The Empress (01~03)

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Firstly

, in the Spirit Realm, there exists a legendary, unparalleled cultivation technique called the "Yin-Yang Ultimate Book." This
technique requires a pure Yin or pure Yang constitution to cultivate, and the practitioner must achieve a harmonious balance of Yin and Yang
to attain either extreme Yin or extreme Yang. These two constitutions are unique in the world; if one constitution appears,
the other will inevitably appear alongside it. They are inherently mutually reinforcing and
mutually attracted.

The cultivation realms are divided as follows: **Body Entry Realm (Spiritual energy enters the body, nurturing the physical form), further divided into
five stages: Body Tempering, Bone Refining, Meridian Cleansing, Marrow Transformation, and Spiritual Connection .

** **Spirit Foundation Building Realm (Building a Spiritual Foundation), divided into nine spiritual energy levels. **

Spirit Cultivation Realm (Cultivating Spiritual Energy), divided into nine cultivation levels. **

**Sea Spirit Realm (Spiritual Foundation transforms into a Spiritual Sea), divided into three stages: Minor Success, Major Success, and Perfection.** **Spirit Transformation

Realm (Spiritual energy can be infinitely varied), divided into three stages: Minor Success, Major Success, and Perfection.**

The Spirit Breaking Realm (breaking through the shackles of spiritual energy) is divided into three stages: Minor Success, Major Success, and Perfection

. The Life and Death Realm (breaking through life and death) is divided into two phases: Life and Death. The Reincarnation Realm

(enlightenment through reincarnation) is divided into three transformations: Human, Spirit, and Heaven.

The Dominator Realm (dominator of all paths) and the Eternal Realm (immortality, eternity of heaven and earth) are also mentioned. Chapter 0: On a luxurious and spacious
bed,

a voluptuous, snow-white, naked woman, exuding the allure of a beautiful woman, lay supine .

Her plump, round buttocks occasionally arched upwards, constantly accommodating the boy's vigorous
thrusts . Her uniquely charming, wanton moans continuously stimulated the boy's desire.

The boy's bloodshot eyes stared at the woman's jade-like body, glistening with sweat. The faint scent of sweat and
flesh stimulated him, and he couldn't help but reach out and grasp her full, bouncing breasts,
simultaneously bending down and biting one of her nipples, licking it with his tongue.

A pair of long, slender, flawless, snow-white legs parted to the left and right, forming a stark contrast with two shorter, hairy male legs that were
pressed Delicate toes were tightly intertwined
. At the point of their union, the woman's hairy genitals made a series of pleasant "gurgling"
sounds as the boy's large penis thrust into them. A milky white mixture dripped down her smooth inner thighs, soaking a
large patch .

The night was sometimes long, sometimes short. After an unknown amount of time, a red line pierced the dark
sky, slowly rising. The two fleshy creatures on the bed remained tightly joined, swaying slowly and deliberately,
occasionally emitting slapping sounds and soft moans… Chapter One: Ice Spirit Empress. The vast and boundless Youyou Continent was
rich in resources. People multiplied and thrived on this land for generations, their population increasing daily, their races multiplying, and they lived increasingly
prosperous happy lives.

The Spirit Empire is the most powerful force in the Spirit Realm. Although countless
races , living independently and without interference in normal times, in times of emergency, the Spirit Empire has the power to command
the entire world.

With a single order, no one dares disobey; it holds absolute power and authority.

Holy Spirit City is more like a state than a city, as it is the size of an entire state. Only the capital of the Spirit Empire can boast
such a scale

. Known as the Holy Capital, it is vast, prosperous, and bustling. As far as the eye can see
, densely packed buildings and a few towering forests are enclosed by massive walls, seemingly endless. Its prosperity is
unmatched by any other capital city.

Over countless millennia, the capital has expanded time and again, and its massive walls have been built and rebuilt repeatedly.

Only the Imperial Spirit Palace at the heart of the imperial city remained, towering high above the clouds. Layer upon layer, the highest
level floating magnificently in a sea of clouds, its golden pillars and dragon-like structures stretching for eight hundred miles, like a celestial palace in the heavens. Ordinary people
could only stand on the ground and look up, never able to approach it in their entire lives.

Inside the Imperial Spirit Palace, dozens of court officials stood in rows.

