Tianyun Niehai (1.1~1.6)

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Volume 1: Sword Rises to Heaven ~ Chapter 1: Boss Wu Boss

Wu sized up the young woman bound to the head of the bed. Her face was stunningly beautiful, with exquisitely drawn eyebrows and
delicate red lips. She exuded an ethereal and otherworldly aura, and her figure was incredibly graceful. The heaving of her breasts due to
anger and shame further fueled his fantasies. She wore a long, azure dress
with flowing cloud embroidery on the sleeves, and a tassel belt adorned with small silver pearls tied around her waist. If she weren't confined
here, the tassels would have accentuated her swaying waistline as she walked.

In the dim light, a pair of long, white legs, partially concealed by her robe, glowed with a faint blush,
causing Boss Wu to unconsciously lick his dry lips. This trip was truly worthwhile. He
hadn't encountered such a beautiful woman in a long time, especially one with the cultivation of a high-level Mingxi Realm cultivator. At just
over twenty years old, such attainment was undoubtedly a mark of excellence even in ordinary sects. In a
prestigious sect, with such a beautiful face, she would certainly not be forgotten.

"What do you want... I am Xiao Yushan, a disciple of the Yunlan Sect. Don't do anything rash. If my sect
's elders find out what happened to me here, they will not let you off the hook." Seeing Wu Da's
expression eyes. She
had already experienced the wickedness of people's hearts when she traveled to Wancheng with her fellow disciples, especially here in the lawless Duanfeng Mountain. If she wasn't mistaken, the tall man
standing before her was none other than Wu Zexu, the notorious leader of Duanfeng Mountain, who ruled the mountain with impunity.
She had heard of his infamous reputation; aside from the bottom lines of the imperial court and the top sects, Wu Zexu was
practically lawless in this region. If she hadn't been ambushed on her return journey from the Western Regions and taken a
shortcut to escape, she wouldn't have fallen into his hands. She couldn't help but regret her actions; she should have just let
those thieves kill her, rather than suffer such a miserable fate here.

Upon hearing the name Xiao Yushan, Wu Zexu's eyes flickered slightly. He took two steps forward, and the beautiful woman was
staring intently at him with her lovely eyes. Wu Zexu smiled and said with interest, "So you are
Xiao Yushan, known as the Little Fairy in the Yunlan Sect. Indeed, you are as beautiful as a fairy, truly deserving of the
title. It seems I am honored to meet you here. I have heard that in recent years
, many young talents have pursued you, including many promising young men from prestigious sects. I wonder if Fairy Xiao has taken a liking to
any of them... Why not come with me, Wu?"

At first, Xiao Yushan thought that Wu Zexu would have some reservations after hearing about her sect, and she felt a little relieved. However,
upon hearing the rest, her face turned deathly pale, and her beautiful features lost their color. She began to struggle, but her hands were
tightly bound to the headboard, and her cultivation and physical strength were exhausted from her repeated escapes, so it was all in vain.
Xiao Yushan could only plead, "Master Wu, I beg you, don't ruin my body... I'll
do anything you want, and if you return me to my fellow disciples, you'll get many benefits in return..."

Wu Zexu looked down at Xiao Yushan and saw all her changes. He leaned close to the bed and took a deep sniff,
a fragrant scent wafting towards him. He bent down and grabbed Xiao Yushan's chin, slowly lifting it so she
could see his dark face. Watching the fear and shame gradually fill her clear, beautiful eyes, he said
slowly , "The little fairy of the Yunlan Sect is in my hands. They can't even answer
what this lovely little mouth tastes like, but I'll find out soon enough."

Normally, a woman like Xiao Yushan would be beneath his notice; they were
worlds apart. But by some twist of fate, he had caught the exhausted Xiao Yushan, leading to
this scene.

With Wu Zexu holding her mouth, Xiao Yushan couldn't speak, only able to whimper and sob, her
eyes red and brimming with tears. Wu Zexu was already used to such scenes, and said with a smile,
"Why is Fairy Xiao crying like this? It's obvious that you're still a virgin. When I deflower you and make
you feel good, you'll know that it's better to follow me wholeheartedly as
my wife ."

He grabbed Xiao Yushan's mouth with one hand and took out a white porcelain pill bottle from his pocket with the other. He poured out
a pill that shimmered with a pinkish luster, and with a little force, he made Xiao Yushan open her mouth and
swallow . Seeing the expression of shame and anger on Xiao Yushan's pretty face, Wu Zexu laughed, "Just adding to the fun, Fairy Xiao,
don't worry , I guarantee you'll be driven mad with desire."

This was truly an instant elixir; it dissolved quietly upon entering Xiao Yushan's body.
In , a blush rose
to Xiao Yushan's beautiful face, and her breathing became rapid. Along with this, her full, firm breasts rose and fell. Looking at the beauty's captivating eyes now, besides
anger and shame, there was also a touch of alluring charm.

Wu Zexu skillfully stripped off the clothes on Xiao Yushan's body. Despite the beauty's desperate struggles, she was
powerless to resist . As the azure dress fluttered to the ground, a layer of
fragrant sweat appeared on her snow-white skin, thin and shimmering, further enhancing her captivating figure. Although the remaining
bodice barely covered her vital parts, without any clothing, her long, straight, and delicate pink legs
were completely exposed, laid bare. The elegant and beautiful lines of those legs alone were enough to drive
a man with weak willpower mad.

Seeing this little fairy so alluring, Wu Zexu's lust intensified. He roughly tore off her
undergarment, and a pair of full, firm breasts sprang out, their captivating rosy tips shimmering.
Wu Zexu's eyes lit up immediately. This Xiao Yushan was indeed a little fairy of the Yunlan Sect; her breasts were
perfectly shaped, and her nipples were a lovely, rosy color. Seeing this, Wu Zexu chuckled lewdly,
grabbing Xiao Yushan's breasts with his lewd hands and kneading them wantonly. Xiao Yushan, filled with shame and indignation, struggled even more
fiercely, but to no avail. Moreover, the effects of the drug were gradually taking hold, and her increasingly limp
body was no match for Wu Zexu's strength. She was pinned down by Wu Zexu, and no matter how she twisted, she
couldn't budge him an inch.

If it weren't for this lucky break, Wu Zexu would never have known what it truly meant to possess the jade peak of the Yunlan Sect's Little Celestial Fairy.
After handling them for a while, he found them not only smooth and soft but also extremely elastic, making him truly unable to put them down.

