Records of the Goddess Qiongming, Volume 6

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Chapter Six: The Immortal Touches My Head
Auspicious clouds and radiant light rose from all around, stretching across the sky like flowing brocade above the suspended arena
. An elderly man with white hair, exuding an air of otherworldly grace, ascended step by step, standing in
the center of .
The sixteen sects murmured in surprise and doubt, yet suppressed a hint of excitement. No one knew the old man's
name, only that his surname was Yao, and that he held an extremely high position in the Xuanyuan Dynasty, his martial arts cultivation reaching an exceptionally high level. Legend
even said he was already half a step into sainthood.
The old man personally presided over the drawing of lots for each trial of the Dao. With a flick of his sleeve, sixty-three bamboo slips flew out, evenly spaced in a row, then
gliding in a circle, swirling around him. The old man Yao softly called out, "Receive the lots."
The four disciples from each of the sixteen sects stepped forward, opening their palms.
The Cold Palace Sword Sect had only three. Lin Xuanyan looked at the old man standing on thin air and thought that his posture was indeed quite
intimidating . He also opened his palm. The old man flicked his sleeve again, and the sixty-three bamboo sticks, as if sensing
his presence, danced towards the mortal realm like a long dragon, resembling beams of light descending from the sky. These beams of light landed
in the palms of the disciples, and when the light faded, they were just plain bamboo sticks. The sixty-three bamboo sticks
were divided into two symmetrical batches, each batch marked with a number from one to thirty-one. Those who drew the same number would compete against each other.
Of course, because the Sword Sect only had three members, there was an extra stick with the number thirty-two. The lucky
person who drew thirty-two would get a bye.
The disciples all looked at the bamboo sticks in their hands, their expressions solemn.
Yu Xiaotang said softly, "Thirty-one. I wonder who it is. Second Junior Brother, what's your number?"
Zhao Nian spread out the bamboo slips: "Sixteen."
Yu Xiaotang asked again, "And you, Junior Brother?"
Lin Xuanyan spread out his palm, his expression neither surprised nor pleased. He gently shook his head and said calmly, "Thirty-two."
Yu Xiaotang exclaimed in surprise, "You got a bye?"
Lin Xuanyan nodded slightly, his face showing no surprise whatsoever. Pei Yuhan also remained expressionless and
shook her head helplessly. The two smiled at each other, as if this was expected.
Yu Xiaotang, being so intelligent, quickly understood the meaning. The old man distributing the slips must have done it on purpose.
Junior Brother's cultivation was low, and he could be eliminated at any time, so he got the first bye. And the Xuanyuan Dynasty
wanted to deliberately suppress or even kill the Sword Sect, so...
Lin Xuanyan suddenly said, "Senior Brothers and Sisters, the person you drew must be extremely difficult to deal with."
After all the slips were in everyone's hands,
a , and the small light slowly outlined the name. Those were the names of the opponents who drew the same number.
Zhao Nian suddenly froze, his face ashen. Yu Xiaotang looked equally shocked.
Pei Yuhan frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Who did you all draw?"
Zhao Nian said bitterly, "Xiao Wang."
Yu Xiaotang said, "Zhong Hua, the young city lord of Cuiyun City."
One was at the seventh realm, the other at the sixth.
Lin Xuanyan glanced at Zhao Nian, patted his shoulder, and sighed. He then patted Yu Xiaotang's head and said, "Senior Sister, please be careful in everything." Yu Xiaotang was in a bad mood, so this time she didn't even have time to be angry
when Lin Xuanyan patted her head .
The girl felt wronged. Why did the Xuanyuan Dynasty have to go to such lengths to harm their nearly extinct sect
?
Pei Yuhan said softly, "It's alright."
Yu Xiaotang looked at Pei Yuhan, and the girl, who had only been feeling a little wronged, suddenly had tears welling up in her eyes. She
raised her hand to wipe under her eyes and raised her small fist, saying, "Yes, it's alright. There's no hardship that can't
be overcome ."
Pei Yuhan's expression suddenly turned serious. She said in a low voice, "I've already prepared for the worst. If all else fails, we'll just
give up the empty title of Sword Sect. As long as one is alive, there is hope."
Lin Xuanyan and Zhao Nian were both shocked. As the last sword sect of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, Pei Yuhan had always
had an unresolved knot in her heart. Now she actually wanted to let go.
Lin Xuanyan felt somewhat relieved, but also somewhat saddened.
As the four of them were talking, the Trial of the Dao Tournament had truly begun. According to the numerical order, the first four groups
of people had arrived on the field to spar. Among them was Wei Ji of the Tianji Sect, whom everyone had high hopes for.
Wei Ji of the Tianji Sect wore a half-mask, revealing a seductive fox-like beauty, while the other half showed a man's resolute features.
The woman 's grace and the man's strength, separated only by the mask, appeared seamlessly on the same face.
His opponent was a woman in a red, fitted outfit, her hair tied in a simple ponytail, her short skirt
barely covering her thighs for ease of combat.
After a brief bow, the two leaped into the air, transforming into two clashing afterimages,
each displaying their unique skills. In an instant, the four arenas were ablaze with activity, countless unprecedented and wondrous techniques emerging.