At the head of the main hall sat the most respected and revered ruler of the empire, the beautiful and majestic Empress.
She radiated a dazzling, captivating regal aura, her beautiful, mesmerizing eyes gleaming with
an aura of authority that commanded respect.

The Empress possessed unparalleled beauty, yet retained the supreme dignity befitting a ruler. Time had
left no trace on her face; it was as if the power of time could not touch her.

Her snow-white skin was like jade, her eyes bright, her lips glistening. Even her fingers were exquisitely crafted, like
jade . She looked like a beautiful fairy in her twenties, yet exuded
the alluring charm of a mature woman.

Beneath the crown, a symbol of royal majesty, her long, thick, jet-black hair was styled
in further enhancing her noble bearing. Her magnificent imperial robes, adorned with countless pearls and gemstones,
shone with a dazzling light that almost blinded the officials below, who dared not look directly at this noble and
majestic empress.

For over a decade, she had ruled the Imperial Spirit Empire, and the beautiful and powerful empress was an idol in the hearts of most.
Upon ascending the throne, she immediately commanded the world in conquests, eliminating dissidents and restoring order to the land. The nation prospered,
and lives improved. Over her years of rule, the empress's beautiful and majestic image
became deeply ingrained in the hearts of the people, gradually replacing her as a goddess in their eyes, inspiring unwavering loyalty.

The two men at the head of the group were the Prime Minister and the Minister of War.

As they spoke, the Minister of War stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said,

"Your Majesty, the Kingdom of Fan recently sent a war report stating that since its neighbor, the Kingdom of Liang, launched its attack,
they have been conquering cities and seizing territories, heading straight for the capital of Fan. It seems that Fan's current forces are no match for Liang's million-strong army, and soon the capital of Fan will become Liang
's territory."

He then glanced at the majestic and beautiful figure on the golden throne, quickly averting his gaze, not daring to look away for fear of disrespecting
her dignity and continued to wait for the Empress's reply with his hands clasped.

The Empress, on her throne, remained composed, her face slightly tilted
. Seemingly thirsty, she looked at the tea table, reached out her slender hand to pick up a jade cup, lifted the lid, and gently blew on the rim to release the fragrance. Her beautiful face was serene and aloof.

After taking a sip of the fragrant tea, she raised her pretty face, her jade hand still holding the cup,

and looked at the Prime Minister, who was not far from the Minister of War, and said softly, "Minister Meng, why..."
"What do you think?" Upon hearing the Empress call upon his prime minister, Meng Cong hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, saying,

"Your Majesty,
this humble subject believes that neither Fan nor Liang are but tiny, insignificant kingdoms to Your Majesty. Your Majesty's divine power is unparalleled, your rule is unmatched, and your might extends to all corners of the world. How could such a trivial matter dare to disturb Your Majesty
?"

He didn't forget to flatter the Empress as soon as he spoke, then changed the subject, saying, "However, it seems that the world has been
at peace This humble subject has heard that some petty villains have been quite rampant lately, showing no respect for Your Majesty
. Why doesn't Your Majesty take this opportunity to give them a warning?

" The Emperor raised her jade cup and took a few more sips. Her red lips were moist and alluring, and her beauty was breathtaking. She completely ignored Meng Cong's
previous flattery and slowly said, "What Minister Meng said is very true. I have also heard about this recently, and it is time to give them a good talking-to
!" Then, she looked at the Minister of War and said, "Minister Li, I will entrust this matter to you. But do not think that because Fan and
Liang are small countries, you can shirk your duties and fool me. If you do, I will hold you accountable." As she

spoke, an invisible, supreme pressure enveloped the entire hall.

The civil and military officials below were terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. They immediately knelt down and prostrated themselves, not daring to move.

Minister of War Li Cai also knelt down immediately, his back covered in cold sweat. He knelt on the ground, clasped his hands, adjusted his
breathing said righteously, "Your Majesty, I dare not. I will do my best to give Your Majesty a satisfactory answer."

After speaking, he bent over, placed his hands on the ground, and lowered his head.

"Very well!" Her beautiful, aloof face betrayed nothing.

Looking at the kneeling officials, she gently waved her arm and said, "My dear ministers, rise
. If there's nothing else to report, I'm tired."

