Records of the Goddess Qiongming, Part 5

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Chapter Five: Spring Breeze Beneath the Skirts
In the first month, a major piece of news spread throughout the land. It was said that the Yin Dao Master, one of the two Dao Masters of the Yin-Yang Pavilion, had mysteriously
disappeared, her whereabouts unknown. It was rumored that she had already died and her Dao had vanished. This news caused
a sensation; no one could imagine what force dared to oppose the Yin-Yang Pavilion. The Yin-Yang Pavilion had already dispatched secret agents to investigate, but so far, they had no leads.
In the second month, another major piece of news instantly overwhelmed the discussions. The Xuanyuan Dynasty's Chengjun City had three
palaces : the Qianming Palace, the residence of the Emperor; the Fuxue Palace, the residence of the Princess; and the Qingmu Palace, the residence of the Pope's Holy Maiden. Recently
, the Qianming Palace announced that on the day of the Trial of the Dao, the Yin-Yang Dao and its branches would be declared the only orthodox Dao on the continent,
all others being unorthodox and no longer protected or given preferential treatment by the Royal Palace. The announcement ceremony would be presided over by the Palace Master of the Qingmu Palace. On that day, the Palace Master of the Qingmu Palace would sacrifice herself, publicly handing the Red Pill to the winner of the Trial of the Dao, followed by a three-day "hospitality" on the ninth floor
of the Jietian Tower .
The guests were none other than the powerful figures of the Yin-Yang Path and
the rulers of the Royal Palace.
The news spread incredibly fast; many initially thought it was a rumor or a
mishearing . The fleeting glimpse of the ethereal woman on New Year's Eve only fueled their disbelief.
Yet, the enormous seals of the Three Palaces on the imperial edict were so prominent and undeniably real. Several days passed before people began to believe
the news.
Casinos opened their doors, and countless names of promising young talents appeared on the betting pools. The most favored was naturally Xiao Wang, the genius youth of
the Xuanmen Sect , followed by many other renowned prodigies. Next in line after Xiao Wang
was Ji Xinian, the young master of the Yin-Yang Pavilion. Then there was Zhong Hua, the young city lord of Cuiyun City, Wei Ji of the Tianji Sect… Despite
the abundance , Xiao Wang stood out. Everyone envied his good fortune in love, born in the best of times,
able to possess the most beautiful maiden in the Royal Palace.
This year, admission tickets for the Trial of the Dao Tournament, besides the various entrance fees, were being sold at exorbitant prices, with countless
wealthy merchants scrambling for a single spot.
In the third month, Lin Xuanyan began selecting a sword, and he and Zhao Nian had a rare opportunity to exchange ideas. The Sword Sect naturally had a Sword Pavilion,
displaying hundreds of swords, all once renowned and powerful. Some
still retained the spirit of their previous owners, remaining defiant. Originally, the Sword Pavilion was supposed to be a forbidden area, but with the decline of swordsmanship, it
had freely accessible.
Zhao Nian chose a blue-green sword from the pavilion, said to be
one of the three swords of the Western Sea Sword Demon from hundreds of years ago.
Lin Xuanyan immediately recognized the origin of the sword and shook his head, saying, "The sword of the Sword Demon is too Yin in nature; it's not suitable for
you."
Zhao Nian was somewhat disdainful, thinking, "What does someone who can't cultivate know about swords?" But since he was his
junior brother , he still asked gently, "Then what does junior brother think is suitable for me?"
Lin Xuanyan didn't speak, continuing to walk forward. Relying on his memory, he reached the end of the path.
The Sword Pavilion 's path was long, and the higher the rank of the swords, the better they were. However, a good sword didn't necessarily mean it was suitable, so Zhao Nian
didn't venture deeper.
The deeper he went, the stronger the sword intent became, and a chill permeated the air. Zhao Nian felt the sword energy piercing his bones; every step felt like being cut by a knife.
But Lin Xuanyan remained calm, as if nothing was wrong. He was very puzzled, but the pain prevented him
from thinking. Finally, when Zhao Nian was about to give up, Lin Xuanyan took a sword from the wooden shelf and handed it to
him: "This sword is called Snow Fang."
"The sword of the Snow Kingdom's demon lord?" Zhao Nian was secretly shocked, but he still accepted the sword. It was indeed
a rare and fine sword. Although it belonged to the Snow Kingdom's demon, the sword possessed no trace of malevolent energy. When the Snow Kingdom fell, this sword
was hung in the Sword Pavilion by the master who had personally slain the demon.
Zhao Nian took the sword and immediately retreated, withdrawing from the densely packed sword intent. Lin Xuanyan then realized that
Zhao Nian's physique couldn't withstand the pressure of these renowned swords.
Lin Xuanyan said, "From now on, you will be the master of this sword."
He wasn't speaking to Zhao Nian, but to the sword itself. The sword seemed to understand his intention,
emitting a long, resonant hum. Zhao Nian initially wanted to object with reasons like "the demon's sword," but at that moment,
he felt a connection between himself and the sword's heart. That wondrous feeling was profound and indescribable.
He looked deeply at Lin Xuanyan and asked, "Junior brother, you can actually cultivate, right?"
Lin Xuanyan didn't answer, continuing to walk deeper into the Sword Pavilion.
Zhao Nian stood there and asked again, "Who exactly are you?"