Yu Xiaotang gripped the bamboo stick tightly in his hand, watching the fleeting shadows, his heart heavy.
She sat down next to Pei Yuhan, suddenly realizing something: "The spells those people practice are all a mess,
and they're not all Yin-Yang Dao spells. Doesn't that mean they can't be considered orthodox?"
Pei Yuhan explained, "You misunderstood. Yin-Yang Dao is just a way to enter the Dao, not a specific form of
spells . It's like thousands of years ago, when people strongly advocated Confucianism as the orthodox learning, but those Confucian scholars
ultimately achieved different
levels
of knowledge. Some advocated the inherent goodness of human nature, some advocated the inherent evil, some advocated investigating things to acquire knowledge, and some advocated the unity of knowledge and action. They debated fiercely, and no one would concede. But their roots were all the same learning. They were all fundamentally the same. Yin-Yang Dao is also a way of practicing the Dao. There are countless ways for people to circulate their Qi
, and Yin-Yang Dao is one of them. And now..." This also proves that the Yin-Yang Dao can go very, very far.”
Yu Xiaotang, only half understanding, asked, “Then is the Yin-Yang Dao equivalent to the books we read in elementary school,
which can be used as the foundation for other spells after we learn them?”
Pei Yuhan replied, “Yes. The mainstream of the Yin-Yang Dao now includes dual cultivation techniques, Tai Chi techniques, Yin-Yang Dao methods, and
Xuan Gong, etc. In short, the forms are quite diverse. You can use the Yin-Yang Dao’s energy circulation methods to control hidden weapons, activate Daoist spells, write and
paint, and even… wield swords. It’s just that due to some special reasons, we can no longer wield swords.”
Yu Xiaotang asked, “Is it because of the grudge between my master and that person…?”
Pei Yuhan solemnly said, “Xiaotang, remember, don’t say such things outside.”
Yu Xiaotang quickly covered her mouth and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. After a while, she couldn’t help but ask again, “Then what about that…”
"What good does it do for these people? What does it matter to them what path others cultivate?"
Pei Yuhan explained, "There's a very strange saying here called 'incense.' It's
like . If no one walks on it, it will be narrow and overgrown with weeds. But if many people walk on it, it will gradually
become wide and flat until it becomes a main road. So the more people cultivate a certain path, the
stronger that path will become. But many years ago, the Xuanyuan Dynasty didn't have this situation of one dominant force. At that time, a hundred schools of thought contended, and
no one was willing to submit to anyone else. Various techniques emerged one after another, each occupying a place."
Yu Xiaotang nodded as if he understood.
Pei Yuhan raised her chin slightly, her gaze fixed on the fierce battles on the four arenas. She pulled Zhao Nian
to her side and instructed, "Don't force yourself when facing Xiao Wang. If you can't win, just admit defeat. Don't fight to the death.
Your master won't blame you."
Zhao Nian hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. Pei Yuhan breathed a sigh of relief and instructed Xiaotang,
"Xiaotang, Zhong Hua is also a well-established young genius. Be careful not to get hurt."
Yu Xiaotang weakly replied with an "oh." Lin Xuanyan's gaze gently fell on Yu Xiaotang's profile. He suddenly
looked forward to Yu Xiaotang's match.
On the arena, most people's eyes were on Wei Ji. Wei Ji's Heavenly Mystery Path emphasizes entering and
breaking the game. His methods are like playing Go, extremely secretive and sharp. The woman in red had only
exchanged before falling into a completely passive position.
On the arena, there were faint black and white lines, and Wei Ji's figure kept leaping between them, taking advantage of the situation.
Lin Xuanyan looked into the distance and happened to see a magnificent black line, as wide and sweeping as a knife and axe
, slashing down towards the back of the girl in red. The girl in red felt the chill rising on her spine, her body stiffened, her magic condensed in her fist, and she swiftly
threw a punch. With a deafening bang, a beam of light exploded from the red-clad girl's fist. The girl staggered backward,
and Wei Ji's figure was blasted into black lines. Using the momentum from his retreat, Wei Ji planted his feet on the ground, bent his knees, and
propelled himself forward, his body tracing a fluid arc. Black and white lines appeared between his arms, like the undulating movements of a dragon or snake. He
then swung his fists.
The red-clad girl, despite her delicate appearance, wielded fists with the force of a powerful wind. She retreated while parrying,
seemingly passively taking hits, but in reality, she still had reserves of strength to deal with a follow-up attack. Wei Ji suddenly exclaimed, spreading his arms wide like wings and
flinging them to the sides. The dazzling lines suddenly vanished, and the red-clad girl froze. By
the time she realized the danger, it was too late. A soft, yin-like energy suddenly emerged from the ground, binding her feet—extremely strong yet flexible,
making it difficult to break free. The red-clad girl gritted her teeth, stomping her free foot with force,
unleashing a gust of wind that slashed .
Yu Xiaotang exclaimed, "That girl looks even younger than me, yet she's so powerful."
