Even gods make love.

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Long, long ago, a Taoist priest lived on Mount Zhongnan. He was devoted to studying immortal arts, hoping one day to ascend to the celestial realm.

Those who cultivate the Tao must abstain from the seven emotions and six desires. To reach the ultimate state of the Tao, one must forget emotions and abandon love, focusing solely on the Tao.

The Tao is nature; it exists in all things. Only by relinquishing the mortal self and seeking the natural laws of the Great Tao can one attain it. Therefore, this Taoist priest lived on Mount Zhongnan year-round, detached from worldly affairs.

His Taoist name was Nanshanzi, also known as the True Man of Nanshan. He lived a secluded life, indifferent to worldly matters, believing he had severed all ties with the mortal world. However, one day, he discovered a crying baby girl in the mountains. He had already severed all worldly ties, but how could he save or harm her? That was against the principles of Heaven.

Nanshanzi hesitated. He was determined to become an immortal; could he allow himself to be tainted by worldly dust? This baby girl's karmic ties were not yet severed; she was still a mortal being. To raise her to adulthood would surely involve familial affection.

Nanshanzi sat cross-legged on the ground, beginning his meditation. The baby continued to cry, troubling him.

He silently pondered two words—"Nature."

If it was nature, there must be a Heavenly Way to follow. Suddenly, a thought struck him: if this too originated from Heaven, and Heaven wanted him to save the baby, wouldn't refusing be defying Heaven's will and going against nature?

Therefore, he resolved that if the baby girl stopped crying, he would raise her.

A miraculous thing happened; whether she cried herself to exhaustion or something else, the crying ceased.

Then, it began to snow heavily. It was autumn, and winter was still months away, yet it snowed. This strange phenomenon certainly gave rise to contemplation. So, Nanshanzi picked up the baby girl and headed into the deep mountains.

Nanshanzi brought the baby girl back to his simple dwelling, but a problem arose: where would he find milk to feed the infant?

So he said to the baby, "I am neither an immortal nor a woman, and cannot breastfeed. If your life is not meant to end, then transform yourself. As long as the Dao continues, Heaven will surely have mercy on you." Having said this, he sat down on the bamboo mat to meditate and cultivate. He had already passed the stage of fasting; he needed neither food nor drink, focusing solely on cultivating the Dao. The baby girl fell into a sweet sleep again, no longer crying.

One day, two days, three days…

Nanshanzi slowly opened his eyes, feeling strange. Ordinary babies who don't eat or drink would cry, and even if they were dying, they should cry before they died. Why did this child not cry or shout? Was she a dead infant? Could she be dead?

Nanshanzi walked to the baby to see what was going on. And what did he see ?

The baby girl was smiling at him, waving her arms and legs, looking quite happy.

Nanshanzi was secretly amazed. This baby girl was no ordinary being! Could she be a gift from Heaven, to help him cultivate the Dao and become an immortal?

From that day forward, Nanshanzi changed his habits, playing with the baby girl every day. Gradually, he developed a close relationship with her, and his cultivation improved rapidly, deepening his understanding of the Dao.

Is the Dao both compassionate and indifferent? Watch as Nanshanzi picks up the baby girl. With deep affection and love, how can one attain the Dao and ascend to heaven?

Nanshanzi chanted to the heavens, naturally feeling triumphant, having grasped the Dao of love. He cherished the baby girl as his most precious treasure. When the baby girl began to babble, she uttered a single word—"sword."

Nanshanzi was deeply puzzled. How could the baby girl utter such a word? Could it have some profound meaning?

It was the dead of winter, and more than ten years had passed since he last met the baby girl.

"Master, Master!"

A lovely little beauty ran excitedly to Nanshanzi, holding a flower in her hand. Its petals were as pure as snow, entirely white, and emitted a faint fragrance.

Nanshanzi was cultivating when suddenly he felt a burning sensation in his chest, his blood surging. He heard the cries of a beautiful woman, which stirred up wicked thoughts in his mind. In his mind's eye, he saw a beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure posing seductively before him . He had never experienced anything like this before, so he was momentarily at a loss.

The alluring woman walked to his side, her delicate hands caressing his chest and landing on his masculine symbol. The illusion was so real that it made his heart flutter with desire.