"Fairy Xiao, last time I went to Zuichun Pavilion for a taste, and I felt unsatisfied. Now,
compared , I realize that the top courtesans at Zuichun Pavilion are nothing. Putting aside everything else, the elasticity and size of your breasts
are far superior to those top courtesans."

Xiao Yushan already felt extremely ashamed, and now hearing Wu Zexu compare her to those courtesans,
her pretty face turned even redder. She didn't bother to scold him and continued to struggle. However, Wu Zexu's actions,
though seemingly rough, were actually quite delicate. His caresses and kneading touched her sensitive spots. Especially when
Wu Zexu pinched one of her tender nipples with his fingers, she couldn't help but moan softly .
It was as if the touch on her breasts had fueled her uncontrollable desire, making her struggles
seem even weaker and more feeble.

At this moment, the alluring beauty was beneath Wu Zexu, her fair skin and jade-like bones pressed against his burning body, filling him with
smug satisfaction. Not content with merely playing with the beauty's jade-like breasts, he had already reached down, slipping his hand into her private
area. This made Xiao Yushan react like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "No! You can't..." Just as she was about
to struggle , Wu Zexu had already, without saying a word, groped his fingers into the forbidden area between Xiao Yushan's legs.
Combined with the previous teasing, this directly caused the desire within Xiao Yushan's body to erupt like a volcano.
She could n't help but let out a groan of "Ah!" Whether it was the effect of the aphrodisiac or her natural sensitivity, just this
one moment almost made her body unable to bear it, and she almost climaxed.

"It seems Fairy Xiao is quite lonely. Don't worry, I'll comfort you properly right now..." Wu Zexu
had no intention of letting Xiao Yushan off the hook. The real show had just begun. His fingers then began to caress
Xiao Yushan's sensitive clitoris, causing her fragrant body to tremble repeatedly. She didn't even have
a chance , and all the words that came out of her mouth were lewd moans and groans. In her shame, anger, and despair, she
caught a glimpse of Wu Zexu's thick, hard, black penis. This was the first time she had ever seen a man's penis. Now,
not only had this villain touched her breasts and vagina, but she was also about to watch this ugly thing
enter her body... However, despite her disgust, the sensations in her body kept fueling her desire.
This man's thing was so monstrous. She had heard her sisters in the sect talk about men's penises before, saying that the bigger and thicker it was, the more ecstatic
it would be for a woman. Wu Zexu's penis was so enormous that it made her dizzy.

Having been violated so thoroughly, could she, now craving more, still resist this man? Having lost her virginity
, how could she face her elders in the sect, how could she maintain her standing within the sect?

Amidst these conflicting thoughts, Wu Zexu, unable to restrain himself any longer,
spread Xiao Yushan's long, fair legs, forcing her to clamp around his waist. Knowing he had no chance,
Xiao Yushan struggled slightly before giving up, turning her head away as if unable to bear witnessing the ugly thing
taking her virginity.

Then, Wu Zexu thrust forcefully, plunging his penis into her wet, beautiful vagina.

"Ah!"

His penis penetrated deep into her flower path, stretching her vagina as if it were about to split open. The
tearing the pain of losing her virginity, caused Xiao Yushan to tense her toes and grip the sheets tightly. Unexpectedly,
she, known as a celestial beauty in the Yunlan Sect, had lost her virginity to a
villain she would normally despise.

A trickle of crimson virgin blood flowed slowly from their joined bodies, staining the white sheets
, vibrant as plum blossoms.

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In the dimly lit room, the sounds of flesh colliding echoed continuously. Wu Zexu's skillful techniques, combined with the gradually taking effect
of the drug, quickly brought Xiao Yushan to a climax, her seductive moans rising higher and higher.

With a high-pitched cry, Wu Zexu finally ejaculated, sending Xiao Yushan to
the peak of ecstasy.

After their lovemaking, Xiao Yushan was completely exhausted, lying limp on the bed, drenched in fragrant sweat,
looking as if she had lost her soul from the ultimate pleasure. Wu Zexu admired the alluring body on the bed.
Her captivating face still held a hint of spring, her snow-white skin flushed after the climax.
Several shameful red marks remained on her high, white breasts, while her two rosy nipples were engorged and
erect , glistening with desire, clearly having been thoroughly fondled by Wu Zexu. Between her long, shapely legs was
a scene of utter debauchery; the blood of her deflowering mingled with her own fluids and Wu Zexu's essence, flowing backward from her still-open labia,
a sight of utter lewdness.

After dressing again, Wu Zexu, beaming, stepped out of the room. As he had expected,
the Fairy Xiao was still a virgin. He had achieved a resounding success; the virginity of a high-level Mingxi Realm cultivator
was truly extraordinary. This encounter had left him feeling incredibly refreshed. At first, the woman offered only token
resistance, but once the drug took effect, her flower-like opening was gushing with honeyed fluid.
As , her wantonness was impossible to conceal. So what if she's a little celestial being? Does she really think she's above worldly desires
? In the end, she still has to submit to Wu Zexu's pleasure. Recalling the regret that flashed in Xiao Yushan's eyes after they were finished,
Wu Zexu sneered. Give him some more time to train her, and he'll definitely make this little vixen completely submissive and
obedient to him.

A fairy?

From the moment she entered Tengying Village, she had already fallen.

Just then, Wu Zexu's expression suddenly changed. As if sensing some movement, his heart skipped a beat.
He, who had been about to go out for a walk, immediately turned and went to a secret room underground in the village. Inside, the light was dim, and in the flickering
candlelight a figure stood like a target, his eyes like those of a hawk, piercing and unsettling. Wu Zexu
dared not look directly at him, his eyelids lowered, and he respectfully said, "Greetings, sir."

The man's cold voice came: "After playing with the woman, shouldn't you get down to business?"

Wu Zexu hurriedly replied, "This humble servant was unaware of your arrival, sir, and has kept you waiting. It is my fault. May I ask what your orders are,
sir ?"

The man's right hand landed on the hilt of the long sword hanging diagonally at his waist.

A chilling glint flashed, and a frigid aura filled the entire secret chamber, making one feel
as if they were standing on the Milky Way.

Wu Zexu slowly raised his lowered gaze, his expression gradually shifting from confusion to shock.

The sword intent was like frost, sharp and piercing; just one glance made his mind waver and his true energy surge.

What kind of origin did this sword have to possess such power? At this moment, Wu Zexu felt even more keenly
the unfathomable depth of this master. He had already greatly overestimated him, but now it seemed he was still somewhat lacking.

"Master, this is..."

"Take it."

Wu Zexu tremblingly took the sword. It was lighter than he had imagined, at least
thirty percent lighter than his own Nether Iron Sword, yet in his hand, it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, as imposing as a mountain or the sea.