Lin Xuanyan said, "It's just a pity, the difference in their cultivation levels is too great."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Ji leaped high into the air, a black line silently appearing on the girl's chest.
With a tearing sound, her clothes ripped open, revealing a line that had somehow appeared amidst the dense, swirling wind
. Being a young girl, the tearing of her clothes always caused her to panic and feel ashamed. The black and white lines
continued to cut around her, the tearing sound incredibly piercing.
The girl could no longer bear it. With a roar, she soared into the sky, and at the same time, the force binding her right
foot yanked downwards. Because of her shame, she had forgotten that her right foot was restrained. She was pulled
back abruptly and landed on the line. The surrounding wind instantly dissipated. Wei Ji was already in front of her, a black
line pointing at her heart. The battle was over.
Meanwhile, the other stage was also abuzz with excitement, as many previously unheard-of young heroes and heroines showcased their unique talents.
One cultivator, in particular, was infuriating; he cultivated the ability to control exotic beasts. He used his tamed, primordial giant dog
to chase his opponent across the map, while he sat idly watching the spectacle.
The first group ended quickly, and aside from the one who unleashed the dog, the winners were largely as expected, with no
suspense. The second group also featured renowned figures, such as
Ye Zhiqing, the chief disciple of the Tianqing Sect, one of the six major sects. Another contestant was quite unexpected:
Ji Chanxi, the daughter of the Yin-Yang Pavilion Master, the rumored incapable of cultivation.
The Yin-Yang Pavilion boasts many talented young disciples; why choose such an incapable figure?
Only after everyone saw Ji Chanxi's appearance did the reason become clear. Perhaps the Pavilion Master simply wanted her to display her beauty
to curry favor with the Xuanmen (Taoist sects). A united front between the two largest sects in the mortal realm would create a power comparable to the divine palaces of the Xuanyuan Dynasty.
Ji Chanxi's skin was extremely fair, while her clothes and hair were jet black. Her black skirt billowed in the wind, like
the black tide beneath Burning Ash Peak. Despite being a girl without cultivation, she exuded a
strange, profound named Bai Mu. The disciple
was extremely envious of the girl's beauty, and now, seeing her extraordinary bearing, he secretly lamented that she couldn't cultivate. If
the girl were also exceptionally talented, the world would surely have another legendary beauty.
Bai Mu bowed deeply: "Miss Ji, I apologize for any offense."
Ji Chanxi hummed in response, her jade-like hand moving slightly, and a mirror suddenly appeared in her palm. Bai Mu initially didn't
think of it, but suddenly a possibility occurred to him, and his expression changed drastically, as if facing a formidable enemy: "The Eight Phases Mirror!"
The Trial of Dao has many rules, such as stopping at the point of contact, and not continuing to harm the opponent after they concede defeat. For
example, one cannot use a ferocious beast not under one's control to harm others. However, magical artifacts can be used. There are many
powerful , but refining them for practical use requires immense effort and magical power. Generally speaking,
even the most gifted young person cannot wield high-grade magical artifacts, while low-grade artifacts, though sometimes effective,
ultimately lack the destructive power.
Among the mortal realm, four magical artifacts are most famous: the Ganming Armor, the Demon-Refining Cauldron, the Eight-Phase Mirror, and the White Bone Lock.
Ji Chanxi held the rusty, seemingly ordinary
bronze , in one hand, her expression solemn. Despite the passage of years, the mirror's surface remained smooth and reflective.
She didn't answer Bai Mu's question, but turned the mirror. A bright yellow light burst forth, revealing a giant warrior
clad in golden scale armor and a golden face shield, wielding swords and halberds with a clanging sound.
Bai Mu's figure suddenly appeared thinner under the giant's illumination.
The Eight-Phase Mirror requires no refining; it only recognizes bloodlines. Although the power displayed by the Eight-Phase Mirror is closely related to the strength of its master...
Related, but even so, the combat power of the eight phases in the mirror was still extraordinary.
Xiao Wang, who had been looking lazy, also became serious. After a while, his expression relaxed, and he said jokingly:
"I didn't expect the Pavilion Master to dote on his daughter so much, daring to give her such a magic weapon. It's just that her ability is too weak, and she can't
even exert one percent of her power. It might be enough to deal with Bai Mu, but... heh. But, Chanxi,
you really are getting more and more beautiful the more I look at you."
The Venerable of Xuanmen looked at this famous genius young man and instructed: "Although Miss Ji can only rely on
magic weapons, the Ji family also has a young master at the peak of the sixth realm. You must not be careless."
Xiao Wang said indifferently: "The sixth realm and the seventh realm, what is the difference? The Venerable should know better than anyone else."
The Venerable said again: "It is said that the young master of the Ji family may have already reached the seventh realm."
Xiao Wang rested his head on his arm and said indifferently: "Then let me, Xiao, dispel the rumors for everyone."
The Venerable said no more and closed his eyes to rest. He desperately wanted to tell this genius from his sect that although
he was nearly invincible among his peers, there were always higher mountains to climb, and he mustn't be too arrogant. Otherwise, he might encounter unforeseen disasters and jeopardize his
path to immortality.
