Love between men and women in the martial arts world

Footsteps approached from outside the door. Qingxuan looked towards the entrance, where Jing'er's slender figure obscured the light. Her green dress was ripped open with numerous cuts. She held her longsword behind her back; the bloodstains on the blade had been washed away, leaving it gleaming with a sharp, silvery light.

"Awake? Last night, there was a bloodbath outside the North City. Fortunately, Snow Mountain didn't launch a full-scale night attack, and Zhen Tianxia didn't come either, otherwise the North City Wall might have been reduced to ruins by today." Jing'er's voice was somewhat weary. She asked, "How is it? Sharpening your sword all night, is it sharper now?" Qingxuan opened his mouth, looking at Jing'er with guilt. Last night, while he was immersed in tenderness, Jing'er was fighting demons at the city gate. If anything had happened to her… he couldn't bear to imagine.

Jing'er understood his meaning, crossed her arms, and coldly laughed, "What's there to feel guilty about? It's not the first time." The last time, of course, was the incident at Old Well City.

Qingxuan knew these were all his oversights, and he didn't explain much, only saying, "I promise it won't happen again."

Jing'er didn't take it seriously, humming in agreement, and looked at the girl who had changed back into a black dress. Ji Chanxi looked radiant; the black dress outlined her slender curves, and the childishness that had remained on her cool, pretty face had completely disappeared, replaced by the charming allure of a newlywed. Jing'er's expression softened considerably, and she smiled,

"How are you feeling, Sister Ji? Were you bullied terribly by that ingrate last night?" Qingxuan turned his head away, rubbing his forehead with one hand.

Ji Chanxi couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Sister Lu, don't assume everyone is like you just because you're incompetent." Jing'er was stunned for a moment, then said in embarrassment and annoyance, "Are you really this lawless?" Ji Chanxi stopped laughing, curtsied, and said demurely, "I wouldn't dare." Jing'er waved her hand and said helplessly, "Alright, stop pretending. Go to the Second Master's place later. Hmm... if you're feeling unwell, I can go with you." Ji Chanxi jumped up and down twice and said, "It's alright, I'm perfectly fine." Jing'er frowned and turned to look at Qingxuan. Qingxuan was sitting in a chair, her face pale, and her legs looked extremely weak. She opened her mouth and said in slight surprise, "You wouldn't really be... by her..." Qingxuan looked at her helplessly.

Jing'er's pretty face flushed slightly. Usually, when she and Qingxuan were making love, she was always the one begging for mercy, forced to utter many shameful and lewd words. Now, facing Ji Chanxi, she was being treated so badly?

Jing'er reached out and ruffled Ji Chanxi's hair, laughing, "Little White Tiger sister is really amazing." Ji Chanxi was stunned for a moment, clearly not yet understanding the nickname "Little White Tiger." Qingxuan bit his lip, looking at Ji Chanxi with an expression that said, "He won't be a gentleman if he doesn't avenge this."

Jing'er placed her long sword on the table, picked up a chair and sat down, casually pulling Ji Chanxi into her arms. Ji Chanxi had a natural dependence on Jing'er, and without any resistance, gently rested her head between Jing'er's firm breasts.

Qingxuan asked, "Could you describe the situation last night in detail?" Jing'er nodded and said, "At first, some thinner ice outside the north city cracked, and many snow beetles poured out. These snow beetles have extremely hard teeth, enough to gnaw through steel. A large number of snow beetles climbed up the city gate. Fortunately, they were discovered in time, otherwise a long section of the city wall might have been gnawed loose. Under the cover of night, more than five thousand snowmen launched a night attack on the city. The snowmen's method of attacking the city was extremely simple, almost like a human pyramid climbing method, but this method was extremely brutal. Even if they were killed on the city wall, their four claws would be firmly embedded in it and they would not fall.

When the second leader and I arrived, several snow monsters had already climbed up the city wall." Qingxuan asked, "Even if they broke into Lost Day City, without a powerhouse of the level of Snow Mountain or Zhen Tianxia to guard it, it would be taken back quickly. What is the point of this kind of attack?" Jing'er shook her head and said, "I don't know either, but I thought of a possibility." "What?"