The man's expression was calm, and the hoarse voice emanating from his throat seemed to come from the depths of hell: "Half a month later,
the eldest son of the prefect of Lingzhou will arrive in Baixi City. Go and teach them a lesson. But remember, don't kill that young master
. Leave him half-alive. As for what you manage to steal, that's up to your luck."

Wu Zexu's mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts. His hand holding the sword trembled, whether from nervousness or surprise.
He slowly replied, "Understood."

Volume 1: Sword Rises in the Sky ~ Chapter 2: Things Are Not as Good As They Were Before

Chen Zhuo was once the son of the Grand Preceptor of Jing Kingdom. His status was illustrious, and coupled with his unparalleled handsomeness, he was truly the envy of everyone.
It is said that reincarnation is an art, and Chen Zhuo undoubtedly had already mastered some of the tricks of this great art before being born,
but unfortunately, he had not thoroughly mastered it. Chen Zhuo never imagined that in the eighth year of Jianhe, his father would
be severely injured in the palace turmoil and die from his injuries. Afterwards, the new emperor who seized the throne took the opportunity to abolish
the Tianxuan Palace. From then on, this behemoth, which had held a prominent position since the founding of the Jing Kingdom, disintegrated.
Chen Zhuo naturally fell from grace, now suffering scorn and exclusion. Before the upheaval in the capital,
the Imperial Preceptor Chen Shangze, who had vaguely sensed something amiss, entrusted his only son to the Tianhua Sword Sect , a top sect in the Jing Kingdom
. After preparing for his funeral, this True Person, whose cultivation was already only half a step away from the Chengtian Realm,
calmly awaited the coming storm.

Ten years ago, Chen Zhuo lived a life of luxury, surrounded by fine clothes and extravagant feasts.

Now, he was sweeping fallen leaves in front of the mountain gate.

This was supposed to be the work of a menial disciple, but Chen Zhuo had taken it on.

Although the Tianhua Sword Sect wasn't exactly a place for leisurely enjoyment, his life was still somewhat
more austere . With each new emperor came a new court, and the descendant of a fallen official always carried a degree of sensitivity.
While the Tianhua Sword Sect continued to teach Chen Zhuo sword techniques as agreed, they dared not provide him with a comfortable life; if someone with ulterior
motives saw this, it would cause trouble.

From top to bottom, the Tianhua Sword Sect generally disliked and resisted trouble. Chen

Zhuo, a major source of trouble for the Tianhua Sword Sect, was meticulously sweeping fallen leaves in front of the mountain gate, showing no sign of perfunctoriness. His blue robes were spotless, extremely neat, even excessively so . 　　Chen Zhuo had always been a very serious person since childhood, always striving to do his best in everything he did, from dressing to sweeping fallen leaves. 　　His movements were always focused, whether on small matters or big ones; he rarely lost focus. However, today, when he overheard the disciples' conversation from afar, he paused slightly, his hands stopping their work . 　　"I heard that Princess Yongming and Juexin, a talented disciple of the Brahma Sound Temple, had a contest in Zhelong Valley." 　　"Monk Juexin? Princess Yongming has met her match. Although Princess Yongming is a rare Juexin is by no means weak. He entered the Condensing Yuan Realm two years ago, and his Buddhist teachings are profound. He's said to be one of the candidates for the next generation of Buddhist disciples at the Brahma Sound Temple. I wonder what the final result was?" 　　Currently, cultivators are divided into six levels: Qi Induction, Bright Breath, Condensing Yuan, Profound Understanding, Divine Recitation, and Heavenly Inheritance. Reaching the Heavenly Inheritance Realm grants a great longevity, but even after one or two hundred years, it's uncertain if even one cultivator reaches the Heavenly Inheritance Realm. This shows how narrow and isolated the path of cultivation is. The further one progresses in cultivation, the more one has to fight against heaven and man, which is extremely difficult. Princess Yongming and Monk Juexin are currently in the Condensing Yuan Realm, which is a crucial stage in the cultivation process. Most of the geniuses and outstanding talents from the top sects are currently hovering around this level, competing with each other. For example, Princess Yongming of Wuyou Palace and Monk Juexin of Fanyin Temple are among them. As for those less talented, they are mostly at the Bright Breath Realm. Most of the Tianhua Sword Sect disciples who are passing by are at this level. 　　The young disciple in green robes, carrying a sword, spoke with great enthusiasm, "The result was beyond everyone's expectations. Everyone thought the two would fight to the death in Zhelong Valley, but Princess Yongming defeated Monk Juexin in just ten moves. According to the onlookers, she was truly exceptional. Princess Yongming was already a stunning beauty, and with the momentum of victory, she was even more captivating. It's a pity I wasn't there and missed such a breathtaking scene." 　　The Princess Yongming they were talking about was Ling Chufei, the beloved daughter of Prince Duan, one of the four great princes. When Chen Shangze, the former master of Tianxuan Palace, was still at the height of his power, Prince Duan had arranged this childhood betrothal . But who knew that Chu Shangze, a top cultivator who was only half a step away from the Chengtian Realm, would suddenly disappear , and Tianxuan Palace, which once held a very high position in Jing Kingdom, also collapsed in an instant. 　　Ten years ago, after that one night, the world's格局 ( 　　geju, a concept encompassing political, social, and political landscape) was almost completely overturned. That night, the Fourth Prince Ling Yun, who had single-handedly defeated the Northern Qiang cavalry in the northern frontier , launched a coup d'état, his momentum overwhelming. He marched to Changxing Palace, forcing the then-emperor to depose the crown prince and install Ling Yun as the new crown prince. News of this spread quickly, and three other princes rose in rebellion, plunging the capital into chaos. At that time, Chen Shangze, the master and the national advisor of Jing Kingdom, was severely wounded after a fierce battle with a mysterious and powerful enemy. The new crown prince, Ling Yun, miraculously defeated the three princes who had led the rebellion, killing them all on the spot. 　　Less than six months later, the old emperor died, and Ling Yun ascended the throne, changing the era name to Qingyuan. Just three days later, Chen Shangze, the master of Tianxuan Palace, also passed away. Without the Imperial Advisor, Tianxuan Palace was temporarily leaderless. The new Emperor Ling Yun seized the to launch sweeping reforms, dismantling Tianxuan Palace and establishing the Tiance Mansion and the Divine Supervision Bureau to replace it.

Si, originating from Tianxuan Palace, was extremely hostile to the remnants of Tianxuan Palace, who were of the same origin, almost to the point of exterminating them.
From then on, Tianxuan Palace ceased to exist in Jing Kingdom.

