Records of the Goddess Qiongming, Volumes 1-3

Chapter 1. That year, a young girl
named Ye Linyuan awoke in a quiet, dark room, a rusty sword beside her. Ancient
bronze lamps were embedded in the stone walls, the paintings intricate and well-preserved, lifelike,
without a trace of peeling.
Clad in simple white robes, his young face, in the dim light, was as delicate as a maiden's.
He gazed at the rusty, lifeless ancient sword, remaining silent for a long time before finally letting out a soft
sigh : "Like a fish in the abyss, I've finally been swallowed by it."
He pushed open the stone door and stepped into the light.
On this day, the mansion, sealed for five hundred years, finally opened. A gentle breeze brushed his face, slightly astringent and cold.
The waters and mountains flowed into his heart; five hundred years had been a grand dream. He awoke as if from a dream, silently contemplating the insights gained from his five hundred years
of seclusion .
The mountains were high, towering into the clouds; birdsong could be heard, as could
the sound of waterfalls and streams cascading through the mist like shattered jade.
The boy gazed at the stream cascading from the stone wall, at the deep white clouds, lost in thought.
He looked at his hands and smiled helplessly: "Five hundred years of cultivation, all gone to water and clouds?" After saying this
, he began to cough incessantly, the sound jarring in the silent valley.
After coughing for a long time, he finally looked up at the green mountain shrouded in clouds—the mother peak of Chaoduan Peak,
even more majestic and towering than its offspring, solitary and verdant. His gaze was filled with fervor, confusion, resentment, and
finally, even fear.
Five hundred years ago, he had reached the peak of the Tong Sheng realm. Finally, he had a fortuitous opportunity, a chance to reach
a realm . He had then entered a five-hundred-and-twenty-year seclusion on Chaoduan Peak. Now, he had emerged from seclusion ahead of schedule, only to find that
the boundless magical power of his Tong Sheng realm had vanished completely. However, his cultivation level had greatly increased, and he was on the verge of crossing that
threshold. His youthful appearance was the best proof of this. After tempering his body and refining his spirit, cleansing himself of impurities,
his form returned to the simplicity of a young man.
But what difference was there between possessing a high level of cultivation without the power to wield magic, and being a cripple?
He needed twenty years to resolve the problems that had arisen within him.
He slowly descended the cliff. The cliff remained the same, both the stone path and the scenery unchanged from five hundred years ago.
However, the mortal world was not like the changing landscape; the human condition was far more complex than a monotonous cycle of landscapes
. The worldly affairs had undergone tremendous changes, and he didn't know where it had reached.
As he descended the steps, he could clearly feel spiritual energy slowly
flowing . It was like a stream slowly flowing into a dried-up, cracked seabed. Although it was just a drop in the ocean, all rivers eventually flow to
the sea, and one day it would be full. He slowed his pace and began to deduce.
Some people compare the human world to a chessboard. But the affairs of the human world are far more complex than playing chess; even the most skilled
in calculation and reasoning can only calculate a rough outline.
His steps slowed further and further until he stopped.
After leaving the area protected by the self-imposed restrictions of Chaoduan Peak, he heard voices. His
deductions were abruptly interrupted, which annoyed him.
Not far away, a woman stood indistinctly. Through the shadows of the trees and flowers, her black and white robes exuded an
ancient charm, like an elusive, graceful figure amidst the mountains and rivers. Ye Linyuan's body trembled slightly; he felt this
figure was strangely familiar. Just as he was pondering, a man's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Five hundred years have passed, and Fairy Pei still remembers me so fondly? These days, I've been living at the foot of the mountain, and I often
see Fairy Pei riding her sword, her ethereal figure lingering outside Chaoduan Peak. I greatly admire her."
Only then did Ye Linyuan notice a thin, middle-aged man in black and white Taoist robes standing opposite the young woman.
"Fairy Pei…she is…" Ye Linyuan's lips curled into a silent smile. He hadn't expected fate to be so coincidental; he
had just emerged from seclusion and immediately encountered his most promising disciple from five hundred years ago, Pei Yuhan.
Pei Yuhan coldly replied, "What business is it of your Yin Yang Pavilion what my Sword Sect does?"
The man sneered, "Fairy Pei truly lives up to her title as the foremost female swordswoman of the Xuanyuan Dynasty
. Women who dare to roam the world with their swords are now few and far between."
Pei Yuhan simply said, "I hope you can still speak like this twenty years from now."
The man burst into wild laughter, "Twenty years? Do you think that person can really emerge from seclusion? Don't be naive. Now the whole
world knows that…"
Before he could finish, a sword light illuminated the green mountains. In a mere instant, the tip of Pei Yuhan's sword was pressed against the
man's throat.
She calmly said, "If I hear you slander my master again, I will kill you."
The man remained completely unmoved. He said calmly, "Pei Yuhan, Pei Yuhan, although my cultivation is far inferior to yours,
others may not know, but I do know that you are now merely..."
Suddenly, the Daoist from the Yin-Yang Pavilion's expression sharpened, and he turned to look into the forest, his gaze like lightning: "Who's
there ?"
Ye Linyuan was slightly startled. He had just emerged from seclusion and hadn't yet mastered the art of concealing his aura, yet he had been discovered
.
Pei Yuhan's gaze also turned in this direction. Helpless, Ye Linyuan had no choice but to slowly walk out of the forest. Looking at the two people
before him , he thought for a moment, then bowed and said, "Greetings to the two immortal masters."
Pei Yuhan looked at him, who had already raised his head, and frowned slightly, asking, "Which immortal sect are you a disciple of?"
Ye Linyuan looked at his former disciple. She was so beautiful now, with a delicate and elegant face,
her hair , a wooden hairpin inserted at an angle, and her impeccably tailored black and white sword attire accentuating her proud and upright figure. It was as if she were a
sword standing in the forest, all the scenery of the mountains and rivers losing its sharpness. He felt gratified; his first disciple
had not only grown even more beautiful but had also crossed the threshold of swordsmanship. It was a pity he couldn't acknowledge her at this moment
.
Ye Linyuan looked at Pei Yuhan and calmly said, "I have no sect or aristocratic affiliation. I am an illegitimate
son of the Lin family of the Xuanyuan Dynasty. My name is Lin Xuanyan."
Five hundred years ago, to prevent any unforeseen circumstances, he had already laid many remedies; this identity
had been designed five hundred years ago. From then on, the once-powerful Ye Linyuan died, and the one who lived was
a white-robed youth named Lin Xuanyan.
Pei Yuhan looked at him and suddenly said, "Are you willing to cultivate with me and pursue the path of the sword?"
Lin Xuanyan was startled, thinking, "Is my first disciple so casual in accepting disciples?" At this moment,
the middle-aged man from the Yin-Yang Pavilion let out a series of sharp laughs: "I didn't expect the dignified Fairy Pei to be so... so
desperate ? Hahaha, is your Sword Sect really so desperate to recruit anyone? Just a casual encounter on the roadside..."
"You want everyone?"
Pei Yuhan ignored his sarcasm and asked again, "Are you willing?"
The man grinned and suddenly said, "Young Master Lin, don't be so quick to agree. I am
Ji Xiu, the Fourth Elder of the Yin Yang Pavilion. Although my strength isn't outstanding, my status in the Yin Yang Pavilion is quite extraordinary. Would this young master be
willing to come with me to cultivate in the Yin Yang Pavilion?"
Pei Yuhan's expression turned stern, her gaze like a sword. The elder who called himself Ji Xiu laughed, "What, is Fairy Pei
unhappy ? I, Ji Xiu, am going to compete with you for her."
Ji Xiu continued, "You must know the status of my Yin Yang Pavilion in the Xuanyuan Dynasty, right? Now,
Fairy Pei 's sect has long since declined and is struggling to survive. Regardless of your talent or aptitude, entering the Sword Sect is a
terrible choice."
Lin Xuanyan really wanted to tell him that he really didn't know.
Pei Yuhan coldly said, "Ji Xiu, do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"
Ji Xiu stretched his neck and sneered, as if to say, "Come on then. " In his mind,
no could resist the temptation of becoming a disciple of the Yin-Yang Pavilion.
Moreover, these illegitimate sons, possessing only outward appearances, were most thirsty for power. His reluctance to immediately agree was probably just to give
face . Regardless of this person's aptitude, he couldn't let Pei Yuhan take him away; doing so would be blatantly suppressing
her.
Pei Yuhan sheathed her sword and stood looking at Lin Xuanyan. She herself had lost confidence and could only let out a barely
audible sigh.
Just as she was about to leave on her sword, Lin Xuanyan suddenly looked at her and slowly said, "I'll go with you."
Pei Yuhan's delicate body trembled, looking at him incredulously.
Ji Xiu's eyes widened even more, looking at him with the eyes of someone looking at a madman or an idiot, as if this were
the most incomprehensible thing in the world. His face contorted with rage, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Do you know
what you've missed?"
he sneered. "You're such a greenhorn! The Sword Sect is a dead end for you. It's true today, and it will be true twenty years from now
. You refuse to take the path to the Great Dao. If you want to die, I won't stop you. Next time we meet, I'll personally skin
you alive!"
Lin Xuanyan ignored him. He slowly walked to Pei Yuhan's side. At this moment, his youthful height only reached
Pei Yuhan's shoulder. The girl he used to pamper and pat on the head was now taller than him. He suddenly
felt incredibly uncomfortable.
He looked at Pei Yuhan and said, "Take me to the Sword Sect."
...
The Cold Palace Sword Sect is located at the southern end of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, built on Guixue Peak, near the Moon Sea.
This world is called Qiongming Realm, roughly divided into four forces: the human continental dynasty, the Xuanyuan Dynasty,
the Lost City surrounded by the Moon Sea for nine thousand miles to the south, the home of the Silver Moon Elf Clan, and the Northern Region, which has always been
divided . There was also
the floating island , towering above the mortal realm and gathering the most ascended beings of the ninth realm and above .
The Cold Palace Sword Sect, founded by Pei Yuhan, was one of the six major sects of the Xuanyuan Dynasty.
Pei Yuhan didn't say much while traveling with Lin Xuanyan on their swords, only explaining
the sect's general structure and things to be aware of. Simple and trivial.
The Cold Palace Sword Sect was vast, but upon entering, one could only feel its desolation.
The biting wind chilled them to the bone as they traveled on their swords. Although Pei Yuhan had provided much protection, his
frail body still succumbed to the cold. He suddenly remembered how he had once carried her on swords in the same way,
but he hadn't been as meticulous as Pei Yuhan. He had left her half-frozen, and the little girl
, stubborn as ever, hadn't uttered a sound the entire way.
Recalling these old memories, a slight smile crept onto his lips.
A sword light appeared before the Cold Palace, clear and stunning. Pei Yuhan sheathed her sword. Lin Xuanyan looked up, his gaze
slowly rising until it landed on the two large, azure
characters carved from cold jade: Cold Sword. The Cold Palace was serene and radiant. Pei Yuhan led him into the palace. Sword energy crisscrossed above the palace gates, flashing with cold light
. Anyone new to the martial arts world would surely be captivated by such a chilling aura. However, Lin Xuanyan remained remarkably calm.
This stunningly beautiful young woman, considered the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the Xuanyuan Dynasty, gazed at Lin Xuanyan and slowly spoke: "I don't
know why you want to follow me in cultivating the sword. Perhaps it's a deep love for the sword, or perhaps it's just a momentary impulse, a lack of careful consideration. But
whatever the reason, once you step through this door with me, you will be my disciple. Your life will
be inextricably linked to the sword, becoming one with it. Are you willing?"
Lin Xuanyan looked at her quietly, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
Pei Yuhan sighed softly and patted his shoulder. "It was really too much
of a burden for you to make such a hasty decision so quickly. It's my fault, not your fault. If you change your mind now, I can escort you down the mountain."
Lin Xuanyan shook his head. "It's not because of that."
Pei Yuhan's slender, beautiful face furrowed slightly, waiting for him to continue.
Lin Xuanyan scratched his head for no apparent reason, stammering, "I'm willing to pursue the way of the sword, but
... can I not call you Master?"