Lin Xuanyan glanced at the sword deepest in the Sword Pavilion, his gaze unfathomable.
He said, "I am merely a disciple of the Sword Sect, your junior brother. Master has high hopes for you in the Trial of the Dao.
Don't disappoint him."
Zhao Nian pursed his lips and suddenly asked, "Junior brother, what sword do you want to choose?"
Lin Xuanyan's gaze shifted from the sword that had once shaken the ages, and the sword
trembled uncontrollably, a sound of reluctance, like an old friend meeting again after a long separation.
Lin Xuanyan ignored the sword's plea and turned to leave: "I don't want to choose a sword. I want to make
one myself."
Zhao Nian was even more puzzled: "Make one yourself?"
"Yes. I know a blacksmith down the mountain."
...
Down the mountain path was a mass grave. Beyond the grave, there was a stream strewn with strange rocks,
its water splashing into countless white droplets as it flowed away.
Walking along the south side of the stream, one encounters many ancient trees, dozens of meters tall, where fallen leaves pile up thickly, teeming with lurking snakes and insects,
a place most people would avoid.
In early April, the clear stream swells, countless tiny red petals floating on its surface. Fish lightly touch the petals, then dart
away, scattering into ripples.
Lin Xuanyan paused, and as if possessed, he looked up. Dozens of steps away, a
figure came into view. The blackness seemed soft, yet so dazzling, like
an inky flame burning under the bright sun, so radiant it stole all attention.
It was a girl in a black dress.
Because she leaned against the towering ancient trees, her figure appeared even more petite and delicate. The girl sat
on a smooth stone on the bank, her bare feet dangling in the stream. Her smooth legs swayed gently, the delicate water droplets and ripples
resembling clusters of blooming flowers. Lin Xuanyan felt a slight unease; why would such a girl appear in the desolate wilderness?
The girl's long hair cascaded down, obscuring her profile. She simply kept her head down in silence, as if gazing at
her reflection in the stream.
Her long hair was so black that individual strands were indistinguishable, as if a painter had used the thickest ink in a single,
continuous stroke.
The girl's figure was exquisite, neither slender nor plump; her pink back, clad in a black dress, was gracefully shapely, and
a section of her snow-white neck peeked out from the collar, like the gentle, bright moonlight in the deepest night.
As Lin Xuanyan approached, the rustling of fallen leaves under his feet startled the seated girl. She suddenly
turned around , her expression somewhat surprised. Lin Xuanyan finally saw her face clearly; he couldn't describe her beauty, it was like
a wild poppy blooming in the snows of the far north.
The girl breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Lin Xuanyan and turned her head away again.
Lin Xuanyan understood somewhat; she was probably a young lady from a wealthy family, who had secretly run away and was afraid of
being caught by the servants.
Thinking about the sword-forging matter, Lin Xuanyan didn't linger and continued forward. After taking only two steps, a sudden tremor ran
through him turned back to the girl's side. He kindly advised, "Miss, this
wilderness is teeming with wild beasts and dangerous men. You should go back soon."
The girl looked up at him, her deep gaze like the ocean's depths. She shook her head.
"It's alright."
She appeared frail, but her voice was calm. Lin Xuanyan was slightly surprised; he could tell that this
girl had no cultivation whatsoever. At that moment, he suddenly noticed an old book on her lap,
the words on the cover barely legible.
She gently splashed water, her skirt evenly covering her knees. Silent and reserved.
Lin Xuanyan subconsciously said, "Your book... is strange."
The girl tilted her head slightly and said, "You are too."
Lin Xuanyan frowned. "Be careful."
The girl's jade-like feet splashed water, creating ripples. "Thank you."
After this brief and incomprehensible exchange, Lin Xuanyan said no more and turned to leave. He couldn't discern the
book's origin. But if she truly was a young lady from a prestigious family, she would surely possess magical artifacts, and her safety was none of
his concern.
He descended the mountain and arrived at a dilapidated little town. Following his memory, he found himself
at the entrance . A blackened, sky-blue old cloth hung at the door, and
the faint sounds of hammering could be heard coming from within the half-open door. Even as he approached, he could still feel the heat emanating from the shop.
Lin Xuanyan hesitated for a moment, then lifted the curtain and went inside.
A short, middle-aged man was wielding a hammer,
hammering away at a red-hot iron blank. Sparks flew, and the iron blank on the anvil clanged loudly.
The middle-aged man looked up at the newcomer, casually picked up the white towel hanging around his neck, and
wiped away the sweat. The sweat dripped onto the scorching anvil, hissing.
"What kind of knife does the customer want?" the middle-aged man asked.
Lin Xuanyan looked at him, closed the door, and calmly said, "I want a sword."
The middle-aged man looked troubled and smiled bitterly, "A sword? Are you mocking me, young master? This shop
hasn't forged a sword in over a hundred years."
Lin Xuanyan ignored his words and continued, "I don't have high requirements for the sword. It should be
made of snowflake steel, without any special patterns. The sword must be thin, narrow, and light, so that it can easily unleash its sword energy. The scabbard
can be made of the most ordinary animal hide."
The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "I don't make swords, I don't make swords. Not only is that blasphemous, but my master
never taught me the art of sword making. It's been lost for a long time. I can't make them."
Lin Xuanyan looked at him and asked, "Do you really want to spend your whole life in this small place forging
kitchen knives and ?"
