade Rank."

"Yes," replied the Xuan Du Sect Leader immediately.

"Then..." the Wan Xiang Immortal was about to say "then we shall take our leave" when he suddenly remembered something and turned to Shi Liuli, asking, "Miss Liuli, is there anything else you needed?"

"I do not wish to conceal anything from the Immortal," Shi Liuli said evenly, "there indeed remains one more matter I wish to request of you."

The Xuan Du Sect Leader had already turned to leave, but upon hearing her words, he quickly halted in his tracks, thinking to himself that Shi Liuli really had changed a lot, although he wasn’t sure if it was for better or worse.

"Speak your mind," the Wan Xiang Immortal nodded, "Elder Shi Ding contributed a great deal to the sect during his lifetime, and Penglai will not let his children be treated unfairly."

"Hmm," Shi Liuli continued with an expressionless face, "My late father intended to betroth me to Junior Brother... Master Jingyun. This is known to all within the Workshop."

"After my father’s funeral rites are completed, I would ask that you officiate the ceremony for Master Jingyun and me to become Daoist Companions," she said.

Ah, this... Luo Yan looked at Shi Liuli in shock, only to see Miss Shi looking back at him, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes brimming with tears. Even without speaking, her gaze carried a prelude to sorrow, exuding a helplessness that seemed to plead, "Please don’t reject me yet?"

Considering that Elder Shi Ding had fallen in battle, partly because he lacked the Heavenly Craft Treasure Bag, Luo Yan felt a softening in his heart. Looking again at Shi Liuli’s pitiable, pretty face, he found himself unable to delay or evade the matter any further.

Alas, my master...

Seeing that the two of them locked eyes and that Luo Yan did not refuse, the Wan Xiang Immortal nodded his agreement:

"It can be done. Since Jingyun is a Second Grade Golden Core, it’s appropriate for me to preside over it."

So it was settled, and the Wan Xiang Immortal and the Master of Xuan Du departed hastily.

News of Elder Shi Ding’s demise had already started to spread within the sect, and the two needed to quickly present an official stance to prevent any public opinion issues.

Linghu Chu and Liang Ruohua looked at Shi Liuli, uncertain of what to say.

It was natural for one to cry bitterly upon losing a father, and yet Miss Shi’s "calmness" was most likely due to a grief beyond belief; she had already begun to suppress her body’s natural instincts.

Such restraint could easily lead to flaws in one’s Daoist Heart, attracting Heart Demons, and it would have been better for her to cry her heart out. However, the two did not know how to offer such advice and could only look to Luo Yan for help.

Luo Yan, bracing himself, began to speak:

"Senior Sister..."

"In the future, we will be Daoist Companions, so please just call me Liuli," Shi Liuli said softly, turning to Linghu Chu, "Senior Brother, Liuli has another small favor to ask of you here."

"You may speak," Linghu Chu replied gently, a note of pity in his voice.

"In the past, Liuli was favored by my father within the Heavenly Craft Workshop, and I never learned the art of Artifact Forging," Shi Liuli said in a detached manner, "Now that my father is gone and the Workshop faces sudden change, we may well fall into a period of instability."

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"Among magic artifacts, the Flying Sword is supreme... Liuli...wants to start learning sword casting from scratch..."

"That’s wonderful!" Linghu Chu said hastily, "My ability to cast swords originally came from Master, and now I can pass it all on to my junior sister!"

He clumsily took out his storage bag, checked the jade slips inside, and handed them to Shi Liuli, saying:

"All the many essentials of sword casting and the insights I’ve gained over these years are all here!"

"There are some materials left in my sword casting workshop, I’ll go back and get them all for you!"

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"Alas," in Luo Yan’s mind, the Green Duckweed Sword suddenly sighed and said, "She’s chosen her moment rather shrewdly."

"Her father has just passed away, her own disposition has greatly changed, clearly showing she is in the extreme of grief, and yet unable to shed tears."

"At this time, no matter what she asks of anyone, she can maximize the value of the favors Elder Shi Ding has left behind."

"You shouldn’t speak like that," the Kunlun Mirror corrected it, "With Shi Liuli’s character, she wouldn’t usually haggle over such things."

"Mainly, she truly is in unbearable pain, so she has to shift her emotions to preserving the Heavenly Craft Workshop to numb herself."

While the mirror and the sword heaved sighs and murmured, Luo Yan watched Shi Liuli silently, not knowing what to say.

Linghu Chu hurriedly returned to the Heavenly Forge Sword Workshop, and Liang Ruohua too forcefully wiped away her tears, saying:

"Then I should also be going. Jingyun, and junior sister, if there’s anything you need, just call on me..."

Her voice paused for a moment, and then she couldn’t suppress the sorrow in her heart, rushed over to hug them tightly, and then turned to leave.

"Liuli," Luo Yan called out slowly.

Shi Liuli was still in a daze, and after a long while, she said:

"Luo Yan, the Heavenly Craft Workshop...is in need of revival, and you, as the new workshop master, need to quickly take charge of various affairs."

"With father gone, the many sects and families that previously collaborated with the Heavenly Craft Workshop will surely waver in their confidence in us, and we’ll need to soothe them one by one..."

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Yan once again held her tightly in his arms.

"Liuli," he said with some bitterness, "if you’re sad, just cry it out...crying will make it feel a bit better."

Shi Liuli stiffly let him hold her, and after a long while, awkwardly placed her hands around his waist.

"Luo Yan," she said softly, "my mother...passed away when I was three years old, failing the Nascent Infant Heavenly Tribulation."

"Since I can remember, my life has only had my father. As long as father was there, I was not afraid of anything."

"Now, even father is gone..."

She hugged Luo Yan’s waist tightly, burying her face in his chest, and gently sniffled a few times.

When she raised her head again, her pretty face showed no trace of tears, but Luo Yan could see in her eyes an even greater, undissipating gloom.

"Alright," Shi Liuli said with a forced smile, "I’m going to learn sword casting now, there’s still a lot of work to be done."

She took the jade slip given by Linghu Chu and walked towards the workspace, her silhouette lonely and desolate.

Luo Yan stared blankly at her retreating figure, and it was a long while before he lowered his head.

Near his chest on the robe, there was a nearly imperceptible mark.

A small, faintly damp spot.