Dreaming Back to the Heavenly Palace (Volumes 1-10 Complete) Author: Purple House Demon Love むHeavenly Grace Physical Body め

Book 1, Chapter 1: Danger Appears

The sun was blazing, its intense heat seemingly unbearable even for the lush foliage overhead. Through the sunlight, tiny white specks dotted the soft, lovely green grass, gleaming brightly in the cool shadows, their contrasting black and white shimmering particularly striking. Yet, the woman beneath the shade seemed oblivious to the sun's power, comfortably lying on the grass, gazing at the clear blue sky beyond the foliage. She occasionally turned slightly, as if taking a nap, or perhaps lost in thought, enjoying the cool respite from the afternoon heat—a truly blissful state.

If this weren't a mountaintop, although the midday sun was blazing intensely, the wind was even stronger, and the cool breeze blowing under the trees didn't feel like being roasted by fire. Instead, it was quite comfortable and pleasant. If this were in a town at the foot of the mountain, the sun would probably be even more powerful. Plus, where there are many people, the wind is less strong, and you could easily break out in a sweat from the stuffiness. Forget about enjoying yourself there; the sticky, sweaty feeling all over your body would be unbearable.

Lying comfortably, she let the intermittent mountain breezes, sometimes strong, sometimes gentle, brush against her clothes, causing her pale yellow dress to flutter lightly and fall listlessly. The gentle breeze only caused her dress to dance lightly, occasionally revealing her exquisite and slender figure. Coupled with her leisurely expression, she appeared to be no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Her skin was as white as jade, and her lips were full and cherry-like, possessing a unique charm that was both youthful and alluring. Her expression of blissful enjoyment was truly breathtaking.

While leisurely enjoying the warm mountain breeze, the woman's delicate body suddenly moved almost imperceptibly. Her eyes remained closed, but a soft breath escaped her lips, and a slight smile appeared on her face. The smile was incredibly gentle and sweet, seemingly both amused and exasperated, like a gentle, refined, mature, and composed older sister who had encountered a mischievous, playful younger sister and was completely at a loss for what to do with her.

"Master! Master!" The girl's sweet voice, like a breeze across water, stirred a ripple in the quiet, comforting stillness.

Hearing the girl half-hop, half-run towards them, the woman under the tree sighed softly, then opened her eyes, stretched comfortably, and slowly sat up against the tree. As she turned her jade-like neck, her flowing hair swayed from side to side. She lightly patted the back of her neck with the edge of her hand, looking tired and unrested. The girl who ran to the tree, who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen at first glance, was a pretty girl, but she was lively and playful. She was more like a little girl than a woman. She stuck out her tongue, sat down to the side with a mischievous look, and slapped her neck with her hand, her cheeks flushed.

"What's wrong, Jiangxue?" The woman under the tree smiled slightly and patted the shoulder of the girl named Jiangxue. "I was so disturbed by your noise that I couldn't even eat properly. I finally found a chance to rest here, and now you're making such a racket. You have no manners at all!"

"Oh, Master, you don't know!" Jiangxue smiled mischievously, sticking out her tongue playfully. She lowered her voice and brought her face close to her master's ear, as if she were about to tell a major secret. "Do you know... who's back?"

"Could it be... your second senior brother?" The woman smiled slightly and reached out to scratch Jiangxue's delicate cheek. Although she was called "Master," which sounded rather old, Yu Zhenzi had practiced Taoist internal energy cultivation since childhood and was quite skilled. She also had a knack for preserving her youth. Although she was over thirty, she looked no more than twenty-six or twenty-seven. She didn't look like a master; she looked more like Jiangxue's older sister.

"No...no!" Seemingly ticklish, Jiangxue dodged away and snuggled into her master's arms, rubbing against Yuzhenzi's chest playfully. She smiled mischievously, "I don't know where Second Senior Brother has gone. There hasn't been a single word from him. It's Uncle-Master! His disciple hasn't returned, but he's come back first, and he's brought a junior brother with him! Sister Jiangxian is greeting them in the hall and told me to come and invite Master over, otherwise...otherwise Jiangxue wouldn't dare to wake Master up."

"Always like this, so disrespectful," her face flushed slightly, a gentle look appearing in her eyes, but that tenderness vanished in an instant. She seemed to wake abruptly, reaching out to pinch Jiang Xue's still-childish, tender, and sweet cheeks. Her expression was a mixture of exasperation and amusement; she wanted to scold her but couldn't bring herself to be truly angry. The two siblings had never been able to handle these two mischievous children; they couldn't even muster the energy to be angry. "And you two have no respect for your senior uncle at all. Besides, you've always loved to play and cause trouble. Since I started raising you, for over ten years, I've never had a proper afternoon nap. I really don't know how you manage to keep me awake; you always manage to make it impossible for me to sleep, forcing me to get up and clean up the mess. If this continues, what will become of you when you get married?"

"Jiangxue will never get married! Jiangxue will stay with Master forever and never leave Master. If she has to get married... then let Sister Jiangxian get married."

"You..." Yuzhenzi smiled helplessly, stood up, and gently patted her dress a few times to remove the grass clippings, as if she was thinking about something. "Everything depends on 'fate.' It can only be left to fate, and there's nothing we can do about it. If fate brings you to the right place, you can't refuse to get married even if you want to; if fate doesn't bring you to the right place, you can't get married even if you want to. When the time comes, it's not up to you, little devil, to decide whether to get married or not."

"Yes, Master."

"What's wrong?" Seeing a strange smile on Jiangxue's face, as if she wanted to turn away and secretly laugh but dared not, yet couldn't help it, Yuzhenzi couldn't help but wonder. These two little girls were usually unpredictable and could do all sorts of weird things, but why were they acting so strangely today? "Why are you laughing like that? Could it be... that Senior Brother... did Senior Brother bring back some treasure?"

"It's not any treasure, it's Junior Brother." Jiang Xue, who had been holding back her laughter for a long time, finally burst out laughing. "Oh dear, I can't stand it! That little junior brother is so funny. His face is covered in pockmarks, circles and dots. Plus, he's so young, he doesn't look much older than my sister and me, yet he acts so mature. He speaks slowly and deliberately, and moves so slowly, just like a child pretending to be an old man... If Master saw this, he would laugh too..."

"Be careful, don't laugh like that in front of people, you'll offend them." Gently patting Jiang Xue's face, Yu Zhenzi's face darkened, his expression serious, quite like a master's authority. Jiang Xue, who had been so playful, quieted down, as if she had done something wrong and only deserved to be scolded.

"Even if we're as close as junior brothers, you can't laugh at people like that. Everyone has their own fate, and not everyone is like... like your two senior brothers, born handsome and flawless. Heaven knows if your junior brother had a bad temper as a child or was injured accidentally later. It's not something he wanted. Besides, what does appearance matter? One must be upright and honest in one's conduct. Martial arts skills and appearance are just trivial matters, not worth mentioning. Moreover, now that we have a junior brother, you, as his senior sister, must set an example and absolutely cannot judge people by their appearance." "

It's alright now on the mountain, but if you go down the mountain to train in the future, and you casually mock other people's appearances like this, trouble is bound to happen. Let's see how you clean up the mess when you make a mistake. Then you'll be all alone in the martial world, and neither your master nor Jiang Xian will help you clean up this mess."

"Yes, Jiangxue knows she was wrong." Sticking out her tongue, Jiangxue made a face. "But Jiangxue didn't laugh at him to his face! She only laughed after we left."