The middle-aged blacksmith suddenly fell silent. Glistening beads of sweat dripped from his muscular chest,
landing on the red-hot blacksmith's work with a hissing sound.
Lin Xuanyan looked at him and said, word by word, "Chengjun Sword, Duanlong Sword, Shanjun, Zhuxie, Cangshan Snow,
and... Xianyu."
The middle-aged blacksmith listened quietly as he finished reciting these sword names, without uttering a word. Their eyes met, sparks flew in the dark, oppressive
room the oppressive, humid atmosphere was finally broken by the middle-aged blacksmith. His voice was somewhat hoarse: "
Who exactly are you?"
Suddenly, his pupils lit up, his gaze fixed on Lin Xuanyan's face, his tone filled with unspeakable shock
: "It's you? It's you! No! You're not..."
Lin Xuanyan nodded and said, "It's me."
...
The third month passed peacefully. In the fourth month, the day before the Trial of the Dao, Lin Xuanyan went down the mountain to retrieve the swords.
The two did not exchange a single word during the entire process.
The day before the Trial of the Dao, Lin Xuanyan arrived at the gate of Biluo Palace late at night. That night, the candles in Biluo Palace
were not extinguished. The early summer breeze was gentle, yet still carried a chill of spring. Pei Yuhan stepped out of the palace and walked onto the cloud
platform , gazing at the rolling mountains. She happened to meet Lin Xuanyan.
Pei Yuhan was dressed in a thin robe tonight, her long hair pulled back to her neck and tied with a red ribbon,
which cascaded down her back to her slender waist. A sash cinched her waist, and her dark blue pleated skirt was simple and elegant.
Pei Yuhan never wore makeup, and dressed like this, she looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Lin
Xuanyan was momentarily stunned. If only life could be like their first meeting, this would probably be the scene.
Lin Xuanyan stepped forward and bowed.
Pei Yuhan saw him and was slightly surprised: "Xuanyan, why aren't you asleep yet? Tomorrow is the Trial of the Dao, you should rest
early ."
Lin Xuanyan smiled: "Master isn't asleep either."
Pei Yuhan remained silent, slowly walking to the edge of the cloud platform, as if burdened with heavy thoughts.
Lin Xuanyan asked, "Is Master blaming me for tearing up the letter Ji Yitian gave you that day?"
Pei Yuhan shook her head and said, "These are my shameful deeds, my own incompetence. How could I blame
my own disciple?"
The night was serene, the moonlight clear and bright. Lin Xuanyan looked at her back and suddenly felt an urge to pull her into his arms
.
Suddenly, Pei Yuhan asked, "Xuanyan, I heard from Nian'er that you went down the mountain to forge swords?"
Lin Xuanyan did not deny it.
She asked again, "Sword Pavilion has so many famous swords, why did you forge them yourself?"
Lin Xuanyan replied, "Those swords all have owners, and they don't feel quite right to use."
Pei Yuhan nodded, "After this Trial of the Dao, we'll probably have to leave here."
Lin Xuanyan asked, "Master, it's one thing that you don't have confidence in me, but you don't have confidence in Zhao Nian either?"
Pei Yuhan hesitated, then sighed softly. She murmured to herself, "The Trial of Dao Tournament has begun..."
The long night stretched on, the darkness like water, the flowers and trees like snow, illuminating her radiant beauty.
...
In the center of Chengjun City, four smooth, massive stones, originally embedded in the plaza, rose into the air, floating in
the center of the plaza.
Besides the six major sects, ten spots were allocated to other forces, ultimately
resulting in sixteen sects participating in the Trial of Dao Tournament. Each sect could send a maximum of four disciples, for a total of sixty-
four disciples, drawn by lot. However, this year there were only sixty-three. Because the Cold Palace Sword Sect only had three disciples,
one was destined to be left out.
By the time Pei Yuhan and her two disciples arrived, the sun was high in the sky. Crowds thronged, forming small groups.
Looking out, the sea of people stretched out, various sect uniforms gathered together, some greeting each other, some
crossing their arms with arrogant expressions, some brandishing their fists, eager to try. But this hustle and bustle seemed irrelevant to them.
Pei Yuhan flew to the city gate on her sword, then sheathed it and walked into the city. Although they were one of the six great sects,
they were no longer worthy of their name and naturally didn't feel comfortable using their swords within the city.
The closer it got to the Trial of the Dao Tournament, the more crowded the martial arts arena became. Fortunately, the dynasty's guards had already cleared special
paths for the sects to pass through.
In the center of Chengjun City, the four smooth-surfaced boulders that were originally embedded in the center of the square were now suspended in mid-air, floating in
the center of the square.
In addition to the six great sects, ten spots were allocated to other forces to compete for, ultimately resulting
in sixteen sects participating in the Trial of the Dao Tournament. Each sect could send a maximum of four disciples, so a total of sixty-
four , drawn by lot. However, this year there were only sixty-three. Because the Cold Palace Sword Sect only had three disciples,
one person was destined to be left out.
By the time Pei Yuhan and her two disciples arrived, the sun was already high in the sky in Chengjun City. Crowds gathered, forming small groups of three or five.
Looking out, the sea of people stretched out before them, a vast expanse of school uniforms from various sects gathered together. Some greeted each other with
bows crossed their arms with arrogant expressions, and some brandished their fists, eager to test their skills. But this hustle and bustle seemed irrelevant to them.