In reality, the beautiful woman saw Nanshanzi meditating until he was sweating profusely. Thinking he was in a tense moment and not wanting to disturb him, she quietly sat down to the side.

Time passed, the sun set, and Nanshanzi still hadn't woken up—this was the first time this had happened.

The beautiful woman took a handkerchief and went to Nanshanzi's mat to wipe his sweat.

Suddenly, Nanshanzi opened his eyes, his eyes filled with lust. He grabbed the beautiful woman and forced her down onto the bamboo mat.

"Master! Master! What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" The little beauty, pinned beneath Nanshanzi, was unaware that he had gone mad with desire. All he could see was the graceful woman in his mind's eye.

"Ugh...ugh..." Nanshanzi gasped, his nose constantly inhaling the little beauty's fragrance, his lips incessantly kissing her. The little beauty, bewildered, asked innocently, "Master, what's going on?" "Master...father...master...father...that voice..." Nanshanzi began to wonder, but his lust was beyond his control. The graceful beauty and the innocent little beauty merged into one, slowly becoming the little beauty before him.

Nanshanzi stripped off his clothes, then roughly removed the little beauty's clothes as well, revealing her fair, tender body.

Outside, snow fell heavily, the mournful wind howling through the long night. Inside, terrifying sounds emanated, like heart-wrenching screams.

Nanshanzi violated the young beauty like a beast, his thick, ugly penis throbbing between her legs and over her private parts.

The young beauty didn't know she was being violated; she only knew she was in great pain, yet she silently endured it, because Nanshanzi seemed to be enjoying himself as he did so. Although his face was almost crazed, the cries of pleasure emanating from his mouth were palpable. With

a final roar, Nanshanzi ejaculated his white fluid onto the young beauty's vulva and between her legs. The nineteen-year-old young beauty didn't know what it was. When Nanshanzi lay asleep beside her, she curiously touched the white fluid. It felt slippery and sticky; she tasted it, finding it slightly fishy and salty. After examining it for a while, she wiped it away. In

the cold night, the young beauty put her clothes back on but didn't feel warm. As usual, she embraced Nanshanzi's strong body and fell asleep.

The next day, Nanshanzi awoke to find himself completely naked, his adopted daughter and disciple sleeping beside him. Recalling the previous night, he vaguely remembered experiencing a qi deviation, then hallucinations, and then… Looking at the petite girl beside him, Nanshanzi felt remorse and pondered why such a thing had happened. He had never experienced demonic possession during his cultivation before; why had he been affected yesterday?

He put his clothes back on and went outside to clear his mind. The snow had stopped, but his emotions remained unsettled. He had been so depraved as to rape his adopted daughter and disciple—it was utterly heinous. Had his thousand years of cultivation been lost in a single day?

As Nanshanzi strolled, a pigeon flew down from the sky—a carrier pigeon.

He beckoned with his right hand, and the pigeon landed in his hand. He took a letter from a small bamboo tube attached to the pigeon's leg, opened it, and read a few lines of writing.

"Disaster is imminent, do not lose your composure. Master is coming quickly, be careful of what's around you." Nanshanzi softly read the words on the paper, feeling both alert and excited, for his master was coming. It had been many years; he wondered how his master was doing, how his health. How many

years had it been? It seemed to be more than ten. Nanshanzi was filled with emotion. From the time he was accepted as a disciple until he left to establish himself, his master had always thought of him. Although his master hadn't shown much sadness before his departure, a thousand words were unspoken. Nanshanzi's master was the kind of person who was outwardly strong but inwardly gentle, not easily expressing his true feelings. As the saying goes, a strict teacher produces outstanding students. Nanshanzi became a disciple of his master at the age of seven, and he had only two disciples: himself and a boy two years older than him.

At twenty, he achieved enlightenment, became a master, and established himself. Nanshanzi knew he had good talent and had made progress in his cultivation, but he was never arrogant. He continued to cultivate diligently, hoping to surpass his master, ascend to the immortal realm, and enjoy ten thousand years of longevity.

Now he was forty-nine years old. Aside from being much more mature, he hadn't changed much; he was still as dashing and handsome as ever, his long hair tied up, his clothes neat, a blue robe draped over him, dressed like a Taoist priest.