Once upon a time, Tianxuan Palace dominated all departments of the Jing Kingdom's court, cultivating a large number of cultivators for protecting the country, waging war, and
quelling rebellions. Even the emperor would treat them with respect. But now, the former members of Tianxuan Palace either surrendered to new masters or lived
a life of utter decline.

The senior disciple Qin Hua, dressed in white, smiled and said, "There's no rush. As long as Princess Yongming is still in Jing Kingdom, there will
always be opportunities to see her divine beauty."

The group arrived at the mountain gate and saw Chen Zhuo, who should have been sweeping fallen leaves, now begging for alms, looking
dazed and lost in thought. A slight thought struck them, and they understood the reason, all of them smiling with amusement.

The once-powerful Tianxuan Palace is now gone, and the marriage contract between the late Imperial Preceptor and Prince Duan
is nothing more than a piece of paper. Prince Duan can no longer marry Princess Yongming to Chen Zhuo, who now holds a special position.
It's only natural that Chen Zhuo's resolve would waver upon hearing her name.

Although everyone understands this, it doesn't mean they pity Chen Zhuo's predicament. On the contrary, that old
marriage contract has now become a vicious weapon for them to ridicule Chen Zhuo.

Mo Yang, dressed in green and carrying a sword, teased, "Young Master Chen, Princess Yongming defeated Monk
Juexin, who was not far from being a Buddhist disciple, within ten moves. It can be seen that Princess Yongming's talent even surpasses that of a true Buddhist disciple.
How do you feel about missing out on such a beautiful woman who is both exceptionally talented and stunningly beautiful?"

Chen Zhuo buried his head in his work, and no change in his expression could be seen. He calmly said, "If I gain it,
I am fortunate; if I lose it, it is my fate. There is nothing to regret."

Volume 1: Sword Rises in the Sky ~ Chapter 3: Senior Sister

Chen Zhuo clearly had no reason to be proud, yet he remained calm and composed, showing no sign of dejection.
Although he was now only doing menial work as a disciple, he still put on a self-satisfied appearance. This struck
Mo Yang as both absurd and laughable. He sneered, "If you truly believe 'it's my fortune to gain, and my fate to lose,'
why did you suddenly lose your composure when we mentioned Princess Yongming?"

Chen Zhuo looked up earnestly and said, "Abbot Juexin is highly respected among the younger generation of disciples at Fanyin Temple, and
Princess status in Wuyou Palace is even higher.
Who wouldn't be captivated by the prospect of these two exceptionally talented individuals competing in Zhelong Valley? What does this have to do with Princess Yongming and my marriage certificate?"

Mo Yang gazed at his handsome and distinguished junior brother, squinting and smiling, "Junior brother's words make sense."

Chen Zhuo nodded, "It's good that senior brother understands."

His tone was sincere, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Mo Yang's "makes sense" was merely sarcastic.

Mo Yang merely snorted coldly, leaving behind the words "How boring," before departing.

The group didn't linger. As Senior Brother Qin Hua left, he gave Chen Zhuo a pitying look,
but as he passed through the mountain gate, he seemed to fly through the air,
stirring . Given Chen Zhuo's meticulous nature, this would require him to work on it for quite some time.

Chen Zhuo stared at the mess for a long while in silence.

He was truly helpless. He believed he was speaking from the heart, but everyone thought he was hiding something.

What frustrated him even more was that by the time he finished cleaning, the sun would be setting, potentially
delaying dinner. This meant he would go hungry that night. Currently, he was only at the upper level of the Bright Breath Realm
, far from being able to abstain from grains; missing a meal would still leave him starving, a feeling he disliked intensely.

Not intending to simply do a half-hearted job, Chen Zhuo pursed his lips and prepared to continue cleaning, thinking to himself, "Hopefully,
I won't run into any more unreasonable senior or junior brothers."

Half an hour later.

Chen Zhuo paused for a moment, glanced at the sky, and a hint of melancholy appeared on his face. Just then, a figure stealthily
slipped , making Chen Zhuo's heart tighten. He initially thought it was another petty thief interfering with his plans to fill his stomach,
but upon closer inspection, he was surprised to see it was his senior sister, He Weiwei.

He Weiwei was a renowned beauty in the Tianhua Sword Sect, with countless admirers. Her figure was graceful and alluring, and her
large breasts seemed poised to burst out of her robes at any moment, a truly magnificent sight. Her white collar was embroidered with a
pair of leaping yin-yang fish, her neck was fair and slender, her collarbones delicate and refined, and below were her full, jade-like breasts that made one's
blood boil . The close-fitting robes accentuated her alluring figure, and her sleeves revealed her fair wrists, with cloud-patterned
cuffs that highlighted her slender arms. Below her pert, full buttocks, a pair of beautiful, flawless long legs
were faintly visible .

Chen Zhuo watched He Weiwei's chest heave as she walked down the slope, and he couldn't help but worry that she might
lose her balance and fall. He asked, "Senior Sister, what are you doing here?"

He Weiwei glanced around, and seeing that no one else was around, she pouted and huffed, "I
heard those guys bullied you again. I caught them making fun of you, so I gave them a good scolding,
and then I came over to help you clean up the mess."

Chen Zhuo felt a warmth in his heart. It was
comforting but he still said, "Senior Sister, you don't need to get angry with them over this."

He Weiwei snorted, her full breasts heaving slightly, and said irritably,
"So what if I yelled at them? Do you think they'd dare yell back?!"

Chen Zhuo smiled and didn't respond to her comment.

This senior sister is no ordinary person. Although her cultivation level is only about the same as Chu Chen's, both being at the upper level of the Bright Breath Realm,
her background is far from simple. Her biological parents are both senior cultivators at the Profound Realm of the Tianhua Sword Sect. Her father, He Youcai
, is particularly skilled in swordsmanship, having reached the upper level of the Profound Realm, and may become the next peak master of Bright Flower Peak. He is quite
prestigious , and all the disciples know that He Weiwei is their precious daughter. They are too busy trying to please her to have any intention
of provoking this trouble.

He Weiwei was clearly still angry, pouting as she prepared to find a broom. Seeing this, Chen Zhuo quickly said,
"Senior sister, what are you doing?"

The senior sister replied matter-of-factly, "I told you, I'm here to help you."

Chen Zhuo stopped her, saying, "No, you mustn't. I'm already satisfied with your kindness. If I make you do
these menial tasks for me, not to mention whether Uncle He would forgive me, wouldn't those people hate me even more if they found out?"
"Cleaning the mountain gate is my duty, how can I trouble you, Senior Sister?"