Pei Yuhan flew to the city gate on her sword, then sheathed it and walked into the city. Although they were one of the six great sects,
they were no longer worthy of their name, so naturally, it was not convenient for them
to fly through the city on their swords. The closer it got to the Trial of the Dao Tournament, the more crowded the martial arts arena became. Fortunately, the dynasty's guards had already cleared a special path for
the sect members to pass through.
Yu Xiaotang suddenly said sadly, "Could this be the last time we participate?"
Upon hearing this, Pei Yuhan slowed her pace. She looked up and surveyed the vast city. She didn't feel much
attachment, just a touch of sadness.
The taciturn Zhao Nian said, "As long as the draw isn't too bad, maybe we can."
Lin Xuanyan noticed that Pei Yuhan had unconsciously sighed. He looked down at his toes, saying nothing.
Along the way, he heard many rumors. The most prevalent rumors concerned Lu Jiajing.
Because of Lu Jiajing, everyone seemed to have lost interest in the competition, partly
because Xiao Wang stood out, and partly because Lu Jiajing's fame was simply too great. Lin Xuanyan listened to
these vile words, a lingering sense of unease settling in his heart.
Although the first place in the Trial of the Dao would grant him qualification, even if he won, as a disciple
of the Sword Sect, he would undoubtedly face countless obstacles.
The June sun shone brightly, illuminating the entire city at midday, yet there was no feeling
of heat . The city center was already shaded by several Great Dao Masters, making the temperature most pleasant.
He arrived at the designated spot for the Cold Palace Sword Sect. Looking around, although the number of representatives from each sect was strictly
limited, the crowd still seemed vast and impressive. Adjacent to the Sword Sect was the Yin-Yang Pavilion. Standing atop the highest point of the Yin-Yang Pavilion
was a young man with an air of otherworldly grace. He had lived for hundreds of years, yet he still appeared remarkably young,
his handsome features rivaling those of a teenager. His enormous, black-and-white Daoist robe, embroidered with yin-yang symbols, billowed in the wind.
He exuded an air of great authority. Lin Xuanyan recognized him at a glance; this was Ji Yitian. He silently memorized his appearance
.
Ji Yitian glanced at Pei Yuhan discreetly. Pei Yuhan sensed his gaze, but she did not
look at him. A faint smile played on the young man's lips as he gazed at
the four , his eyes as deep and unfathomable as obsidian.
Suddenly, a commotion arose in the arena. Zhao Nian abruptly sat up straight. Yu Xiaotang tugged at his sleeve and pointed to
someone who had just entered: "That person is Xiao Wang."
Lin Xuanyan looked in the direction she pointed, and after a while, he asked, "Is it the tall and handsome one
?"
Yu Xiaotang shook her head and said, "Yes, that one."
Only then did Lin Xuanyan notice a short boy walking ahead. The boy's frame was as delicate
as , and his hair was a dark red, tied with a silk thread. He wasn't particularly handsome, nor was he particularly
rugged or dashing. He looked simple and unremarkable. But that was the most talented young man in the dynasty.
Lin Xuanyan nodded and said, "Indeed, not bad."
Yu Xiaotang didn't know how high his praise was. On the contrary, she felt that "not bad" was too low
, and she pouted and said, "Are you jealous of him? A god-like figure like Palace Master Lu is about to
be ... well, you know..."
Yu Xiaotang was, after all, a girl, and couldn't say anything vulgar. Lin Xuanyan rolled his eyes at her. Just as he was about
to speak, his expression suddenly shifted, and he subconsciously turned his head. A
young woman quiet and composed, emerging from a small grotto behind the stands. Her black dress covered her calves evenly,
her eyelashes lowered, looking down at her feet. She was nothing but her dark dress and snow-white skin. She was like
a girl drawn on a blank sheet of paper.
Yu Xiaotang also noticed his gaze, followed it, and stared blankly for a moment before saying, "
So beautiful."
Lin Xuanyan asked, "Do you know who she is?"
Yu Xiaotang scoffed, "Asking about a girl's name on the first meeting? Junior brother, although you
usually seem so serious, you're quite the ladies' man!"
Lin Xuanyan smiled and shook his head, not replying.
Suddenly, Pei Yuhan's clear, cold voice rang out, "That person should be the daughter of the Yin-Yang Pavilion Master.
She's said to be the only young person in the entire Yin-Yang Pavilion who cannot cultivate."
Lin Xuanyan gave an "oh" and glanced at the girl again.
Yu Xiaotang stood on tiptoe to look into the distance, feeling a deep-seated
fear every time she saw such a large crowd. She knew that the Sword Sect's visits were merely a formality. What waves could three disciples make in this ocean
? Besides, geniuses were as numerous as carp crossing a river in this arena.
A bald, fat man arrived at the Sword Sect's grounds, his expression one of astonishment: "Wow, this is incredible
! I thought the Sword Sect was long gone. Sword Immortal Pei is truly a capable womanizer, still managing to keep it going. I admire you greatly!"
Pei Yuhan didn't even glance at him: "Thank you for your concern, Sect Master Gao."