"That won't do!" Yu Zhenzi sighed, tapping Jiangxue's head lightly with her finger, and shook her head even more vigorously. Their master-disciple relationship had lasted for over ten years; who knew these two little girls better than her? She didn't need to guess the situation to understand. Jiang Xian, who was a year older and more mature than Jiangxue, must have noticed that Jiangxue couldn't help but laugh, which was why she sent her out to find her. Otherwise, with the kind of face Jiangxue was putting on now, it would be strange if she didn't offend someone. "Putting on that kind of face, even if you don't laugh out loud, others will know you're laughing inside. This kind of behavior is even worse."

"Yes...yes...yes, Jiangxue knows she was wrong. From now on, she won't just hold back her smile, she won't smile in her heart, and she won't even let her face move...Oh dear...that's so difficult, Master..."

Having finally made it back to the main hall, hearing their footsteps approaching, a young girl hurriedly came out to greet them.

Only a year older than Jiangxue, although her appearance was extremely similar to Jiangxue's, almost like they were made from the same mold, the girl's demeanor and appearance were much more mature. Because of this inner grace, compared to Jiangxue, Jiangxian was much more beautiful and mature. Compared to Jiangxue, who was innocent and playful, still childish like a child, Jiangxian was gentle and sweet, already a complete young woman.

Unlike Jiangxue, who wore a mischievous smile, Jiangxian's expression was much more composed, like a little adult. She first greeted Yuzhenzi according to the sect's etiquette before speaking.

"I heard from my senior uncle that there's still no news of our eldest senior brother. He's been handed over to our second senior brother to look for him, and he'll probably be back in about six months. But our senior uncle has taken in a new junior brother. His original name was Zhao Yu, but he changed it to Zhao Pingyu because of the sect's ranking. He's waiting for our master."

"Oh? They haven't found him yet?" Yu Zhenzi sighed softly and shook her head. She knew that as long as the fate of this disciple was unknown, her senior brother would be restless and unable to eat or sleep. As his aunt, she was naturally concerned as well.

Her senior brother, Yuan Zhenzi, originally had two disciples. The eldest disciple, Du Pingyin, was the most talented and had the highest martial arts skills. He was young, sharp, and heroic. He worked hard while learning his skills in the mountains. If it weren't for his youth and the fact that his skills were still lacking, his talent would probably have made him no less skilled than Yu Zhenzi. In addition, after Du Pingyin went down the mountain, he had many fortuitous encounters, and his skills improved by leaps and bounds every day. He also usually acted chivalrously and killed countless evil people. His martial arts skills were so high and his reputation so great that he could be called the number one master of the younger generation of martial arts. Moreover, he was a steady and kind-hearted person and a true gentleman. Both Yuan Zhenzi and Yu Zhenzi had high hopes for him and believed that if they wanted to bring glory to the Xuan Yuan Sect, they would have to look to Du Pingyin's performance in the next generation.

At the beginning of last year, Du Pingyin, Lan Yuanqing (head of the Lan family of Jizhou), and Hua Yuanzi (head of the Yizi Huijian Sect of Southern Fujian) joined forces to fight against the notorious underworld figure "Iron Palm Returning to Origin" Shao Huazhong on a precipice in the Wuyi Mountains. The battle lasted three days and two nights, but even with their combined strength

, they couldn't gain the upper hand. Although Shao Huazhong was unaffiliated with any sect or gang, always traveling alone, he had managed to survive in the martial world for so long that no one could defeat him, demonstrating his exceptional martial arts skills and strength. In the battle on the precipice, although he was outnumbered and fighting three against one, clearly at a disadvantage, "Iron Palm Returning to Origin" Shao Huazhong was extremely ferocious. Not only did he not show weakness, but he countered with attack, first using his signature technique, "Mysterious Yang Golden Palm," to kill Hua Yuanzi, shattering his head and leaving him without a complete corpse. In the ensuing fierce battle, Du Pingyin and Lan Yuanqing fought cautiously, sustaining injuries that were not fatal, but they were still battered and retreated step by step. Under Shao Huazhong's ferocious attacks, they had no chance of winning and were on the verge of utter defeat.

In the end, seeing no hope, Du Pingyin risked his life, perishing together with Shao Huazhong, falling into the Wuyi Mountains. Of the group that climbed the cliff, only Lan Yuanqing remained, exhausted and wounded, descending the mountain. He collapsed as he struggled to reach the Lan family, and it is said that he is still ill and unable to get out of bed!

Although this battle was fought with superior numbers, Shao Huazhong, known as "Iron Palm Returning to Origin," had long been a formidable figure in Jiangnan, with no one able to rival him. Although Du Pingyin relied on desperate and ruthless moves, he could only perish with Shao Huazhong, and could not be considered to have gained the upper hand. However, his heroic spirit is still worthy of being sung about in the martial arts world. Du Pingyin was young and handsome, and also chivalrous, so he inevitably had many romantic entanglements in the martial arts world. Among them, the two daughters of the Lan family in Jizhou, Lan Jieyin and Lan Yuping, were most deeply in love with him. Although the Xuan Yuan sect was not prestigious enough, and their social status was not right, Lan Yuanqing was not very supportive of this marriage, but he could do nothing about it.

Now, although Du Pingyin had fallen off a cliff and his fate was unknown, Lan Jieyin and Lan Yuping were still not giving up and were traveling all over the martial arts world, trying their best to find their lover. In addition, Yuan Zhenzi and his second disciple Zheng Pingya were also searching for him. It could be said that although Du Pingyin was almost certainly dead, he was still quite a celebrity in the martial arts world!

While thinking, Yu Zhenzi led the two women and slowly walked into the hall.

As soon as they entered the hall, Yu Zhenzi saw his senior brother Yuan Zhenzi, dressed in black Taoist robes, sitting at the head of the table with his eyes closed, resting. More than a year had passed, yet Yuan Zhenzi remained unchanged, impeccably groomed, his entire being exuding natural grace. His face was gentle and serene, revealing him as a virtuous man. Even years of wandering the martial world had left no trace on his face. Dressed in feathered robes and a black crown, his appearance remained the same, still so youthful. Only a slight, barely concealed melancholy lingered in his brows, a look that tugged at the heartstrings. It was clear that Du Pingyin's fate, unknown, must be weighing heavily on his mind.

Having been constantly worried, Yu Zhenzi was eagerly awaiting Yuan Zhenzi's return. She wanted to greet him and express her gratitude for his hard work, but somehow, all the words that had welled up in her heart vanished upon seeing him. Her throat felt like it was stuffed with a walnut; she was speechless, unable to utter a single word. Even Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue's frantic tugging at her sleeves couldn't bring Yu Zhenzi back from her reverie.

Yu Zhenzi couldn't speak, and Yuan Zhenzi seemed to be locked in a stalemate with her, closing his eyes to meditate like a sculpted Taoist statue, emitting not a trace of human presence. The hall remained silent for a long time. Finally, a slight pain in her lower back pulled Yu Zhenzi back to reality. She turned around and saw Jiang Xian hiding behind her, gently poking her with her fingertips, her face full of an irrepressible mischievous smile. Jiang Xue, on the other hand, had long since retreated outside; from here, only her back could be seen, and she was hiding there, lightly shivering—clearly, the mischievous child was secretly laughing!

"Stop...stop being naughty, Jiang Xian, quickly...serve tea for your senior brother. It's so hot, there's not a breath of wind on the road. Senior brother must be tired after coming back from so far away..." "

The tea has already been served..." Seeing Yu Zhenzi's flushed cheeks and smiling eyes, only paying attention to Yuan Zhenzi, yet still maintaining his usual strict teacher demeanor, Jiang Xian almost couldn't help but cover her mouth to avoid losing control like Jiang Xue and running outside to laugh out loud. Master is always like this. He's clearly very happy that his senior brother is back, with so much to say, so many words in his heart! There are probably three or four large carts that couldn't contain them all, but when they actually meet, the two of them can't even say a word, a contest of silence, even more composed and quiet than when they usually meditate and practice! "Master Uncle, you're sitting so comfortably, not moving at all, because you've had some tea and your inner fire has subsided!"