"Perhaps Snow Mountain is going to fight with all its might," Jing'er said slowly. "Last night was just the first wave of attacks. There will be continuous attacks until the city falls." Qingxuan said, "Why is he in such a hurry? As far as I know, Shizhou City's response to Snow Mountain's threat is mostly defensive. Even if they manage to break out, they wouldn't dare to venture too deep into the snowfield. They could wait a while longer until the power of Zhen Tianxia is fully restored before launching a full-scale attack." Jing'er said, "Perhaps Snow Mountain itself has encountered some problems."

Qingxuan said, "Is that good news?"

Jing'er shook her head and said, "I don't know."

Ji Chanxi leaned against her, listening to their conversation without saying a word.

Jing'er said, "A large-scale war may break out soon. War is not like a one-on-one duel between strong people. Even someone of my level might die in it, or even be killed by an unknown soldier. Sister Ji, you are still too young. You must not get caught up in the slaughter. In war, the most taboo thing for cultivators is to drown in the quagmire of war. It may be fun to slaughter for a while, but when you come to your senses, you may be trapped with nowhere to go." Ji Chanxi nodded, "Anyway, I will kill whoever Sister Lu tells me to kill." Jing'er smiled and pointed at Qingxuan, saying, "What if I tell you to kill him?" Ji Chanxi bared her teeth and claws and said, "Then I will eat him in bed." Jing'er affectionately rubbed Ji Chanxi's head, and Ji Chanxi snuggled closer to her like a little girl.

Qingxuan looked helplessly at the two sisters and said, "This battle might take a long time." Ji Chanxi asked in confusion, "If it's a fight to the death, isn't it just a matter of you killing me and me killing you? How long will it take?" Qingxuan laughed, "Do you think this is a fight in bed, where a few hours will decide the winner?" Ji Chanxi said disdainfully, "I'm afraid you won't even last an hour." Jing'er patted the girl's shoulder and said, "It really will take a long time, maybe several months, maybe a year, or even many years."

Ji Chanxi said "Oh," "We'll be with you, and there's the First Boss, the Second Boss, the Third Boss... and everyone in the city. Why can't we beat those monsters?"

Jing'er nodded and clenched her fist, "We will definitely win." Qingxuan suddenly remembered the glass palace. Now they couldn't leave the city, and the things in the palace were difficult to retrieve. Things would only get more and more troublesome.

Why didn't Qiu Ding just tell me the location? Is playing riddles fun?

If one day, Lost Day City is really destroyed, then... then I have to take them with me.

Qingxuan looked at the two women with a gentle expression.

That afternoon, battle reports arrived from the south: Shenhou had personally led an expedition, and the sea monsters had launched a large-scale war, directly attacking the southern fortress. Nan Lingyin led her forces to resist, and the two sides were locked in an extremely fierce battle.

Just as people were discussing whether to send cultivators to reinforce, the northern city wall was attacked again, this time on an even larger scale than the previous night.

Distant waters cannot extinguish a nearby fire; once the battle on this side broke out, there was naturally no time to care about the Third Leader. They could only pray that the southern defense line wouldn't be quickly breached.

Firelight blazed in the City of Lost Day, tearing through the darkness. On the towering fortress, bright torches illuminated one dark figure after another. The sounds of battle already came from afar: the roars of monsters, the clash of weapons, the deafening impacts and collapses—a cacophony of sounds mingled together, carrying through the night to many corners of the city.

The day after their wedding night, Qingxuan and Ji Chanxi, disguised as ordinary soldiers, climbed the city wall.

Looking out, the flickering flames formed a cruel sea of stars in their field of vision. In the distance, a relentless tide of black shadows continued to surge, the earth-shattering crashes on the thick ice reverberating. A hail of arrows, like locusts, rose from behind, carrying a faint white light, and poured down upon the city below in waves.

The long-haired, red-eyed yeti were as hard as rocks; some of the runic arrows pierced their fur, others were swatted away and shattered, but their charging figures were ultimately slowed. A torrent of molten blue iron poured down, washing away the snow beetles clinging to the city wall like snails.

After the Yeti's several failed attempts to breach the city, the cultivators of Lost Day City charged out with renewed vigor. Qingxuan, still on the city wall, realized that in this kind of battle, he couldn't draw his sword at all. The two armies had clashed and merged, and rashly drawing his sword would likely injure many of his own men.