She stood up, her exquisite beauty shimmering in her noble imperial robes, like the morning glow reflecting on snow—
dazzlingly beautiful. A subtle fragrance wafted from her.

The officials below quickly rose to bow and see her off. The Empress lightly raised her delicate hand and

said indifferently, "No need!" Without looking back, she walked out of the hall. The palace maids
quickly disappearing outside the gate.

Only a group of officials and a faint fragrance remained, lingering in the air of the hall for a long time…
Yuanqin Palace—the Empress's bedroom.

Calling it a palace was an understatement; it was more like an unremarkable little pavilion, utterly out of place compared to the surrounding exquisitely carved and solemn
palaces.

However, no one would underestimate its existence because of this. This was the current Empress's palace, an absolute forbidden zone.
No one dared to set foot there easily; only a few with permission were allowed to enter.

It was a full moon night, a huge round moon hanging high in the sky above Yuanqin Palace, its bright,
jade-like light shining into the pavilion.

The pink gauze curtains inside the palace swayed gently, and a fragrance filled the air. Shanggong Qingcheng stretched out her slender hand and pushed open the window.
Her captivatingly beautiful eyes gazed at the bright moon outside. A gentle breeze blew in, stirring her long, flowing hair. A few
stray strands brushed against her fair cheeks, creating a scene of breathtaking beauty.

At this moment, Shanggong Qingcheng, dressed in white, was like a fairy, her peerless beauty still serene and
aloof. Bathed in the bright moonlight, this peerless beauty, alone under the moon, was utterly pitiful. Who could tell that this petite and delicate beauty was
a peerless Empress? A maidservant, her figure graceful and her beauty captivating, had appeared
behind , though she paled in comparison to the Empress herself.

Shanggong Qingcheng, usually calm and composed, seemed to recognize the newcomer. A complex emotion
flickered in as she stared blankly into the darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally withdrew her gaze.

"How was it?" the Empress's voice, like a celestial melody, resonated in the ears of Nangong Yuxuan, who stood silently nearby.

Nangong Yuxuan, knowing the importance of this matter to the Empress, quickly came to her side, bowed slightly, and whispered,
"The previous times I sent people there, none returned alive; they were presumably killed as supernatural beings.

So this time, I went myself, but I was still detected..." After listening, Shanggong Qingcheng closed her beautiful eyes, which held
a complex expression, and looked up at the bright moon in the night. Certain images flashed through her mind. The

bright moonlight shone on the beauty's fair face, giving her already stunning appearance an ethereal quality, like
a fairy untouched by worldly affairs.

A gentle breeze blew, ruffling her hair again, but it couldn't smooth her slightly furrowed brows
...

Chapter Two The

Eight Spirits Sect, located in the southern part of the Spirit Realm, is built against a mountain, covering an area of over ten thousand li, almost occupying
the entire mountain range. It is one of the most powerful sects in the entire Spirit Realm. Apart from the most powerful Spirit Empire
, if the Eight Spirits Sect dares to claim third place, no other sect dares to claim second.

The sect boasts tens of thousands of disciples, with countless geniuses. Many disciples who leave the sect
become pillars of the empire, or establish their own sects and become powerful figures in their own right. Master.

Deep within a bamboo forest, in a place rich in spiritual energy within the Eight Spirits Sect, lies a bamboo house.
Surrounding the house are lush, straight, and towering bamboo groves reaching towards the sky.

This bamboo forest is called the Emerald Spirit Abode, the residence of the Eight Spirits Sect Master, Brahma, and his wife. It is also
a forbidden area within the sect, a place of absolute certainty. If a weak person accidentally enters, they will
lose their way and never escape until death. Only powerful
figures , would choose such a deadly place as their residence.

Inside the bamboo house of the Emerald Spirit Abode, warm sunlight streams through the bamboo
windows A white dress lies on the floor, and nearby are women's undergarments and
a pile of men's clothing folded beside the bamboo bed.

A silken sheet covers the small bamboo bed, and on the sheet lies a
beautiful, naked woman with snow-white skin. Above them lay a tall, muscular, bronze-skinned, naked male body. These two
naked were none other than Brahma, the sect leader of the Eight Spirits Sect, and his wife, Ningrong.