He Weiwei said, "But it's different now. They're causing you trouble, you didn't have to do so much."

Chen Zhuo said, "Then I still disagree."

He Weiwei remained unmoved, humming, "It's none of your business, I'm happy! I
feel restless if I don't find something to do every day."

Chen Zhuo said seriously, "I remember ten days ago, in the morning, Uncle Lin was teaching the sword technique, and you
fell asleep , and later you secretly asked me about it."

He Weiwei blushed slightly, and her delicate face suddenly became even more beautiful, "I wasn't feeling well
that day , and besides, what does that have to do with whether I help or not!"

Chen Zhuo said, "You want me to go to you to relay the sword technique..." " So, before you left, I was the one who tidied
up ."

He Weiwei's pretty face turned even redder, and she became less and less confident as she spoke: "Who's as particular as you? I'm usually very diligent,
but that day..."

Perhaps He Weiwei was spoiled by the elders in the sect, because she was usually so lazy. Even when
cultivating she liked to slack off a little. When her martial uncle who taught her swordsmanship saw this, he would often just sigh and couldn't do anything about it. He would grab her
and scold her with a stern face. But he couldn't bear to do that to such a beautiful girl, so he said something serious.
He Weiwei listened very attentively with her big, bright eyes, but after a few days, it all went in one ear and out the other
.

Chen Zhuo ignored her sophistry and said earnestly, "Look, you can't even sweep one room, how can you sweep all these fallen leaves on this mountain?
Let your junior brother do it."

He Weiwei covered her ears and acted spoiled, "I won't listen, I won't listen, you bastard!"

If he continued, she would lie on the ground and throw a tantrum.

Helpless, Chen Zhuo found a broom for her. "Then

I'll leave it to you, Senior Sister." He Weiwei's face lit up with joy. "That's a good girl."

Chen Zhuo looked at He Weiwei, who showed no signs of being a senior sister, and felt both amused and touched. He said softly, "Thank
you, Senior Sister."

He Weiwei said in a mature tone, "I am the senior sister, it's only right!"

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Thanks to He Weiwei's help, Chen Zhuo finally returned to his residence without being hungry. Thinking of his senior sister's
bright almond-shaped eyes, a smile involuntarily appeared on his face. He Weiwei was a famous beauty senior sister in the sect,
and with a good background, her admirers could line up from the foot of the mountain to the halfway point. However, this beautiful senior sister did
n't like any of them, and only became familiar and close to him, Chen Zhuo.

The closeness between the two wasn't really due to any particular reason. He Weiwei was naturally kind-hearted and couldn't stand seeing
the other disciples making things difficult for the ill-fated Chen Zhuo, so she naturally sided with him. If there was any reason, it was probably
because they had become familiar with each other over time. He Weiwei found Chen Zhuo to be handsome and a good person, and
also admirable in his cultivation. Now that her junior brother was in trouble, she, as his senior sister, naturally had to step forward,
even if it meant sometimes missing out on sleeping in. She was willing to do so, while Chen Zhuo always refused her help,
which made her grit her teeth in frustration.

Chen Zhuo thought of He Weiwei's gentle and beautiful almond-shaped eyes, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

Now that he had finished his chores for the day and eaten his fill, he had the energy to focus on his cultivation. He sat
cross-legged on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

Volume 1: Sword Rises in the Heavens ~ Chapter 4: The Awakening Technique

Chen Zhuo sat facing south, his mind gradually calming down. If one observed closely, one could see streams of spiritual energy
rapidly entering the various acupoints of his body, flowing much faster than his fellow disciples at the same cultivation level
—this was because he also cultivated a technique not possessed by disciples of the Heavenly Splendor Sword Sect.

Chen Zhuo cultivated two techniques. One was the Heavenly Splendor Sword Sect's *
Wu Wang be created by the sect's founding patriarch. When mastered, it was said to be enough to make one invincible. Three hundred years ago
, the Heavenly Splendor Sword Sect produced a remarkably talented sect leader who further perfected this sword manual, elevating the
sect 's swordsmanship to unprecedented heights. The other technique was the Heavenly Profound Palace's *Awakening Technique*.

Tianxuan Palace once stood above all other departments of the Jing Kingdom's court, training cultivators on behalf of the emperor and handling conflicts in the martial world.
It must have possessed extraordinary abilities, a major reason being its possession of thirty-two cultivation manuals, each
a coveted treasure for cultivators across the land. Among them, the "Qitian Jue" (启天诀) was particularly
wondrous , a "heavenly book" said to have been obtained a thousand years ago by a high-ranking cultivator at the Chengtian Realm who opened the gates of heaven.

When Tianxuan Palace was abolished by the new emperor ten years ago, many coveted this supreme technique,
including the imperial court. However, after a search, the court found thirty-one of the manuals, but
not the "Qitian Jue." Many then suspected Chen Zhuo, the orphan of Tianxuan Palace, but the new emperor
neither inquired further nor paid much attention to Chen Zhuo. Furthermore, with the sect leader of the Tianhua Sword Sect maintaining
order, the many who coveted it dared not make a move.

As for why the Qitian Technique is so coveted, it all comes down to the cultivator's true essence.

It's common knowledge that a cultivator's speed in converting spiritual energy into true essence is limited, and the amount of true essence within their body is also
finite . If the techniques used are driven by ordinary methods, and multiple techniques are combined,
the true essence consumed in combat will be extremely rapid. Even cultivators at the Divine Recitation Realm cannot consume spiritual energy and true essence without restraint.
Only by cultivating the supreme technique of the Heavenly Profound Palace, the Qitian Technique, opening the six palaces within the body and allowing the five palaces to receive spiritual energy, can a cultivator
breathe in qi and contemplate truth, generating spiritual energy spontaneously. Only then can they possess a continuous supply of true essence to drive various techniques.

Legend has it that by cultivating the Qitian Technique to its peak, one can create a miniature world within their body, warding off all poisons, controlling celestial phenomena, and possessing
incredible abilities such as shifting stars and changing the moon.

Chen Zhuo, as the former young master of the Heavenly Profound Palace, had already begun cultivating the Qitian Technique before coming to the Heavenly Flower Sword
Sect. However, he is currently also simultaneously cultivating the Tianhua Sword Sect's "Wuwang Sword Art." Cultivating two
completely different supreme techniques has its advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that he can gain the upper hand in battles among those of the same cultivation level, and even
when fighting across realms, he can still put up a fight. The disadvantage is that while his fellow disciples are cultivating, he is cultivating;
while , he continues to cultivate in addition to completing his chores as a disciple, wishing he could stretch one day into two.
Even when he closed his eyes to sleep, he would subconsciously practice breathing exercises according to the Qitian Technique. Perhaps it was divine intervention
, but after five years of this, even in his dreams, spiritual energy would
circulate within his body, continuously nourishing his six palaces and five chambers. Although it wasn't as effective as actively cultivating while awake, it still
saved Chen Zhuo a considerable amount of time.