The girl who used to pester him to call her Master was now the one he had to call Master, and he still
found it hard to adjust.
Pei Yuhan asked in confusion, "Why?"
Lin Xuanyan quickly made up an excuse: "I once had a Master who taught me to read and write, but he
passed away . I deeply respect my Master, and I don't want to find another Master anytime soon."
Pei Yuhan looked into his eyes, their clear, beautiful gazes meeting. She seemed to be trying to determine if Lin Xuanyan
was lying. After a moment, she said softly, "Please accept my condolences."
With that, she turned and took Lin Xuanyan's sleeve, leading him into the Cold Palace. Lin Xuanyan stepped over the
not-so-high threshold.
One step across, and he was in the first of the nine realms of swordsmanship.
For most ordinary people, the first realm was an insurmountable barrier, a chasm that would last a lifetime. But to
him, it was merely a low threshold.
Pei Yuhan didn't notice his change.
Upon entering the Cold Jade Hall, a pair of dashing young men and women dressed in plain sword robes approached Pei Yuhan,
bowing respectfully: "Greetings, Master."
These were the only two remaining disciples of the vast Cold Palace Sword Sect.
Pei Yuhan introduced them simply: "His name is Zhao Nian, your second senior brother. Her name is Yu Xiaotang, your eldest
senior sister . You are the third disciple of the Cold Palace."
Lin Xuanyan was silent for a moment, then said, "I haven't yet acknowledged you as my master."
Just as the boy named Zhao Nian was about to speak, the pretty girl Yu Xiaotang angrily said, "What?
You look down on our Sword Sect! You want to cultivate those evil paths too? Then don't come here, the future outside
is bright ."
Lin Xuanyan looked at the angry girl with puffed-out cheeks and felt that she was very much like Yu Han from back then. He was
not fond of talking , so for a moment he didn't know what to say.
Pei Yu Han broke the awkwardness and said softly, "His name is Lin Xuanyan. There is another reason why he doesn't call me Master, it's not because he has
any heretical views on the Sword Sect. You two should get along well in the future, don't bully him. By the way, Xuanyan, come with me
to the main hall later, I will explain the introductory mental cultivation method to you."
As they were talking, a pure white flake drifted down from the gray sky.
The autumn wind had dissipated, and the trees were yellow.
It was the first snow of early winter.
Yu Xiaotang smiled, opened her palm, bit her lip, and caught a snowflake. The snowflake vanished in an instant,
but she still exclaimed joyfully, "It's snowing! It's snowing!"
More and more snowflakes fell from the leaden clouds, fluttering down among the layered green mountains.
Zhao Nian looked at the snowflakes filling the sky and murmured, "Winter Solstice."
Pei Yuhan and Lin Xuanyan watched the leisurely snowflakes falling from the sky, seemingly thinking of some past events, and
remained silent.
That winter… Lin Xuanyan suddenly smiled and opened his palm. A snowflake landed in his palm. He closed his fingers and grasped
the snowflake.
At this moment, he stepped into the second realm of swordsmanship.
……………
"Swordsmanship, like other paths, is divided into nine realms, with each three realms being a threshold. Reaching the seventh realm
or above allows one to enter that lofty floating island. Above the ninth realm is the Transformation Realm. My current realm is
the Transformation Realm ." The Transformation Realm is the true Grandmaster Realm, a supreme existence capable of establishing a sect wherever one goes.
However, Pei Yuhan spoke with extreme calmness, not feigned modesty, but genuine composure. "Beyond
the Transcendent Realm lies the Saintly Realm."
She paused, then added, "My master is a sword cultivator at the peak of the Saintly Realm."
She remained calm as she said this, but Lin Xuanyan could tell she was feigning composure.
Lin Xuanyan deliberately asked, "Where is your master now?"
Pei Yuhan looked at him with a strange expression. Her tone carried a hint of pride: "The whole
world knows my master is Ye Linyuan. Five hundred years ago, he was the most talented sword cultivator on the entire continent. Five hundred years ago,
my master obtained a great opportunity and went into seclusion at Chaoduan Peak. When I saw you at Chaoduan Peak, I thought you knew
about my master."
Lin Xuanyan shook his head and said, "I was born in a remote place, so I don't know."
Pei Yuhan simply said, "My master is the person I respect most."
Lin Xuanyan found it both amusing and endearing. He wanted to tell her that he was her most respected master, Ye
Linyuan, and then affectionately ruffle her hair like before. However, considering various factors, he
withdrew .
Pei Yuhan looked at Lin Xuanyan and said, "Now I will impart to you the basic sword techniques of the Cold Palace. You must memorize them immediately."
"Okay."
Pei Yuhan continued, "Memorizing the incantation is easy. But truly crossing that threshold and entering the inner sanctum
is extremely difficult. If you cannot reach the first realm within three months, then you will basically have no chance with the sword path. At that time, your
coming and going will be up to you."
Lin Xuanyan nodded and only said "okay."
After leaving the Cold Jade Palace, Yu Xiaotang walked up, looked him up and down, and said, "Junior Brother, you
are quite handsome."
Lin Xuanyan did not refute his junior brother's statement. Five hundred years ago, he had heard far too many compliments. Now,
being praised by a naive young girl, he only felt a little novel.
Yu Xiaotang poked him and said somewhat displeased, "Your senior sister is talking to you. How dare you ignore her?"
Lin Xuanyan could only say, "I know I am handsome."
He did not like to talk, so he was not very good at interacting with people.
Yu Xiaotang's eyes widened. Her eyes were deep and clear, like freshly made ink,
making one want to look again and again. "Wow, junior brother, I didn't expect you to be so narcissistic."
"..."
Yu Xiaotang patted her newly grown chest and said, "You can ask me any questions you have.
If you're bullied down the mountain, I can avenge you."
Lin Xuanyan did have many questions, such as the one he most wanted to ask: why has the most glorious sword path of five hundred years ago
fallen to this state?
But he didn't speak. He only said, "Thank you, senior sister."
Although those questions were big,
they were unimportant to him now that his sword heart had reached the half-step of the Hidden Realm. No matter what earth-shattering changes had occurred in the past five hundred years, as long as he endured for twenty years, he
could revive the sword path. But...
looking at the snow falling all around, he suddenly missed his fiancée.
Xia Qianzhen, the Holy Maiden of the Floating Island Divine King Palace.
Five hundred years have passed, are you alright?
The snow at the palace entrance fell higher and higher.
A vast expanse of white obscured the distant mountains and nearby trees, piling up little by little on the already snow-white bricks and tiles. From afar, it resembled
a cold, ethereal palace. In this singular color between heaven and earth, Pei Yuhan, draped in a white velvet-trimmed red cloak, stood
in the wind and snow. She didn't use magic to block the snowflakes, letting them fall onto her chiseled shoulders, dampening her
long, dark hair.
They resembled tiny flowers on a waterfall, or plum blossoms under a starry sky.
A black and white sword light bloomed around her, and countless sword lights flashed within the cold palace. Those
distinct black and white sword lights seemed like the flowing ribbons of her dress, or like the way her eyes surveyed the world.
The swirling snowflakes were also illuminated by the black and white colors.
Lin Xuanyan stood before the palace, suddenly turning to gaze. The sky full of sword lights illuminated his eyes. In the past
, he would have thought these sword lights were too simplistic, the way the sword energy was channeled too easily, and the speed of the sword strikes not
sharp enough.
But now, he only felt they were beautiful. Just like the girl wielding her sword energy.
Zhao Nian appeared behind him without him noticing, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "It looks good, doesn't it?"
Lin Xuanyan looked at him calmly and said, "It looks very good."
Zhao Nian slowly said, "I don't know who you are, or if you're a spy sent by some sect, but
if you dare to harm my master, I will kill you with my own hands."
Lin Xuanyan ignored him and slowly left the main hall.
The following month passed peacefully and simply; he no longer needed to practice swordsmanship. He had practiced
countless sword techniques, swinging his sword millions of times a day. Every trajectory and energy flow was ingrained in his mind. For
him, daydreaming was more meaningful than practicing swordsmanship.
During this month, Pei Yuhan diligently taught them swordsmanship. Zhao Nian was highly perceptive and learned quickly. Yu Xiaotang
was not inferior either, but this young girl was somewhat restless. Lin Xuanyan remained calm and composed; his
swordsmanship beautiful, but Yu Xiaotang always mocked it as mere showmanship.
However, on this day, Pei Yuhan did not teach them swordsmanship. The snow in the Cold Palace had not yet stopped, and the world was still covered in
a light color.
Lin Xuanyan casually spread out the book he had compiled in his youth, "The Principles of the Initial Flow of Sword Qi," on the table. The book
was written simply, but its content was far from simple. But regardless of its simplicity, he did not want to read it.
Because he remembered every single word in the book, even the height of the strokes.
After a period of boredom, he pushed open the small side room door and wandered aimlessly through the cold palace.
Night fell, and the snow deepened.
Looking at the snow illuminated by the moonlight, he suddenly looked up at the magnificent palaces, his expression somewhat bewildered. He
realized something he had never considered before: he was lost.
Unconsciously, he arrived before a palace.
A faint glow emanated from within. He stopped, looking at the two characters "Azure Heaven" engraved on the palace walls, and
suddenly realized that this was Yu Han's palace.
Lights flickered within the Azure Heaven Palace, casting a dim, yellowish glow.
He reached the palace entrance and finally stopped. He heard a strange sound. Unsure, he
listened intently at the door. After a month of cultivation, although his magical power was still weak, he had already achieved
a high level of concealment of his aura.
He heard soft moans coming from inside.
He wondered if he was mistaken.
This was the Azure Heaven Palace; it must be Pei Yu Han's voice.
The sound was low and faint, like water flowing silently beneath pebbles, like snow falling silently on the sword-slaying platform.
Yet he could hear it clearly, distinctly, like thunderclaps exploding in his ears, for he also
heard a man's voice.
He listened intently to the sounds from inside the room, his face paling slightly. This was the first time since emerging from seclusion that he felt his Dao
heart tremble. He quickly calmed himself, his outstretched hand hesitating before pushing the door open. After a long internal struggle,
he finally gently pushed the door open a crack. The bright, serene light, mingled with the soft moans, fell onto
the snow , appearing even clearer.
The moans were extremely pleasant to hear, enough to stir any fantasies in anyone. But he felt a sense of unease.
Just as he hesitated whether to push the door open a little wider, he suddenly heard a series of slapping sounds—
the sounds of flesh colliding. As the slapping intensified, the previously low
moans became more rapid, though still clearly suppressed, they could no longer be held back.
Who on earth was toying with their own disciple inside? Logically, Pei Yuhan should have long since achieved a clear sword mind;
how could worldly desires possibly affect her?
Unable to suppress his intense curiosity, he slowly pushed the door, already ajar, further forward.
His vision widened; fortunately, the Biluo Palace wasn't large, and pushing the door a quarter open revealed almost half
the palace's layout.
The first thing he saw was a screen illuminated by lamplight. The screen, as thin as gauze, consisted of four panels: one depicting
a crane carrying flowers, another a fairy washing silk, a phoenix amidst auspicious clouds, and a celestial being washing his sword. The paintings on the screen
were exquisitely delicate, radiating a captivating spiritual charm. However, his gaze didn't linger on the patterns; instead, it fell upon
the swaying figures on the screen. Illuminated by these figures, a man stood upright on the screen, while
behind , a woman's half-revealed projection was visible.
The candlelight flickered slightly, and the shadowy projection on the window
swayed with the sounds of flesh colliding and the woman's sweet moans.
The man thrust in and out of the woman beneath him relentlessly.
"Pei Yuhan, you're supposed to be the top swordsman of this prefecture, how can you be so weak? I've only moved a few
times, and you're already so wet down there? What kind of Cold Palace Swordsman are you? It seems you're just a name without substance, nothing more than
a bitch for men to fuck." The man cackled.
Yuhan… it really was Yuhan, the one lying on the embroidered couch being fucked was indeed Yuhan.