Nanshanzi watched the carrier pigeon fly away, his heart filled with countless emotions. He never imagined he would become someone else's master, and even towards his disciple… Nanshanzi shook his head, clearing his muddled thoughts, a hint of clarity appearing between his brows, a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance. He vowed from the bottom of his heart that

such a thing must never happen again. He walked to an open space, sat down, and began to meditate and practice breathing exercises. Meanwhile, in Jianju, the little beauty slowly awoke, opening her bright eyes. Not seeing her master beside her, she felt incredibly empty and lonely. For some reason, since the events of the previous night, her young heart had undergone a complete transformation. Nanshanzi's position in her heart could no longer be described as merely that of a master and disciple. A tender emotion stirred within her, slowly absorbing nourishment and growing within her. Even if last night's events hadn't occurred, Nanshanzi already held a profound place in her heart, like a father and mother, a blood relative. The young beauty smiled sweetly, her heart filled with joy, feeling that her relationship with her master had taken another significant step forward. If she could endure last night's ordeal, what could possibly be more unbearable? She walked to the table, looking at the flowers she had picked yesterday. They sat in a vase, emitting a delicate, refreshing fragrance. She decided to pick more and happily went out. The sun set, casting its last rays on the roof of the simple dwelling, reflecting the house's image. Nanshanzi returned from outside. Upon entering the house, he felt a burning sensation within him, the same feeling he had before his demonic possession yesterday. Passing through the bamboo screen and entering the room, he saw the young beauty admiring a vase of flowers. Nanshanzi remembered his master's words—be careful of what's around you. So he shot a beam of red light at one of the flowers. "Pfft!" "Awoo~" The flower immediately withered and let out a miserable cry. "Master?" The little beauty was confused and exclaimed in alarm. "Flower demon! Xuejian, be careful!" Then, a purple mist emanated from the flower in the vase. Xuejian immediately dodged, while Nanshanzi quickly shot out several sparks, burning the flower to ashes. The name Xuejian was given to the little beauty by Nanshanzi because he met her in the snow, and because the first word she uttered when she learned to speak was "sword," which he considered too violent, so he changed it to "Jian" (见), taking advantage of its homonym. After Nanshanzi destroyed the flower demon, he cast a spell to dispel the purple mist, and only then did he feel at ease. He then turned to look at Xuejian hiding behind the wooden cabinet. "Xuejian, where did you pick these flowers?" Xuejian replied with lingering fear, "The back mountain." "The back mountain?" Nanshanzi was very curious. Zhongnan Mountain was a sacred land of immortals, and he had only settled here after much research. This place was shrouded in immortal energy, a place of outstanding people and spirits. How could there be traces of flower demons here? What a strange thing. Nanshanzi immediately turned and left Jianju, with Xuejian following closely behind. When they arrived at the back mountain, they could see scattered demonic flowers along the way. Nanshanzi cleared them away one by one. As night fell, he traveled several more miles and discovered that there was a powerful demonic energy in this place. The demonic energy was devouring the immortal energy, creating a situation where demons roamed freely. "How could this be?" "Master... Master, I feel so dizzy." Nanshanzi immediately pressed Xuejian's acupoints a few times and channeled some true energy into her, which made her feel better. Then, Nanshanzi said cautiously, "The demonic energy is strong at night, let's come again in the morning." "Okay." Before leaving, Xuejian seemed to hear a sweet female voice calling her, saying, "Little one... I will definitely get you..." The next day, at daybreak, Nanshanzi took a dusty ancient sword and prepared to go to the back mountain to slay demons. Before leaving, he glanced at Xuejian and saw that she was still asleep, so he didn't wake her. This trip was to fight the flower demon, which was extremely