Hearing Yu Zhenzi and Jiangxian's playful voices, Yuan Zhenzi finally opened his eyes. Unfortunately, his face betrayed him; upon seeing Yu Zhenzi, his cheeks flushed red. He had intended to speak calmly, but his tongue seemed tied in knots, and he stood there, unable to move. He glanced somewhat angrily to the side. His newly accepted disciple, Zhao Pingyu, was leisurely looking at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, not even glancing in their direction, acting as if it were none of his business.

He stood up, gently patted Zhao Pingyu's shoulder, and Zhao Pingyu turned around, silently following Yuan Zhenzi to Yu Zhenzi's side.

"Junior sister, this is my disciple Zhao Pingyu, whom I brought back this time. This is your aunt, Yu Zhenzi. Pingyu, why don't you kowtow to your aunt?"

"Aunt, I kowtow and wish you a long and healthy life."

Only then did Yu Zhenzi's heart finally leave Yuan Zhenzi. She reached out and helped Zhao Pingyu up, looked him over a few times, and then she understood why Jiang Xue, this mischievous girl, had been holding back her laughter and hadn't come in yet, afraid of losing her composure in front of everyone.

Zhao Pingyu's face was not only covered in pockmarks, making him ugly but not repulsive, his appearance was indeed laughable; moreover, although he was about the same age as Jiang Xian, at most eighteen or nineteen years old, definitely not yet twenty, his movements were slow and deliberate. Whether speaking or acting, he was always a beat slower than others, displaying a mature beyond his years. He didn't resemble a mischievous boy, but rather a scholar who had studied diligently in a private school for over ten years before being released, lacking any youthful naiveté or vitality. This composed and dignified appearance, coupled with his ugly face, truly made people want to burst out laughing.

Fortunately, Yu Zhenzi had cultivated Taoism for decades, and his self-control was truly excellent. Although his martial arts skills weren't top-tier in the world, his composure far surpassed many masters in the martial arts world. He barely managed to suppress the urge to laugh out loud. However, while he could suppress it, he couldn't speak for a moment, and could only stand there, letting the awkward atmosphere continue.

Just then, Jiang Xue's clear laughter drifted in from outside the hall. Although she couldn't help but secretly resent her for laughing at such an inopportune time, it broke the awkward silence, as if a curse had been lifted from her heart. Yu Zhenzi breathed a sigh of relief, patted Jiang Xian behind her, signaling her to bring Jiang Xue in, and gave Zhao Pingyu a slight bow.

"Jiang Xue is a young and naive child, with little experience. She may have offended you on our first meeting. Pingyu, please don't take it to heart. Your aunt will handle it..."

"No need for your trouble, aunt," Zhao Pingyu smiled slightly, her expression calm and natural, as if she were already used to this. Strangely enough, when Yu Zhenzi looked into his eyes, she seemed to see a hint of a smile. There was no self-pity at all, as if he really didn't care from the bottom of his heart, and it wasn't just a verbal excuse to his elders. "Ping Yu was born with this face, and I'm used to it. I don't care about it. Please don't punish Senior Sister Jiang Xue too severely, so that it won't be good when we meet again..."

She moved back and gently tapped Jiang Xue's head a few times with her fingers. Jiang Xue stuck out her tongue in pain and covered her head with her hands. Listening to Yu Zhenzi's reprimand, Jiang Xian also stood up straight.

"Look at your junior brother, how steady he is! Unlike you, so mischievous!" Though she was scolding him, there was little seriousness in her voice. A slight smile even appeared on Yu Zhenzi's lips. "Jiangxue, you'd better learn from him, be more composed, and stop acting like a child."

"Yes, yes, Master. Jiangxue knows she was wrong and will try to improve..." Yu Zhenzi

sighed softly. She knew she couldn't say any more. Zhao Pingyu's words had already hinted at something. They had only just met; if she punished him severely because of Jiangxue's giggles, and if Jiangxue or Jiangxian held a grudge... Although Yu Zhenzi and Yuan Zhenzi were her teachers, they couldn't stay by their disciple's side forever. As the senior sisters, they were still the elders, and they had a long time to spend together. If Zhao Pingyu truly harbored resentment, his future would be much more difficult.

However, Yu Zhenzi did not believe that the sisters Jiangxian and Jiangxue would hold a grudge. Although these two children were a bit immature and mischievous like children, with endless tricks and schemes, they were not such petty children. On the other hand, Zhao Pingyu's maturity and understanding were truly endearing. Just listening to him was like listening to a precocious little adult, which made people feel inexplicably comfortable and completely forget his ugly face that they really did not want to look at again.

Gently rummaging in her bosom, she pulled out a small porcelain bottle and handed it to Zhao Pingyu. Before he could even pull his hand away, Yu Zhenzi pressed the bottle firmly into his hand, not giving her newly accepted junior disciple any chance to refuse. "We've just met today, and I don't have anything particularly valuable to give you. These two 'Returning Jade Pills' are exquisitely crafted and secretly refined by our sect, used to nourish the body and replenish qi. Although they're not considered treasures, they can be very beneficial if you accidentally fall ill or get injured while traveling the martial world, and your qi is weak. Pingyu, you can keep them for now, consider it... consider it a gift from your aunt." "

Pingyu is still a child, how can he accept such a valuable thing..." Before Yuan Zhenzi could finish speaking, Yu Zhenzi waved her hand, interrupting him.

"I like this child. He's calm and composed, unlike these two sisters who are always mischievous. Besides, it's just a greeting gift, so please don't be so polite, Senior Brother."

"In that case, Pingyu will accept it. Thank you, Aunt." Seeing that Yuan Zhenzi was only verbally declining and not insisting, Zhao Pingyu put the porcelain bottle into his pocket.

"Pingyu, you can sleep in the back room first. Jiangxian, take your junior brother to settle in. Jiangxue, you come too. I'll punish you by making you clean Pingyu's room. Your senior uncle and I have something to talk about."

"What's wrong, Junior Sister?" Watching the two sisters skipping and jumping as if they could never settle down, and Zhao Pingyu's steady and upright figure, whose very gait resembled that of a gentleman described in books, slowly disappear, Yuan Zhenzi's lips curled into a faint smile. Just seeing these people walking together, the contrast was enough to make one want to laugh. Suppressing a laugh, he slowly paced around the hall before speaking with difficulty to Yu Zhenzi. "Junior Sister, do you see Pingyu... is there something wrong with him?"

"No... it's not that anything's wrong..." Watching them walk away, Yu Zhenzi's eyes were fixed on the corridor leading to the back, not daring to look at her senior brother at all. "It's just... it's just that Yu Zhenzi has traveled the martial world before, and the martial world is vast and full of wonders. Yu Zhenzi has seen many people with special appearances or limbs. Among them are hidden masters, and there are often martial arts masters whose skills cannot be seen from their appearance. However, most of them are extremely sensitive to their special appearances and will not tolerate any contempt or ridicule from others. If someone glances at them or laughs accidentally, it will cause a storm. In the days of traveling the martial world, I encounter this kind of thing several times a day."

"But this new disciple of your senior brother is quite different. How should I put it?" After closing his eyes and thinking for a long time, Yu Zhenzi finally spoke, "When he heard Jiang Xue's laughter, he showed no excitement, no anger, and no self-pity whatsoever. In fact, I even saw a hint of amusement in his eyes. If it were a seasoned and highly cultivated martial arts master, perhaps he could cultivate himself to remain unmoved by appearances and unaffected by the laughter of outsiders, which wouldn't be surprising. But Ping Yu is so...so young, he looks to be under twenty! Unless something unexpected happened, no matter how mature a young man he is, his calmness is...too strange. Is he an old man pretending to be a young man?"