That voice sounded familiar. After a while, he suddenly felt dizzy. That voice
…
Pei Yuhan coldly said, "Ji Xiu, what exactly does your sect leader want to discuss with you? Hmm… if it's
important , say it first. We can deal with the rest later."
That man was none other than Ji Xiu, the middle-aged man he'd met at the foot of the mountain that day. How could a vulgar man like Ji Xiu be worthy of Yu
Han? He would feel it was a defilement if Yu Han even spoke a few words to him, yet at this moment, Yu Han was being
wantonly played with by such a man, who was even thrusting in and out of her vagina? What was the reason for this?
Ji Xiu chuckled, "I don't like the way you talk. Don't you understand your current status in the Xuanyuan
Dynasty and your own situation? If you still want to protect the Sword Sect, then serve me properly and
stop acting so cold."
After saying this, he increased the intensity of his thrusts, and the entire fragrant bed shook and creaked under his ministrations
.
At this moment, Lin Xuanyan had already entered the room. He quietly closed the door and went around to the back of the screen.
The room was simply yet exquisitely decorated. Incense burned on the black jade desk, and the only light illuminating the room came from five identical bronze lamps
shaped like cups held by maids. The candlelight flickered and danced, carrying a warm fragrance.
A simple bamboo blind hung by the window, its light, like the candlelight, cast dappled shadows that fell on the bookshelves like
beautiful snowflakes. Lin Xuanyan then realized that the room's layout was exactly
the same .
But he didn't have the energy to think about it too much, as the sounds inside grew increasingly intense, even making him
blush. He tried to calm himself, using his spiritual power to bypass the screen, finally escaping its view and witnessing
a scene he would never forget.
What came into view were two pale, naked bodies.
The person rushing forward with his back to him was none other than Ji Xiu, whom he had seen at the foot of the mountain that day!
His back blocked the view of the beauty in front of him, leaving only two long, taut but parted legs
and slightly curled, delicate toes visible beside the sandalwood bed. The legs twitched slightly with Ji Xiu's powerful thrusts, the slapping
sounds impossible for him to ignore.
Ji Xiu, his hands gripping the beauty's round, pert buttocks, grinned and said, "Weren't you
very proud when I saw you at the foot of the mountain that day? You even pointed your sword at me? What? Where's your arrogance now? Are you too good to talk because you're being fucked
?"
The beautiful swordswoman beneath him made soft moaning sounds. She had spent the first half of her life lying on the fragrant couch, her
black and white sword attire already stripped off and hanging on a rack to the side. Pei Yuhan's voice was flat, even though
she was wet from being fucked, she still responded coldly, "Stop talking nonsense."
Ji Xiu stiffened slightly, a hint of displeasure in his voice. He raised his hand high and
brought it down heavily on her snow-white, delicate buttocks. Lin Xuanyan couldn't see the details of this scene, but he heard a very crisp sound of a slap hitting
her buttocks and Pei Yuhan's low groan. The blow was quite heavy, and he imagined that
a light red handprint should have left a mark on her buttocks.
Ji Xiu said angrily, "I don't like the way you talk to me. Do you really think you're still that fairy?
Your little hole has been played with by so many people, and you still dare to be so arrogant? Who are you trying to impress? Is it for your stupid master whose fate
is unknown ? Hiss..."
Ji Xiu suddenly gasped, letting out an extremely comfortable sound: "I didn't expect
your little hole to tighten up when your master was mentioned? If he really comes out of seclusion in twenty years and sees his beloved disciple in this state
, I wonder what he will think?"
Pei Yuhan gripped the bedsheets tightly with both hands, gritting her teeth as she replied, "Shut up! You..." "
Slap, slap, slap,"
Ji Xiu raised his hand and slapped her delicate buttocks three times heavily, silencing the rest of her words. He
laughed loudly , "What kind of female sword immortal is she? Isn't she just destined to be penetrated and have her breasts played with? Quickly moan a couple of times so I can hear it,
or I'll beat your ass to a pulp today."
Asking her to moan and groan was something she would absolutely refuse. How could Yuhan agree to such an impudent request?
But to Lin Xuanyan's surprise, just a moment later, Pei Yuhan let out two extremely beautiful
cries. The cries sounded somewhat deliberate and a little awkward. But to Ji Xiu's ears, they instantly
ignited all his desires like dry tinder.
He let out a strange cry and suddenly increased the amplitude and force of his thrusts! Powerful and deep, penetrating to the very bottom. With
his wide and sweeping thrusts, Lin Xuanyan could even hear the squelching sounds of their bodies colliding!
"I'll fuck you to death, you bitch fairy!" Ji Xiu's body twisted slightly, his thigh muscles
tensed suddenly, clearly he was also at the peak of orgasm, his body trembling with each thrust.
Pei Yuhan's delicate and lovely toes, being wantonly whipped, curled up tightly, showing that she was also being fucked to the point of ecstasy.
"Mmm... mmm... ugh..." Pei Yuhan gritted her teeth, trying not to let out any moans.
Suddenly, Ji Xiu grabbed her legs and forcefully spread them apart. Pei Yuhan's legs were abruptly pried open,
and already on the verge of climax, she cried out as her body was suddenly subjected to this manipulation.
After that cry, Ji Xiu held her legs with both hands, almost forcing them into a single shape, thus
completely exposing her delicate, pink vulva to him. Once Pei Yuhan opened her mouth, it was difficult for her to close it again;
like a dam breached by a flood, she could no longer control herself, emitting many cries that were indistinguishable between pleasure and
pain.
After about a dozen thrusts, Ji Xiu reached his peak, his voice trembling as he said, "I'm going to ejaculate
inside !"
Pei Yuhan had no strength to stop him; she was already consumed by overwhelming lust, her entire body
drenched . Where was the image of the Cold Palace Sword Immortal? Ji Xiu relentlessly pounded into Pei Yuhan's snow-white buttocks, then suddenly
stopped , pressing himself tightly against her body. Pei Yuhan's soft, upturned buttocks were squeezed tightly, his
penis and Pei Yuhan's honey hole fused together.
"Ah... let go... um... ah... no..." Pei Yuhan was already too exhausted to speak.
Her legs were lowered, and she lay weakly on the bed, seemingly on her side.
At this moment, Lin Xuanyan was hiding in the shadows behind the bookshelf, watching this live sex show. From his current perspective
, he could see Pei Yuhan's sideways posture, and even the rosy
buds on her firm breasts.
Ji Xiu, panting, pulled out his penis, and the snow-white semen slowly overflowed from her pink vaginal opening,
looking utterly lewd. Pei Yuhan's delicate buttocks were covered with crimson handprints. She was already limp and powerless,
but she still managed to prop herself up on her elbows, slowly asking, "What exactly did you come here for today
? What message does your sect leader want you to convey?"
Ji Xiu, who had just finished his pleasure, ignored her, only clicking his tongue in admiration, "Pei Fairy's tender hole is indeed incredibly
tight . It's such a waste to use such a good body for sword cultivation, perhaps..."
Pei Yuhan coldly replied, "I don't have time to talk to you about that.
" Ji Xiu angrily slapped her buttocks, his expression fierce, "Don't talk to me like that."
Pei Yuhan winced in pain, but her expression remained icy.
Ji Xiu scoffed, "Nothing serious. Isn't it a big deal that I want to fuck your little hole?"
Pei Yuhan stared at him coldly, remaining silent.
Ji Xiu then said, "Alright, alright, our sect leader summoned me to give you this."
He took out what looked like a letter from his robes and handed it to Pei Yuhan. "This was something our sect leader
fought for you, but whether you can save the Sword Sect depends on yourself."
Pei Yuhan's voice finally softened: "Please thank your sect leader for me."
Ji Xiu's gaze lingered on her naked, delicate body. Pei Yuhan's beauty was renowned as
one of the four great beauties of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and now, she was even more breathtaking. He only wanted to pin her down and cherish her.
Pei Yuhan naturally understood his meaning, but she said, "It's getting late. You should go back and report
. Yuhan has some other things to do."
Ji Xiu snorted coldly: "If the sect leader hadn't given other instructions, I really wanted to fuck you all night. I'd rather lose all my cultivation than not fuck you until you begged for
mercy ."
Pei Yuhan ignored his lewd words and simply said, "Yuhan won't see me off any further."
Ji Xiu chuckled lewdly, reaching out to touch Pei Yuhan's soft, firm breasts, his fingers
not forgetting to pinch the nipples. He sneered, "Fairy Pei...we'll have a long time to meet again."
... Only
after Ji Xiu left did Pei Yuhan put on a thin garment. She turned to a
corner in the darkness and calmly said, "Come out."
Lin Xuanyan sighed. His current magical power was indeed far from enough to prevent a
powerful cultivator at the Transcendent Realm from detecting his aura.
He stepped out of the shadows, looking at the stunningly beautiful girl who had been wantonly violated by that lowly man from the Yin-Yang Pavilion.
At this moment, he found it hard to reconcile her appearance with that of his disciple from five hundred years ago. He wanted to ask
why , but he didn't know how to begin.
Pei Yuhan's thin garment wasn't buttoned up properly, so her flat stomach and a glimpse of
her .
Pei Yuhan, while buttoning her clothes to conceal the glimpses of her genitals, looked at Lin Xuanyan and asked, "You
saw everything?"
Lin Xuanyan glanced one last time at the still-squirm, semen-covered genitals, lowered his eyelashes, and looked away
. He looked at Pei Yuhan and said, "If I said I didn't see anything, would you believe me?"
Chapter Two, Snow and the Little Sword.
Pei Yuhan looked at him, her slender fingers deftly finishing buttoning her clothes. She said expressionlessly, "I don't
believe you ."
Lin Xuanyan asked, "Then do you want to kill me to silence me?"
Pei Yuhan smiled involuntarily, while using a small handkerchief embroidered with white cranes... Wiping
her filthy, whitish lower body, the red marks on her skin gradually faded, revealing a pale pink hue to her snow-white skin. She didn't
look at Lin Xuanyan, but shook her head, saying, "Master said, a sword isn't for slaughtering the weak."
Lin Xuanyan thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Why?"
Pei Yuhan replied, "Because of the sword..."
Lin Xuanyan interrupted her quickly, "You know that's not what I'm asking."
Pei Yuhan folded the stained handkerchief neatly and placed it on the edge of the bed. She got up and took a pair of
underpants . Turning around, Lin Xuanyan could see her delicate buttocks and the rosy hue between her thighs. Looking at Pei Yuhan's
crotch, he suddenly felt a surge of blood.
He was startled. He had cultivated his swordsmanship to the point of near oblivion; why did he feel such desire? He could
even hear his own heart pounding. Each beat was like a drumbeat.
Pei Yuhan opened the cabinet and took out a pair of thin silk trousers. "Do they look good?"
Lin Xuanyan's gaze swept over Pei Yuhan's long, slender, and taut legs. He wondered how he hadn't noticed
his disciple's figure before. The scene from earlier kept replaying in his mind. He vaguely guessed the reason,
but he was still somewhat puzzled.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Pei Yuhan turned to look at him and said softly, "I have been a cultivation prodigy since childhood, and
now I have reached the pinnacle. I am the only female sword immortal in the Xuanyuan Dynasty."
Pei Yuhan's aptitude was personally recognized by him, so of course he understood. He didn't know why she
was saying he could only reply, "It's remarkable."
Pei Yuhan sat back on the edge of the bed, slowly raising her jade-like feet to slip them into her undergarments. As she put them on, her voice was hollow
and blank: "But if my master saw me like this, he would be very disappointed."
Lin Xuanyan wholeheartedly agreed, "Perhaps."
Pei Yuhan looked up at him, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears: "You think so too?"
Lin Xuanyan didn't answer again, only repeating his previous question: "Why?"
Pei Yuhan's expression changed slightly, and she smiled sadly: "Didn't anyone talk to you about cultivation when you were in the Lin family
?"
Lin Xuanyan shook his head.
Pei Yuhan said softly, "No wonder you joined the Sword Sect. Don't you know that the Sword Dao is on the verge of extinction?"