Amidst the deafening roar of battle, the night seemed to boil.

Just as Qingxuan was about to leap down from the city wall to kill, an enormous black shadow slowly appeared in the distance, pressing down like a mountain.

On the shadow's shoulder sat a figure resembling a young boy.

Qingxuan immediately grasped Ji Chanxi's hand.

That night, outside Lost Day City, above the icy plains, in the deep, inky darkness, vast swathes of aurora borealis stretched across the sky, dazzling the stars and moon.

Zhen Tianxia, after exchanging over a hundred sword strikes with Ji Chanxi, who stood holding her sword, hovered in the air, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

This was the first time Ji Chanxi had truly grasped that sword, twisted and interwoven like lightning.

The sword light illuminated her features, her clear black and white eyes now shining like frost and snow.

"Still the same after all these years." Zhen Tianxia squinted at the girl in the black dress, his tone a leisurely complaint: "Women really are all man-eating tigers."

A greatsword slashed down, its force like a thousand pounds.

"You're still the same, still unable to shake off your dependence on humans." Zhen Tianxia's voice was torn apart by the wind.

In the darkness, Qingxuan's enormous Dharma form unleashed a powerful punch, its fist energy also bursting forth with sword intent, forcefully slamming Zhen Tianxia's eagle-like figure back hundreds of feet.

"Unity." Qingxuan whispered.

Ji Chanxi remained silent, unleashing one sword light after another, each seemingly tens of millions of feet high.

Sword intent resounded throughout the heavens and earth like thunder in spring.

Zhen Tianxia's figure suddenly halted, his white hair billowing, his eyes also blazing with a scorching flame.

In the overwhelming darkness, tens of thousands of tiny flying swords, formed from scattered sword energy, appeared all around, spinning endlessly like a Tai Chi symbol.

Zhen Tianxia stood at the very center, his long, wild hair flowing freely. He traced a finger across the sword's blade.

The dazzling sword shadows in the sky multiplied several times over, swirling and dancing like the most resilient tsunami in the world.

Qingxuan wanted to warn Ji Chanxi not to panic, but seeing the girl's calm, deep gaze, concealing the sword's brilliance, he knew he was overthinking it.

She gripped the sword like a spear, twisting her wrist, her body leaping up like a carp, battling the wind and waves.

Tens of thousands of sword shadows fell, but none could engulf her.

A resounding clang echoed through the heavens and earth once more, and the two in mid-air were each pushed back over a hundred feet after this collision.

On the snow-covered plain, snowflakes mingled with severed limbs and blood, splattering everywhere. All elaborate magical techniques paled in comparison to this massive battle. Cultivators wielding longswords and magic blades charged forward, unleashing their sharpest attacks on the onrushing snow monsters. The

massive shadows of the snow-capped mountains swung heavily in the darkness. Jiang Miaoxuan traversed the icy plain, twisting and turning, drawing away the snow-capped mountains' attacks while simultaneously cutting through the gaps in the demonic currents, spraying up fountains of blood. Even she bore numerous wounds of varying sizes.

Thunder and fire clashed outside the long city walls, a deafening roar rising, the sword light falling to earth as thin as snowflakes. After a round of fighting, Jing'er climbed back onto the city walls. Standing high above, she surveyed the long battle line, searching for weak points that might be breached.

The lonely moon hanging high in the sky was tinged with crimson.

Watching the snowflake-like sword shadows fall, Jing'er felt a strange sense of peace wash over her.

Thunder rumbled, winds howled—this war had raged for tens of thousands of years outside this ancient city, giving rise to the most formidable and diverse magical arts, and also to races locked in a life-or-death struggle. And the people of the dynasties far beyond the South Sea, gazing at the faintly red moon tonight, would they think of this place, would they still fantasize about what a paradise the City of Lost Days might be?

Jing'er calmed her breathing; the clamor gradually surfaced, Yuan Ran surrounding her, seemingly thirsting for blood.

"Murder..."

...