Seeing Pei Yuhan's cold demeanor, the bald man didn't back down; instead, he took another step closer,
his fat cheeks bulging as he laughed: "Sword Immortal Pei, if your Sword Sect truly has nowhere to go in the future
, and other places dare not accept you, would my Xuanding Sect dare to defy the world and accept you as
our chief guest elder?"
Pei Yuhan coldly replied: "No need to worry about that."
The fat, bald man didn't care about Pei Yuhan's indifference. He stepped closer, using his internal energy to
speak a few words to Pei Yuhan, a barely perceptible red light flashing across her snow-white neck.
Lin Xuanyan clenched his fists, gripping the hem of his robe, his expression slightly fierce. Yu Xiaotang didn't know what the fat man was
saying to her master, but her master's expression was clearly not good. Just as she was about to dismiss him, she heard Pei Yuhan coldly say,
"Get lost."
A sword aura erupted from Pei Yuhan's body. The bald man surnamed Gao, though very fat, was surprisingly
agile, taking three steps back and easily dodging the sword aura. He chuckled, "Fairy,
you have quite the temper. It seems I've brought this upon myself."
Yu Xiaotang cursed, "You fatso, didn't you hear my master tell you to get lost?"
The fat man surnamed Gao looked at Yu Xiaotang and laughed heartily, "Your master is a great beauty, and you're a little beauty too.
Interested in joining our sect and practicing the Xuanji Technique based on Yin and Yang? I guarantee..."
Before he could finish, Yu Xiaotang gritted her teeth and said, "Get lost!"
Suddenly, many more people appeared in front of the Sword Sect. A scholar in a tall hat and wide belt, with a jade-like face
, stood with his arms crossed, showing none of the timidity expected of a scholar. He rudely sized up Pei Yuhan,
clicking his tongue and saying, "As expected of one of the six major sects, quite the temper. So unhospitable, how are we small sects supposed
to survive?"
The young man glanced at Zhao Nian, who was glaring angrily, and nodded slightly: "This young man is not bad,
probably your trump card. Tsk tsk, but just not bad."
Someone echoed, "I don't know how you, Fairy Pei, have managed to keep this small sect, which has long been defunct, going on
for so long. Your methods, both overt and covert, are admirable. But it's about time it came to an end."
"This young master is quite handsome, but unfortunately, he's a cripple who can't cultivate. I didn't expect the Sword Sect to even
accept someone like this. Really..." The speaker couldn't think of a suitable word for a moment.
Someone chimed in, "Desperate times call for desperate measures, but unfortunately, they're all quacks." "
In my opinion, Fairy Pei, with her title of Sword Immortal still intact, could use her beauty to gain a better reputation
. That would be far better than this crumbling Sword Sect."
More and more people gathered to watch the spectacle. Zhao Nian, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly, could no longer bear it and roared,
"Our sect's fate is our own business, none of your concern!"
"Oh, quite the temper. I wonder how much arrogance she'll retain after this Trial of the Dao."
"Everyone knows why Fairy Pei refuses to give up—it's because of your world-renowned
master! What a pity! Hey! You don't actually like your master, do you…tsk tsk tsk, master-disciple relationships are
a major taboo ."
As soon as she finished speaking, she was met with a burst of laughter. Pei Yuhan's feelings for her master, Ye Linyuan, were
common knowledge, but once this thin veil of secrecy was finally pierced, the feeling remained different.
Pei Yuhan stood there, her initial anger suddenly replaced by a dazed expression.
Yu Xiaotang blushed and scolded, "What business is it of yours who my master likes? He doesn't like you anyway! You! And you, you,
you! Get out of here!"
Pei Yuhan patted Yu Xiaotang's shoulder gently and said, "Xiaotang, there's no need for this, it's not worth it."
Yu Xiaotang looked up at Pei Yuhan, her eyes glistening with tears, looking pitiful on the verge of sobbing.
"Master, but... but they..." Pei Yuhan patted her head tenderly.
Yu Xiaotang looked at Lin Xuanyan, who had been silent, and suddenly got angry: "You dog of a junior brother! You should say something too!
It's inconvenient for me, a girl, but you're a boy. Master is so good to us, and now that people are talking to us like this, why are you
acting like a silent gourd? You're an ingrate too!"
Lin Xuanyan, who had been thinking about something, exclaimed and came back to his senses. Only then did he see that there were
many people serving him in various ways. Lin Xuanyan looked at his junior sister, whose face was flushed, and thought to himself that he really hadn't learned how to curse. For a
moment, he didn't know how to speak. Yu Xiaotang, thinking he wouldn't dare, kicked him in the corner in exasperation.
Amidst the constant whispers, a clear and penetrating voice suddenly rang out: "Enough!
No more rudeness to Fairy Pei!"
The speaker was Ji Yitian, the head of the Yin-Yang Pavilion. As a peak-level expert in the Transcendent Realm, coupled with his
status no one dared to disobey him. After Ji Yitian spoke, the crowd indeed calmed down considerably.
A gentle smile appeared on his handsome face: "Fairy Pei single-handedly shouldered the Sword Dao Cauldron; that is truly remarkable. If any of you have
any objections, you may speak to me."