Lin Xuanyan remained outwardly calm, but his heart was in turmoil. Why was the number one Sword Dao, which he had single-handedly brought
to prominence associated with extinction?
What exactly happened five hundred years ago?
Pei Yuhan continued, "Han Palace is one of the few remaining sword sects of the Xuanyuan Dynasty. It was once the head of the six major
sects , but that was a long time ago. Now, not only is the orthodox Xuanyuan Dynasty desperately suppressing the sword sects,
but the palace on the floating island has even directly listed the sword sects as evil sects. Although the Transcendent Realm is already very strong, if we really had to
fight against those people, destruction would be just a snap of the fingers."
Lin Xuanyan asked, "How could this be?"
Pei Yuhan hesitated, and finally said quietly, "The matter is too complicated to explain to you. In short,
our sect is now in dire straits. What do you mean by one of the six major sects? It's long since become a mere shell. Ten years ago, our sect had
several hundred people, but now only the three of you are left."
Lin Xuanyan said, "I won't leave."
Pei Yuhan gave him a deep look.
Lin Xuanyan shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with what I saw tonight."
Pei Yuhan suddenly became serious and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter what others do. No matter how much the sword path declines,
I will continue to carry on this flame."
"Why?"
Pei Yuhan put on the black and white robe, and after tying the belt, it outlined her figure even more
slenderly . "Because this is the path my master left me. I must pass it on no matter what."
Lin Xuanyan opened his mouth, and he suddenly felt very guilty. The once lovely girl had grown into a
cold and aloof sword immortal. He was very gratified, but more than that, he was not used to it: "Your master might rather you abandon the sword path
than have you like this now."
Pei Yuhan smiled sadly: "What my master thinks doesn't matter. I am his only disciple, and protecting his path
is the meaning of my existence now."
"What if your master's path is wrong?"
Pei Yuhan said seriously: "His right or wrong is irrelevant to my insistence."
Lin Xuanyan nodded. He was very satisfied with this answer. Then, he asked a
question that had always puzzled him: "You told me last time that your master would emerge from seclusion in twenty years, so why do those people still dare to be
so arrogant in suppressing the sword path?"
Pei Yuhan frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and shook her head: "The suppression of the sword path is
the idea of those people on the floating island. It seems they received some information that can prevent or sabotage my master's emergence from seclusion. Details..."
"No one knows about this."
Lin Xuanyan nodded, thinking, "So that's how it is. Then the one who suppressed the sword path must be..."
He was about to ask again when Pei Yuhan interrupted him, "Just pretend you didn't see what happened tonight. I
won't blame you."
She suddenly remembered something and asked, "How is your sword path training going? I need to check your
progress ."
Lin Xuanyan replied, "I'm rather clumsy and haven't been able to find the right method."
Pei Yuhan sighed, "Cultivation is a gift from heaven. It would be best if you could cross the bridge to immortality, but if
not, don't force it. But you must never give up. If you have any questions about cultivation, feel free to come to Biluo
Palace and ask me."
Lin Xuanyan looked at her dark, watery eyes and suddenly felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He answered seriously, "Yes,
Master ."
Pei Yuhan's expression hardened for a moment, then she smiled, "What? You're willing to call me Master now?"
Lin Xuanyan pursed his lips, trying to suppress his laughter.
Pei Yuhan's smile vanished in an instant. She suddenly lowered her long eyelashes, her expression seemingly pained.
Looking at Lin Xuanyan, her beautiful eyes flickered with a deep sadness, and finally she whispered, "I am unworthy to be a teacher."
Lin Xuanyan shook his head affirmingly, "You are the best teacher."
Hearing this, Pei Yuhan seemed dazed.
She had said the exact same words many, many years ago, only now, the
tall was nowhere to be found in the world.
Lin Xuanyan suddenly pointed to the letter on the bed and asked, "What is that letter from the Yin-Yang Pavilion that you received?
Why did you go to such lengths to obtain it?"
Pei Yuhan explained, "The Xuanyuan Dynasty holds a Trial of the Dao Tournament every five years.
The participants are mainly from the six major sects, though some geniuses from other sects also participate.
The rankings of each Trial of the Dao Tournament determine the rankings of the various sects, so each sect values it highly. Our Sword Sect has already
ranked last among the six major sects four times in a row. According to the rules, if we do this again, the Sword Sect
will be expelled from the Xuanyuan Dynasty."
Pei Yuhan pinched the letter between two fingers and said, "I cannot let the Sword Sect be expelled..." "So I found
Ji Yitian, the head of the Yin-Yang Pavilion. I know he likes me a lot, and... he has a bit of a quirk. So..."
Lin Xuanyan continued, "So you gave yourself to him, and in return, you got this letter that can preserve the Sword Sect's status?"
Pei Yuhan explained, "The head of the Yin-Yang Pavilion is an affiliated sect of the Floating Island Divine King Palace, so his status in the mortal world
is extremely transcendent. If the Sword Sect still doesn't get a good ranking this time, with Ji Yitian's help, we can still
hold on for another five years."
Lin Xuanyan smiled bitterly, "Then what about the remaining three five-year periods? How will you wait until your master comes out of seclusion?"
Pei Yuhan frankly said, "I don't know."
Lin Xuanyan asked again, "What do you mean by a good ranking?"
"Top eight."
Lin Xuanyan has always progressed at a speed that surpasses the world since he began cultivating, so he has a little no
concept of this ranking: "Is it difficult?"
"Nine realms of cultivation, Xiaotang three realms, Zhao Nian four realms. Actually, it's already not easy at this age. But what realm is the most talented teenager in the six
major ?"
Lin Xuanyan shook his head frankly.
Pei Yuhan said, "The seventh realm. Xiao Wang, the genius youth of the Xuanmen, has already reached the seventh realm.
There's a vast chasm between the sixth and seventh realms, but he crossed it at such a young age. I wasn't as good as him when I was his age."
Lin Xuanyan thought to himself, "How could you be worse than him? You're my first disciple."
The lights flickered in the Biluo Palace. Lin Xuanyan looked at Pei Yuhan's snow-white skin slightly exposed at her neckline, and suddenly his heart
stirred. His gaze followed her clothes down; the fabric clung tightly to her full breasts, making them appear plump and firm.
She sat on the bed, the hem of her dress slightly parted, revealing some of her long, slender legs. The slightly voluptuous figure of the young woman, newly matured,
was even more alluring in the dim light of the lamplight. Pei Yuhan, noticing his improper gaze,
subconsciously tugged at her dress, covering her exposed thighs. She asked, slightly annoyed, "What are you looking at?"
Lin Xuanyan smiled and said, "Master is so handsome."
Pei Yuhan looked slightly annoyed and was about to reprimand him when Lin Xuanyan said, "My beautiful master, shall we make
a bet?"
Pei Yuhan asked irritably, "What bet?"
Lin Xuanyan said, "I'll help you get a ranking, and you promise me one thing."
He originally wanted to say "win first place," but he was afraid that if he said that, Pei Yuhan would think he was joking. So he only said "
get a name," but Pei Yuhan still didn't believe him at all.
Pei Yuhan looked at his obviously frail body and laughed angrily, "Who gave you your confidence?"
Lin Xuanyan said helplessly, "Just answer me whether you'll bet or not."
Pei Yuhan looked into his eyes, trying to find some other expression in them, but those eyes were too
clear, and she found nothing. Lin Xuanyan met her gaze frankly. Finally, Pei Yuhan slowly nodded:
"Okay, I promise you."
Lin Xuanyan smiled brightly.
Pei Yuhan's expression suddenly changed: "What if you don't get a ranking?"
Lin Xuanyan's pupils widened slightly, and he said blankly, "I've never thought about that."
...
There are many very high mountains in this world, and the higher the mountain, the higher the status of the sect.
Burning Ash Peak is the second highest mountain in the Xuanyuan Dynasty, second only to the highest peak in the human world, Tidefall Peak.
Burning Ash Peak faces the sea to the east, and day and night, the vast ocean waves crash against the shore with terrifying force.
A , and the corpses of the dead all flowed into the sea, turning into lingering yin energy, so
the sound of the waves crashing sounded like the wails of wronged souls.
A pretty young girl stood on the cliff, looking at the waves surging down below, and also at
the horizon where the sea and sky met at the end of her sight.
The sky was too high and too far, with no end in sight. The sea was too cold and too deep, and the more she looked, the more unsettling it became. She lowered her head,
looking at her black cotton dress that barely reached her knees. A mountain breeze stirred, gently swaying the hem of her skirt, which
rippled softly against her thighs like fine waves. Her snow-white legs were like
the only .
The clear breeze stirred the hair on her forehead and her youthful eyes. Her long hair, reaching her waist, was tied loosely with
a single red strand, and a few strands of black hair fell over her shoulders, ruffling in the evening breeze. Her beautiful
face was utterly serene.
Her long hair was incredibly black, a pure black, blending seamlessly into her dress. Her pupils, too, resembled the dark, surging tides below
the cliff .
In the height of summer, Burning Ash Peak was half leaden gray and half emerald green, like the yin and yang separating life and death,
a sight. But now it was winter, the mountaintop covered in snow, night had fallen, and a chilling wind blew, yet the girl seemed
oblivious to the cold. She loved to come to the mountaintop to gaze into the distance or contemplate.
However, she often felt that the mountain wasn't high enough. Without standing high enough, one couldn't see as far.
Therefore, she had always wanted to visit the legendary Tide-Breaking Peak. But Tide-Breaking Peak was sealed by an incredibly powerful restriction, imprisoning
five hundred people, preventing anyone from entering.
Standing on the cliff, the girl breathed quietly, lost in thought.
Suddenly, a commotion arose in the night, and a similarly black raven appeared
above the clouds. The girl looked towards the sky, reaching out her hand.
The raven let out a sharp cry, tearing through the night like a knife.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, the sea surged ever more swiftly.
The young girl quietly closed her eyes, a faint smile suddenly appearing on her youthful face, like ripples on water.
After an unknown amount of time, a young scholar with rosy lips and white teeth appeared behind her, standing under an umbrella.
Fine covered the blue umbrella. The man said softly, "Miss, time to return to the pavilion."
...
One morning in February. Pei Yuhan saw Lin Xuanyan practicing swordsmanship in the square from afar. His movements were
clumsy, like a child's. She sighed unconsciously.
After hearing the young man's "bold words" that day, a glimmer of hope had ignited in her heart,
but that hope was quickly extinguished by Lin Xuanyan's poor performance.
Sometimes she even wanted to persuade Lin Xuanyan to give up swordsmanship, but the words that came out were just some swordsmanship instructions.
Although, in her opinion, these instructions were dispensable to him. Looking at Lin Xuanyan's pretentious swordsmanship,
what could she do but be angry at his lack of ambition?
Gradually, she began to let Lin Xuanyan roam free, no longer forcing him to practice swordsmanship daily, and instead focusing more on
Zhao Nianxin.
However, she still harbored a lingering, inexplicable affection for Lin Xuanyan. Perhaps it was because he had witnessed that incident
. Although she had long since achieved enlightenment, the fact that her disciple had seen such a thing undoubtedly left her with
some lingering resentment.
To Pei Yuhan's delight, Zhao Nianxin's progress was astonishingly rapid. It was as if he had suddenly attained enlightenment, and in just a few
months, he was already on the verge of entering the fifth realm. If he could truly enter the fifth realm, then there was
a real chance of winning a ranking for the sect. In that case, she wouldn't have to fulfill her promise to Ji Yitian.
Without Pei Yuhan's supervision and constraints, Lin Xuanyan simply stopped pretending to practice. If it weren't to
reassure his precious disciple, he would never have bothered with such a waste of life as swordsmanship.
Similarly, Yu Xiaotang also disliked swordsmanship. Zhao Nian was quiet, so Yu Xiaotang, who was always bored,
liked to come and play with Lin Xuanyan. Unfortunately, Lin Xuanyan also didn't like to talk, but Yu Xiaotang always thought Lin Xuanyan
was very handsome, so she happily came to play with him as well. After a while, they gradually started to chat
.