In the City of Lost Days, day and night were indistinguishable; the roars of battle echoed far and wide in the boundless darkness. Beyond countless city walls, the endless glaciers melted, black waves churned and shattered. The City of Lost Days lacked seasonal distinctions; from the perspective of the entire world, these were the turbulent currents of approaching autumn.

The dark sea split into channels, and sea monsters wielding tridents swam and surged forth in dense, overwhelming numbers, like a thousand carp crossing a river.

Unlike the icy plains, the ocean was not a place where cultivators could directly engage in combat; that would be tantamount to throwing themselves into a boiling cauldron of oil for slaughter. Therefore, they could only defend and counterattack from fortresses built against the city walls. Most of the sea monsters were not resurrected from the Southern Wilderness, but rather creatures forcibly gathered by the mirage demons, coerced into submission with promises of profit.

These monsters were mostly small, weak creatures, but a considerable number had secretly cultivated to the Transcendent Realm deep within the sea, though for ordinary monsters, the Transcendent Realm was the ceiling. The Lost Day City, with its ten-thousand-year-old orthodox Daoist tradition, cultivated cultivators whose combat strength and cultivation levels far surpassed those of the sea monsters. However, the sea monsters' prolific reproduction rate meant that the number of cultivators in Lost Day City was far less than that of the sea monsters.

In such wars, most sea monsters are cannon fodder; the truly powerful are always the resurrected mirage demons. Legend has it that their blood is mixed with dragon blood, making them among the most powerful creatures in the ocean. However, seemingly due to having died once, these mirage demons are all… cowardly and afraid of death.

In this battle of soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, Nan Lingyin naturally had to restrain the most powerful Mirage Roar. Mirage Roar's cultivation had greatly increased, making him extremely arrogant. He looked down on his former defeated opponent. Thousands of mirages floated above the south of the city, and Nan Lingyin's figure broke through and disappeared within them, like a crescent moon floating in a sea of clouds.

Despite being at a disadvantage in every aspect, Nan Lingyin remained undefeated, stubbornly holding off Shenhou. Shenhou hovered high in the sky, revealing its massive form, like a dark cloud pressing down on a city. However, he dared not be complacent, for he was unsure whether the leader, Nangong, had gone to deal with Zhen Tianxia or was lurking here to ambush him.

Yet, at this moment, he could hardly suppress the elation in his heart. He even felt that even if Nan Lingyin and Nangong joined forces, he would not be at a disadvantage.

Within the mirage, countless illusions blurred the lines between reality and illusion, rife with deadly intent. Nan Lingyin, carrying a long sword, her graceful figure clad in tightly fitting clothing, was now soaked through by the wind and rain. Her eyes were slightly red, faintly bloodshot, and a fierce hatred still filled her chest. However, the gap between her and Shenhou's cultivation level remained, a gap that could not be bridged in the short term. All she could do was to mobilize her power to the limit and try her best to delay Shenhou three thousand miles away from the South China Sea.

The distant, raging waves crashed against her face, leaving only the cool raindrops.

Nan Yi was a female warrior on the first line of defense of Lost Day City. She was exceptionally skilled in Taoist magic. Logically, she should have trained in the rear for a while before going to the front lines to fight. However, with more and more casualties and fewer and fewer people available, and with her only in her early twenties, she was considered a very young woman in the life of a cultivator. Before climbing the city wall, she was filled with turmoil. For a long time, when she looked at the disgusting sea monsters churning in the sea, her mind went blank.

She remembered nothing of what her teachers had taught her: the cultivation of Taoist magic, the righteousness of the Lost City, the cruelty and bloodthirstiness of the Southern Wilderness demons, the blood feud of thirty thousand years ago. A nauseating fear instantly filled the girl's heart. During that time, she was constantly trembling with fear. She knew she was not a qualified warrior; she felt she had let down her father who had died in battle and her wounded mother. Until just now, she had killed a sea monster with her own hands for the first time.

The sea monster had slippery scales, long, sharp tentacles, and dead white eyes. It thrust at her with a three-pronged halberd. Instinctively, she swung her sword, and whitish blood spurted out, splattering onto her clothes. For a moment, she even almost lost her grip on the sword.

She glanced around; the people around her were all brave and skilled warriors, cutting down the sea monsters that dared to climb the city walls one by one, lifting their corpses and throwing them back into the sea.