Over the years, Chen Zhuo had practiced two top-tier cultivation techniques, with the Qitian Technique being particularly difficult to
master. It required extremely high comprehension and the ability to sense qi, and progress was slow in the early stages, requiring a steady and methodical approach.
Therefore, his cultivation speed couldn't compare to that of true geniuses.

However, Chen Zhuo didn't regret this. On the contrary, he knew the benefits of doing so—the wonders of the Qitian Technique
would only gradually manifest after reaching the Ningyuan Realm. Spending more time building
a solid foundation in the Mingxi Realm would make things much easier later on.

Two hours later, darkness completely descended, the croaking of frogs began to appear, and the silvery moonlight spilled onto
the bed.

Chen Zhuo exhaled a breath of stale air, opened his eyes, and his gaze seemed to contain the stars and the moon, revealing an aura completely different from
before .

"Heavenly Evolution Sword." He raised his hand and pointed, and a sword aura appeared at his fingertips, trembling incessantly.

Chen Zhuo's gaze was calm as he continued, "Purple Profound Sword, Taiyin Sword, Soaring Sword..."

With each utterance, the sword aura in his hand changed slightly. If it were any of his fellow disciples of the same cultivation level in the sect,
combining and using sword techniques in such a short time would have exhausted their strength within three moves. However, Chen Zhuo
condensed a full seven sword techniques into a single sword aura.
Just the sword aura in his hand suddenly trembled, then completely collapsed, turning into spiritual energy and dissipating into the air.

"My Qitian Technique is still lacking in refinement. When I was a child, I saw my father use it; even a
simple move could contain hundreds of variations. Few cultivators of the same realm could withstand its power. At that time, he
was not only the Grand Preceptor of Jing Kingdom, but many believed that it was only a matter of time before he reached the Chengtian Realm and attained Great Longevity.
If I could achieve seventy percent of my father's skill, I would have the ability to uncover the truth of what happened back then."

If Chen Shangze hadn't been seriously injured and died after fighting that mysterious and powerful enemy ten years ago, Tianxuan Palace wouldn't have fallen
into chaos and become leaderless, and the new emperor Ling Yun wouldn't have had the opportunity to dismantle Tianxuan Palace. Chen Zhuo felt there must be
something fishy about this, and he longed to know the ins and outs of everything that happened back then.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the moonlight outside the window. At this time, most of the disciples in the sect had already rested. Apart from
the croaking of frogs and insects and the rustling of bamboo leaves in the wind, there was no other sound outside.

He didn't continue cultivating but lay down and fell asleep.

But Chen Zhuo didn't notice that after he fell asleep, a figure was watching
him through the moonlight outside the window.

This figure seemed to possess an extraordinary majesty; with her arrival, all the chirping of insects and croaking of frogs
ceased, and all was silent.

Under the shimmering moonlight, the graceful figure was vaguely visible.

It was a woman.

A pristine purple dress outlined her perfect figure, her curves alluring and inspiring endless fantasies.

She was backlit by the moonlight, so her face was not clearly visible, but her temperament was noble, authoritative without being angry, and possessed an ethereal, untainted
air.

Her eyes were full of charm, shining with a deep and captivating light, more beautiful and
moving .

After a while,

she sighed softly, as if with tenderness. This single sound was like heavenly music;
it was hard to imagine what kind of allure this woman would possess if she truly spoke.

Volume 1: Sword Rises in Tianhua ~ Chapter 5: Goddess Luohua The

Tianhua Sword Sect has three springs, four streams, and six peaks, with Canghua Peak as its main peak.
Standing could only see Canghua Peak soaring into the clouds, its end invisible, a testament to its immense height.
Having just chopped sixteen purple bamboos with a wooden sword in the back mountain that morning, Chen Zhuo began to meditate and recuperate. This purple bamboo was unlike ordinary bamboo; it
was exceptionally hard. If one were to use a wooden sword with only the Bright Breath Realm cultivation, one would need to carefully guide spiritual energy, concentrating it
at the blade, and then strike with the momentum to achieve a smooth cut that would satisfy the sect elders. Otherwise,
the sword strike would only leave the purple bamboo crooked and twisted.

"Junior Brother Chen, you're quite efficient. You've finished cutting the bamboo before noon." A sarcastic voice
came . Chen Zhuo opened his eyes and saw a figure in green robes walking in from the bamboo forest.
The newcomer had deep-set eyes and a sinister gaze; it was Mo Yang, with whom Chen Zhuo had had a verbal altercation a few days ago.

Chen Zhuo didn't get up, but calmly said, "Senior Brother Mo, you flatter me. If I hadn't finished before noon, I would
have been punished by our senior uncles. I dared not slack off."

Mo Yang stared at Chen Zhuo with his gloomy eyes for a while. He had just glanced at the bamboo and was
genuinely surprised. The smoothness of the cut surface far exceeded his expectations. Even though he himself was at the upper level of the Bright Breath Realm,
he couldn't do what Chen Zhuo did. Although he understood that this didn't mean anything, at most it showed that Chen Zhuo's
subtle energy was still superior to his own. However, this alone was enough to arouse his jealousy.
How could a mere handyman disciple be more powerful than him, a genuine initiation disciple?

After a long pause, Mo Yang smiled and said, "Junior Brother Chen comes from an extraordinary background. I originally thought that you, accustomed to a
life of luxury, would find it difficult to adjust… but it turns out to be unexpected. Is it perhaps your fate as a handyman
? Well then, there's something I need Junior Brother Chen's help with. I was initially worried about causing trouble, but it seems
I was overthinking it."

Chen Zhuo knew without a doubt that Mo Yang had ill intentions. He understood the veiled barbs in Mo Yang's words.
Chen Zhuo coldly replied, "Senior Brother Mo, please speak freely."

Mo Yang's attitude towards Chen Zhuo… He didn't seem to care, merely glancing in the direction of the distant mountain gate, and said, "
Actually it's nothing much. This morning, after I took Uncle Lin's ox out for some fresh air, I accidentally
left some filth at the sect gate. For some reason, the smell is incredibly foul, and you can smell it from a mile
away . This has really worried me. It's a minor issue if it bothers the sect disciples,
but it's a major issue if it damages the reputation of our Tianhua Sword Sect. If the sect elders find out, they'll probably take their anger out on the junior brother responsible for cleaning the sect, so..."
I sensed something was wrong, and before I could even clean up, I rushed over to inform my junior brother.”