"Actually... I thought of that too. On the way, I took the opportunity to touch Pingyu's face. Judging from the touch and his expression, the pockmarks on Pingyu's face were not faked. I also asked him about it, and Pingyu said that he had smallpox when he was a child, and because his family was poor, they didn't have time to treat him, which is why his face turned out like this. But ugly as he is, Pingyu has the 'Nine Yang Meridians' in him, and his comprehension is not bad. In terms of aptitude, I think he is a talented person who can be well molded. It's a pity that I met him too late. He is almost twenty years old and has missed the best time to practice martial arts. Otherwise, with his talent, it would not be difficult for him to surpass... alas, surpass Pingyin. Alas! It's really... a pity."

Yuan Zhenzi sighed softly. Although he knew that there were many dangerous places in Wuyi Mountain and that Du Pingyin was likely to die, this disciple was someone he had raised from childhood. He had poured a lot of effort into cultivating him, just like his son. He was reluctant to part with him and always had the thought of the worst.

"Isn't that right?" Yu Zhenzi sighed softly, and the two turned to face each other simultaneously. Their eyes met, and Yu Zhenzi's face flushed slightly, her heart pounding. She quickly turned away, forcing a change of topic, "Senior Brother, how...how did you accept Pingyu into your sect? I...I really want to know!" "

This...this...it's a long story." Seeing his beautiful junior sister's shy demeanor as she avoided his gaze, Yuan Zhenzi seemed completely captivated, momentarily at a loss for words. Only after hearing Yu Zhenzi's words did he regain his composure and slowly begin to speak.

"About half a month ago? I broke up with Pingya and was still searching for her near Wuyi Mountain. That night, a heavy rain fell on the road..."

Running as if his feet weren't touching the ground, Yuan Zhenzi was fast, but how much shelter was there on the mountain path? What had been sunny moments before suddenly turned into a torrential downpour, the rain so intense it gave no time to react. By the time he reached a small mountain hut, he was completely soaked. Had he not been carefully protected, even the bundle in his arms would have been drenched!

Reaching the hut, he sought shelter under the eaves, but even that offered little protection; water droplets continued to pelt him. Yuan Zhenzi originally intended to knock and enter. In such heavy rain, being in a sheltered house was better than being soaked in the rain. However, the mountain hut was truly cramped, and the noise inside was so loud that a group of people had already arrived and were lighting a fire to keep warm. The crackling of the fire could be heard constantly, and just from the flickering shadows cast on the windows, it was clear that the small hut was already overcrowded and could hardly accommodate anyone else.

"Hey, Daoist Master, don't be shy, come in! There's not much to eat, but a fire and some warmth will do. This awful weather is really torturous!" The door creaked open, and a burly man with a face full of scars and a rather rough appearance poked his head out.

"Thank you very much then."

Following the man into the house, Yuan Zhenzi took a deep breath and sighed contentedly. After being soaked to the bone outside, the air in the poorly ventilated mountain hut, which had been filled with the smell of smoke and ash, now smelled dry and comfortable, without the usual pungent odor. Calming himself

down, he circulated his internal energy to dry his clothes and expel the chill from his body. As he looked around the room, a chill ran down his spine. The people in the room were divided into two or three groups, all of whom seemed to possess martial arts skills, and several of them had ferocious faces, clearly not benevolent.

What particularly alarmed Yuan Zhenzi was that although the group sitting at the west end consisted of only three people, he recognized two of them: Luo Wei, the "Shadowless Heavenly Net," and Shan Ze, the "Strange Man of Nanyang." Both were notorious figures in the underworld, hated by everyone in the righteous path. Several years ago, when his disciple Du Pingyin first descended the mountain, Shan Ze had fought him fiercely, resulting in a draw, but the enmity between them remained.

Yuan Zhenzi didn't recognize the remaining person, but his distinctive appearance and the unassuming, dark cane he carried made the wooden floorboards creak loudly, indicating its considerable weight. Yuan Zhenzi immediately recognized him as Yun Feiyuan, the "Iron Crutch," an old comrade and elder brother of Shan Ze and the others, who had been defeated by Du Pingyin after his extraordinary encounter and subsequent advancement in skill. Under normal circumstances, Yuan Zhenzi estimated that he could defeat Shan Ze and Luo Wei within three hundred moves. However, if the two joined forces, he would most likely be defeated. In addition, Yun Feiyuan's martial arts skills and strength far surpassed his peers. If he used the "Swimming Dragon Crutch Technique," which was famous throughout the martial arts world, his nearly eighty-pound iron crutch would be incredibly powerful and not easy to withstand.

"Yo! Look who's here? Isn't this the master of the great hero Du Pingyin, the head of the Xuan Yuan Sect, Daoist Yuan Zhenzi? What's wrong? Even the great Daoist with his retinue is getting soaked in the rain alone? Where's the handsome and virtuous young hero Du? Why didn't he come to hold an umbrella for his master? That's really going too far, isn't it?"

Knowing that the Xuan Yuan Sect was small and that its chief disciple Du Pingyin was currently in a state of life or death, saying such a thing in front of Yuan Zhenzi was no different from coming to challenge him. With a wicked laugh, he made no attempt to hide the strong provocation in his voice. Luo Wei beside him was already rubbing his fists and had his famous iron net in hand, which was clearly creaking as it shook. As for Yun Feiyuan, he was deep and experienced, not so tense. His iron crutch was still obediently pressed on the ground, but his eyes were flashing with a sharp light, as if just hearing the name Du Pingyin had already made his heart burn with anger.

Knowing that this battle was not just a contest of victory or reputation, but a matter of life and death, given the deep hatred these three harbored for their sect, coupled with the ruthless nature of those in the underworld, even if Yun Feiyuan, relying on his status, was unwilling and disdainful of being labeled a gangster, what about Luo Wei and Shan Ze? It was unlikely that they would follow the rules of the martial world and attack one by one. Yuan Zhenzi sighed inwardly. Although his clothes were still wet, he didn't bother to warm himself by the fire. He reached behind his back, and his longsword was already half-drawn.

"Daoist Master, everyone, we're all here to take shelter from the rain, not to fight," the burly man who opened the door to welcome Yuan Zhenzi stepped forward, waving his hands to stop the imminent conflict. A group of men behind him brandished their weapons, surrounding him, eager to fight at any moment. "Give me, Yao Changyuan, some face. Let's all warm ourselves by the fire and dry our clothes first. Even if we really want to fight, we'll have to wait until the rain stops before we go outside to fight. How about that?"

Upon hearing this man's name, even the notoriously fierce Shan Ze and Luo Wei's anger subsided. Who in the martial arts world didn't know the formidable reputation of Yao Family Village in Yunzhou? Especially since the current chieftain Yao Changyuan is quite skilled at management, the power of the stronghold has expanded even more than in previous generations. Not only do martial arts figures in the past have to give him some face, but he also doesn't dare to cause trouble in Yunzhou. Even far away from Yunzhou, if anyone hears his name and wants to make a move, they have to consider their own strength. If you offend Yao Family Stronghold, you'll really be in deep trouble!

"So it's Chieftain Yao here. This old man, Yun Feiyuan, greets you. These two are my sworn brothers." Seeing that Luo Wei and Shan Ze's anger had vanished and they took two steps back, their previous arrogance completely gone, Yun Feiyuan couldn't help but curse inwardly. These two sworn brothers are really spineless. When they first saw Yuan Zhenzi, they even put on a heroic air, but what happened? They were so frightened by Yao Changyuan's name.