As always, Lin Xuanyan laid out his self-written beginner's guide to swordsmanship on the table, and closed his
eyes to rest . Yu Xiaotang suddenly pushed the door open and came in. Lin Xuanyan opened his eyes. Yu Xiaotang had somehow gotten to the table.
She looked at the book that was halfway through and gave him a disdainful look. "You
haven't . Humph, if we weren't short of people now, I would have had Master expel you from the sect long ago!"
Lin Xuanyan smiled and said, "Don't underestimate it. There's great wisdom in this book."
Yu Xiaotang said dismissively, "I don't think so. I think you have absolutely no interest in sword practice. You're idle
all day real disservice to our Master's painstaking teaching."
Lin Xuanyan pretended to be surprised and said, "You noticed that? I really don't like sword practice."
Yu Xiaotang asked, "Then what do you like?"
Lin Xuanyan thought for a moment and said, "I like spring rain, summer thunder, autumn wind, winter snow..."
Yu Xiaotang quickly interrupted, "Pah, pah, pah! We practice swordsmanship. Don't be so pretentious and
mysterious ."
Lin Xuanyan added, "Actually, I quite like swords."
"Who would believe you?" Yu Xiaotang said without thinking. "You must have some ulterior motive. Are you
a spy from another sect? You don't seem like it, you're so stupid. So, are you...?"
Yu Xiaotang's eyes suddenly lit up: "Do you like Master?!"
Lin Xuanyan said helplessly, "Why would you think that?"
Yu Xiaotang pouted and said, "That guy Zhao Nian does. He secretly has a crush on our Master.
Otherwise, with his talent, how could he stay in the Sword Sect? Actually, Master probably knows, but she can't do anything about
it. She can only indulge him. Who told me, the senior sister, to be so useless?"
As she spoke, Yu Xiaotang became a little dejected.
Lin Xuanyan reached out and ruffled its head, like petting a kitten: "Your talent is very high, much higher than you
imagine ."
Yu Xiaotang was a little annoyed that her junior brother had patted her head like an elder. She slapped his
hand away, feigning anger, and said, "What do you know? Do you think I don't know my own potential? Being able to cross
the threshold of cultivation is already a blessing I've accumulated over eight lifetimes. I don't even ask to go very far."
Lin Xuanyan said seriously, "Believe me, you can go very far."
Yu Xiaotang pouted, looking at his earnest expression, and suddenly found it somewhat amusing, so she teased him:
"Look at you! At least I know to practice my sword, but what about you? Don't you know to go practice on the sword platform? If Master saw this
, he would at least feel a little more at ease. Sigh, you have no idea how hard Master has worked all these years. Sigh, such
a good person as Master shouldn't have ended up like this. It's all that damned master's master's fault. He created such a damned sword path, and
now he's done for himself, leaving his descendants to clean up his mess."
Lin Xuanyan asked, "Master... Grandmaster did indeed do wrong."
Yu Xiaotang nodded and said, "So what if he's number one in swordsmanship? So what if he's number one in the world? He doesn't deserve to be
Master's master at all!"
"..." Lin Xuanyan suddenly didn't know what to say, so he asked, "Why has swordsmanship declined to this state?
I heard it used to be very glorious."
Yu Xiaotang rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment, then said, "I think I heard Master mention something, it seems someone gave Master..."
"My master set up a deadly trap, but I don't know the specifics. Anyway, the current rulers of Fuyu hate the Sword Sect the most
, and they're using every means to suppress it, both openly and secretly, as if it's a fight to the death. And then our Xuanyuan
Dynasty's dog emperor, in order to curry favor with Fuyu's power, also joined in trying to destroy the Sword Sect. Although my master is
a Grand Sword Immortal of the Transcendent Realm, there's still the Saint Realm above the Transcendent Realm..."
Lin Xuanyan asked, "Who is the ruler of Fuyu?"
Yu Xiaotang scratched his head, "I can't remember, it seems to be someone surnamed Yin..."
Sure enough, it was him. Lin Xuanyan's expression shifted slightly.
He asked again, "The Xuanyuan Dynasty is the largest secular dynasty, so why would it go out of its way to curry favor with Fuyu?"
Yu Xiaotang looked at him in shock and asked, "How out of touch were you before?"
"What's wrong?"
Yu Xiaotang looked at him like he was an idiot: "Don't you know that the Northern Region, which has always been in chaos, saw the emergence of a Demon Lord
ten years ago? He not only unified the Northern Region but also united the forces of the three major demon clans, allowing them to build up their strength and
pose a great threat to the Xuanyuan Dynasty."
Lin Xuanyan asked in confusion, "A Demon Lord?"
Yu Xiaotang rolled his eyes: "It's said that the Demon Lord is incredibly powerful. The dynasty sent many experts to the Northern Region
to gather intelligence, but none of them returned."
As someone who had been to the Northern Region before, he naturally knew how chaotic it was.
The three major demon clans held power, and none of them submitted to the others, with battles frequently breaking out. The three demon kings were all extremely powerful, and the demons were
countless in number. Therefore, even Fuyu couldn't do anything about the Northern Region. Now, a demon has emerged and unified
the Northern Region? Who on earth has such abilities?
Even he suddenly longed to see him.
Suddenly, Yu Xiaotang nudged him and said, "The Trial of Dao is in four months. Are
n't you going to prepare? At least don't embarrass the sect too much."
Lin Xuanyan shook his head and said, "I'm lazy."
Yu Xiaotang gave him a flick on the forehead: "You'll be lazy to death."
Lin Xuanyan scratched his head and smiled: "Actually, I still really like swords."
"Liar, you don't practice at all."
"I'm not lying. If you don't believe me, I'll teach you three sword techniques, guaranteed to be amazing. But you can't tell
Master , okay?"
Unexpectedly, Yu Xiaotang said with a disdainful look: "Who cares?"
Lin Xuanyan asked again: "Are you sure you don't want to learn?"
"..."
A month later.
A book was still lying open on the table. The book was still turned to that page. The midday sun shone through the bamboo window,
the light passing through the sparsely woven curtain, casting rows of dark shadows on the pages.
Lin Xuanyan quietly looked at the words that were not swallowed by the bamboo shadows, and in the dappled light, he slowly breathed.
He closed his eyes, yet the words seemed projected onto his eyelids, magnified infinitely in his vision. He
felt as if he were standing before each word, gazing up at characters he could barely decipher.
The doors and windows were tightly shut. The silent dust in the room suddenly began to move.
He stretched out his fingers and gently traced them in the air, and the pages of the book before him began to turn with his strokes.
The only sound in the silent room was the rustling of turning pages.
Page after page turned, but the shadows that lingered on the pages remained motionless, still obscuring many words.
He leaned back in the bamboo chair, eyes closed, turning the pages, appearing utterly focused, as if he were truly reading.
The book that had remained untouched for a month was quickly finished. Only when the last page fell did he
slowly open his eyes, close the book, and place it on the shelf.
A gust of wind rushed into the quiet room, and the door was suddenly pushed open. Lin Xuanyan turned and saw Yu Xiaotang burst into the room,
a smile on his face.
Yu Xiaotang paused, looking at Lin Xuanyan, sensing something was different, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.
She said "Oh," then suddenly remembered her business and hurriedly said, "Junior Brother, you'd better find somewhere to hide!"
Lin Xuanyan was taken aback: "What's wrong?"
Yu Xiaotang said apologetically, "Just now on the sword platform, I was practicing the sword technique you taught me. That technique is really
strange; I tried several times but couldn't get it right. Then I didn't notice Master was coming..."
Lin Xuanyan said angrily, "She saw your complete sword technique?"
Yu Xiaotang had never seen him angry before; in her memory, her junior brother was always gentle and refined.
She said guiltily, "No, she probably didn't. She probably only saw a move or two. But Master
seemed , asking me who taught me. Master looked very scary then, so I..."
Lin Xuanyan raised his hand high, as if to strike, and Yu Xiaotang instinctively shrank back. After a moment,
Lin Xuanyan could only sigh softly, his hand slowly lowering, finally patting her head. Yu Xiaotang noticed he seemed to
really like touching his head. Just as she was about to ask, she felt Lin Xuanyan's hand
, which had been touching her head, freeze. Lin Xuanyan's gaze went past her shoulder to a figure in white robes standing against the light at the doorway. Her
long hair flowed, her aura was imposing, and her sword-like energy was sharp.
Lin Xuanyan rubbed his forehead, his thumb striking his face, thinking, "Oh no."
Pei Yuhan stood at the door, a long sword at her waist, angrily saying, "Lin Xuanyan, you come out here!"
Lin Xuanyan obediently went out. Pei Yuhan grabbed his clothes and headed towards the sword platform. Yu Xiaotang watched this
scene biting her lip, feeling deeply sorry for her junior brother.
Pei Yuhan pulled him to the sword platform. Looking him directly in the eye, she asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you teach Xiaotang swordsmanship?"
Lin Xuanyan nodded.
Pei Yuhan stared intently at him. "Then you should know that sword technique is an evil sword."
Lin Xuanyan suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart. He looked up at that beautiful face in the snow, his expression
dazed. Many years ago, it seemed like this scene was the same...
Back then, Yuhan had just passed the sixth realm of swordsmanship. He saw her practicing her sword on the sword platform, using that move.
That move had an extremely majestic sword sound, named "Azure Mountain Holding the Sun." The person who created this sword was the first
sect leader of the Demonic Sect three thousand years ago. The combat power and killing force of that sword were terrifying.
Because this sword was so famous, whether it was intentional on the part of the Demonic Sect leader or not, all
the sword cultivators in the world knew how to use this sword.
Thus, there was the great calamity of sword cultivators a thousand years ago. Countless sword cultivators went mad while practicing this sword. After that,
this sword was listed as one of the four forbidden techniques, and no one was allowed to practice it anymore.
But even so, there were still sword cultivators who could not resist the temptation and insisted on practicing it.
That year, Pei Yuhan secretly practiced this sword technique behind his back, and was severely punished when he discovered it. He
questioned Pei Yuhan about why she practiced such a heretical and evil path, but Pei Yuhan bit her lip and remained silent. Always doting on his disciple, he also
punished Yuhan by making her kneel before his palace, telling her to come to him only when she understood.
So Pei Yuhan knelt there until he couldn't bear it anymore and carried her, her legs numb, back inside.
At that time, Pei Yuhan had asked him a question, which he had retorted.
Fate played a cruel trick, and now he asked the same question from years ago: "There is only one sword in the world, why is there a
distinction between good and evil?"
A cold wind, mixed with fine snow, rose up and whipped her snow-white dress, the soft fabric
fluttering , revealing her slender and flawless legs.
Her clothes clung even tighter to her delicate body, her exquisite curves appearing even more sharp in the wind and snow.
The scattered snowflakes obscured her eyes and brows.
After a long while, Pei Yuhan's breathing gradually calmed down. The snowstorm subsided.
Lin Xuanyan's question left her momentarily speechless. Memories flooded back, and she looked at Lin Xuanyan,
her expression dazed.
Why would he ask that question? Was it just a coincidence?
After a long silence, she slowly said, "The way of the sword requires heart. One cannot be impatient for quick success. Your heart has strayed."
These were the words he had spoken to her that year.
She pressed down on Lin Xuanyan's shoulders, her grip tightening, and shouted angrily, "Kneel down."
Lin Xuanyan knelt down, forced to the ground by her.
Just like back then.
Pei Yuhan left behind the words, "Come to Biluo Palace to find me whenever you understand."
"..."
Lin Xuanyan watched that beautiful figure receding into the snowstorm, kneeling on the ground, snow water seeping into his knees,
chilling him to the bone. He remained expressionless, seemingly lost in thought, until Pei Yuhan's figure completely disappeared from sight
. Only then did he burst into a tirade: "You little brat, you've grown some nerve! How dare you treat your master like this! When I regain
my strength, I'll beat your ass to a pulp, or I'll change my name!"
Feng Xue remained silent, the usually quiet boy kneeling on the ground cursing and swearing.
...
Yu Xiaotang walked to Lin Xuanyan's side carrying a mahogany carved lunchbox, took out a
bread shaped like a little white rabbit, and handed it to Lin Xuanyan: "Junior brother, would you like some?"