Their limbs were intertwined; Brahma, straddling his wife, thrust his powerful body, while Ningrong, beneath him
, clung tightly to his back with her slender, delicate hands, her long, snow-white legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
Her brows were furrowed, her pearly teeth biting her red lips in a display of suppressed desire, her fair body drenched in fragrant sweat, her damp hair clinging to her exquisite face.
She leaned against the pillow, her neck tilted to the side, her beautiful, dreamy eyes refusing to look at her husband. She bit her red lips
, enduring the waves of tingling, fulfilling pleasure from his intrusion.

Suddenly, Brahma thrust forward, her jade-like head tilting back, her eyes glazed with pleasure. Unable to contain the
sudden surge of pleasure, she opened her red lips and let out an incredibly seductive moan.

"Ah..."

At the same time, Brahma felt his penis being tightly enveloped by her warm, tight vagina, the boundless pleasure causing him
to groan in comfort.

"Oh..."

Brahma was completely absorbed in this wonderful pleasure. After years of dual cultivation and lovemaking, that enchanting vagina was still
as tight and alluring as when she had just lost her virginity.

Ningrong's eyes were half-closed, watery and dreamy, her face flushed with a rosy glow, alluring and captivating.
She wrapped her arms around Fantian's bear-like body, kissing him passionately, feeling
the pleasurable sensation of their skin being caressed, the tingling, fulfilling pleasure of his thrusting into her. *

Slap slap slap...* the sounds of flesh colliding.

*Thud thud thud...* the sounds of their genitals thrusting in and out.

And the creaking of the bamboo bed, strained under the weight, echoed throughout the small bamboo hut.

After an unknown amount of time, the bamboo door of the bamboo house was pushed open from the inside, and a stunningly beautiful
woman with a slender figure stepped out. Brahma, still lying naked on the bamboo bed, saw his wife emerge and quickly got up, also naked,
to follow her . As he moved, his still-erect member swayed. Reaching her from behind, he reached out and pulled her
alluring body into his arms, resting his chin on her right shoulder, inhaling the faint
fragrance lower body began to stir again, pressing against her round, firm buttocks through her silken clothes.

Ningrong had just arrived outside the bamboo house, gazing at the lush green scenery before her, when suddenly she felt the man behind her approach
and embrace her. Then, a hard object pressed against her buttocks. She knew what it was without even thinking,
but she didn't react. She simply gazed at the beautiful scenery before her, lost in thought.
Brahma, pressed close behind her, didn't disturb her further.

Ningrong's beautiful eyes were captivated by the familiar scenery before her, and she sighed softly, "No matter how many times I've seen it
, it's still so beautiful. This scene is truly beautiful, don't you think?" She then looked at Brahma behind her with her watery eyes
.

Before he could answer, she turned back to the beautiful scenery and said, "However,
while this scene is beautiful, who would have thought that such a beautiful view hides a deadly danger? It's truly a pity
!"

Brahma, not expecting his wife to suddenly say something so unromantic, chuckled and snuggled her
alluring body closer to him, saying, "My lady, you worry too much. There are indeed many things in this world that are not
as simple as they appear on the surface, but with enough strength, where in this vast world can't one go?"

Ningrong smiled faintly, not answering the previous question, but changing the subject: "I
want to go for a walk!"

Brahma grasped her jade-like hand, finding its skin incredibly smooth.
A gentle he said softly, "Wherever you want to go, I'll go with you."

North of the edge of the Eight Spirits Sect lies a large lake called Water Mirror Lake. This Water Mirror Lake isn't a
sacred cultivation ground; it's no different from any other lake. Its only unique feature is that the lake's surface is the same color as
the sky . If you were there, you couldn't distinguish between the sky and the water.
The name Water Mirror Lake comes from this breathtaking scenery of water and sky blending seamlessly, making it a renowned
tourist destination .