This is understandable, though. Although Yao Family Village is a mountain stronghold, it is not much different from ordinary martial arts sects. The most profound martial arts skills and the essence of the village's treasure, the "Cloud Dragon Heavenly Appearance" sword technique, are only passed down to the eldest disciples. If they are from a side branch, even if they have high talent, without the teaching of the ultimate skills, their martial arts will mostly be difficult to reach the top. However, Yao Changyuan, as a member of a side branch, was able to surpass all the eldest disciples in skill and become the new leader of the stronghold. There has been no news of anyone in the village daring to raise objections, nor has there been any news of fighting for the leadership. His martial arts strength is self-evident.

In addition, since Yao Changyuan took charge of Yao Family Village, his influence has soared. He has connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles in Yunzhou. Even those who travel from afar, though it is said that even a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake, few dare to provoke him. Although Dan Ze and Luo Wei are also powerful figures in their respective areas, they are far inferior to this man. In terms of reputation and status, among the people here, probably only I can speak to him on equal terms.

"Originally, Chief Yao's reputation resounded throughout the martial world. Since he has spoken, I should give him face and not cause trouble. However, the feud between Yuan Zhenzi's disciple and Yun Feiyuan, these two sworn brothers, runs too deep and cannot be resolved. Moreover, as the saying goes, even a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake. Chief Yao has come all the way to Fujian and Yue, surely he has important matters to attend to, and he is not here to meddle in my affairs. I humbly request that Chief Yao follow the rules of the martial world and give me a break. After I have resolved the feud between my two sworn brothers and Yuan Zhenzi, I will come to apologize in person. What does Chief Yao think?"

"That is indeed true," Yao Changyuan waved his hand, dismissing the bandits surrounding him, and smiled as he returned the greeting to Yun Feiyuan. He actually didn't have much affection for either the Xuan Yuan Sect or Yun Feiyuan. The Xuan Yuan Sect and Yao Family Village had no real connection, but Du Pingyin was new to the martial world and rather impetuous. Most established sects treated such rising stars with courtesy but kept their distance. Besides, he had come all the way to the Fujian-Zhejiang region to handle the family affairs of a retired elder from the village, and had no intention of getting involved in other people's conflicts. His intervention was merely a momentary act of chivalry. Since Yun Feiyuan had given him ample face in their conversation, Yao Changyuan... Taking the opportunity to back down, not wanting to cause any more trouble, he said, "Then please, everyone! Yao Changyuan will just consider himself an outsider." (

Chapter 2, Book 1)

Seeing Yao Changyuan abandon him, Yuan Zhenzi, who had initially held onto a sliver of hope, remained silent. It seemed he was destined to die here today. He wasn't one to cling to life or be afraid of death, but unfortunately, his disciple's fate was unknown, and... and now that death was imminent, Yu Zhenzi's face involuntarily surfaced in Yuan Zhenzi's mind. In his heart, he had so much to say to her!

With a wave of Yao Changyuan's hand, the people of Yao Family Village sheathed their weapons and retreated to the corner, clearing a space in the small house for Yun Feiyuan and Yuan Zhenzi to fight. Even Luo Wei and Shan Ze stepped back, leaving only Yuan Zhenzi and Yun Feiyuan facing off in the small house.

Yuan Zhenzi drew his sword, his expression calm and composed. He didn't say a word, slowly taking deep breaths and regulating his inner energy. With his gentle and long breaths, his clothes, which were dripping wet, dried little by little as if by magic. However, smoke and dust swirled around him, and wisps of moisture rose from Yuan Zhenzi's side, gathering and not dissipating, almost as if they were solidified around him. This showed his profound skill. Not only were Shan Ze and Luo Wei stunned, but even Yun Feiyuan was shocked. It seemed that although this person was unknown in the martial arts world and only became famous after his disciple, his inner strength was unparalleled and he was not as easy to deal with as he had originally thought.

Even so, in a contest between martial arts masters, momentum and imposing presence are paramount. Since Yuan Zhenzi had silently revealed his skill, Yun Feiyuan couldn't remain unresponsive; otherwise, losing in terms of momentum would mean losing half the battle before it even began, rendering the fight pointless. Yun Feiyuan's iron staff moved slightly, without much fanfare, yet a gust of wind swept across the faces of everyone present, causing the walls of the small mountain hut to creak and even muffle the sound of the rain outside. It was as if the sheer force of his movement was enough to level the place.

Seeing the tension between the two, Yao Changyuan strained his eyes, seemingly unwilling to miss a single detail. Although he knew that great reputations were not undeserved, and Yun Feiyuan's illustrious name implied genuine skill, seeing it with his own eyes revealed that his long-lasting fame was no accident. As for Yuan Zhenzi? Although this man was not well-known in the martial arts world, his disciple, who had only recently entered the martial arts world, had already made a name for himself. Great teachers produce great students, and conversely, great students are always taught by great teachers. Yao Changyuan had never dared to underestimate him, and now, seeing Yuan Zhenzi display his refined internal energy cultivation, he was even more certain that this battle, with both sides using their best techniques, would be extremely exciting.

On the surface, Yuan Zhenzi remained motionless, using only his internal energy to evaporate the moisture from his body. Clearly, his Taoist martial arts were extremely profound. Furthermore, Taoist martial arts emphasize using stillness to overcome movement and simplicity to overcome skill, unlike Yun Feiyuan who still needed to wield his staff to display his power and dominance. In terms of movement versus stillness, Yuan Zhenzi had the upper hand in martial arts.

However, Yao Changyuan, though feeling the strong wind, knew that Yun Feiyuan wasn't truly exerting his strength; he was merely using a slight burst of energy to demonstrate his power to Yuan Zhenzi. Moreover, Yuan Zhenzi's power was focused on his body, while Yun Feiyuan was using his weapon to unleash a gust of wind that shook the bamboo walls of the mountain hut several steps away. The difference in distance made the difference in difficulty immeasurable. This battle was a true clash of internal and external martial arts, a battle of extreme stillness versus external force. Even though hundreds of battles, large and small, occurred daily in the martial world, a contest of such skill between these two was rare.

Just as the masters were locked in a stalemate, the situation threatening to erupt, and everyone remained silent—the hut was so quiet you could hear a pin drop—a young boy's voice suddenly rang out, seemingly out of place.

"May I ask if any kind hero could lend me an umbrella?"

Everyone's eyes involuntarily turned to him; the speaker was a small beggar huddled in the corner.

When Yao Changyuan and Yun Feiyuan's groups sought shelter from the rain and entered the house, they both noticed the little beggar huddled up inside, soaking wet and shivering. There wasn't even a fire in the house then, so it seemed that although the little beggar had arrived first, he was only there to shiver from the cold. Given his thin clothes, he might really fall seriously ill after the heavy rain! Firstly, it wasn't

their business, so they didn't bother. Secondly, although the little beggar had encountered so many people entering the house, he hadn't even shown his face or done anything particularly unusual. He simply huddled up in a ball and slowly moved to a corner, leaving them space. Clearly, he didn't want to cause trouble and was afraid of being kicked out in the rain, so he remained silent, waiting for the rain to stop before going their separate ways.

Yao Changyuan hadn't noticed either, but since the other party had voluntarily given up his spot, as a respected figure, he wouldn't hold a grudge against this little beggar, much less chase him away in the pouring rain. He'd even deliberately made the fire bigger, thinking the little beggar was lucky; though he was far away, he still had a heat source to warm himself, and wouldn't fall seriously ill even after the rain stopped. However, neither of them expected that at this critical moment, the little beggar would suddenly speak, breaking his previous silence.