Lin Xuanyan, who was resting with his eyes closed, glanced at it, swallowed, but still kept his eyes closed and said, "No."
Yu Xiaotang said "Oh," and took out a bread shaped like a little tiger from the lunchbox: "Then would you like this one?"
Lin Xuanyan said, "No."
Undeterred, Yu Xiaotang took out a bread shaped like a little goat: "Have one."
Lin Xuanyan glanced at Yu Xiaotang; snow was falling on her shoulders, and the proud girl looked somewhat
pitiful at this moment. Lin Xuanyan said helplessly, "Senior sister, I want to be alone."
Yu Xiaotang looked surprised and said, "You also like Lu Jiajing?"
Lu Jiajing was the palace master of Qingmu Palace in the Xuanyuan Dynasty.
Lin Xuanyan looked at Yu Xiaotang's still childish face, his eyes wide with shock. He thought to himself, "You're so young,
yet you can already speak and act as if it were magic?" Lu Jiajing really liked him back then.
Yu Xiaotang squatted down, looked at him, and said earnestly, "I made this myself. This is the first
time made something for a boy!"
Lin Xuanyan looked at the lifelike goat-shaped pastry and sincerely praised, "That's really good."
After thinking for a moment, Lin Xuanyan took the pastry, but suddenly remembered something. He pulled Yu Xiaotang to his side and
whispered, "Although that girl... Master won't let you practice, trust me, practice this sword technique well. Your junior brother
won't lie to you." After saying this, he felt relieved. He looked at the pastry and was about to put it in his mouth when he suddenly saw a white shadow standing like
a ghost in the snowy night . Yu Xiaotang was so frightened that she hid behind Lin Xuanyan and squatted down. Lin Xuanyan swiftly picked up the still-warm pastry and calmly said to the slender figure in the snow, "This is a pastry that Xiaotang carefully prepared for Master." Pei Yuhan, who had appeared before him at some point, looked at the pastry, took a deep breath, and said, " No need to kneel, come with me." Lin Xuanyan looked at her serious expression and chuckled inwardly. She was just like him back then, so easily softened. He stood up and patted the snow off his knees, feeling a little numb. He was resentful; he had at least carried her back then. Couldn't you have carried her a little? Yu Xiaotang looked at him and asked, "Can you still walk?" Lin Xuanyan retorted, "If I can't walk, will you carry me?" Yu Xiaotang thought seriously for a moment, then refused, "No, no, you're a boy !" Lin Xuanyan rolled his eyes and continued walking laboriously towards Biluo Palace. Chapter Three , Master and Disciple, Young Girl and Young Man: The Biluo Palace is peaceful, lacking the grandeur and magnificence of the Shangqiong Biluo Palace. The palace with its blue-green tiled roof resembles a deep night sky, silently blooming in a corner of the human world. The dome of the Biluo Palace is paved with sparse clouds and flowing stones, like snow piled up in mist. Now, the interior is lit by soft candlelight, illuminating the clouds and snow with a vibrant, radiant glow. Pei Yuhan stands in a corner, dressed in white like snow, staring blankly at the screen of thin gauze and painted decorations. Lin Xuanyan pushes open the door, and in the dim light, he sees the woman in the warm flames, stealing the spotlight from the entire room. She is not wearing the black and white fitted sword attire; now, the loose white robe, though not perfectly outlining her figure, has flowing sleeves, making her seem like a banished immortal. She quietly looks at Lin Xuanyan, her long, beautiful, dark hair flowing down like three thousand weak waters, spreading out like exquisite silk. Lin Xuanyan closed the door and said softly, "Master." Pei Yuhan tossed him a bronze hand warmer, beckoned him to her side, and draped a red animal-skin cloak trim over him. He clutched the edge of the cloak, wrapping himself up even more tightly. The warmth, accompanied by a subtle fragrance, felt wonderful; he hadn't felt the cold for so many years. Pei Yuhan smoothed his slightly disheveled hair and earnestly instructed, "Although I don't know where you learned this sword technique, you must never use it or teach it to others again." Lin Xuanyan wanted to say it was alright, that he was confident, but looking into Pei Yuhan's clear, earnest eyes, the words that came out were, "Yes, disciple will remember." Pei Yuhan thought for a moment, then added, "The path of the sword is over a thousand, and everyone's starting point is different. The former sect leader of the Demonic Sect cultivated... "

" For over two hundred years, I hadn't crossed that threshold of cultivation, but then my breakthrough was as swift as divine intervention. So you must
n't be discouraged. Everyone's opportunity arrives at a different time, so even if you haven't made progress, you mustn't be
complacent..."
Lin Xuanyan knew she was trying to comfort him because she was afraid he would give up on his cultivation path due to a lack of progress. Lin Xuanyan
calmly , "Master, I've crossed that threshold."
Pei Yuhan's expression changed: "You've entered the Sword Realm One?" Lin Xuanyan nodded slightly.
Pei Yuhan gave him a deep look, and after a moment, she shook her head: "Haven't you knelt enough? You still
dare to lie to me?"
Lin Xuanyan sighed helplessly. With Pei Yuhan's Transcendent Realm cultivation, she could
roughly discern realms below the Ninth Realm at a glance, but Lin Xuanyan's cultivation had taken a path no one had ever walked before. Even he himself was feeling
his way across the river, because his cultivation wasn't gained through cultivation itself, but rather by the gradual return of his cultivation to his body,
neither too fast nor too slow. And the sword embryo within him was so large that it seemed empty no matter how you looked at it.
Pei Yuhan said earnestly, "Your physique is exceptionally pure, which may be why embarking on
the path of cultivation will be so difficult."
Lin Xuanyan nodded without speaking.
Looking at his expression, Pei Yuhan assumed he thought she was just trying to comfort him, so she said, "Read widely and select carefully
, accumulate knowledge and then unleash it. No matter what, you must practice diligently every time. Nowadays, those who cultivate the sword are few and far between,
relying solely on a single thought. I hope you can become a new sword in the Qiongming Realm."
But his sword was already too old to be anything more. He smiled bitterly to himself. Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, with a
creak , the lacquered wooden door was pushed open, and a handsome young man walked in.
Lin Xuanyan looked at Pei Yuhan seriously and asked, "How come just anyone can enter your palace now?"
The gentle young man, who had been smiling, gradually lost his smile. Pei Yuhan had already stood up at some point.
Looking exclaimed in surprise, "The Yin-Yang Master?" Everyone knew that the Yin-Yang Pavilion had a Pavilion Master, two Dao Masters,
five elders, a young master, and a young lady.
The person who arrived was one of the Dao Masters of the Yin-Yang Pavilion.
Pei Yuhan asked, "Does Pavilion Master Ji have anything to instruct us on?"
The Yin Dao Master exuded no sinister aura; his face was pale and serene. As he stepped into the palace, the palace gates
quietly closed behind him, shutting out the swirling snow and north wind.
The Yin Dao Master said gently, "Does it have to be an order from the Pavilion Master? Can't I, Yin, take
the liberty of visiting Sword Immortal Pei?"
Pei Yuhan's delicate brows furrowed slightly. She turned slightly to the side and said coldly, "What does the Yin Dao Master mean?"
The Yin Dao Master glanced at Lin Xuanyan, then shook his head slightly after a moment: "Has your Sword Sect become so desperate
? Do you want disciples who have no cultivation potential but are all show and no substance? Everyone says the Sword Sect is declining, but now
it seems to be more than just declining; it's practically on the verge of collapse. Why try to support it when it can't stand alone? Why not come to our
Yin-Yang Pavilion? With your talent, Fairy, you will surely be welcomed by the Pavilion..." "If you treat me well, my status might even surpass that of someone like Yin."
Pei Yuhan shook her head decisively. "No need for persuasion, Yuhan has her own intentions."
The Yin Master's lips curled slightly, and he said teasingly, "If it weren't for our Pavilion Master's consideration of some old friendships,
the Sword Sect would probably be wiped out of the dynasty after this Trial of the Dao. So you should know how to repay the favor, right?"
Pei Yuhan pondered and said, "I have an agreement with Pavilion Master Ji, so there's no need for the Dao Master to worry about it."
The Yin Master slowly walked to Pei Yuhan's side, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally falling
on . Even though the robe was loose, it still couldn't hide her beautiful curves.
Women above the Transcendent Realm are inherently unrelated to immortals; every move they make is imbued with sword energy, and every smile and frown is a breathtaking sight.
The Yin Master whispered in Pei Yuhan's ear, "As the Dao Master of the Yin Yang Pavilion, my status is extraordinary. Although
Fairy Pei has a prior agreement with the Pavilion Master, my words carry little weight within the Yin Yang Pavilion. The Pavilion Master
can send you this letter, and naturally, he can also render it a worthless piece of paper."
Pei Yuhan's gaze was icy, flickering with a chilling light. She looked at the Yin Master's handsome yet utterly repulsive smiling face
, her chest heaving slightly.
The Yin Master then glanced at Lin Xuanyan: "Little fellow, why are you in your master's palace in the middle of the night?
Could it be... Hahahahahaha..."
Pei Yuhan's eyes grew colder and colder. Lin Xuanyan wanted to speak, but damn it, he found himself
unable to move. He glanced at Pei Yuhan, inwardly seething with resentment. It was because Yuhan feared he might act impulsively that she had temporarily suppressed
his qi.
The once dignified Number One Sword Immortal of Qiongming could now only watch helplessly as his own disciple suffered such humiliation
? How utterly pathetic!
Pei Yuhan stood silently, but her long hair moved slightly without wind, rippling with a
chilling light.
The Yin Master, unperturbed, continued calmly, "The Yin-Yang art emphasizes the replenishment of Yin and Yang. Reaching my
level requires an even better cauldron. Beneath this floating island, between Xuanyuan, everyone knows you are
the woman with the highest realm and deepest cultivation. Coupled with your innate sword physique, your cultivation must be several times faster than ordinary women.
I presume this is the condition you offered to our sect leader?"
Pei Yuhan coldly replied, "Do you really think your sect leader will listen to your word and abandon our agreement?" The
Yin Master raised an eyebrow, "Want to try?"
The two stared at each other in silence. The room, though quiet, suddenly flickered violently. Pei
Yuhan's wide sleeves swelled and trembled as if a strong wind had entered them. Her clothes trembled, her pupils deep, and she remained silent
. Tension filled the room, like a taut bowstring.
After a long while, the candlelight stopped flickering, and the light in the room ceased its wavering. It continued to spread out in a warm, shimmering sea.
Pei Yuhan looked into the Yin Master's dark eyes, into those seemingly bottomless abysses, and finally relented, saying, "Yuhan
understands."
The Yin Master silently wiped the sweat from his palms. Although he had already reached the Great Perfection of the Ninth Realm,
he was still far from qualified to fight Pei Yuhan. In the end, it was nothing more than a gamble.
Stagnating at the peak of the Ninth Realm for several years, unable to cross the threshold of the Transcendent Realm, had always been a source of deep anxiety for him.
The cultivation vessel for Yin-Yang techniques was naturally crucial. He had been searching for the vessel that could help him break through to the next realm in one fell swoop.
Until a hundred years ago, he had caught a glimpse of her from afar, and from then on, all eyes were fixed on her. From that moment on, he was consumed by longing
, unable to extricate himself.
His century-long wish had never felt so vivid and clear. He looked at Pei Yuhan's elegant figure in white, her simple white robes...
Beneath her clothes, her shapely figure was barely a layer away from his. His hands, clasped behind his back
, trembled slightly. Pei Yuhan looked at Lin Xuanyan and sighed softly, "Xuanyan, why don't you get some sleep?"
Lin Xuanyan wanted to shake his head, but he couldn't move. The Dao Master grasped her hand as she tried to brush it away, teasingly
saying, "No need for that. I just like having someone watching over things like this. If this person is a disciple of a fairy,
then it's even better."
A flash of anger crossed Pei Yuhan's snow-white neck. After a slight hesitation, she said sadly, "As the Dao
Master likes." Lin Xuanyan looked at Pei Yuhan's pale, beautiful face and felt utterly hopeless.