Lin Xuanyan naturally recognized the girl in the black dress he had met once before. He looked at the Eight-Phase
Mirror with a mixture of amusement and confusion.
Yu Xiaotang sat on the stands, propping his chin up with his hand, looking listless. Zhao Nian sat upright; his
next match was his. Facing that legendary person again, his nervousness was palpable.
Before going on stage, Pei Yuhan said one last thing: "Just stop when you've got enough. Your talent and aptitude are better anywhere than staying
in the Sword Sect. Even if you lose the match, you'll still have a bright future."
Zhao Nian stubbornly said, "I don't want to leave."
Pei Yuhan sighed, "A storm is brewing. That person on the floating island is clearly trying to wipe us out.
I'll arrange where you, Xiaotang, and Xuanyan will go. Don't be stubborn; survival is the most important thing."
Yu Xiaotang asked, "Then what about Master?"
Pei Yuhan smiled and said, "Master is at least a peak Transformation Realm expert, almost invincible in the mortal world.
If you want to avoid trouble, you'll definitely be fine."
Yu Xiaotang said aggrievedly, "But Master, you've persisted for so many years... Is it... all because we're too weak
?"
Pei Yuhan said, "The Sword Sect is just an empty name, just a belief I have to uphold. I
can't let myself drag you down with me."
Lin Xuanyan's gaze remained fixed on the stage. He didn't turn to look at Pei Yuhan, because he was afraid that the usually indifferent man
would suddenly burst into tears. The girl they found in the snowstorm years ago should have grown up happily, achieving
the realm of a sword immortal and roaming the world, slaying evil and upholding justice, cutting down spring breezes and dragons. She
shouldn't have to bear this burden.
It's all her fault.
Yu Xiaotang was even more indignant, thinking why the best master in the world had the worst
master in the world.
The four matches quickly ended. Ji Chanxi won because of the Eight Phases Mirror, which displeased many.
However, it was largely due to Bai Mu's insufficient cultivation level; if she encountered other experts, Ji Chanxi's chances of
winning would be slim.
Aside from Ji Chanxi, the results for the others were unremarkable. Next was Xiao Wang's highly
anticipated first battle, against a disciple of the Sword Sect. The audience's anticipation grew even stronger.
Zhao Nian walked onto the stage, silent and solemn. Although Xiao Wang wasn't tall, he was elegant and
possessed the air of a grandmaster at such a young age.
This battle would be a foregone conclusion.
Lin Xuanyan suddenly sensed an unusual fluctuation in the surrounding air.
Pei Yuhan frowned slightly, closed her eyes, and after a moment gave Yu Xiaotang a few instructions before turning to leave.
Lin Xuanyan watched the graceful figure depart, somewhat puzzled, but ultimately didn't dwell on it.
Zhao Nian saw Pei Yuhan turn and leave, feeling a slight sense of loss and confusion, but he breathed a sigh of relief. He gripped
the sword in his hand, the one his junior brother had chosen for him, Xueya. The Xueya sword hummed and vibrated, already showing its fighting spirit. "Come on," he
said in a deep voice, looking at the famous sword that had been dormant for a thousand years.
The first sword aura since the start of the Trial of the Dao Tournament was unleashed, like a snow shadow piercing the sky. Zhao Nian had already
taken the initiative, already drawing his sword. Xiao Wang showed a slight surprise, stomped his foot slightly, and
activated , instantly covering the entire area...
Each of the small cave heavens also had its own cave heaven.
Pei Yuhan had opened up seventy-two cave heavens, each with different scenery. Although they were illusory scenes, they were still dazzling.
She sat in a secluded cave, dressing before a mirror. Her long, flowing black hair cascaded down to her waist like a clear spring. Her expression
was serene yet melancholic as she drew her eyebrows, her movements elegant yet forlorn.
After finishing her delicate, mountain-like eyebrows, a figure suddenly appeared at the cave entrance. Pei Yuhan sensed
his presence, but without turning her head, she calmly said, "Congratulations, Pavilion Master Ji, on your imminent attainment of that realm, becoming
one of the few in the mortal world to achieve it."
Ji Yitian's face was as white as jade, untouched by time—a
sign of near-perfect enlightenment and the rejuvenation of youth.
He walked gracefully behind Pei Yuhan, took a carved wooden comb, and began
to comb her hair from top to bottom. Pei Yuhan did not resist, but looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was still beautiful, though
somewhat haggard.
Ji Yitian said, "I didn't expect Fairy Pei to be willing to keep our appointment. I am truly honored."
He had secretly sent a telepathic message to Pei Yuhan earlier, inviting her to meet him in the cave, which was why she hadn't continued watching Zhao Nian's competition and
had come here.
Pei Yuhan said, "I wonder what the Pavilion Master wants to discuss with me."
Today she wore a black and white asymmetrical collared top and an elegant dark blue pleated long skirt. The top was tucked
into the skirt's waistband and tied with a blue sash in a bow at the back, making her waist appear incredibly slender.
Ji Yitian said, "Fairy Pei, I wonder if our previous agreement still stands?"
Pei Yuhan shook her head, "Yuhan has other plans."