"Oh, what's wrong?" Seeing the little beggar's dirty clothes and his face buried in his chest as if he were cold, even though his clothes had dried a bit, he was still shivering. He didn't look like a martial arts master at all, yet he dared to speak at this time. His voice didn't have the usual fear and trepidation that a beggar would have when encountering a martial arts master. It was as if he was just asking to borrow something and that it was fine if he didn't have it. I originally wanted to kick him to make him quiet down, but Yun Feiyuan reached out and stopped him, even his words were quite gentle.

It wasn't that Yun Feiyuan had suddenly become kind-hearted, or that he valued the little beggar because of his humble yet assertive tone. It was simply that he had been traveling the martial world for a long time and was extremely experienced. Having already decided to settle things with Yuan Zhenzi, he didn't want to create any further complications. He didn't want Yao Changyuan to get involved, and he didn't want to waste his energy on even a little beggar like this. He just wanted to settle things first before engaging in combat.

"Your old man uses an iron crutch, so heavy that it can't even support the floor. I imagine that when you swing it, it must be incredibly powerful, and others wouldn't be able to withstand it," the little beggar said calmly, ignoring Yun Feiyuan's gentle tone and the impatience of Shan Ze and Luo Wei. He spoke as if he were having an ordinary conversation, not with a glaring martial artist. Although her face was hidden, her calm and composed tone alone was enough to attract even Yuan Zhenzi's attention.

"This house is so small and so shabby, it'd collapse if you just bumped into it. If you, sir, were to swing your iron crutch around, it would surely be shattered to pieces. It's raining so hard outside, and the fire that's been so hard to start will go out as soon as it gets wet without an umbrella. You, sir, are skilled in martial arts and not afraid of the cold, so you could stand in the rain for an hour or two without a problem, but this little beggar wants to warm himself up by the fire!"

"Oh? That's true..." Yun Feiyuan snorted coldly, glanced at the Yao Family Village group on the other side, ignored Yuan Zhenzi, and slowly retreated to the side, sat down, and even placed his iron crutch obediently in front of him, stretching out his hands to warm himself by the fire. He didn't even glance at Yuan Zhenzi, looking like he didn't want to fight anymore and wanted to settle things peacefully. "Shan Ze, Luo Wei, you two sit down too!"

Hearing his sworn brother's abrupt words, Shan Ze and Luo Wei, who were about to speak up to help, looked at each other and froze. The two were utterly bewildered. They racked their brains, but couldn't fathom why their sworn brother, who had already verbally subdued Yao Changyuan, preventing him from getting involved and was about to unleash his full potential, would so easily let Yuan Zhenzi go based solely on a few seemingly unremarkable words from this unassuming little beggar. It was

impossible for Yun Feiyuan to be completely unconcerned about his defeat that day! Firstly, while Yun Feiyuan was good in many ways, he was extremely attached to victory and defeat, unable to let go of anything. If someone defeated him, Yun Feiyuan would never let that person off easily; he would insist on a rematch until he could win. Secondly, although Du Pingyin had politely exchanged a few pleasantries after defeating Yun Feiyuan, his demeanor was quite arrogant, making Yun Feiyuan's situation even more embarrassing, especially since it happened in front of so many people! Given Yun Feiyuan's arrogant and resentful nature, it would be strange if he didn't wipe out Du Pingyin's entire family, leaving no trace, if given the chance.

Seeing his opponent sit down, Yuan Zhenzi silently sheathed his sword, sat down without a word to warm himself by the fire, and took a long robe from his bundle, handing it to the little beggar as a token of his gratitude. While outwardly silent, Yuan Zhenzi inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for the little beggar's last-minute intervention that made Yun Feiyuan back down, he feared he would truly be dead. Given Yun Feiyuan's status in the martial arts world, if he didn't fight now, he was unlikely to make a move again today. He had finally escaped this calamity.

A slight smile played on Yao Changyuan's lips, but he was inwardly alarmed. The little beggar, though unassuming in appearance, had hit the nail on the head, pinpointing the situation and forcing Yun Feiyuan to abandon his post. After all, having just escaped the torrential rain and finding shelter here, even someone not as powerful as Yao Changyuan wouldn't want to go out and get drenched in the downpour again.

He hadn't thought of this much before, but giving the little beggar a little something made Yao Changyuan realize that while he had protected his reputation and avoided offending the local bully Yun Feiyuan, he hadn't considered the current situation. With Yun Feiyuan's domineering and powerful style, if he swung his iron crutch, this simple mountain hut would be no match for him. If he really fought Yuan Zhenzi, the hut would likely be reduced to dust before Yuan Zhenzi even fell in three moves. Yao Changyuan didn't care about Yuan Zhenzi's life or death, but if this little hut was destroyed, forcing him to return to Da Yutou, he would be extremely unwilling!

However, Yun Feiyuan was truly sensible and not a reckless person who relied solely on brute force. He knew that Yao Changyuan would have to intervene after giving the little beggar a little something. Weighing the pros and cons, he preferred to let go of this opportunity rather than easily provoke a powerful enemy like Yao Family Village. Yuan Zhenzi must have had some good luck, or perhaps he burned some good incense in his past life, to escape such a great calamity.

"Boss, what exactly happened?" Luo Wei put away the weapon he had been holding and slowly sat back down next to Yun Feiyuan, his face full of reluctance, which he couldn't hide at all. He couldn't help but ask, and managed to lower his voice with great difficulty. "We finally got Yuan Zhenzi alone, such a great opportunity, how can we let it slip by so easily? If that old bastard Yuan Zhenzi returns to Xuan Yuan Sect and joins forces with his junior sister and a few junior disciples, it won't be so easy to deal with him!"

"You still don't understand?" Yun Feiyuan, who was truly furious and had to do his best to keep his face from changing color, almost couldn't help but slap him. These two sworn brothers were really useless, they couldn't even understand something so simple. He really didn't know how they had managed to walk the path of the martial world. "Yuan Zhenzi's martial arts are not weak, he is not an opponent that can be defeated in a few moves. If we really fight, it will take at least a hundred moves to defeat him. In addition, Yao Changyuan and the others don't want to get soaked in the rain. It would be strange if he didn't interfere and meddle."

"So... I see."

Although Luo Wei calmed down, Shan Ze was not so easy to deal with. "It's all because this little beggar talked too much. I should have punched him and killed him when he came in. What's the point of this brat that even dogs wouldn't want to eat if he's afraid of getting wet in the rain? Wouldn't it be better if he died and was reincarnated sooner?"

Yun Feiyuan glared at Shan Ze, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something but didn't say it. Defeated in his attempt to fight, Yun Feiyuan was also furious, eager to find a place to vent his anger. However, the little beggar was unremarkable in appearance, and even wrapped in the dry clothes Yuan Zhenzi gave him, he was still shivering from the cold, clearly not skilled in martial arts. Yet, his words had pulled Yao Changyuan back from the fight, indirectly saving Yuan Zhenzi. Yun Feiyuan, an experienced martial artist, was not afraid of the little beggar, but the man's calm and composed tone, without a trace of the pathetic demeanor of a downtrodden person, showed no sign of weakness even when facing experts like them. Yun Feiyuan would not act rashly before understanding the truth.

He didn't know how long he had been hiding. Although the rain outside was still falling, it had changed from a torrential downpour to a fine drizzle, and then the fine drizzle disappeared in no time. Although the sun was still out and the sky was overcast, and the ground was wet with puddles, the weather outside the hut was now walkable.