At this moment, ripples spread across the calm lake surface, and a small boat drifted quietly on its surface,
appearing like a small boat suspended in the beautiful air. Standing at the bow of the small boat was a stunningly beautiful woman

. Her thick, jet-black hair cascaded down to her waist, and her gentle,
watery eyes gazed intently at the breathtaking scenery where the water and sky met. Dressed in ethereal white robes, her refined and elegant demeanor exuded unparalleled grace and beauty. This exquisitely beautiful woman was none other than Ning Rong, the wife of the Eight Spirits Sect Master. 　　At the stern, a man of extraordinary bearing reclined languidly, a gourd of wine in his right hand, occasionally taking sips. This man was none other than Fan Tian, who had accompanied Ning Rong on this excursion. 　　Neither of them spoke. The woman admired the breathtaking scenery before her, while the man was mesmerized by the beauty before him. The scene seemed like an eternal painting, deeply etched into their hearts. 　　"Stop right there!" 　　A fierce and loud shout shattered this idyllic moment. 　　The sound came from the shore. A woman in her thirties, her face filled with terror, frantically pulled a boy of about ten years old along, running forward. She kept glancing back at the figures closing in behind her. Hearing threatening shouts from behind, she lost her footing and fell to the ground, the boy following her also stumbling. 　　Seeing the scene, Ningrong's eyes showed displeasure. She turned to Fantian with a half-smile and said, "Shouldn't you do something about it?" 　　Fantian took a swig of wine, seemingly unconcerned, and casually smiled, saying, "There are plenty of these petty squabbles ; it's none of our business." 　　"Hmph!" Ningrong rolled her eyes at the man and said, "Don't you find them annoying?" 　　Fantian put down his wine gourd, feigning anger, and said, "These blind fools, barking here, don't they know they're disturbing the beauty's enjoyment?" As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished, reappearing on the shore in the blink of an eye. 　　Seeing Brahma appear on the shore, Ningrong's lips curled into a captivating smile. She then leaped into the air, her white robes fluttering like a celestial maiden, flying towards the shore. 　　On the bank, seeing the two women fall, five burly men who had been pursuing them quickly caught up and surrounded them. One of the men, the leader, kept yelling, "Damn it! You bitch , you think you can escape again?! I'll kill you!" He then grabbed an iron rod and smashed it down on the woman's head. 　　"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Three muffled thuds followed, and the woman was instantly struck, blood gushing from her seven orifices, one eye bulging out, only exhaling, not inhaling
.

The little boy beside her, never having witnessed such a bloody scene, was terrified and wailed, "Waaaaah!
Waaaaah! Mother! Ah! Mother... Waaaaah!"

Seeing the boy cry, the leader of the burly men prepared to raise his blood-stained iron rod and swing it at the boy, cursing, "You
little brat, keep running! What...?"

But before he could finish speaking, everything went black, and his body involuntarily crashed into a thick
willow tree . Because the impact was so great, the leader of the men didn't even know what had happened; he only heard
a "throat" before he died.

The other four burly men also didn't understand what had happened. They reflexively sensed someone looking to the side,
but before they could see who it was, they turned to look and, bleeding from all seven orifices, collapsed and died.

Everything happened too fast. The five burly men died one after another without even knowing how they died, while
the little boy beside them, oblivious to what was happening, was still crying loudly with his eyes closed. The one

who made the move was, of course, Brahma. As soon as he reached the shore, he slapped the leader aside with a single palm strike, simultaneously releasing
an invisible pressure that instantly killed the other four men.

The boy, who had been crying for a while, felt the sudden silence around him. He squeezed his tears with his little hand, and as soon as
he opened his eyes he was stunned by what he saw!

A peerless fairy in white robes floated down from the sky and landed in front of him.
A refreshing fragrance wafted towards him, and the boy was completely mesmerized, staring blankly at
the stunning beauty before him. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, like a fairy untouched by worldly concerns, and for a moment, he forgot to
sob.

Ningrong stared blankly at the little boy before her, his face still wet with tears. She giggled, then
bent down bringing her face close to his, and softly asked, "Little brother, what's your name?"

The fragrance intensified, and her exquisite face was so close to hers. Her skin was like snow, her eyes like water, and
she possessed a refined and elegant air that captivated and made one feel inferior, as if one dared not profane her.

Seeing her slightly parted red lips, the little boy, not quite understanding what she was saying, reflexively replied,
"Sister, I'm Yu'er!"

Hearing the boy call her "sister," Ningrong giggled, revealing a row of pearly white teeth. "Yu'er? A very
interesting name. But I'm old enough to be your mother!" With that, she extended a slender
finger and gently touched the boy's forehead. Instantly, the boy lost consciousness and fell asleep on the ground.

Straightening up, he looked at the boy lying on the ground and said meaningfully, "Spiritual Yang Body!"