The crowd inwardly cursed, "What a hypocrite! Secretly trying to win over Pei Yuhan, and then using the name of the Yin-Yang Pavilion head to
pressure us!" However, despite their complaints, they dared not truly retaliate, offering insincere agreement and praising
the Yin-Yang Pavilion, especially its young master Ji Xinian, who was only slightly inferior to Xiao Wang . Yu Xiaotang listened to those insincere words and felt they were utterly hypocritical. The thought of her best teacher enduring such humiliation filled her with a deep sense of injustice. She tugged at Pei Yuhan's skirt, and Pei Yuhan smiled silently, telling her it was alright. Lin Xuanyan watched, Pei Yuhan's beautiful face etched in his mind, as if he could see the . Everyone didn't leave until the bell rang. The whispers among the crowd grew quieter. Those who had been walking and talking returned to their seats.

Suddenly, a clamor arose, with many people standing up and tiptoeing to look.
"Quick! Look over there. That person is..."
"Is that Lu Jiajing?" "
The legendary woman who has reached the Transcendent Realm? The Palace Master of Qingmu Palace who hasn't left the palace for hundreds of years?"
"I heard that Palace Master Lu is extremely aloof. Her face is always like ice. I never thought she would..."
"Seeing Palace Master Lu today makes me realize that the expensive spot I bought from my martial uncle wasn't a waste."
...
From the floating glazed stone steps of the Heavenly Tower, a woman in a flowing dress walked calmly. Today, she didn't wear the gorgeous robes of
New Year Eve, but instead wore the Daoist robes of the Palace Master of Qingmu Palace. The collar and cuffs of her dark blue dress
were embroidered with snow-capped plum blossoms, elegant yet charming. The simple dress fit her perfectly, clinging to her fair skin, highlighting
her full breasts , slender waist, and alluring figure. Her hair was a deep cyan,
like the drifting clouds in the sky at the cusp of dusk and night. Her dark hair was tied up, adorned with an exquisitely carved
white jade hairpin. The red tassels and her crimson lips were the most striking highlights of her outfit, appearing not
at all gaudy, but rather perfectly complementing her beauty and features.
"Jing'er?" Lin Xuanyan murmured.
Yu Xiaotang exclaimed sincerely, "So beautiful!"
Lu Jiajing, barefoot, walked from the Jietian Tower to the center of the Trial of the Dao arena, standing before the crowd. The
Trial of the Dao arena had four sides, three facing the various sects, and the other facing the imperial palace.
Lu Jiajing, with her back to the palace, quietly bowed to the crowd. The noisy discussions gradually subsided,
and everyone held their breath, watching this stunning beauty, anticipating her next move.
Lu Jiajing glanced around at the crowd; her delicate eyebrows were naturally arched, and her snow-white skin
shone brilliantly in the abundant sunlight. She spoke softly, her voice like the gentle murmur of water flowing through every corner of the hall.
"Palace Mistress Lu Jiajing of Qingmu Palace warmly welcomes all distinguished guests who have traveled from afar. The Trial of the Dao is held every five years, its
purpose being to select the best young people for the future of the dynasty. Today, the world is teeming with talent, and
this year's Trial of the Dao is sure to be exceptionally lively. I will not elaborate on the specifics, as you all surely
know about my affairs. I will be observing the competition from the Jietian Tower, awaiting news, and on the day after the winner is determined, I will publicly engage in dual cultivation with
this young talent, to demonstrate the principles of Yin and Yang."
Lu Jiajing's voice was as thin as spring ice, yet also like a surging tide from all directions. That speech was short,
but everyone felt as if they had listened for a long time, especially the inexperienced youths, who blushed and
their breath caught in their throats as they gazed at that noble and beautiful face, seemingly recalling some scene, each
unable to contain their emotions .
Pei Yuhan watched as Lu Jiajing calmly finished speaking, her expression turning somber.
Lu Jiajing continued, "I do this willingly, both for my own path to the Great Dao and for the sake of all the people of the
Xuanyuan Dynasty. If it can bring lasting peace to the dynasty, my body is of no consequence."
She spoke these words with unwavering composure, like jade buried deep within solid ice, inspiring
no disrespect. Just as everyone was pondering the meaning behind Lu Jiajing's words, someone in the audience suddenly
shouted in a highly inappropriate manner, "I wonder if Palace Master Lu is still a virgin?"
The shout was followed by laughter. Lin Xuanyan looked in the direction of the sound and saw
a . He had a bluish stubble on his chin, his chest was half-exposed, and he grinned,
looking utterly frivolous.
Lu Jiajing, true to her name, remained unfazed by the accusation: "I am still a virgin."
The man persisted, loudly demanding, "How can you prove it with just your word, Palace Master Lu? Everyone knows you had a lover hundreds of
years ago ..."
Lin Xuanyan's face darkened. During
that was solely focused on his Dao and hadn't actually touched her.
These words were like boiling water splashed into a hot oil pan; the crowd erupted in curses and insults, their anger rising. In their minds,
even if Lu Jiajing was about to be publicly defiled, it was a desperate act, a matter of righteousness for the common people, and the title of
Palace Master was not to be easily tarnished.
Lu Jiajing looked at him and asked, "May I ask your honorable name?"
The man replied, "Wang Jiu of Cuiyun City."
Lu Jiajing said, "Young Master Wang, what do you think?"
Wang Jiu stroked his light blue stubble, rolled his dark eyes, and sneered, "
Seeing is believing . Why don't you let me examine myself, Palace Master Lu, and see that hymen that symbolizes virginity with my own eyes? Otherwise, it's hard to
convince anyone."
