Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Opening her eyes, Tilan gracefully leapt up, landing on a branch of the tree trunk to reach the hollow area at the tree's canopy, from where she could overlook the entire estate with a clear view.

Like walking on a balance beam, she weaved through the branches of the trees, playing for a while, then sat on a horizontal branch, taking out the bamboo flute once more, and gently blowed into it by her lips.

Unlike before, when she was completely immersed, this time she spared a little attention to observe the changes as she performed.

Sure enough, not long after, a gentle breeze swept through the estate, particularly the great tree below her, as if undergoing some magical mutation, gradually absorbed and gathered the subtle magic power in the wind, transforming into its own strength.

When Tilan finished playing the melody, numerous green fruits had appeared on the tree, although still too unripe to eat, they indeed stored a significant amount of nutrients and especially pure magic power.

Using these fruits to brew spiritual medicine would likely be very effective, Tilan thought, holding a fruit in her hand. In fact, many spiritual medicines nowadays appear directly in the form of fruits, yet those fruits are often costly, cultivated in secret orchards by certain large enterprises.

Generally, transcendent individuals easily manipulate magic power, but transforming it into a transcendent phenomenon is immensely difficult. It's as if you can easily fetch water with a bucket, but to condense it into a special shape while removing impurities requires an entirely different ability.

Even renowned giant businesses need 1-2 years to cultivate a Radiant Gold Level transcendent fruit, requiring strict conditions, magic power supply, and preventing premature fruit drop among other things. If it's a High Rank Color Crystal Level fruit, it might take 8-10 years, with significant resources consumed during this period.

Well, if one day I quit being a songstress, I could manage my own orchard, raising small animals too, Tilan thought, her legs dangling and gently swinging in the air.

Despite her career as a songstress yet to be fulfilled, Tilan had already begun contemplating her retirement life.

Several minutes later, Tilan gently descended from the tree and then called the contact personnel in Qianliu City.

Soon after, several hover cars arrived, and members dressed in azure black wind coats stepped out. They were members of the Qinglian Sword Sect and also staff of Qinglian Academy.

"Lady Tilan," the leader acknowledged Tilan, clasping their fists and bowing.

"No need for formalities, follow me," Tilan slightly shook her head and led the group into the 'Another Palace' estate interior, where the significant changes instantly surprised the accompanying personnel, taking several seconds to start reacting while observing the surroundings.

"The explanation might be complicated, so just assume I caused it accidentally," Tilan blinked.

"Many flowers grew, trees enlarged quite a bit, probably looking nicer? But somewhat chaotic now, requiring you all to prune and tidy up."

"No problem, we'll have gardeners come over for pruning later."

It wasn't a significant issue, or perhaps this environment highlighted the illustrious legacy of the sword sect, instilling admiration and yearning in everyone's hearts. As for Tilan stating it was accidental, they deemed it modest for her character, as she had always been easygoing and gentle. If she had plainly stated she did it on purpose, it would seem unlike her.

Tilan then inquired about their swordsmanship and secret technique training progress; these individuals were currently the backbone of the Qinglian Sword Sect. Though younger and less skilled compared to the elder 'Godly Generals', their future growth potential was greater.

"Please enlighten us, Lady Tilan."

Words alone weren't enough; everyone eagerly anticipated guidance from this young lady. In ancient times, Tilan would undoubtedly be the current 'Sword Child' of the Green Lotus Sword Washing Palace, designated successor of the seat master, and historically, instances where the Sword Child surpassed the contemporary seat master existed, as it indeed wasn't every generation that had a Sword Child, who had to be extraordinarily talented and powerful to obtain the title.

After a brief thought, Tilan nodded, raising her wrist, causing a pale green branch to blow off the giant tree behind her. Her fair fingers gripped the branch, gently shook it, and its twigs and protrusions slid off, revealing a pale white wooden sword body.

"You all… hmm, let's go one by one," Tilan initially considered letting them come at once, but realized it wouldn't be ideal for guidance, so opted for individual turns instead.

"Understood!" The leader of the group pressed his palm onto the sword hilt beside him, abruptly drawing it, as a blue swordlight sliced towards Tilan's face.

Facing the Qing Luan Sword Technique identical to her own for the first time, Tilan felt a fresh sensation, then leaned back, slightly dodging while rotating the wooden sword, twisting around the opponent's sword edge like wind around a beam, further borrowing force to pull it out, causing the sword in the opponent's hand to fly into the air, embedding into the giant tree behind them.

This move didn't involve any strong ability or magic power, purely winning by skill and swordsmanship, impressing the spectators tremendously.

"Let's go again." Standing firm, Tilan executed a slight sword flower with the wooden sword in her hand, then placed it behind herself, as the giant tree's Green Edge Sword was carried back by the airflow, reinserting into the opponent's sword scabbard.

"Yes."

In the ensuing rounds, Tilan simultaneously sparred with and instructed them on their unsmooth sword techniques, although these young generation 'Sword Guardians' were far less skilled than her, they shared the same swordsmanship, each with their unique understanding, which also brought Tilan some inspiration.