dangerous, and it was not advisable to take Xuejian with him. The sun rose, the earth warmed up, and the cold wind was biting, but it did not snow. After Nanshanzi left, Xuejian woke up. She did not see Nanshanzi beside her and knew that he had already set off to slay demons. Xuejian had never seen demons or monsters before, and was filled with curiosity. She wondered if slaying demons would be exciting, and she was also curious about her master's cultivation level. So she went to the back mountain to find her master. With a mix of surprise and excitement, Xuejian slowly made her way up the mountain. Because of her slow pace, two hours had passed by the time she arrived at the place she had visited the night before. Ahead, she saw a surge of demonic energy, incredibly strong even in broad daylight. Xuejian swallowed hard, feeling both curious and afraid. Without her master by her side, she felt uneasy. As she walked deeper into the back mountain, she saw charred flowers along the way, and the demonic energy grew increasingly intense. She began to feel dizzy and disoriented, walking forward in a daze. A voice seemed to say in her mind, "Come, I'm right there." The deeper she went, the more she heard the sounds of fighting ahead—commands and shouts, the clanging of swords. Finally, Xuejian arrived at the flower demon's lair and saw Nanshanzi fighting a monster whose lower body was a flower and whose upper body was that of a beautiful, sexy woman. Despite his fierce battle, Nanshanzi was finding himself at a disadvantage. The flower demon relentlessly attacked him with its flower vines, each as thick as an adult's arm. No matter how many were cut down, countless more vines would spring up to replace them. Furthermore, the surrounding demonic flowers greatly amplified the flower demon's power, while simultaneously creating illusions. Nanshanzi had to constantly circulate his internal energy to resist the illusions while also attacking—no, to neutralize—the flower demon's onslaught, leaving him utterly exhausted. Seeing Xuejian appear there, Nanshanzi snapped out of his daze and shouted, "Xuejian! Run!" But Xuejian, still groggy, gradually approached the flower demon. "Hehehehe~~~ My lovely little one." The flower demon's laughter was seductive, her eyes filled with boundless lust. Then, she said with a wicked grin, "Hey, you stinky Taoist priest, you're not getting away now that you're here." "Flower demon, I am but a foolish Taoist priest. Slaying demons and monsters is my duty. Today, I am no match for you. I have nothing to say if I die. But please, spare my disciple." "Oh, hehehehe, you stinky Taoist priest, you seem to care about your disciple. Today, I'll be merciful and spare your disciple." Nanshanzi relaxed for a moment, but before he knew it, he had fallen into the flower demon's trap. She had captured him, his limbs were bound by flower vines, and his sword fell to the ground. Nanshanzi was bound in a "T" shape. The flower demon chuckled lewdly, tore his clothes, and exposed his muscular body naked. Nanshanzi was shocked and said, "Flower demon, what do you want? Kill me if you want, but don't even think about humiliating me!" "Hehehahaha, humiliate you? I want you to experience the love between a man and a woman." The flower demon moved closer to Xuejian, bent down, and kissed her. Xuejian's eyes were glazed over, as if she were under a spell. The kiss lasted a long time before their lips parted. Xuejian turned to Nanshanzi and walked towards him step by step, slowly taking off her clothes, one piece of clothing with each step. Xuejian's lovely face was flushed, her eyes were glazed over, and she had a delicate and beautiful look. Her features, as exquisite as a porcelain doll, radiated youthful vitality. Her fair skin was like solidified cream, and her undeveloped breasts were slightly raised, with cherry-like nipples standing erect on her chest. She was a tempting, unripe fruit, delicious and tempting. "Xuejian! Wake up!" The flower demon said with a wicked smile, "It's no use. Today I'm going to use your male member to awaken the sleeping treasure!" Xuejian had already walked to Nanshanzi's side. The two looked at each other for a long time. Nanshanzi recalled what happened that night. Suddenly, his inner demons struck him, and he actually had wicked thoughts about the young disciple in front of him.