After saying this, Senior Brother Mo even offered a few perfunctory apologies. Chen Zhuo naturally saw through
Senior Brother ’s malice. He recalled what had happened at the mountain gate a few days ago and
what the beautiful Senior Sister He Weiwei had said, and he had already pieced together the whole story. However, he didn’t blame He Weiwei for
bringing , because he knew perfectly well that as long as Chen Zhuo was in the Tianhua Sword Sect, such troubles would
continue endlessly. When the wall falls, everyone pushes it down; he had seen it all too well.

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath and calmly said, "Thank you for informing me, Senior Brother. I'll go and deal with the filth
left behind by ."

Mo Yang was slightly disappointed not to see Chen Zhuo's furious expression, but he assumed Chen Zhuo was merely
suppressing his anger, so he smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Junior Brother."

◇◇◇

Upon arriving at the location, Chen Zhuo realized just how foul the stench Mo Yang had described truly was. Many
disciples who had circled around the mountain gate were pointing and whispering. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, Chen Zhuo
understood perfectly well that they were all talking about his irresponsibility as a menial disciple.

Chen Zhuo had no time to worry about anything else; cleaning up the filth left by the blue ox was the most important thing right now.
When he reached the mountain gate, he found the stench even stronger, unbearable even when he held his nose.

"These people, they don't seem to have much talent in cultivation, but their ability to disgust is truly remarkable,"
Chen Zhuo thought to himself. This blue ox usually ate bland food, and he'd never heard of it excreting such foul-smelling waste.
He figured Mo Yang and the others must have added seasoning to its food today to make things difficult for him.

Just as he was about to clean it up, he suddenly stopped. The surrounding noise,
which there, suddenly fell silent, making Chen Zhuo's heart tighten. Such a scene
was only possible when a sect elder was nearby. Could it be that the commotion at the sect had disturbed an elder? Had
they come to question him?

Chen Zhuo subconsciously looked around.

He saw a noble and beautiful figure in purple robes slowly approaching.

Tall and voluptuous, with an incredibly graceful figure, her curves were all
exquisitely beautiful .

Although her bosom wasn't as voluptuous as He Weiwei's, it was still a beautifully shaped peak. What was even more
remarkable was that every frown, every movement, every stillness exuded a natural nobility, a transcendent and
unfathomable aura.

A Divine Recitation Realm True Person.

As this figure approached, disciples respectfully greeted, "Greetings, Guest Elder Bai."

Their eyes were filled with admiration and awe. Cultivators were as numerous as carp crossing a river, but those who
truly reached the pinnacle were as rare as morning stars, let alone a woman of such exceptional beauty. This
guest elder cultivator from the Tianhua Sword Sect, walking towards the mountain gate, was precisely such a person, possessing both. Although she hadn't reached the legendary
Great Longevity Realm, her Divine Recitation Realm, also known as Lesser Longevity, was enough to make her stand out in the world.

Bai Keqing's real name is Bai Luohua, also known as the Goddess of Luohua. She is a senior retainer of the Yunhua Feng lineage, rarely
involved in affairs and seldom seen, only appearing to assist the Tianhua Sword Sect in times of crisis.
The retainers are practically on par with the elders, and even the sect leader shows them respect.
There are five retainers in the Tianhua Sword Sect, but the one most clearly remembered by the disciples is Bai Keqing.

The Divine Recitation Realm is also known as Lesser Immortality; cultivators at this level experience a significant increase in lifespan and almost permanent youth. Although Bai
Luohua has been famous for over ten years, she still looks only in her early twenties, with skin
as a young woman in her prime—an undeniable beauty. Such a woman, possessing both beauty and cultivation
, is always the talk of the town.

Bai Luohua slowly approached, like a sword parting the sea, and the disciples gathered at the mountain gate quickly made
way .

The disciples all lowered their heads slightly, none daring to look directly at the stunning beauty of this guest elder.

Normally, some of the more daring disciples would make suggestive remarks about her, but now, actually
facing Bai Luohua,
they were all silent with fear. They realized that compared to their usually strict elders, this goddess Luohua was even more suffocating.

Bai Luohua's gaze swept across the mountain gate, and she asked softly, "How did you get here?"

Unsure of her meaning, no one dared to answer rashly.

At first, everyone thought Bai Luohua was there to question Chen Zhuo, but now it seemed that wasn't
the case.

Bai Luohua's expression turned slightly cold. "So many people are here watching the spectacle, and nobody knows?"

A gust of cold wind blew, chilling everyone to the bone.

Amidst the shoving and jostling, a timid young disciple stepped forward, not daring to look Bai Luohua in the eye. He said,
"It was left by Senior Brother Mo Yang when he led Uncle Lin's blue ox past the mountain gate."

This man was usually close to Mo Yang and the others.
He had contributed to Mo Yang's plan to make things difficult for Chen Zhuo. Now that Bai Luohua had witnessed it, and given
the considerable influence of the five guest elders of the Tianhua Sword Sect among the disciples, he was pushed forward by those around him.

Bai Luohua calmly looked at him.

But her gaze was like an incomparably sharp sword pressed against his head, causing the young disciple to tremble and
bury his head even deeper, afraid of offending this guest elder.

"An eyesore,"

Bai Luohua said indifferently. With a flick of her long sleeve, a long wind rose from the ground, sweeping in all directions. In an instant, it not only dispelled
the lingering stench but also dispersed the filth that had lingered in front of the gate. Upon closer inspection, there was
no . The gust of wind that struck the disciple who had answered was like a sudden thunderclap;
his legs buckled and he knelt down, pale-faced.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he looked up again, the guest elder had vanished without a trace.
Looking around, the crowd had dispersed, leaving Chen Zhuo alone, leaning against the door, broom in hand, taking a nap. He instinctively wanted to
lash out , but remembering the feeling Bai Luohua had given him, he involuntarily shuddered and dared not utter another
word.

Volume One: Sword Rises in the Sky – Chapter Six: Aunt

Dusk.

After finishing his chores, Chen Zhuo didn't go to Bai Cui Lou for a vegetarian meal as usual, but
went directly to the back mountain. The autumn wind rose, the leaves fluttered, and the entire mountain was a sea of red maple leaves, devoid of human presence. Yet, there
was a touch of purple, more dazzling than the fiery red of the entire landscape.