The walls of the South Sea City were already littered with corpses.

Nan Yi stared at the corpse she had slain; it was still writhing on the ground. She tried to hook it with the tip of her sword several times, but failed. Filthy fluid oozed out, and the stench made her gag repeatedly.

Just then, another snake-like creature abruptly rose over the city wall. Its enormous head was the size of a human head, and its other four heads were firmly gripping the walls on either side. The hissing sound transmitted through the air like electricity. Nan Yi looked up, feeling her scalp tingle and a chill run down her spine. Her limbs went numb.

In her past lessons, she had heard many descriptions of monsters from her teachers. This multi-headed serpent was a type of mirage demon, possessing terrifying demonic power. It was born with cultivation equivalent to the fifth realm of humans, and this mirage serpent already had five heads, making it a powerful demon that had surpassed the eighth realm.

Judging solely by her cultivation level, she was certainly capable of fighting, perhaps even surpassing him. However, her nature was too timid, and now, consumed by fear, her mind was blank, unable to recall anything she had learned. The giant snake lashed out at her like a whip, and she trembled, knowing that soon her bones would break and she would be devoured by the snake.

Instinctively, she swung her sword to block, but felt no impact from the snake's head striking her.

Nan Yi squinted slightly and saw that the giant snake's head was gone, leaving only a gaping wound the size of a bowl on its long neck, from which blood gushed forth.

A hand rested on her shoulder and gently patted her.

"Don't be afraid, it's alright."

Nan Yi turned her head and saw a woman in black robes standing beside her. The woman wore a tight black robe with silver-white armor over it, but even though the armor was tightly wrapped around her, her voluptuous and graceful figure still outlined a mountain-like curve. The woman wore a hood, with only a few strands of hair falling out. Nan Yi couldn't see her face, but she felt a strange sense of security.

"Senior... who are you?" Nan Yi asked timidly.

The woman in silver armor and black robes smiled gently and said, "I have heard your name at the Dao Martial Pavilion. Nan Zheng also said that you are one of the most talented people among the younger generation. You have unique insights into Daoist techniques and have already entered the ninth realm at the young age of twenty. Why are you so cowardly in the face of such a life-or-death battle?" Nan Yi opened her mouth, her hand holding the sword trembling slightly. She also hated her own nature, but when she saw the blood and limbs, her arm just wouldn't give way.

After waiting a moment without receiving a reply from Nanyi, the silver-armored woman smiled and said, "Perhaps it's because you lack fire in your heart." Nanyi subconsciously retorted, "My father was killed by sea monsters..." The silver-armored woman interrupted, "In Lost Day City, everyone can cultivate, and lifespans are very long. The connection between kinship and blood is very weak. Your father guarded the South Gate with the army for decades; you probably haven't seen him much since birth. When the news of his death first came, you might have thought about avenging your father and fighting the sea monsters to the death. But when you actually arrived on the battlefield and saw thousands of sea monsters stirring up the seawater and surging towards you, your feelings were different." Nanyi lowered her head and said, "I... I really wanted to kill the monsters..."

"Hmm." The silver-armored woman responded, pacing up the city wall, and said softly, "Come here." Nanyi walked to her side, and she heard the other say, "Look down." Nanyi took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and stuck her head out. The seawater below the city was churning as if boiling, and countless monsters surged out of the water, spewing eerie blue flames. They pressed their bodies into extremely narrow spaces, dodging the swarms of arrows, and clung to the city wall as they climbed upwards. That chilling feeling returned, and she couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The silver-armored woman turned and took her hand, speaking softly, "Your teacher must have taught you combat skills. What did you practice against?"

Nan Yi swallowed hard and replied, "Wooden stakes... and straw men." "Then think of them as bundles of straw men," the silver-armored woman said, pulling her back to the city wall. "Look down. Below are wooden stakes and bundles of straw men, or countless mindless ants."

Nan Yi forced herself to look down, the silver-armored woman standing behind her, holding her sword-wielding wrist.

Nan Yi had the illusion that she was about to be thrown off the wall, and she instinctively shrank back, but the woman held her shoulder firmly, rendering her immobile.