Xuejian lay on top of Nanshanzi, her hands gently caressing his strong, broad chest, her eyes hazy yet alluring. She swept her face across his chest, kissing and licking, finally moving her lips to his left breast, teasing the pale pink nipple with her tongue.

Nanshanzi was a virgin, never having tasted a woman's touch. Under this flirtation, his heart surged, his chest heaved, and his breathing became heavy.

"Xuejian, wake up! Don't...do this...uh..." Although he verbally told Xuejian not to tease him, his body obeyed. He felt as if he were on fire, and the combination of his wicked thoughts and Xuejian's actions was enough to make him lose himself.

Beside her, the flower fairy giggled, saying, "Hehehe~~~ What a pair of wicked teachers and lecherous disciples! Are all humans so easily defeated? Heh, Xuejian… such a beautiful name! Let me unravel this mystery before you die." As the flower fairy was about to say something, Xuejian slowly moved down, kneeling between Nanshanzi's legs, gently stroking his erect member with both hands. "

Mmm… Xuejian… no… your master… can't… hold on… anymore… oh mmm…" Nanshanzi had no intention of listening to the flower fairy's words. He was currently using his profound power to try to suppress the demonic influence she was exerting.

The flower fairy spoke to herself, saying, "It is said that there are many treasures in the celestial realm, each one priceless. It is difficult for mortals to obtain even one or two pieces. Unless one ascends to the celestial realm, obtaining these treasures is simply wishful thinking..." However, for some unknown reason, every few thousand years, the treasures of the celestial realm pass through the barrier and descend to the mortal realm. Since the beginning of heaven and earth, countless treasures of the celestial realm have descended to the mortal realm. When these treasures descend to the mortal realm, they always bring bloodshed. Whether human or demon, everyone wants to seize these treasures. However, these treasures protect themselves and transform into various things, appearing to outsiders as ordinary objects.

The flower demon was incredibly excited as she spoke. At that moment, Xuejian had already taken Nanshanzi's manhood into her mouth. The organ was so large it filled her mouth, but she tirelessly worked with it, her head moving rhythmically up and down, her mouth rubbing against the organ, making "tsk tsk" sounds. Simultaneously, Xuejian used her tongue to swirl around the tip of the organ, meticulously attending to every nook and cranny. Nanshanzi

had already exerted almost all his strength, but he could only hold out until tomorrow morning. His battle with the flower demon had already drained much of his spiritual energy, and even now, though he was only suppressing his demonic possession, the depletion was immense. After tonight, Nanshanzi would completely fall into the flower demon's trap.

The flower demon continued, "I've waited ten thousand years for this opportunity. I've been calculating the time and location of the next celestial treasure's descent. Finally, heaven rewards the diligent demon, and I've noticed some clues. I've been waiting, waiting for her arrival!" The flower demon flicked her right hand, releasing a powerful demonic aura.

Demonic energy enveloped Xuejian, settling on her and being absorbed into her body. At this moment, Xuejian's gentle, slow service to Nanshanzi transformed into intense, rapid movements. Simultaneously, Xuejian used her left hand to caress her private parts, causing her juices to flow freely, her excitement palpable.

"Ah... Xuejian... Xuejian isn't... human?" Nanshanzi finally asked curiously.

"That's right! She's a treasure of the celestial realm, a treasure indeed!"

Nanshanzi was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. He couldn't believe that the beautiful girl he'd spent over a decade with wasn't human?

Recalling their childhood, Xuejian didn't need milk, food, or even the toilet, and she didn't bleed... all these unbelievable things—why hadn't he thought of them?

"Xuejian... isn't... human... Xuejian isn't human!! Hahahahahahahahaha~~~" Nanshanzi suddenly burst into loud laughter, seemingly insane.

Over a decade of companionship, and this was the result of such a cruel joke? What is the Way of Love? What is the Way?

"Cough!" Nanshanzi's blood was stagnant, his chest ached, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He slumped down, his previously clear-headed Daoist energy weakening further. He

probably wouldn't last the night.

Nanshanzi thought to himself, still finding it hard to believe that the vibrant Xuejian he saw wasn't human.

As night fell, Nanshanzi persisted for several hours, almost reaching his limit. He held back his ejaculation, suppressing it, and continued like this for a long time.

The flower demon muttered to herself, "No, not yet. He needs to lose control of himself before the unsealing technique can be used." Xuejian continued to serve Nanshanzi's genitals with both hands and mouth, seemingly tireless, only wanting to drink his essence.

Several more hours passed, and it was late at night. Nanshanzi could no longer hold on. His will relaxed, and demonic influence immediately invaded his consciousness, and he once again succumbed to illusory lust.