She stood alone amidst the shadows of the lonely mountain maples, exuding not only nobility and purity but also an indescribable
sense of loneliness and sorrow.

Having already become a Divine Realm True Person, having glimpsed the path to immortality, what could possibly cause her distress and grief?

Chen Zhuo gazed at the Luo Hua Goddess, who held an extremely high position in the hearts of the disciples of the Tianhua Sword Sect,
his gaze complex.

After a long while, he finally stepped forward.

The footsteps startled a squirrel munching on nuts on a branch. It looked alarmed at Chen Zhuo approaching,
quickly devoured the remaining nuts, and then fled, shaking the branch and causing the
already drooping leaves to fall.

"How was your cultivation today? Did you encounter any difficulties?" Below the cliff on the back mountain, in a dense forest of springs and streams, Bai Luohua
stood with her hands behind her back, her back to Chen Zhuo.

Chen Zhuo respectfully bowed and said softly, "Aunt, I have made considerable progress in the *Qitian Jue*.
I can now contain seven sword techniques within a single finger strike. Although my cultivation remains at the upper level of the Mingxi Realm, and I haven't
yet broken through the bottleneck to enter the Ningyuan Realm, I'm not in a hurry, because I can clearly
feel myself improving every day."

If these words were to spread, it would cause a huge uproar, both within the Tianhua Sword Sect and outside, from the martial arts world to the
imperial court. Everyone only knew Bai Luohua as a guest elder of the Tianhua Sword Sect,
the goddess Luohua who was sought after by countless geniuses and romantic talents from the moment she debuted. But who knew that Bai Luohua was actually
Chen Zhuo 's aunt?

Bai Luohua nodded slightly, her voice filled with a hint of relief, and said, "Don't be arrogant or impatient, take steady steps.
Hearing that you can remain calm puts my mind at ease. I originally thought that you, focused on revenge, might be too eager for quick success,
but now it seems I was overthinking it."

She turned around and looked tenderly at Chen Zhuo.

Chen Zhuo subconsciously lowered his head, not daring to look directly at her.

In the sect, he lowered his head because she was a respected guest elder, while he was merely a
menial disciple.

Here, with only the two of them remaining, his reason for lowering his head was much simpler:

because this aunt was truly too beautiful.

A renowned scholar once praised his aunt, saying, "Her smile is like a blooming flower, her voice melodious and gentle." The
title "Goddess of Luo Hua" wasn't just due to Bai Luo Hua's cultivation level in the Divine Realm, but also to her unparalleled
beauty and气质 (qi zhi - a combination of temperament, bearing, and aura).

Bai Luo Hua softly said, "Look up at me."

Chen Zhuo obeyed.

Despite having witnessed her beauty many times before, he was still utterly amazed.

Compared to He Weiwei's girlish innocence, Bai Luo Hua possessed a more mature woman's charm. Her delicate and beautiful
face held a noble air that made one hesitant to look directly at her. Her beautiful phoenix eyes carried a touch of cold authority,
a quality honed from her long years in a high position. Yet, her rosy, moist lips were alluring and captivating,
irresistibly alluring. Many disciples within the sect who had seen Bai Luohua had dreamt of kissing her, but Chen Zhuo
dared not entertain such thoughts, not even in his dreams, because this woman was his birth mother's younger sister, his
aunt.

"Zhuo'er, give me your hand, let me examine it."

"Yes."

Bai Luohua took his hand, and for some reason, Chen Zhuo's hand trembled slightly upon contact.
It is said that women are made of water, and this aunt was a prime example; her skin was soft and smooth,
enough to stir any desire.

Chen Zhuo's heart stirred, and he blushed slightly at the allure he felt.

Bai Luohua seemed oblivious to all this. She was meticulously examining Chen Zhuo's internal
condition with her slender, jade-like fingers. After a short while, she slightly frowned, "You said you weren't in a hurry? What's wrong with your disordered pulse?"

Chen Zhuo lowered his head and said apologetically, "Zhuo'er knows his mistake."

Stealing a glance at Bai Luohua's expression, he whispered, "Zhuo'er didn't mean to deceive Aunt."

Bai Luohua's expression softened slightly upon hearing this, and she said, "Right now, our relationship shouldn't be known to outsiders. Even
within the sect, only the sect leader knows about our relationship. Therefore, I can't openly stay by your side to take care of you." "
You must take good care of yourself. Remember, when cultivating the 'Heavenly Awakening Technique,' you must not be too hasty."

Chen Zhuo nodded and said, "Zhuo'er understands."

Bai Luohua knew her nephew's temperament all too well; once he made up his mind about something good,
nothing could sway him. She only sighed slightly, took out a small bottle from her bosom, and said, "This is Spirit Toad Dew, which is
beneficial to your meridians and is also a wonderful medicine used by cultivators to solidify their foundation."

Chen Zhuo stared at the bottle in front of him, then a warm current surged in his heart, and he whispered, "Aunt, I
..."

The Tianxuan Palace collapsed in an instant, and everyone pushed it down when the wall fell. He hadn't felt much warmth on Yunhua Peak. Perhaps
in the eyes of other disciples, this Spirit Toad Dew was extremely precious, making them yearn for it, but in Chen Zhuo's eyes, what was truly
precious was Bai Luohua's care. This aunt had obviously come prepared, which showed that
Bai Luohua had been secretly watching over him without his knowledge.

"Please accept this quickly. My sister is gone, so naturally I must take care of you in her place," Bai Luohua
said softly.

After Chen Shangze's death, Chen Zhuo's mother, Bai Shi, was heartbroken and soon followed her husband,
leaving Chen Zhuo alone.

Chen Zhuo then accepted the Spirit Toad Dew and bowed solemnly.

Bai Luohua waved her hand and said, "Firstly, you are my nephew, and it is my duty to take care of you. Secondly,
although the Tianxuan Palace has been abolished, its legacy has been inherited by you. If I cannot protect you now, I will
be letting down your parents and the old members of the Tianxuan Palace."

After leaving the back mountain, Chen Zhuo went straight back to his house, drank the Spirit Toad Dew given to him by Bai Luohua, and began
to meditate and regulate his breathing.

After a night, his meridians felt refreshed and invigorated, and the seeds of trouble he had sown for momentary pleasure were completely gone.
His disappearance surprised and moved Chen Zhuo. He knew that his aunt must have
put a lot of effort into treating the invisible and intangible injuries in his body. It is said that it is better to give help in times of need than to add flowers to brocade. At this time, even
the slightest kindness would warm Chen Zhuo's heart, let alone Bai Luohua's gentle care.

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