The silver-armored woman, still in black, raised her sword-wielding hand and then slashed downwards. The scene was like a teacher meticulously instructing a little girl to write, each stroke precise and solemn.

The sword tip pointed downwards, slicing heavily across the sea.

Nan Yi watched as a snow-white sword aura poured out, churning the seawater and gushing out large amounts of blood. A sharp groan, like the cry of a baby, lingered in the air above the sea. Nan Yi wanted to cover her ears, but she restrained herself, keeping her eyes wide open to see what was happening before her.

"Look, they're just a little fierce and ugly, but they're nothing more than ants and puppets at the mercy of others. How can they be worthy of the sword of Lost Day City?" The silver-armored woman held her hand again and gently swung her sword with a simple yet powerful motion. Nan Yi suddenly felt less afraid. She stared wide-eyed at the sea under the moonlight, at the scene of those writhing intestines, when she suddenly heard the woman's cool voice behind her: "When a sage designs a battle formation, there must be both the orthodox and the unorthodox, both the following and the ambush, both the threatening and the prepared..." Nan Yi realized that this was a famous passage that her teacher often had them recite when she was studying at the Daowu Pavilion. Now, hearing the woman's clear and resonant voice, she couldn't help but recite it along with her: "There must be front and back, center and left and right, there must be the grappling hook, there must be the wandering gate..."

The two women's recitations drifted in the cool night, like the resounding clang of the thirty-six weapons in the cool night.

Amidst the chanting, the silver-armored woman meticulously demonstrated a few sword strikes for her. These were the sword techniques she had practiced most diligently. The cries still echoed, and her emotions gradually calmed down.

"When they come to kill you, you'll be afraid; when you kill them, they'll cry too," the silver-armored woman whispered. "

Are you still afraid?"

Nan Yi's chest heaved, her voice still trembling slightly. "Much better." The woman released her hand, supporting her somewhat frail body, and smiled. "Come with me for a walk." Nan Yi nodded and followed beside her.

"You know many people on this section of the city wall, right? Some are your classmates, some are your relatives, but most are complete strangers. Lost Day City is vast, but the war has brought people from various cities together here, forming a tight rope. If any part is not defended, it will break, and to reconnect this rope, many more lives will be lost."

Nan Yi recalled the scene of facing the five-headed mirage serpent earlier, and lowered her head in shame.

"The calamity of Lost Day City only strikes once every few thousand years. Before each war, many generations enjoy precious peace. But the price of this peace is that some generations will eventually face the rampaging demons, and will have to take up their swords and risk their lives on these towering city walls. You... and them, all of you are an unfortunate generation."

"But what can we do? The fate of Lost Day City is everyone's fate. This is a blood debt from tens of thousands of years ago. We can no longer trace back, we can't know what exactly happened in that era. All we can do is uphold the will of our ancestors, deter the Moon Sea, defend the city walls, and then usher in the next peaceful millennium." "In doing these things, we must never be merciful. In this long process, you will see many friends and relatives injured and killed, you will see many touching scenes, and you will be constantly threatened by death. Many times you will feel like you are going to collapse, wanting to throw down your swords and cry your heart out. People back then were very fragile and pitiful... But no one will pity you, because in war, pity is always a fragile emotion. Others will not sympathize with you because of your kindness or your pitifulness. All you can do is suppress all negative feelings, send your swords close to their hearts, and use this as a form of solace." The silver-armored woman slowly walked across the city wall, her gaze looking towards a higher and more distant place.

"Can you see that? A mirage stretching for thousands of miles. Your third leader is fighting the legendary Mirage King. Even someone as strong as her might perish in this war." "Hmm." Nan Yi followed her gaze and nodded.

"And just recently, your third leader also fell into their hands, suffering unimaginable humiliation. To this day, dozens of cultivators are still imprisoned in the sea monster's dungeon, enduring unimaginable humiliation and torture." Nan Yi's mouth dropped open. She knew that a large-scale battle had broken out between the two sides recently, and it seemed that the third leader's side had been defeated, but the information was vague, and she couldn't possibly know these things. The third leader had always been her role model. When she thought of the third leader's aloof and powerful appearance, and then of those ugly and twisted monsters... "Third leader... she was..." Nan Yi didn't dare to ask any further.