"Oh, Fairy Pei, are you planning to abandon the Sword Sect?"
Pei Yuhan said, "The Sword Sect was merely wishful thinking on my part. Now I realize I've been living a dream. Yuhan should wake up."
Ji Yitian asked, "Then what about Fairy Pei's three juniors?"
Pei Yuhan calmly replied, "Yuhan has her own decision."
Ji Yitian suddenly said, "Why not let them come to the Yin Yang Pavilion?"
Pei Yuhan's expression changed. She naturally knew how many people would fight tooth and nail for the status of a Yin Yang Pavilion disciple.
She couldn't ask for it. But after thinking about it, she gave up: "No need for the Pavilion Master to trouble himself."
Ji Yitian shook his head: "I was not joking with the fairy. The yin and yang replenishment I had with the fairy before benefited me a lot,
to the point that I could almost break through that bottleneck."
Thinking of those things in the past, no matter how composed Pei Yuhan was, her chest heaved and her face showed anger.
Ignoring the sharp sword intent emanating from Pei Yuhan, Ji Yitian continued combing his hair, then suddenly blurted out
, "One of our sect's Dao Masters has died."
Pei Yuhan's expression remained unchanged: "It's rumored that the Yin Dao Master has perished; it's a pity for such a vast amount of cultivation.
Sect Master, please accept my condolences." Ji Yitian put down his comb and slowly said, "Actually, I know all this."
Pei Yuhan asked, "What do you know?"
Ji Yitian didn't mince words and went straight to the point: "Why do you think the Yin Dao Master
dared to come to you that night? Firstly, I wanted him to test your intentions, and secondly, I wanted to help him break through his bottleneck, making our sect
even stronger . I never expected him to go too far and anger the Fairy. If the Fairy is willing, based on our
friendship, I, Yitian, will forgive and forget."
Pei Yuhan took a deep breath. "Then please forgive and forget, Sect Master."
Ji Yitian said, "What are the conditions for forgiveness and forgetfulness? I suppose I don't need to elaborate."
Pei Yuhan said in a deep voice, "Yuhan's inner conflict has been resolved; there's no need to threaten me anymore."
"Alas, we both know in our hearts that if the fairy truly had something to hide, she wouldn't have
come to this appointment the first place," Ji Yitian said. "With the fairy's cultivation level, I naturally cannot do anything to you. But
what about the fairy's three disciples? Although I know the fairy must have found a way out for them, but... if my Yin Yang Pavilion insists
on opposing them, which sect would dare to take them in?"
Pei Yuhan bit her lip tightly, her body trembling slightly. She was already furious, and the sword lying across her lap
seemed to sense its owner's anger, making a slight clanging sound.
Suddenly, Ji Yitian's hands covered Pei Yuhan's full breasts, skillfully pressing down on the red bean-like
protrusions, gently kneading them through her clothes. With a sudden burst of force, Ji Yitian's five fingers sank deep
into Pei Yuhan's breasts . After playing with them for a while, he patted her ample breasts and said, "Anyway, we've
done it so many times before, what's one more time? I, Ji Yitian, swear that after this, the Yin-Yang Pavilion will protect your disciple. As for the fairy
's freedom, I will no longer interfere."
...
On the arena, sword energy was like snow, surging like fury. Zhao Nian's sword tip and his eyes were fixed on Xiao Wang's
constantly changing figure on the field.
A punch, carrying the force of wind and thunder, shattered a cold sword energy. Zhao Nian sensed his location and
took the initiative , his body shooting out, the tip of his sword pointing to an empty void.
Xiao Wang let out a soft "Eh," his figure appearing in the air. He swiftly drew a
circle in front of him, a gentle force that firmly held onto the sword energy, like water smoothing away the sharp edges of a stone. The murderous
sword energy was gradually dissipated by the circles, and Zhao Nian tried to pull back his sword but found he couldn't.
*Bang!
* A fist suddenly slammed into his abdomen. Zhao Nian had no way to dodge and took the full force
of the blow, his body flying backward. His teeth whistled as he struggled forward, trying to offset the impact. Zhao Nian
tumbled several times in the air, finally touching the ground with his toes, using the tip of his sword to maintain his balance.
Xiao Wang persisted, unleashing a series of extremely powerful punches that seemed to explode the air itself,
accompanied by deafening thunder.
Zhao Nian forced down a mouthful of blood, glancing at the empty space. He thought to himself that he had to
hold on until his master emerged, no matter what. This might be his last match in the Trial of the Dao Tournament. No matter how badly he lost,
he wanted his master to see it.
He gripped his sword with both hands and began to run, his entire body transforming into a surge of sword energy as he slammed into
Xiao Wang, who was coming towards him.
...
"I used an illusion technique before I came; no one knows I was here," Ji Yitian added at the end,
dispelling her doubts.
He clearly felt Pei Yuhan's body gradually relax; although she didn't speak, she obviously
agreed. Looking at Pei Yuhan's stunningly beautiful attire, recalling everything that had happened before,
the alluring body wrapped in her clothes stirred his emotions even more.