The flower demon cried out, "Hey! Finally couldn't hold on any longer? Good! Now's the time." The flower demon approached the two, placing a strange talisman on Xuejian's forehead, then said, "Get up, have intercourse with him." Xuejian stood up, straddling Nanshanzi, aligning her opening with his genitals, rubbing it a few times before slowly sliding inside.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm! I...this...feeling..." Xuejian let out soft moans of pleasure, as if something was awakening within her.

"Ten Thousand Demon Spirit-Breaking Array! Activate!" The flower demon formed several hand seals, unleashing a beam of red light towards Nanshanzi, then releasing the flower vines binding him.

At this moment, beneath Nanshanzi and Xuejian, a gigantic array of gold and red variegated patterns appeared, filled with strange runes, like soul-devouring entities.

The two within the array felt an unparalleled pleasure, everything in the world seemingly merging into one, then slowly transforming into a fresh, fragrant scent. Finally, both experienced a hallucination, finding themselves in a world of vibrant flowers, a sea of blossoms!

Xuejian began to move her hips, swaying up and down, back and forth. Both were immersed in a world of lust, oblivious to their surroundings.

"Mmm...ah...so comfortable...light as a feather..." Xuejian seemed half-awake, her expression alluring, her eyes hazy.

Nanshanzi, on the other hand, was like a madman, roaring and thrusting his hips incessantly. Their rhythms were perfectly synchronized, their pleasure unparalleled.

In reality, seven days and seven nights passed. The flower demon watched as the two changed positions repeatedly. Nanshanzi and Xuejian reached climax again and again. All of his essence was absorbed into Xuejian's body, making the mark on her forehead shine brighter and gradually making her whole body translucent.

The flower demon grew increasingly excited. She longed to see the true appearance of the celestial treasure. What was it? A mirror? A bell? Or a drum?

Under the influence of the great formation, the two made love frantically day and night, showing no signs of fatigue, like iron men.

On the ninth day, an old man with white hair arrived at Zhongnan Mountain. He carried a huge iron sword on his back, yet his steps were as light as a swallow. If one observed closely, one would be astonished to see that his feet barely touched the ground; he seemed to float!

This old man took a step each, his figure appearing and disappearing intermittently, covering several miles in the blink of an eye.

When he reached the depths of the back mountain, he saw the soaring demonic light and immediately shouted, "Disperse!" The power of the Great Dao, also the power of nature, and the high level of his Dao cultivation, actually dispersed the soaring demonic light.

In the Flower Demon's lair, the Flower Demon was just a hair's breadth away from unsealing Xuejian and reappearing the immortal treasure.

However, the sudden shout actually dispersed the great formation, causing the Flower Demon to fail at the last moment. The Flower Demon was furious and, regardless of who the newcomer was, rushed out like a madman.

However, after she left her lair, the old man suddenly reappeared in the flower demon's lair. He walked up to Nanshanzi and Xuejian, shook his head, and sighed, "It's fate, it's destiny." The old man channeled his true energy into Nanshanzi, then carried him on his back and took Xuejian away.

The flower demon's escape attempt failed, and upon returning to her lair, she found everyone gone. She roared to the heavens, "Damn it! Give me back my celestial treasure!" Her millennia-long plan had come to naught.

A few days later, Nanshanzi awoke to find himself on his bed in his simple dwelling. Weak, he struggled to sit up and then realized Xuejian was there.

"Xue... Xuejian..."

"Are you alright?"

Nanshanzi was overjoyed, mistaking Xuejian's response for his own. He secretly rejoiced, "Xuejian, you..." Before he could finish, an old man slowly approached.

When the man entered the room, Nanshanzi was first disappointed, then surprised, and said, "Master! Cough! Uh!" "Don't use your true energy. Your master came to save you, but it's a little late." "It's alright, disciple is fine." "It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright."

The two remained silent for a long time, and Nanshanzi finally couldn't help but ask, "Where is Xuejian? The one who is the celestial treasure?" "Outside." "Oh, she's alright too." "

I can't say she's alright, it's a big deal."

Nanshanzi was shocked and asked urgently, "What happened to Xuejian?" The old man stroked his long beard and said calmly, "Her celestial energy has dissipated, she's half-dead." Nanshanzi froze completely. What a fine phrase, "half-dead"!

"Damn it! Flower demon—I'll kill you!"