"What?"

Brahma, who had been detached after killing the boy, suddenly became excited upon hearing the words "Spiritual Yang Body." An invisible
spiritual wave emanated from him and traveled through the boy's body. After a while, he exclaimed, "It really is
the Spiritual Yang Body, one of the three great Yang Bodies! Although it's the lowest of the three, it's still a rare find. We've really struck gold! We must take it back to the sect
and nurture it properly."

Ningrong, knowing that Brahma was considering taking him as a disciple, teased, "What? Is our sect leader interested in taking disciples again?"
She then gave Brahma a playful glare.

"Hehe, a Spiritual Yang Body! Why not take it?" With that, he picked up the boy lying on the ground, soared into the sky, and
disappeared into the horizon in an instant.

Ningrong didn't follow immediately. Instead, she glanced at the woman lying on the ground, her breath almost fading, and
without saying turned and flew away.

"Cough!"

The woman on the ground, barely alive, moved her bloodied mouth, as if she wanted to say something. However, she
was , and could only watch helplessly as the beautiful figure with serene expression gradually disappeared into the distance. Not long after, the woman's last remaining
eye slowly closed.

Chapter Three: Taking on

a Disciple Inside the Eight Spirits Sect, in a huge training ground, dozens of young men and women formed a circle. Inside the circle,
two boys dressed in identical attire were engaged in a fierce sparring match.

The two figures faced off fiercely, neither giving an inch, both using their full strength. However,
after dozens of rounds, no victor had emerged; neither could gain the upper hand, as if their strengths were evenly matched.

"Crack!"

Two hard fists collided with a gust of wind, making a sound. They separated instantly, and both boys
were pushed back several steps by the recoil before regaining their footing. Neither of them made any rash moves, their eyes meeting, both secretly alarmed by
the other's increasing strength.

The two stood to the left and right. The boy on the left, about fifteen or sixteen years old, had an
unremarkable appearance and a helpless expression on his face. The boy on the right, on the other hand, was handsome with delicate features, a well-defined face,
and a calm and gentle smile. He was a year or two older than the boy on the left.

At this moment, a graceful woman dressed in white appeared from behind the crowd. She raised her jade-like hand
and gently brushed her hair behind her ear. She spoke softly to the crowd with their backs to her, "
How long are you two going to fight?"

This woman, with her captivating charm and similar age to the boys on the field, stood quietly at the edge of the training ground.
Her long, beautiful black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her delicate face, with its bright eyes, white teeth, delicate nose, and red lips, exuded a captivating beauty
, radiating an ethereal and otherworldly aura.

"Junior Sister!"

Upon seeing the woman in white, Du Yifan instantly suppressed his imposing aura, a gentle
smile . He clasped his hands in a fist salute to his junior brother opposite him and strode towards the woman.

"It's Senior Sister!"

The men present exclaimed joyfully,
captivated .

Fan Ling'er—one of only two direct disciples under the Eight Spirits Sect Master, and also the Sect Master's only
beloved daughter . These were two incredibly privileged and enviable identities. The mere fact of being the Sect Master's daughter was enough
for her to enjoy for a lifetime. Of course, one should not underestimate her simply because she was the Sect Master's daughter; her strength was not to be underestimated.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have become one of the Eight Spirits Sect Master's only two direct disciples, the sect's pride and joy,
and a renowned beauty in the Spirit Realm.

"Junior Sister, you've finally emerged from seclusion. You must have broken through this time, right?"

Du Yifan, also a disciple personally taught by the sect leader, approached Fan Ling'er with a smile, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Fan Ling'er nodded gently, looking at Du Yifan with affection in her eyes, and said sweetly, "Senior brother, what are you saying?
My cultivation is still shallow. Although I didn't break through during this seclusion, I still gained a lot of insights." After speaking, she shyly
turned her head away.

The other disciples on the field watched the two exchanging glances and flirting, and couldn't help but feel secretly
jealous. They thought that their long-admired senior sister already had someone she loved, and felt powerless. That person
was their senior brother, also a disciple personally taught by the sect leader, whose strength was unimaginable. He was
an insurmountable mountain for them, and the two had been childhood sweethearts since they were little.

"Senior Sister, you have to stand up for me! While you were gone, Senior Brother bullied me terribly
!"