Watching the people of Yaojia Village slowly leave in groups, Yuan Zhenzi, who had reached the outside of the small hut, sighed inwardly, turned around, drew his longsword, and prepared for battle. Meanwhile, Yun Feiyuan, having been stopped from fighting, didn't intend to continue, but "The Strange One of Nanyang," Shan Ze, and "Shadowless Heavenly Net," Luo Wei, were not so easy to deal with. With no one else interfering, both were eager to try their luck!

The door slowly opened, and the little beggar emerged, but he made no attempt to stop the fight. He remained silent, simply sitting in front of the house, calmly observing the two sides. He didn't seem like a timid beggar; rather, he appeared to be a junior martial artist, appreciating the rare spectacle of his seniors fighting. Although he knew staying to watch wasn't safe, he couldn't resist staying, hoping to learn something from the experience.

Only then did the four truly see the little beggar's true colors. Although the place was extremely remote, the four of them didn't expect the beggar who appeared in the vicinity to be particularly handsome. However, hearing his gentle and refined speech, they always thought of him as a lotus flower that rose from the mud unsullied. Even if his clothes were tattered and filthy, they believed he must still be a pretty person. Unexpectedly, when they actually saw him, they all looked away in unison, and were greatly surprised: this little beggar was not only not "pretty" at all, but also extremely ugly. His face was covered with pockmarks, which covered most of his face. If it weren't for the light shining in his pupils, which showed his intelligence, they really wouldn't want to look at his face for long.

Yuan Zhenzi focused intently on his opponent, his gaze only briefly sweeping over the little beggar before shifting away, his attention fixed on his adversary, making no further move. Yun Feiyuan, a seasoned veteran of the martial world, never acted rashly before understanding the situation. Although startled by the little beggar's ugliness, he made no unusual move. However, his two sworn brothers lacked such composure. They snorted coldly, both adopting expressions of barely suppressed revulsion, their eyes brimming with undisguised mockery, as if deliberately showing off to the little beggar. Only when Yun Feiyuan couldn't bear it any longer and coughed did the two men regain their composure, shifting their gaze back, sharpening their knives, ready to attack Yuan Zhenzi.

Although the little beggar remained silent, for some reason, Luo Wei and Shan Ze felt as if thorns were pricking their backs just from his bright eyes watching them, making it impossible for them to concentrate on facing Yuan Zhenzi, who held his sword and had already assumed a fighting stance. The two had just been taught a lesson by Yun Feiyuan, so they were completely focused on their fight this time, not daring to cause any trouble for others.

As for the other side? Although they were concentrating on their battle, Yuan Zhenzi wasn't as calm as he appeared. On one hand, he had to be wary of Yun Feiyuan intervening to help his sworn brothers at any time. On the other hand, although Yuan Zhenzi had cultivated for a long time and his composure was far from ordinary, he didn't know why, but the little beggar watching the battle, though merely an observer, didn't utter a single word, which made him feel as if he were being observed and clearly seen. Although he wasn't as distracted as Shan Ze and Luo Wei, he still felt uneasy.

"Alright, alright," seeing that his two sworn brothers couldn't concentrate on their battle, and that Yuan Zhenzi was also playing a defensive game, trying to see how long he could hold out, Yun Feiyuan had to speak up and stop them. Yuan Zhenzi's martial arts were indeed formidable; he was not an opponent to be underestimated. Given his status, he couldn't easily intervene. If things continued this way, his two sworn brothers wouldn't be able to concentrate in battle, and against a master like Yuan Zhenzi, they would have little chance of victory. "Consider yourself lucky today, Yuan Zhenzi. Next time, it won't be so simple."

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Yun. I, Yuan Zhenzi, express my gratitude in advance." He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, confirming that he had escaped a major calamity without serious injury. His heart, which had been pounding with tension, finally relaxed by about 30%. However, he dared not show any sign of complacency. Seeing Yun Feiyuan's unfriendly expression, Yuan Zhenzi refrained from further conversation.

Watching Yun Feiyuan and the others slowly walk away, Yuan Zhenzi breathed a sigh of relief, sheathed his longsword, turned around, and bowed to the little beggar.

"Thank you so much for your help, young brother. I was able to escape with my life."

"You flatter me, Daoist Master," the little beggar smiled slightly, and only then did Yuan Zhenzi see his appearance clearly. The little beggar's face was covered with pockmarks, and his clothes were dirty and tattered. After seeing him, one really didn't want to look at him again. Although he had been warmed by the fire, the chill from the rain was still on his body. If it weren't for the long robe that Yuan Zhenzi had just given him, he would probably still be shivering!

However, upon seeing the little beggar's smile, Yuan Zhenzi noticed that his teeth were exceptionally white, something that couldn't be achieved by someone who neglected their appearance. It was clear that although this man made a living by begging, he was secretly a very clean person. "This little beggar doesn't know martial arts, how could he possibly help the Taoist priest? Besides, the Taoist priest gave me a piece of clothing so I wouldn't get cold in the rain; I should thank the Taoist priest for his generosity!"

"This..." Judging from the little beggar's tone, it seemed that this little beggar really didn't know martial arts. However, Yuan Zhenzi didn't underestimate him because of this. Even though this little beggar was already quite old and had missed the golden time for practicing martial arts, without a fortuitous encounter, even with a famous teacher like him and continuous hard work, he probably still wouldn't be able to master martial arts. At most, he could only become a second or third-rate figure in the martial arts world. But just based on the words he said in the house just now, which secretly helped Yuan Zhenzi avoid a calamity, the cleverness and accurate observation he showed made Yuan Zhenzi really think that if this person could be properly cultivated, although he might not be able to replace Du Pingyin in terms of martial arts, his talent and wisdom would definitely be enough to make him a person of importance.

Moreover, judging from the little beggar's tone of voice, he spoke with gentleness and refinement, unlike a commoner. He probably even had the air of a scholar. Yuan Zhenzi thought for a moment and changed the subject. "This place is close to Fujian and Jiangxi, with many mountains and little farmland. The people here have never been very wealthy. If you beg for food here, I'm afraid your daily earnings will hardly be enough to make ends meet. I, Yuan Zhenzi, am in charge of the Xuan Yuan Sect and have some foundation. Although our sect cannot be considered wealthy, we can still make a living. If you don't mind, I would like to take you as my disciple. What do you think?"

"This..." The little beggar thought for a moment. In fact, what Yuan Zhenzi said was true. There were many mountains and little farmland in this area, and the towns were not large. The residents were too busy to take care of themselves and had little extra food and clothing to give away. In addition, he was not a member of the Beggars' Sect, so he was often ostracized when begging and didn't even have a place to stay. That's why he was forced to come to this remote mountain road in such heavy rain. What Yuan Zhenzi said was like a godsend to him. "I am deeply grateful for your kindness, Daoist Master. Please accept my bow, Master."

With a slight smile, Yuan Zhenzi took Zhao Yu's hand and helped him up from the ground. Firstly, the rain had just stopped, and the ground was still wet and muddy. Although Zhao Yu's clothes were already tattered, it wouldn't hurt if they got even dirtier. However, as his master, he wanted his disciple to be as clean as possible. Secondly, Zhao Yu's reaction just now was completely unlike that of a naive beggar. Although he wasn't particularly cunning, his quick wit and resourcefulness were evident in his words and actions, something no ordinary beggar could do. Although Yuan Zhenzi was grateful for Zhao Yu's life-saving grace, he couldn't help but be suspicious of Zhao Yu's background. He was an old hand in the martial world and wouldn't miss the opportunity to test Zhao Yu's internal energy.