If he still possessed those unparalleled supernatural powers, why would he need a single sword to kill this person before him?
He suddenly regretted seclusion for five hundred years. At this moment,
how could compare to Yuhan's lonely, snow-white figure?
"Hmm..." Pei Yuhan suddenly let out a muffled groan. A hand landed on her shapely buttocks,
kneading her flesh repeatedly through her soft dress.
Pei Yuhan did not resist, standing quietly and enduring the humiliation from the Vagina Master. The Vagina Master stood beside her,
one hand kneading her firm, delicate buttocks, the other climbing up her erect breasts.
Pei Yuhan let out a soft moan as the Vagina Master's hand pressed down hard, squeezing her exquisite breasts
as if trying to flatten them into a pancake.
He breathed softly into Pei Yuhan's earlobe and whispered, "Were you trying to
lay a hand ?" Pei Yuhan whispered, "I didn't dare."
The young man snorted coldly, and Pei Yuhan let out a very low moan. He
thrust one of his fingers forcefully between Pei Yuhan's buttocks; even through the snow-white dress, he could still feel
her .
"Do you know who you just disobeyed?" the Yin-Yang Master said arrogantly. "I am the Dao Master of the Yin-Yang Pavilion
, second only to the Pavilion Master and Miss. Do you know what the consequences are for disobeying me?"
Pei Yuhan was sandwiched between his hands, unable to escape his two private and sensitive areas. She closed her eyes,
quietly accepting this humiliation, and said sensibly, "Yuhan was wrong, please punish me, Dao Master."
Hearing the fairy he had dreamed of for a hundred years say such words, the Yin-Yang Master
could no . His lower body was already erect on her black and white Daoist robe. At this moment
, as he wantonly caressed her soft breasts and delicate buttocks, feeling the warm pleasure transmitted between his fingers, he felt even more impatient.
He suddenly picked Pei Yuhan up by the waist, and with Pei Yuhan's soft cry, he threw
her onto his bed.
Thump. The soft jade bed swayed slightly. The Yin Master gazed at the ethereal fairy reclining on the bed
, panting heavily but struggling to control his breath. He knew that if he truly wanted to break through to
that realm, he must not be impatient. Yin-Yang cultivation required a gradual approach;
rashness would not only squander this hard-won opportunity but could also be counterproductive to his cultivation.
The best course of action was to arouse the beautiful swordswoman's desire, to truly unite her body and soul with his.
He suppressed his surging emotions, refraining from pouncing on this peerless fairy like a wolf.
Calming himself, he had more time to appreciate her exquisite beauty.
Her beauty couldn't be described in a few words. It was an indescribable ethereal quality,
not merely her perfect figure and flawless face, but her transcendent aura that was truly unique and
irresistible. And because she was the foremost swordswoman in the mortal realm, a century of arduous cultivation had refined her body and soul to an even
purer state.
She was a unique gem, sculpted by the finest craftsmen, waiting to be held and caressed
at Lin Xuanyan closed his eyes; he didn't want to see what was about to happen, even though he
had witnessed this scene before. His chest heaved violently, the reddish glow of the fire covering his eyelids. Yu Han's soft
moans gradually rose in her ears, cutting his heart like a knife. The Vagina Master smiled and said, "Just now, Fairy Pei disobeyed
me. How should she be punished?"
Lin Xuanyan didn't hear Pei Yu Han's answer. He felt a slight unease and opened his eyes, just in time to see Pei Yu
Han rise from the embroidered couch. She knelt on the couch, slowly turned around, bent down, and knelt on the bed, her delicate buttocks
raised high, completing a beautiful arc.
Pei Yu Han's indifferent voice was washed away by humiliation, carrying a hint of strangeness: "Please punish me, Master."
Was this position for the Vagina Master to spank her buttocks? Clearly, she had heard the rumors about the Yin-Yang Pavilion: the Yin Master
preferred a woman's shapely buttocks, while the Yang Master preferred her breasts.
The Yin Master, who already had such preferences, was also unable to contain himself at the sight, but he still forced himself to remain calm and said,
"What is Fairy Pei doing?"
Pei Yuhan knew that she was currently under someone else's roof and had to be submissive in every way: "Please punish Yuhan, Master. Slap Yuhan
... on the buttocks."
Hearing Pei Yuhan say this, the Yin Master laughed loudly, his unrestrained laughter sounding extremely
jarring in the quiet Biluo Palace. "Since the Fairy requests it, then I will punish you properly." The firelight flickered. A crisp crack
echoed in the hall, making the candlelight tremble.
"Ah..." The first slap was extremely forceful; Pei Yuhan couldn't help but lower her body, her delicate frame trembling, letting out
a moan.
The Vagina Master watched the ripples on Pei Yuhan's delicate buttocks and nodded with great satisfaction. He patted her a few
times, like a general beating a drum, causing the snow-white robe to wrinkle slightly with each pat, making a series of patting sounds.
The Vagina Master let out a soft "hmm" and reached out to lift a corner of Pei Yuhan's robe.
His hand lifted that corner of the robe, revealing a section of smooth and delicate calves. He placed his hand on her calves,
gently kneading them, his fingers touching her lotus-root-like jade feet. He gently
lifted them upwards, and the soft robe floated up with his arm, revealing more of her thighs. The Vagina Master's fingers gently touched the
skin that seemed to be able to be broken with a touch, enjoying the smooth feel.
As his hand moved upwards, her taut thighs were clearly revealed. He
carefully folded Pei Yuhan's skirt layer by layer, rolling it up until it reached her waist. Even through a thin silk underpants, one could
still see her pink and delicate buttocks, which flushed with an ambiguous blush as she was patted. The Vagina Master's large hand clung to it,
marveling .
"Slap!"
A palm struck, sending up a flurry of white foam. The ripples of her rolling buttocks were now even more clearly visible.
"Slap." "Slap." "Slap."
...
He held Pei Yuhan's slender waist with one hand, while the other hand wantonly punished her already pink buttocks. Pei Yuhan's
intermittent moans only fueled his lust.
"A dignified female sword immortal being spanked like a child, if word got out, those who secretly admire you
would never believe it," he sneered, stroking her
reddened .
Pei Yuhan gritted her teeth, "Stop talking."
"Smack!"
Another punishment, waves of flesh rippled, Pei Yuhan's body convulsed, twisting her waist to relieve
the pain in her buttocks. With the movement of her waist, her buttocks swayed slightly, making the already
reddened flesh look even more disheveled, as if tempting the person before her to abuse her at will.
After patting her for a while, he suddenly grabbed the center of her underpants and pulled
hard, stretching the thin fabric into a thin line. The Vagina Master's index finger pressed against the private area between her upper thigh and buttocks.
He had already noticed that it was wet and glistening with moisture. The Vagina Master teased, "Just from being spanked
, you're already wet. It seems that the so-called 'Peerless Fairy' is just a rumor. I think she's just a sensitive,
wanton sword immortal."
He found the clitoris and gently kneaded that most private spot with his fingers. Pei Yuhan's slightly swaying buttocks
aroused his interest even more, but he was in no hurry to uncover the muddy flower path that was within reach. He simply pressed and stroked it gently through
the underpants , occasionally patting her incredibly elastic buttocks.
The constant teasing and cajoling teetered on the edge of desire. Pei Yuhan didn't experience actual sexual pleasure, but
this ambiguous feeling relentlessly fueled her lust. This ethereal woman, who had never tasted the pleasures of love before, became
more uncontrollably passionate than most after opening that door.
It was like a long-accumulated energy finally bursting forth. Because of her long period of abstinence, when she encountered desire and her steadfast
resolve crumbled, she succumbed more easily than others. Moreover, dual cultivation was also a form of practice,
a path to the Great Dao.
Pei Yuhan's kneeling and prostrate position on the embroidered couch was already humiliating, and
the further made her even more unable to control herself. Her vagina, through her silk undergarments, gently teased her labia, occasionally
penetrating slightly but quickly withdrawing. His other hand roamed her entire body,
caressing her slender waist, smooth back, and the most beautiful soft flesh of her breasts.
Pei Yuhan closed her beautiful eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, her body involuntarily twisting slightly.
Lin Xuanyan watched her trembling body, knowing that Pei Yuhan was on the verge of collapse. If he
had known she would be defiled by such a villain, he would have preferred to have… A wicked thought arose and instantly took over his
sword heart. Looking at Pei Yuhan's perfect body, he felt his face flush and his blood boil. Before he could
calm himself down, he heard three “slap slap slap” sounds. Pei Yuhan's delicate buttocks were attacked again, a large hand slapping
her .
“Ugh… ah…” Pei Yuhan stretched her neck instantly. These three sudden slaps
shattered her last line of defense. The electric shock-like feeling made her whole body tremble. Her lower body could no longer be controlled. A torrent
broke through the restraint. Her already muddy lower body was flooded. The lower half of her panties was instantly soaked, and the seeping
lustful fluid slowly flowed down her inner thighs. Overwhelmed by intense pleasure, Pei Yuhan's body slumped to her side, moaning
softly Her face flushed crimson, and her legs trembled involuntarily, clamping together.
Witnessing this ecstatic scene, the Vagina Master could no longer resist. He grabbed the edge of her panties and swiftly
ripped them off revealing her breasts, soaked with her own fluids. His hands then moved to Pei Yuhan's chest
. With a forceful tug, he pulled open her wide robe, revealing her full breasts, barely contained by the white silk
, bulging as if about to burst forth!
He tore away her futile attempt to fasten her breasts, revealing two plump, firm breasts like two bouncy white rabbits, their
bright red nipples clearly visible.
He immediately took one into his mouth, sucking and licking it with his teeth, stimulating it until it became engorged and erect.
At the same time , he roamed over her body, caressing every inch of her skin. Finally, his hands stopped at her lower body, his thumbs
gently parting her most secret flesh. Warm, lustful fluids slid between his fingers,
revealing the most mysterious and alluring part of the fairy maiden. "Mmm...no..." Pei Yuhan instinctively twisted her body, trying to avoid his intrusion.
The Vagina Master released her mouth from her nipple, looking at Pei Yuhan's somewhat confused and delicate face, and asked with a smile:
"No? No what?"
Pei Yuhan was so stimulated that she could only whimper and whimper. He looked at Pei Yuhan's alluring cherry lips and felt
a surge of excitement. He leaned down to kiss her.
Suddenly, his body stiffened, and his mouth stopped three inches from those cherry lips, unable to go any further.
Pei Yuhan keenly sensed the strangeness in front of her. She suddenly opened her beautiful eyes and met the Vagina Master's gaze.
The Vagina Master's pupils were wide as copper bells. Her gaze went over his shoulder and she saw Lin Xuanyan's face. That face was so delicate it
almost resembled a girl's. His face was slightly flushed, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
He grabbed the man by the back of his collar with one hand, the other gripping the hilt of his sword, the blade piercing the man's chest.
The Yin Master's body trembled involuntarily, his lips quivering. He turned his head hatefully, looking at
Lin Xuanyan, then glanced down at the sword embedded in his body. He smirked, his aura surging, the
long sword trembling slightly. "You actually dare to attack me?" Blood seeped from the Yin Master's lips,
a half-smile playing on his lips. The blood dripping from his wound fell onto Pei Yuhan's snow-white body, like fallen red plum blossoms in the snow,
poignant and beautiful.
The Yin Master raised his hand high, a yin-yang energy gathering in his hand. He was furious; he never
imagined he could be injured by a mortal. This sword strike was sharp, but not fatal. He just needed time
to recover, and with his second eye, he only needed a little strength left to kill this arrogant ant before him.
Pei Yuhan sensed the changes in the Vagina Master's body and cried out, "Xuanyan, be careful!"
The Vagina Master didn't turn his head and coldly said, "Shut up, you bitch! I'll deal with you after I've dealt with this brat!"
After saying that, he slashed down at Lin Xuanyan.