"The flower demon is dead."

Nanshanzi was momentarily stunned, then relieved. A cultivator slays demons and eliminates evil; when encountering a powerful demon, there's no reason not to kill. Nanshanzi's master certainly wouldn't let the flower demon go. This made Nanshanzi feel guilty and helpless; his skills were still lacking.

So, Nanshanzi curiously asked his master, "How did you kill her?" Nanshanzi naturally guessed there must have been a fierce battle, but unexpectedly, the old man only uttered two words—"One sword."

"One sword? Master, you dealt with that flower demon with just one sword?"

"Yes."

This was too unreliable, but Nanshanzi was immediately happy. He said, "Congratulations, Master, your cultivation has leaped to another level." The old man neither smiled nor answered, but nodded slightly, remaining silent for a long time. Nanshanzi anxiously asked, "Master's skills are extraordinary; I wonder if you can revive Xuejian?" "Revive? It's not a life; how can I revive it?" "Master means…"

"Foolish disciple, that child isn't human at all. She has no body, no meridians, no soul. How can you save her?" "But, disciple, I clearly lived with her for so long..." Nanshanzi remembered what he had done when he was possessed by a demon and immediately dared not speak, instead saying, "I lived with her for so long." "Ah, foolish disciple, why are you so concerned about this child? Have you fallen in love with worldly desires?" Nanshanzi was speechless for a moment. Indeed, when he left his master, his master had repeatedly instructed him not to fall in love with worldly desires and to focus solely on the Dao. But after meeting Xuejian, he discovered the path of love. They had been together for seven years and had even consummated their marriage. Could he really sever their relationship like that?

No!

"Master..." Nanshanzi wanted to plead with his master again.

"Impossible."

"Master," Nanshanzi said, relentlessly.

"Give up."

"Master, as long as Xuejian lives, I will dedicate myself to the Dao and never be tainted by love again." "Good. After I save her, you must follow me in cultivation for a hundred years." "A hundred years!" Nanshanzi was shocked.

"If you can't do that, I won't save her."

"It's done! I'll do as Master says." Nanshanzi made up his mind.

A month later...

Xuejian was adopted by a family and lived a comfortable and happy life. Nanshanzi watched from afar, feeling a warmth in his heart.

Although Xuejian was saved, she lost her memory. She no longer remembered Nanshanzi. Nanshanzi's master entrusted her to an old friend to raise Xuejian. However, he did not tell his friend that Xuejian was not human. He only instructed the friend that once Xuejian turned twenty, he could let go of her and did not need to find her a husband, because Xuejian could not have children. It was best to leave the matter at that.

And so, Xuejian lived happily for twenty years. After twenty years, she would never grow old, never die, and live forever. She would slowly come to understand that she was not human, and live out her life alone.

A hundred years later, Nanshanzi left his sect again. His strength had leaped forward, and he now had one foot in the immortal realm, living for a thousand years was no problem.

One day, while traveling through mountains and rivers, he encountered a beautiful woman. Her long hair flowed lightly down to her waist, her eyebrows were arched like willow leaves hanging diagonally across her forehead, her eyes were like autumn water, bright and lively, her features were beautiful, yet she had an unapproachable air, cold and emotionless, despite possessing a beautiful figure—curvaceous, with a large bust and a proud physique.

Nanshanzi had long since abandoned worldly desires, but upon seeing this woman, he couldn't help but think of his old friend—Xuejian.

So, Nan Shanzi walked over and boldly asked her, "My name is Chu Yun. May I ask your name, young lady?" She glanced coldly at Chu Yun, and in that instant, their eyes met, sparks flying. The young girl's heart skipped a beat, and a rare shyness appeared on her face as she softly replied, "Xuejian." "I am a cultivator, detached from worldly affairs, yet I still find you beautiful and charming. Would you be willing to journey with me to the Immortal Realm?" Xuejian's face lit up with joy upon hearing this. Remembering her non-human origins, she longed to return to the Immortal Realm. Now, this man was inviting her to journey with him? How delightful!

"I am willing."

The two walked together, chatting and laughing. The coldness in Xuejian's heart gradually faded, and she began to try accepting others again, especially men.

[The End]

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