Quick Wear: The Sickly Boss Is Addicted to Spoiling Me

The next morning, when Shen Xunzhi woke up, he found a set of clothes that had already been folded at the head of his bed.

"Master, are you here so early to bring me clothes?"

Shen Xunzhi stood up and picked up the clothes. The texture was soft and delicate, completely different from the coarse cloth clothes he had worn before.

A warm feeling surged in his heart, and he quickly changed his clothes and walked out of the room.

In the yard, Shen Xi was standing under a tree, seemingly thinking about something. The sunlight shone on him, outlining a slender figure.

Shen Xunzhi walked forward and called softly, "Master."

Shen Xi turned around and saw Shen Xunzhi, with a faint smile on his face, "Awake, are you feeling well?"

Shen Xunzhi nodded, "Thank you for your concern, Master. I am doing well."

Under Shen Xunzhi's gaze, Shen Xi came to the stone table in the yard. There were some food on the table, but it was not steaming hot.

“I have already gone on a fast, so I don’t need to eat these grains to maintain my body’s functions.

But you haven't started yet, so I asked someone to bring these cakes, so you can fill your stomach first. I'll heat up some hot food for you later."

Shen Xunzhi looked at the cakes on the stone table, and was touched again. "Master, you are so thoughtful. I am very grateful to you."

After saying that, he sat down at the stone table, picked up a piece of cake and slowly ate it. Shen Xi looked at him quietly, with a hint of imperceptible doting in his eyes.

After Shen Xunzhi finished eating the cakes, Shen Xi took him to a quiet place in the back mountain of the sect. The spiritual energy here was dense, lingering around like a veil of mist, and the flowers, plants and trees were full of vitality under the nourishment of the spiritual energy.

"Xunzhi, starting today, your master will begin to teach you the basic techniques of cultivating immortals. The road to cultivating immortals is long and arduous, and requires you to have a strong heart and unremitting efforts." Shen Xi said solemnly and seriously.

Shen Xunzhi stood aside respectfully, listening to the master's teachings, his eyes full of determination: "Disciple will definitely go all out and live up to the master's expectations."

Shen Xi nodded slightly and began to explain the breathing method of cultivating immortals. He demonstrated it himself, with his body erect, eyes closed and mind focused, his breath even and long, the surrounding spiritual energy slowly gathered, forming visible air currents, circling around his body. Shen Xunzhi watched intently, trying to imitate his master's movements and breathing rhythm. At first, he had difficulty grasping the essentials, his breath was disordered, and his spiritual energy was only slightly fluctuating. But he was not discouraged and tried again and again.

Under Shen Xi's patient guidance, Shen Xunzhi gradually found the feeling. His body seemed to have turned into a small vortex, and a trace of spiritual energy began to be slowly absorbed and flowed slowly in the meridians, although it was subtle but full of power. As time went by, he entered a state of selflessness, and everything in the outside world seemed to disappear, leaving only his own breath and the spiritual energy that continued to gather.

Unconsciously, the sun had already set. Shen Xunzhi slowly finished his practice, feeling refreshed and as if there was a warm current flowing through his body. Although it was weak, it made him clearly feel the wonderful changes brought about by cultivating immortals.

"Yes, you have made some progress today. But this is just the beginning, and you will need to practice hard in the future." Shen Xi looked at Shen Xunzhi with a hint of approval in his eyes.

In the early days, Shen Xi would always take him to practice his mental skills.

But later on, Shen Xi no longer taught him to practice personally. He usually just taught him the skills in simple terms and let him understand them on his own.

Shen Xunzhi's aptitude for cultivating immortals is not just a reputation, his cultivation speed is indeed much faster than that of ordinary people.

The weather in the fairy world is also changeable. It may be sunny at noon, but there may be thunder and rain at night.

Shen Xi had just taken off his coat and was about to go to bed when he heard someone knocking on his door.

Shen Xi casually put his coat on himself, then walked forward and opened the door.

He looked at Shen Xunzhi who was standing in front of him holding a pillow, leaning against the door frame and raised his eyebrows.

"It's so late, is something wrong?"

In fact, let alone the fact that he was holding the pillow, the moment there was a knock on the door, Shen Xi knew what he was going to do.

But if you ask even though you already know the answer, wouldn't this matter become more interesting?

“Master, I…”

Before he could finish his words, thunder exploded in the sky. Shen Xunzhi's face turned pale in an instant and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Almost subconsciously, he threw away the pillow in his hand, threw himself towards Shen Xi, hugged him tightly with both hands, and curled up in Shen Xi's arms, as if that was his only safe haven.

"Master, I...I'm afraid of thunder."