Before the crowd could start to rebuke and curse, Lu Jiajing hesitated only slightly before nodding and saying, "Since Young Master Wang
requests an examination, then I will allow you to examine myself."
These words caused an uproar throughout the hall. Examine himself in public? These words came from
the mouth of ? One of the most mysterious figures in the Xuanyuan Dynasty, why would she do such a thing today?
Or did she know that Wang Jiu would not dare to step forward despite the public's anger, and deliberately said this? But what if?
What if Wang Jiu really went to have his body examined? Could it be that Lu Jiajing is…? Lin Xuanyan frowned as well.
Many people couldn't control their weapons, and the clear sound of the golden pipa rang out from the arena from time to time.
Wang Jiu was also stunned when he heard this. He looked around and suddenly laughed loudly: "Since the beauty has invited me, then I
have no choice but to comply. Palace Master, please forgive me." After saying that, he leaped down from the platform, which was dozens of feet high, and
arrived in front of Lu Jiajing in an instant. He had only seen her from afar, but now that he saw her up close, Wang Jiu was even more stunned .
Her face was flawless, and even the best craftsman could not paint such a beautiful and delicate appearance. He
subconsciously swallowed.
Lu Jiajing said: "Young Master Wang has great courage."
At this time, the testing platform was already boiling over. There were angry curses, rebukes, and jeers, and countless people
had expressions. At this moment, many people even regretted why they didn't have the courage to ask that question themselves.
Yu Xiaotang unconsciously swallowed, "Palace Master Lu wouldn't really...no way, would he?"
Lu Xuanyan didn't answer her. He wanted to believe that Lu Jiajing was just joking, but vaguely, he
had a bad feeling.
Wang Jiu was actually very nervous himself. His voice was a little hoarse as he said, "I wonder how Palace Master
will prove it ."
Lu Jiajing smiled gently, her smile as serene as a breeze washing over water. She bent down slightly, her hand lightly lifting the hem
of her cyan skirt, reaching between her thighs. As her slender hands slipped inside, the skirt was lifted and pushed upwards, revealing
a of her fair, tender calf with faintly visible veins. Lu Jiajing
then slipped her hands inside the skirt, and after a moment, pulled down a pair of moon-white underpants, all the way to her heels. One could imagine that Lu Jiajing's private
parts were now completely naked! The once-pure virgin of Qingmu Palace now possessed a newfound allure.
Wang Jiu was also dumbfounded, while cheers and curses surged like a tidal wave. The male
cultivators were all panting heavily, and Lin Xuanyan was utterly bewildered. Many of the female cultivators who had initially been skeptical now cast
disdainful glances, thinking, "What kind of palace mistress is this? To behave so vulgarly in public! She's worse than a prostitute!"
Lu Jiajing grasped a corner of her cyan skirt and said to Wang Jiu, "Young Master Wang, didn't you want proof
? See for yourself. Seeing is believing." As she spoke, Lu Jiajing slightly parted her legs. This simple
action caused an even more heated commotion; the young disciples couldn't control themselves, their lower bodies instantly erect
.
Seeing that Lu Jiajing wasn't joking, Wang Jiu took a deep breath, walked behind her, and lifted
her cyan skirt, revealing her snow-white calves and thighs. But Wang Jiu stopped there, not lifting it any higher.
He bent down, half his body disappearing under Lu Jiajing's skirt, like a curtain being drawn in.
Lu Jiajing closed her eyes, her brows lowered, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
This scene was far too erotic. The cyan skirt concealed what lay beneath; Lu Jiajing's underpants were already
pulled down , and no one knew what Wang Jiu was doing to her naked lower body. They were filled with envy and jealousy,
wondering why it wasn't them who was in that situation.
Although the skirt concealed the scene, the trembling of it clearly revealed what was happening inside.
Wang Jiu's hunched body trembled slightly, his arms noticeably rising and rustling,
disturbing the blue skirt's movement, causing it to undulate gently. It resembled the soft, undulating back of a sea monster.
Although the onlookers couldn't see it, they all imagined the scene: Wang Jiu using his thumbs to part Lu Jiajing's
exquisite little opening, secretly probing inside with his index finger, exploring the untouched flower path, teasing and playing with it, gently rotating
and pressing.
"Ee..." A blush suddenly flashed across Lu Jiajing's face, and she let out a soft moan.
Lu Jiajing instinctively covered her lips, her eyelashes trembling. That weak moan was quickly dispersed by the wind, but it had already ignited
the desire in the person beneath her. The green skirt heaved violently, revealing what Wang Jiu had been doing inside to
elicit such a reaction from the aloof palace mistress.
Lu Jiajing instinctively twisted her thigh, as if Wang Jiu was wantonly violating her. Lu Jiajing
's body began to tremble slightly, a look of struggle flashing across her beautiful face. A soft moan lingered in her throat, hesitant
to escape. The crowd cursed inwardly; how dare Wang Jiu be so presumptuous, taking this opportunity to secretly toy with
Lu Jiajing 's body!
Normally a recluse, now displaying such behavior in front of tens of thousands of people, even Lu Jiajing, with her excellent self-control
, found it difficult to restrain herself. Her body trembled slightly, and the movements beneath her skirt seemed to
intensify , rising and falling erratically. Lu Jiajing's slightly parted legs instinctively bent and tightened inward, making
Wang Jiu's actions inside all too clear.