Lin Xuanyan stared intently at that palm strike, a palm strike from the peak of the Ninth Realm. With his current level, he couldn't possibly
dodge it, but he had once been a Transcendent Saint, experiencing countless battles, so in his eyes, that palm strike...
Although incredibly domineering, it wasn't without flaws; he was searching for an opening in the hasty attack.
A palm strike landed! Just as Lin Xuanyan was about to use his long-hidden movement technique to dodge, the palm energy
shattered into dust!
Lin Xuanyan was secretly startled. Through the dust, he saw Pei Yuhan's clear eyes. The sword
had pierced through the Yin Yang Master's chest, shattering the palm strike. Seeing this turn of events, the Yin Yang Master was enraged. He whirled around,
looking at Pei Yuhan, stammering, "You actually dared to attack me? You filthy bitch, you bitch sword immortal, you thing ridden by
a thousand men and fucked by ten thousand, how dare you attack me? You're finished! Your Sword Sect is finished! I'll make you the lowest slave in our
Yin Yang Pavilion, to be…"
He hadn't finished speaking when the sword, seemingly out of nowhere, returned and pierced him again.
The sword was now in Lin Xuanyan's hand. This time, it pierced his heart precisely. He stood sideways, sword in hand, lips pursed
, silent, his bearing extraordinary.
"You..." The Yin Master stared at the sword piercing his chest, "You actually..."
Lin Xuanyan said calmly, "You've said too much."
With that, he drew his sword again and pierced through again, this time through the throat.
The Yin-Yang Pavilion's Great Dao Master had no more chance to speak. His body crashed to the ground, blood flowing out,
a slippery, warm pool.
Pei Yuhan stared at the corpse on the ground, speechless with shock. She had only tried to protect Lin Xuanyan,
but she hadn't expected him to act so decisively, snatching the sword and killing the Yin Master in an instant!
Looking at the corpse on the ground, she slowly recovered from her shock. Her first thought was of the future of the Sword Sect, followed
by the white-robed youth before her.
Lin Xuanyan looked at the corpse on the ground, a strange sense of pleasure rising in his chest. He had killed countless people, his sword
falling on millions, but he had never felt such exhilaration. He didn't think more, nor did he consider the future of the Sword Sect.
Because he was still alive, and as long as he lived, the sword would not perish.
Just now, when Pei Yuhan was aroused to the point of climax, he found that he could move. He then silently
drew the sword and thrust it into the man's chest. Originally, he intended to stab the heart, but the Yin Master's
reaction to life and death was extremely sharp, and he subconsciously avoided the vital point. Fortunately, it was a close call.
Pei Yuhan looked at Lin Xuanyan, and she suddenly realized that she seemed to need to re-evaluate this young man. Although he still
appeared , she asked a very obvious question: "You killed
him?"
Lin Xuanyan looked at Pei Yuhan and said in an extremely fast voice: "Did I just stand by and watch you be wantonly
humiliated by him? Spanked like a child, ridden like a prostitute,
forced to moan like the lowest of slaves, and finally left a mess after having your breasts pulled, your anus penetrated, and your legs played with, and then just watch
him walk away."
Such humiliating words poured out one after another, leaving Pei Yuhan stunned. Before she could speak, Lin Xuanyan
went straight to her heart: "Is this your swordsmanship? Your submissive, humble swordsmanship? With this attitude, you
will only ever reach the Transcendent Realm, only regressing and never advancing."
The last sentence was so arrogant and domineering. The chasm between the Ninth Realm and the Transcendent Realm has blocked countless ambitious
geniuses. Throughout history, how many have progressed smoothly from the first to the ninth realm, only to be unable to overcome that final hurdle in their entire lives? Yet, in his
words, the Transcendent Realm seemed utterly insignificant. The events unfolded too suddenly, and his words too intense. Pei Yuhan
hadn't yet recovered from the shock and the words themselves. She felt something was amiss, but couldn't quite put her finger on it
. Just as she was pondering her next words, something slightly cool pressed against her lips.
Lin Xuanyan leaned down and kissed her. Pei Yuhan instinctively tried to pull away, but Lin Xuanyan bit her
lip. She tried to push him away, but her Transcendent Realm cultivation rendered her utterly powerless.
Lin Xuanyan kissed those soft, petal-like lips, inching in, his tongue teasing the opening, desperately trying to
pry them open. Lin Xuanyan pressed down on her shoulders, pulling her back. Pei Yuhan braced herself against the bed, preventing herself
from falling onto the couch. They kissed deeply, Lin Xuanyan sucking, biting,
and swirling his lips against hers. Pei Yuhan let out a soft moan, her lips involuntarily parting slightly. Her lips were pried open, and his fish-like tongue slipped
out , penetrating her mouth and entwining with hers. Pei Yuhan couldn't speak, only letting out muffled groans,
her emotions unclear. The lamplight flickered, and the carved wooden bed creaked.
Their eyes met, and whether it was an illusion or not, Lin Xuanyan's dark pupils seemed to shimmer with a shimmering light, as if
veiled by a hazy mist. She felt a sense of déjà vu. Suddenly, her back straightened instinctively as a hand supported
her spine. Lin Xuanyan pressed down on her, and Pei Yuhan's supporting arm gradually bent, finally giving way.
Lin Xuanyan's hands, supporting her back, cradled her soft, boneless body. She instinctively reached forward, pressing her hand against
Lin Xuanyan's chest, preventing him from taking further. After a deep kiss, Lin Xuanyan pulled his head back, his gaze shifting
to her chest.
Her snow-white robe had long been torn to shreds by the vaginal man. Large swathes of her snow-white skin and her
trembling breasts were completely exposed, making her, combined with her noble and pure face, even more beautiful than before.
Seeing Lin Xuanyan's fixed gaze, Pei Yuhan suddenly realized that she had just been exposed. She quickly grabbed a corner of
the blanket to cover her chest. The dignified female swordswoman of the Xuanyuan Dynasty was actually showing such a girlish side.
Looking at the little girl of yesteryear, now grown into such a curvaceous young woman, Lin Xuanyan couldn't resist reaching
forward , his hand reaching for her breasts. He was more curious about women's breasts than anything else, because in the past, he
had been so absorbed in his cultivation that he had only ever touched his sword.
At this moment, his millennia of cultivation had vanished like water, and he began to re-examine the affairs of the mortal world.
Pei Yuhan glanced at the gradually cooling corpse on the ground, finally calming down. She pushed
Lin Xuanyan away and took a deep breath, saying, "Dispose of this corpse first."
Lin Xuanyan looked at the unseeing corpse. In truth, he didn't care at all. In the past, killing with his flying sword
was a seamless process, and he had never thought about, nor needed to think about, how to dispose of the body.
But seeing Pei Yuhan's solemn expression, although he found it troublesome, he nodded nonetheless.
Pei Yuhan thought that disposing of the corpse wasn't too difficult. With her current cultivation, she could conceal the truth.
As long as she couldn't be sure if
no one knew about the Yin Sect Master's visit to the Sword Sect tonight. Lin Xuanyan bent down and began searching inside his clothes. He started searching through his chest...
He pulled out a plaque with the character "Yin" written on it.
Pei Yuhan asked, "What is this?"
Lin Xuanyan replied, "The Yin-Yang Token. There are only five in the entire Yin-Yang Pavilion. The most powerful aspect of this token is
its ability summon the spirits of the dead. So even if the holder dies, it can summon the soul of its master, bringing the dead back to life."
Pei Yuhan exclaimed in surprise, "I didn't even know it was so secret! How did you know?"
Lin Xuanyan didn't know how to answer. After thinking for a moment, he looked at Pei Yuhan earnestly and said, "Read more books."
Pei Yuhan, who had just put on a brand-new white robe, flicked her wrist and gave Lin Xuanyan a light tap on the forehead. Lin Xuanyan
rubbed his swollen forehead, looking at her with some resentment. Pei Yuhan glared at him and said, "Who's the master here, you or me
?"
Lin Xuanyan looked at Pei Yuhan with a complicated expression.
Pei Yuhan was slightly annoyed that he was staring at her and scolded, "You're not convinced?" With that, she raised her hand,
as if to hit him. Lin Xuanyan quickly tried to make amends, saying, "Master, I was wrong."
Pei Yuhan snorted. Walking to the corpse, she felt a pang of sorrow at the thought that the person who had so blatantly insulted her was
now utterly dead. She took out a yellow talisman and, using her sword as a pen, drew talismans in the air.
The talismans swirled around the corpse, eventually settling on its eyes, ears, nose, throat, limbs, and scrotum.
Hissing sounds filled the air, and wisps of
green smoke rose. The once-powerful Yin Master transformed into a streak of azure flame, its light illuminating the Azure Palace. The corpse vanished in an instant,
leaving not a trace of ash.
Lin Xuanyan suddenly asked, "What exactly were the conditions you exchanged with Ji Yitian?" Pei Yuhan pursed her lips, not answering. Suddenly, her pupils contracted; she saw that the letter Ji Yitian had sent her had
somehow appeared in Lin Xuanyan's hand.
"When did you take it?"
Lin Xuanyan didn't speak, looking at Pei Yuhan, and slowly said, "I don't think it's worth it."
Pei Yuhan replied, "For my master."
Lin Xuanyan said angrily, "What's so good about your master that you'd do this?"
Pei Yuhan said calmly, "You wouldn't understand."
Bah! If I don't understand, who does? You brat, do you even know who you're talking to?
Lin Xuanyan took a deep breath and said, "Actually, your disciple is... is quite good too."
Pei Yuhan suddenly felt a little embarrassed, recalling the kiss just now, she blurted out, "You like me?"
"..."
Pei Yuhan muttered to herself, "You don't need to feel too embarrassed, admiration for beautiful women is common,
besides, you're young and impetuous, it's understandable."
Lin Xuanyan interrupted, "Master, please stop, I know my limits."
This disciple is so stupid, how did I ever fall for her back then? Feeling a little depressed, he looked at the
letter and became angrier the more he looked at it.
Suddenly, Pei Yuhan let out a cry, she was about to attack, but it was too late. Lin
Xuanyan tore the letter in his hand in two.
Pei Yuhan was shocked and speechless: "You..." Lin Xuanyan was still not satisfied and continued to tear it, casually tossing it away. The letter
in his hand turned into a flurry of willow catkins. He smiled as he looked at the pale-faced Pei Yuhan.
Pei Yuhan screamed: "Do you know what you're doing?"
Lin Xuanyan calmly said: "Our Sword Sect doesn't need this kind of thing."
Pei Yuhan stammered: "You... what did you say?"
Lin Xuanyan said: "Anything that can be reclaimed with a sword should not be obtained through such despicable means."
Pei Yuhan suddenly didn't know what to say.
Lin Xuanyan comforted her: "Master, don't worry, we can win this time." Pei Yuhan asked: "Are you
confident you can make it into the top eight?"
Lin Xuanyan shook his head: "I only think about winning the championship."
Pei Yuhan couldn't help but laugh, but that smile was so bitter: "But you haven't even
crossed that threshold yet." Lin Xuanyan smiled: "There are still four months."
Four months, on the vast path of cultivation, what can four short months change? She thought his actions were
nothing more than youthful enthusiasm, a momentary impulse without considering the consequences. Pei Yuhan didn't say
anything more, not wanting to discourage him further, only saying, "Since things have come to this, I hope you won't disappoint me."
Lin Xuanyan nodded.
For some reason, Pei Yuhan felt a momentary flutter in her heart. Looking at this young man who had only
been a disciple familiarity.
It seemed that a long, long time ago, during a snowstorm, two identical people had
gazed at each other for a long time, their eyes seemingly intertwined, unable to separate.
She shook her head slightly, clearing her mind of distractions. She thought it must be because the Trial of the Dao was approaching, and her mind was wavering.
Or perhaps such a scene had actually happened before.
But she couldn't remember.
Lin Xuanyan pushed open the door; the snow had stopped. His footprints from when he arrived were buried by the new snow. The clouds parted, the moon
shone on the snow, shimmering softly. Pei Yuhan watched his back from behind.
The snow fell silently, and all was still.
It seemed as if only this master and apprentice, a young girl and a young boy, remained in the world.

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