Seemingly unable to bear the ambiguous atmosphere between the two, another
disciple, who had just sparred with Du Yifan and had an unremarkable appearance, approached them helplessly and said.

Fan Ling'er couldn't help but find it amusing, rolled her eyes at the disciple, and suppressed a laugh, saying, "Come on! I
know you too well. With Senior Brother feeding you sparring, why aren't you practicing properly? If the Grand Elder finds out you still can't pass the next trial,
Fan Linlin will be expelled from the Eight Spirits Sect! Hehehe." She couldn't help but smile broadly after saying that.

Fan Linlin felt a headache coming on when he heard about his hateful father. His father treated all the other
disciples well, but he was completely unfriendly to his own son, demanding
an unusually high amount from him. In the end, he could only scratch the back of his head and chuckle.

Du Yifan knew his lively junior brother inside and out and didn't want to get bogged down in the topic. He was about
to say something to his beautiful junior sister when he saw a black dot rapidly approaching on the distant horizon. He immediately
tensed up, grabbing Fan Ling'er by the waist and pulling her into his arms, releasing his powerful spiritual energy to
protect .

The black shadow approached quickly; some disciples hadn't even realized what was happening before it was already right in front of them,
then in the blink of an eye, it swept over their heads.

Du Yifan and Fan Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief after recognizing the shadow. It was their master, Fan Tian. But
why was their master flying so fast? And what was he carrying? The two exchanged puzzled glances, wondering
what their master was up to.

Then, Du Yifan waved his hand and withdrew his spiritual power, saying, "It's alright, I was just overreacting, hehe."

The danger was over, but the two of them didn't seem to realize the situation. Under the
strange , Du Yifan smiled and withdrew his spiritual power, his arm around Fan Ling'er's slender waist, while Fan Ling'er
nestled obediently in his arms.

"Ahem!"

A soft cough rang out, and the two looked towards the sound, where Ning Rong, with her refined and elegant demeanor and
unparalleled beauty, had silently appeared.

Looking at the two embracing, Ning Rong teased with a half-smile, "How long are you two going to keep hugging
?"

Her beautiful, clear eyes revealed an indescribable amusement.

The two who were hugging came to their senses and immediately separated in a fluster, their eyes darting away, unable to look directly at each other.

Du Yifan, being the eldest disciple, stepped forward first and bowed respectfully, saying, "Greetings, Master's Wife!"

The crowd finally realized who this stunning, mature
woman was, and they too stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Disciple greets the Sect Master's Wife."

Fan Ling'er finally snapped out of her embarrassment, stepped forward, and took Ning Rong's arm, changing the subject,
"Mother, why are you here? Father flew over just now, why didn't he come down to say hello
? Doesn't he know his precious daughter is down there?"

Ning Rong rolled her eyes at her daughter, then looked at Du Yifan standing respectfully before her and
said softly, "What? Are you afraid your secret will be discovered by your mother? Why are you so eager to change the subject? Let me tell you, your
position as your father's precious daughter is probably in jeopardy!..." She then
flicked her daughter's smooth, white forehead with her delicate, white finger.

"Ah!"

Fan Ling'er felt a slight pain in her forehead and rubbed it with her delicate hand. She was about to say something when Ning Rong waved her hand to stop her
. Her beautiful eyes were filled with questions as she looked at her mother with confusion.

Ning Rong then turned to the crowd and said softly, "Now, on behalf of the Sect Master, I officially announce that from this day forward, the Burning Heaven Sect Master
has accepted Yu'er as his third personal disciple!" Although her voice was soft, it was clearly heard by everyone present
.

"Whoosh..."

"Who is this fish?" "How come we've never heard of such a person before?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the disciples on the stage immediately erupted in a commotion: "Didn't the sect leader stop accepting disciples? Why is he accepting them again?"

Some people also said: "Anyone who can be accepted as a disciple by the sect leader must have extraordinary talent!"

The plain-looking Fan Linlin also said speechlessly: "Could it be that we're going to have another junior
brother ?"

Ignoring the reactions of the disciples, Ning Rong waved her jade hand, and a flash of spiritual light appeared, enveloping Fan Ling'er and Du Yifan and making them
disappear from everyone's sight, going to meet their future junior brother.

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