The silver-armored woman nodded and said, "It might be worse than you imagine. Heaven and earth are ruthless; the line between strong and weak only becomes clearer in war. All aspirations for peace are meaningless at this time."

Nan Yi listened attentively, and only after she finished speaking did she tentatively ask, "Who exactly are you? Are you a lord of the Lower Rank Palace?"

The silver-armored woman removed her hood, her snow-white hair fluttering in the night. Her exquisitely beautiful face made Nan Yi's breath catch for a moment.

Nan Yi stared at her, all the adjectives describing beauty flashing through her mind, only to be swept away like smoke. The only word she could think of was "national beauty." Nan Yi finally remembered something, and for a moment she wanted to kneel down.

The beautiful woman held her shoulders and smiled, "During my time here, no sea monster could climb this city wall, but now I must leave. This place is in your hands. Can you hold them off?" Nan Yi felt a heat rise in her chest. She gripped her sword tightly, feeling an urge to cry.

"We can hold them off."

"Good." The woman stroked her hair and smiled, saying, "You must try your best." Then, the woman's figure disappeared from the city wall, as if she had never been there.

Nan Yi raised her head, her gaze gazing into the distance at the sea and rain, seeing the vast sea of clouds, and a large, silvery moon rising amidst the myriad mirages.

What an unfortunate generation, what a heroic generation...

Nan Yi gripped her sword tightly, her eyes red-rimmed.

And there, in the clear, moonlit sky, a woman clad in silver armor stood side by side with Nan Lingyin, the myriad mirages before them like a canyon after a landslide, cracked open with a gaping fissure.

At that moment, the enormous shape of the mirage roared backward, retreating a thousand feet at a time.

...

When Jing'er returned to her room, she was very tired. She gently lit a lamp, and the small flame illuminated the small space.

The door was gently pushed open, and Jing'er turned around to see Qing Xuan standing at the door, dressed in new clothes.

"Where's Sister Ji?" Jing'er asked.

Qingxuan, equally pale, replied wearily, "Chanxi's injuries aren't serious. She's already asleep, and the Second Master is looking after her."

Jing'er hummed in agreement. "Come in."

Qingxuan walked behind her and embraced her soft, slender waist from behind. Jing'er groaned and pressed Qingxuan's hands against hers, whispering, "No, I'm too tired today." "No," Qingxuan said forcefully. He hugged her from behind and pushed Jing'er onto the bed. Her firm, full breasts pressed against the bed. She lay on the bed, and from behind, her slender, beautiful figure was fully exposed. Her long, jade-like legs, pert buttocks, and tightly bound waist were all enough to ignite the flames of desire.

"Not today..." Jing'er's voice was soft, sounding like a moan.

Qingxuan grabbed her ankle and said forcefully, "Spread your legs."

Faced with Qingxuan's strength, she was powerless to resist much. Her legs parted, and she felt Qingxuan begin to undress her. Finally, his body pressed down on her. She wanted to say a few cold words, but her dry jade flower path betrayed her, welling up with spring water, becoming wet and muddy. Then, his hot penis pressed against her entrance. Jing'er struggled symbolically for a moment, then stopped resisting, letting Qingxuan press down on her, pushing his penis deep into her flower.

Jing'er moaned softly, her waist arching slightly, but her body gradually relaxed. Her tense and irritable mood gradually dissipated in the precious pleasure.

"Jing'er..." Qingxuan pressed against the back of her neck and gently kissed her dark blue hair.

"Hmm?"

"Next time, it'll be you with me."

"Okay."

"Want to sleep?"

"Hmm."

"Don't sleep."

"Then move a little..."

"Heh, you little slut."

"Ah... umm... gently... a little gentler..."

In the eternally silvery-white world, thunder and fire had already raged. In an era where heaven and earth were about to collapse, every moment of tenderness seemed precious. Qingxuan lay on Jing'er's slender body. He couldn't see her face, but he could feel her even and beautiful breathing. He knew that in the long battles to come, all kinds of dangers might come, and the situation would collapse. Even if he were to break one day, he would definitely cut through all the cages for them before that happened. The

woman's beautiful moans rang out again, each sound like a dream.

"Jing'er, stay with me forever... okay?"

"Hmm... okay."

[The End]

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