He placed the sword on Pei Yuhan's lap on the table, supported her back with one hand, and scooped up her legs with the
other , carrying her horizontally to the bed. He then tossed her onto the soft, green quilt. Pei Yuhan
lay on her back on the bed, her exquisite face expressionless.
Ji Yitian practiced the Yin-Yang dual cultivation technique, so he could act without restraint. He
threw the bed and immediately pounced on her. Looking at her aloof face, his lust burned fiercely.
He thought, "When have you ever started out so proud and cold, only to end up dripping wet?" He first removed Pei
Yuhan's embroidered shoes, revealing her jade feet encased in white socks. Ji Yitian played with her feet, repeatedly
kneading .
Pei Yuhan still struggled internally, wanting to push him away, but thinking of Zhao Nian, who was still fighting for the sect
, Xiao Tang, who also faced a powerful enemy, and her somewhat lazy little disciple Lin Xuanyan, her body
gave way, allowing Ji Yitian to caress and play with her. Sometime later, the shoes and socks had been thrown on the floor. Ji Yitian
's hands caressed the alluring legs beneath her cyan pleated long skirt. He rubbed his cheek against her smooth legs before
leaning down on her. His other hand ruthlessly slipped inside her clothes, exploring and finding its way to
her full breasts, which were stretched high by her clothes. The breasts were soft and smooth to the touch, and he kneaded and played with them inside her clothes,
occasionally squeezing them forcefully, causing Pei Yuhan's face to flush crimson.
Ji Yitian breathed softly into her ear and asked gently, "Does the fairy want some?"
Pei Yuhan retorted irritably, "Don't talk nonsense."
Ji Yitian smiled slightly and unexpectedly kissed her soft, red lips. He kissed her passionately, occasionally using
his tongue to pry open her lips. Pei Yuhan instinctively closed her eyes, turning her pretty face away, trying to avoid his
kisses.
Ji Yitian's other hand pressed against her thigh, stroking upwards. The blue pleated skirt was pushed up by his large hand,
revealing her alluring, long legs. Under his provocation, he felt Pei Yuhan's nipples gradually harden
. Ji Yitian changed his position, spreading his legs apart on either side of her waist, almost pressing his entire body against Pei Yuhan.
His hand had already withdrawn from her bodice. Watching Pei Yuhan's magnificent breasts rise and fall with her breath,
Ji Yitian's lust was aroused. He began to unbutton her bodice, loosening her black and white diagonally collared outer garment, leaving
only a moon-white lace bodice separating her ample breasts from her soft flesh. The bodice tightly bound her snow-white breasts, revealing
large expanses of smooth, fleshy skin. Ji Yitian pinched the breast tissue overflowing from the bodice, and the hard,
erect nipples were faintly visible on the soft surface.
Ji Yitian grasped the center of the bodice and pulled it down. With little resistance, the bodice was pulled down
below , revealing her two magnificent, high, and firm breasts. He buried his face in her mouth and took her tender nipples into his mouth, his teeth gently
caressing and biting, his tongue skillfully licking and teasing the peaks of her breasts. His occasional forceful sucking caused the beauty's pink back to arch
slightly, her body involuntarily rising upwards.
After fondling and kneading her breasts for a while, Ji Yitian flipped her over and ripped off the
bow tied around her waist. Without the belt's restraint, her dress loosened, and he pulled out
the clothes tucked inside, dragging the dress down. Pei Yuhan instinctively grabbed the hem of the skirt, trying to stop him.
Ji Yitian laughed, "Please let go, fairy. What's the point of struggling now?"
Pei Yuhan seemed troubled, still hesitant. Then, a sharp crack was heard. Ji Yitian slapped her firm,
elastic buttocks hard and said sternly, "Let go."
Before Pei Yuhan could move, he slapped her again, twice on her left and right buttocks. Pei
Yuhan's body trembled, and she let go. Her skirt was easily pulled off and flowed down her smooth thighs to the ground. Ji
Yitian lifted her waist and pulled off her snow-white underpants as well. A moment later, Pei Yuhan was completely naked,
her clothes scattered all over the ground, a scene of fragrant lewdness and mess.
Ji Yitian gave her no chance to catch her breath, turning her body over. His fingers touched her warm, smooth thighs,
sliding upwards until they reached the inner thighs. "Spread your legs."
Although Pei Yuhan was extremely unwilling, she did not disobey. She slightly parted her slender thighs, and her gaze fell upon
the two thin, moderately thick labia beneath the soft, dark pubic hair, vaguely revealing
the tender pink flesh. Although it wasn't the first time she had seen it, every time she saw it, she felt it was so perfect. Ji Yitian's fingers
pressed on the slightly erect little fleshy mound, repeatedly pressing and stimulating it. At this moment, Pei Yuhan could only release her pleasure by frowning and moaning softly,
her body twisting slightly.
Ji Yitian fondled her delicate breasts with one hand, wantonly kneading and shaping them. His other hand rubbed and kneaded
between With each squeeze, the vulva opened and closed, appearing and disappearing,
already glistening with moisture. Ji Yitian's fingers were covered in moisture, clearly satisfied. His fingers silently probed inside.