Lu Jiajing's eyes opened and closed intermittently, revealing a hint of allure, making her even more
captivating . Lu Jiajing's lips gradually turned a deep crimson, almost blood-red, her nostrils flared slightly, and a blush crept onto her usually composed
face .
It seemed her sensitive spots had been stimulated. Her bare, delicate toes curled and stretched,
as if proclaiming that their owner was in a state of extreme pleasure.
The gaze of tens of thousands of people amplified the humiliation to its extreme, transforming the humiliation into wave
after wave of stimulation, washing over Lu Jiajing's already fragile body and mind.
"Ah..." Lu Jiajing let out a deliberately suppressed moan, her voice still calm, but
clearly hoarse and strained: "Has Young Master Wang finished examining Jiajing's body?"
Wang Jiu's indistinct voice rang out: "The light is dim, it's hard to see clearly, Palace Master, please wait a little longer."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Jiajing's blue skirt heaved violently, and two rough hands grasped her delicate
, taut legs, spreading them even wider. The scene escalated into a sensual and lewd atmosphere. The swirling skirt billowed like
clouds scattered by a whirlwind. Lu Jiajing trembled violently. Though she stood frozen, the
curl revealed her ecstasy, indicating she had already reached
a climax. And in broad daylight, under the watchful eyes of everyone. What kind of good fortune had Wang Jiu accumulated over countless lifetimes?
And the Dao… Just imagining that scene, looking at that
alluring figure draped in green, made him dizzy with enchantment.
“Enough!” A furious voice rang out from the stage: “Wang Jiu, don’t push your luck any further. If you dare to
make another move, even if Palace Master Lu agrees, I, Xiao, will personally take your head.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Jiu lifted Lu Jiajing’s skirt and glanced at her. The speaker was none other than Xiao Wang, who was currently enjoying the most attention.
That lift revealed a glimpse of her skin, and all eyes were drawn to what lay beneath the skirt.
In everyone's mind, Lu Jiajing's virginity almost certainly belonged to Xiao Wang. It was rumored that Xiao Wang
also harbored feelings for the Ji family's daughter from the Yin-Yang Pavilion, one of the four beauties of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and the Yin-Yang Pavilion was preparing for their marriage.
To have two peerless beauties of the Xuanyuan Dynasty under his wing was an enviable stroke of luck.
Xiao Wang clearly considered Lu Jiajing his possession, and he wouldn't let others
take advantage of him , otherwise he would become a laughingstock.
Upon hearing this, given Xiao Wang's reputation, Wang Jiu dared not make any further moves. He reluctantly withdrew
, chuckling, and loudly proclaimed to the crowd, "Palace Master Lu is indeed a virgin. I misspoke earlier; I apologize
to Palace Master Lu."
Xiao Wang coldly stared at him, saying nothing. Wang Jiu knew he had incurred public wrath, but he was willing
to die for this, even if something happened later, he wouldn't regret it. He glanced at Lu Jiajing, whose chest heaved
, a faint blush on her pretty face. He gazed at Lu Jiajing
's alluring figure, framed by her light blue dress, from head to toe. Recalling the scene just moments before, he felt increasingly unable to control his desires. He wished he could...
This peerless beauty was pinned down on the spot, wantonly ravaging and toying with him in front of tens of thousands of people.
He took a deep breath, and to avoid trouble, he didn't return to the stands but left directly to avoid the limelight.
After he left, Lu Jiajing bent down and slowly pulled up her underpants, putting them back on. "
My sincerity is surely evident to all. For the next seven days of the Trial of the Dao, I will await
good news ." As she spoke, she subtly closed her legs, concealing her burgeoning spring. If
the distance weren't so great, people could even see the faint water stains on the ground.
After speaking, blue lotus flowers rose from beneath Lu Jiajing's feet. She turned and left, each step a lotus blossom, her
ethereal blue figure disappearing into the swirling mist of the Jietian Tower.
The sound of metal and stone rose from the arena, followed by a loud, resounding boom, like the grandest bells. Seventy-two dancers,
adorned in ethereal floral gowns, gracefully entered, filling the arena with a vibrant atmosphere of song and dance. It was as if the
lingering had still lingered. As the crowd gradually recovered from their shock, the music and dance ended, and the Trial of the Dao officially began
.
Atop the towering pavilion, a graceful woman in green robes slowly walked in, her silhouette against the light creating a breathtakingly beautiful silhouette.
Her face still bore a hint of rosy hue, as if lightly made up.
A slightly plump young man in a bright yellow robe sat on a wooden chair, looking at the renowned woman in
green , and chuckled dryly, "How was it?"
The woman in green replied calmly, "No problem."
The man said playfully, "I saw everything that happened just now."
The woman in green's expression changed slightly, and she said coldly, "So what?"
The man patted his somewhat bloated belly, "It made me so aroused, please, fairy, cool me down."
The woman in green's gaze was like lightning, almost murderous, but she still took a deep breath, and with bare feet, she
moved to his side. His zipper was undone at some point,
revealing a monstrous erection. The man's gaze fell on the hem of the girl's green skirt, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
The mysterious and powerful Qingmu Palace Master, who never left her residence and had read all three thousand Daoist scriptures, remained unfazed and gently
knelt .

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