"Mmm!" Pei Yuhan instinctively tightened her legs, her thighs clamping down on his fingers, the vulva
gripping them even more tightly. His other hand pinched her left breast like chopsticks, the
already hard nipple swelling even more from the manipulation. Pei Yuhan couldn't help but moan
softly .
Ji Yitian said gently, "Anyway, this is the last time, Fairy Pei, just let loose and scream. No one can hear you. If you
feel good, just scream. Why suppress yourself?"
"Mmm... umm..."
Pei Yuhan didn't want to scream, but before she could finish speaking, her legs were grabbed by him. Because of
her excellent flexibility, he pressed her down onto his shoulders! Not only was her lower body completely exposed, but her
pink and tender buttocks were also lifted off the quilt.
Something hard and hot touched her genitals. Before she could adjust, that thing ruthlessly
penetrated her, deeply plunging into her body. Her labia blossomed like flowers, swallowing the thick, long penis. The penis
went in and out , her jade hole churned, and her juices splashed everywhere
. The folds of flesh were rubbed, and waves crashed against her again and again. Pei Yuhan could no longer hold back and let out a long and melodious moan.
Fearing suspicion from others if he lingered too long, Ji Yitian didn't deliberately hold back his passion. The passion subsided quickly,
and Pei Yuhan lay naked on the bed, her long hair flowing like scattered seaweed. Her chest, reddened from being rubbed
, rose and fell slightly, her eyes glistening with tears.
Ji Yitian slapped her shapely buttocks hard, leaving several crimson handprints. He teased, "Your
disciple is being beaten, and so are you. Truly, master and disciple are of one mind." He then burst into laughter,
his hands wantonly kneading and slapping her breasts, buttocks, thighs, and other private parts. The lewd sounds echoed for a long time in the narrow room
.
...
Zhao Nian, covered in wounds, swayed precariously. He looked at Pei Yuhan's empty seat, his heart filled with emptiness.
So much time had passed, he had struggled for so long, why hadn't his master appeared? He didn't want
to collapse ; he wanted to see his master one last time before collapsing.
"Look, I've held out against Xiao Wang for so long, I'm pretty amazing, aren't I..."
Blood soaked his long robes, dripping incessantly from the tip of his sword. Zhao Nian was holding on by sheer willpower. Everyone else had
finished their matches, and all eyes were naturally on this side. The audience's
initial had transformed into genuine respect.
Xiao Wang was both annoyed and impressed. This was his first time fighting in public, and he wanted a clean and
quick victory, but it had dragged on for so long. He had initially thought his opponent was only at the fourth realm, but it turned out to be at
the peak of the fifth realm. The battle was filled with sword energy and perilous situations, and because the sword was exceptionally fine, the fight
had initially been a close contest with Xiao Wang, but the difference in raw strength was too great to
overcome with swords and bloodshed.
Looking at his wounded body, Xiao Wang felt a pang of pity and sighed, "Admit defeat."
Zhao Nian stared at that spot, but there was still no one there. He was unwilling to give up.
Lin Xuanyan frowned deeply. He knew why Zhao Nian was fighting so desperately. Looking at
the entrance to the cave, he had a bad feeling, stemming from the absence of the Yin-Yang Pavilion Master
.
Seeing Zhao Nian so badly injured yet still refusing to admit defeat, Yu Xiaotang was on the verge of tears: "Junior Brother will
die if this continues..."
Lin Xuanyan said in a deep voice, "Wait a moment, I'll go find Master." He immediately headed towards the cave.
Just as he reached the entrance, the figure in the blue pleated dress finally appeared. Yu Xiaotang rushed over and
grabbed her master's hand, tears welling in her eyes, saying, "Master, if you don't come out soon, Junior Brother will die..."
Pei Yuhan gazed at the blood-soaked figure from afar, her heart breaking.
Xiao Wang looked at him, and Zhao Nian suddenly laughed. He delivered his final sword strike. Xiao Wang didn't even activate his magic
to defend, but looked at him with pity as he was already at his last gasp. But this sword strike was indeed harmless;
before it even touched Xiao Wang, he collapsed from exhaustion, his white teeth falling to the ground with a mournful cry. Like the last
snowflake falling at the end of February.
Xiao Wang wins.
Lin Xuanyan stood there blankly. Just now, as they brushed past each other, he smelled the strange
aura on Pei Yuhan. He knew what it was, and he knew what had happened.
"Yin Yang Pavilion..." he murmured to himself, his gaze calm yet fierce.
Pei Yuhan flew into the arena, her sword like flowing clouds enveloping Zhao Nian's riddled body, bringing him back to the Sword Sect's viewing platform
. Lin Xuanyan quietly watched his second senior brother, Zhao Nian, who had been helped back unconscious. His sword attire was entirely
red , and the smell of blood was overwhelming.
"As long as I, Lin Xuanyan, live, the Yin-Yang Pavilion must never exist in this world." The young man clenched his fists,
silently .
...
Taking advantage of Pei Yuhan's healing of Zhao Nian, he relied on his intuition to arrive at one of the seventy-two minor grotto-heavens.
That place was extremely inconspicuous, arranged as a small room.
Lin Xuanyan pushed open the door and entered. The furnishings there were extremely simple, with only a bed and a bronze mirror. Lin Xuanyan sat in
front of the bronze mirror, looked at himself for a moment, and then laughed self-deprecatingly.
"Five hundred years of cultivation, what have I accomplished?"
He suddenly smashed the bronze mirror. The bronze mirror, which was just a constructed illusion, instantly turned into a mottled mist.
Lin Xuanyan got up and went to the bedside. He lifted the quilt and picked up a moon-white, bare-flowered bodice inside to look at it.
It was slippery and covered with liquid. He knew what it was without even thinking. He never expected that Ji Yitian would actually
ejaculate that kind of filth into Yuhan's place. The thought that he might have even ejaculated into Yu Han's pristine, sacred
body made his heart clench as if gripped tightly by a hand. He clutched the still
-warm bodice, its semen still fresh, his heart heavy with depression.
Zhao Nian had fought a life-or-death battle, while Yu Han was being wantonly violated and raped by such a man.
What could he do?
*Thud!
* He threw the bodice back onto the bed. He pulled back the covers, covering it again. Filled with resentment,
he went to the table, flicked his wrist, and the bronze mirror reappeared.
He pushed open the door and left. As if he had never been there.
Although Zhao Nian was seriously injured, fortunately, most of his wounds were external. Pei Yu Han protected his heart meridian, using the Cold Palace
's healing secrets to slowly repair his damaged body. Yu Xiao Tang watched Zhao Nian gradually recover and
finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Pei Yu Han felt extremely bitter; her disciple had risked his life just to see her.
She herself had been engaging in such lewd and shameful acts within the cave, not only being stripped naked and violated, but also being
shamelessly violated to the point of moaning uncontrollably. Thinking of this, her eyes reddened. She made up her mind that if Ji
Yitian dared to break his promise, she would disregard everything and challenge the Yin-Yang Pavilion, killing everyone regardless of age or gender.
Pei Yuhan, seeing Yu Xiaotang's tearful eyes, comforted her, "Junior brother is alright now. Don't try to fight like him in your upcoming match
. If you can't win, just admit defeat; no one will blame you."
"Oh..."
The third round of the competition was about to end, and Yu Xiaotang's match was about to begin. Yu Xiaotang left the cave and saw
Lin Xuanyan standing there watching her. She had never seen Lin Xuanyan with this expression before. That look, whether calm
or angry, made her realize that her junior brother had matured considerably beyond his years.
"What's wrong..."
Lin Xuanyan looked at her and said seriously, "Zhao Nian has already lost. Senior Sister, you can't lose too."
Yu Xiaotang was startled and said somewhat aggrievedly, "But that Zhong Hua..."
Lin Xuanyan said solemnly, "I believe you can win. Because you are Yu Xiaotang. You are my senior sister."
Yu Xiaotang didn't dare to nod. Their cultivation levels were already so vastly different, not to mention their proficiency in spells
.
Lin Xuanyan said, "Xiaotang, come here."
Because she was intimidated by Lin Xuanyan's aura, Yu Xiaotang obediently went over. Lin Xuanyan reached out and
pressed her head down, just like he would when he patted her head. He rubbed Yu Xiaotang's head, and this time Yu Xiaotang didn't
shrink away. She let him rub her carefully combed hair into a mess like a bird's nest. He seems to really
like patting her head, always rubbing it like this. But I'm the senior sister...
At this moment, Yu Xiaotang suddenly felt that her aura seemed to have changed. But she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Before Yu Xiaotang could fully process what she was thinking, Lin Xuanyan patted her shoulder. She instinctively looked up, and their
eyes met. Lin Xuanyan suddenly smiled and said, "Senior Sister Xiaotang, have you ever heard a saying?"
Yu Xiaotang was taken aback: "What saying?"
Lin Xuanyan took a deep breath, his gaze and voice deep and mysterious, as if he were revealing a shocking secret:
"An immortal touched my head, and bestowed upon me immortality!"
Regarding the promise to focus on the goddess's first time, that's probably impossible now. I really like
the style , so I also like to let readers fill in the gaps themselves.
Many plot points feel incongruous. I'll try my best to smooth things over. However, since it's an erotic novel, many logics can't be as
rigorous and normal as in a normal book.
A big reason I wrote this is because I dislike many erotic novels where the female lead is initially aloof, but after
a short time, she starts moaning, begging for mercy, and saying "your is bigger." Those aren't my ideal goddesses, so
I wanted to write about the image of a goddess in my heart.
Regarding whether or not to have a harem... I really haven't decided yet. I really, really want a single female lead. While it's not entirely
realistic,
let me reiterate that the book's central theme is love and hope. Therefore, it won't remain a perpetual green (green) relationship. Effort will be rewarded, though
the road will be long. With perseverance and determination, even a small force can overcome adversity.
I will consider yuri (lesbian) elements
. Multiple perspectives will also be included, but the section about Palace Master Lu will deliberately avoid Wang Jiu's perspective. Personally, I feel that letting
the movement of the skirt allow readers to fill in the gaps in their imagination is more interesting.

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