As soon as he reached out to test it, although he didn't stop helping Zhao Yu up, the smile on Yuan Zhenzi's face froze. He really hadn't expected this result. Still not believing it, he increased his internal energy, and a gentle stream of internal energy flowed into Zhao Yu's wrist. What level of skill did Yuan Zhenzi possess? Coupled with Zhao Yu's complete lack of intention to resist, the internal energy flowed through his entire body without any hindrance. Zhao Yu let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing as if he had warmed up. The damp chill that had seeped deep into his body, which even fire couldn't dispel, was instantly driven away by Yuan Zhenzi's internal energy.

"This...this is strange. What exactly happened? If you don't mind, could you please tell me?" Yuan Zhenzi withdrew the internal energy he had channeled into Zhao Yu's meridians. Although his face didn't change color, his eyes were full of doubt. He had just tested Zhao Yu's internal energy and found that Zhao Yu indeed had no internal strength whatsoever, and was definitely not a martial arts expert. But what was even stranger was that, judging from the pulse patterns in Zhao Yu's body, it was the extremely rare "Nine Yang Meridians."

Although there are many schools of martial arts in the world, as numerous as the stars in the sky, if we only look at the path of internal energy, it is nothing more than the ratio of yin and yang energy in the body. Generally speaking, men's body energy is more yang, and women's body energy is more yin. This is an innate difference, and unless one is born with extraordinary talent, it is extremely difficult to change. Therefore, most people in the martial arts world start their martial arts training according to their body energy affinities in order to achieve twice the result with half the effort. Unless the martial arts originally followed a special path, cultivating both yin and yang from the beginning, or taking a different path, the situation is naturally different.

Men's martial arts primarily emphasize masculine strength, focusing on powerful and vigorous movements, with more yang than yin. Even if they cultivate soft power, it's only supplementary. Women, on the other hand, prioritize yin and fluidity, rarely following a masculine path. Far fewer women cultivate yang internal energy than men cultivate yin internal energy, especially since Yuan Zhenzi practices Taoist martial arts, which emphasizes understanding nature and adheres strictly to this innate difference.

Of course, the martial arts world is full of hidden talents, and many extraordinary individuals have found their own paths to the pinnacle. Furthermore, truly transcendent martial arts emphasize the harmony of yin and yang, the complementarity of strength and softness. Reaching the pinnacle cannot be achieved by solely practicing yang or yin techniques. Even then, only one or two out of ten thousand can reach that level. Talent, effort, opportunity, and luck are all indispensable. Yuan Zhenzi himself is well aware that with his current strength, he is still far from reaching that level.

However, Zhao Yu's pulse was the coveted "Nine Yang Meridian," a type of pulse particularly suitable for martial arts with a strong yang energy. Especially since Yuan Zhenzi's Taoist practice emphasized the distinction between yin and yang, this unique pulse allowed for faster initial progress. Furthermore, Zhao Yu hadn't practiced any other martial arts before, making him like a blank sheet of paper. If he properly established his foundation, his future progress would be extraordinary.

Yuan Zhenzi was initially delighted to have such a talented individual in his hands, but upon further examination, he discovered something amiss. Zhao Yu's "Nine Yang Meridian" contained an unusual energy, quite different from the usual meridian energy. It seemed as if some strange energy was constantly clashing within him. No wonder Zhao Yu's complexion wasn't good; it was slightly pale, as if he were ill.

Adding to the anomalies, Zhao Yu's meridians exhibited other unusual phenomena, as if he had been poisoned. The poison, though subtle and insidious, seemed to have taken root within him, intricately entrenched and impossible to eradicate. Strangely, the weak toxicity appeared to affect only the strange energy, without harming Zhao Yu's meridians. It seemed to exist solely to suppress the strange energy, preventing Zhao Yu from being harmed. Even with Yuan Zhenzi's high level of martial arts and extensive knowledge, this strange phenomenon was unprecedented.

"This… it's best not to say it." With a slight sigh, Zhao Yu withdrew his hand, took two steps back, and no longer looked at Yuan Zhenzi. His tone was tinged with sadness and distance, devoid of the joy he had shown when he bowed deeply to Yuan Zhenzi earlier.

Hearing Zhao Yu's voice so desolate, with a hint of self-pity, Yuan Zhenzi was slightly taken aback. But then he realized that he had misbehaved. He had already offered to take Zhao Yu as his disciple, but after testing his meridians, his tone was so polite and distant. It was not like he was treating a disciple, but rather like he was treating a guest with the same respect. No wonder Zhao Yu misunderstood that he had gone back on his word and did not intend to bring up the matter of taking him as a disciple again.

It's no wonder Zhao Yu is thinking so much. Yuan Zhenzi thought to himself, although he couldn't experience it firsthand, just looking at Zhao Yu's appearance, even with a rare meridian like the 'Nine Yang Meridians,' he must have suffered a lot in the past. In addition, Zhao Yu seems to be a very proud person. Even if he is used to other people's cold words, the moment someone said they would take him as a disciple, their tone immediately turned polite and distant. It would be difficult for Zhao Yu not to feel self-pity. No matter how much hardship he has experienced, he is still just a child.

"Ah! It was my mistake," Yuan Zhenzi smiled, walked closer to Zhao Yu, and patted his shoulder. "Now that you've joined my Xuan Yuan sect, according to our ranking system, your generation name is 'Ping,' so from now on you'll be called Zhao Pingyu. Pingyu, there are some unusual phenomena in your meridians, which I know but not why. Have you had any extraordinary encounters in the past? Could you tell me so I can help you resolve them?"

"Yes, Master." Hearing Yuan Zhenzi's words, Zhao Pingyu's expression softened. Although not explicitly stated, Yuan Zhenzi's words clearly indicated that he had no intention of backing down and had decided to accept him as a disciple; there was no need for further reservations or concealment in his words.

"First of all, you were born with the 'Nine Yang Meridians,' a meridian extremely suitable for martial arts. However, your 'Nine Yang Meridians' are different from ordinary people's. They contain strange energy within your pulse, constantly surging within your body. This is why your physical strength is poor, and your constitution is not good," Yuan Zhenzi paused, considering his words. "If someone else wanted to harm you, given that you haven't practiced internal energy, this attack should have killed you long ago. If they didn't intend to kill, but this move was still malicious, with a strange energy that was difficult to dispel, it clearly indicated deep hostility. This... this is strange indeed..."

"Reporting to Master," Zhao Pingyu sighed, two lines of tears streaming down his face, winding down between his brows, "This sinister energy is something I was born with. The enemy is vicious, striking my mother's womb... making me suffer terribly..."

"It must have been tough on you..." Knowing that Zhao Pingyu spoke lightly, but tears welled up in his eyes, revealing endless suffering behind his words, Yuan Zhenzi didn't press further. However, there were some doubts that needed to be clarified first. "But if it was congenital, this vicious attack is completely incompatible with the flow of Qi in a normal person's body, damaging their true essence. In addition, your 'Nine Yang Meridians' have a strong Yang energy, which is even more incompatible with this strange energy. If it weren't for the help of extraordinary people, just the clash and turmoil between the Yin and Yang energies would have damaged your body and meridians. Pingyu, you should have... should have..."

"You should have lived past ten years old, that's right..." Zhao Pingyu smiled calmly, finishing Yuan Zhenzi's sentence. "When Pingyu was ten years old, by chance, I met an extraordinary person who used medicine in my body to force out the poison, which is why Pingyu has survived to this day. That was also Pingyu's first master. Although he has never appeared since, Pingyu still regards him as his master, and that will never change..."

"I see." Yuan Zhenzi breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was only a few words, judging from his expression, it was clear that Zhao Pingyu held the person who had extended his life back then in extremely high esteem and was completely unaware of the poison lurking in his body. However, to be honest, although Yuan Zhenzi himself had figured out the situation in Zhao Pingyu's body, he had no clue how to solve it, even with his knowledge. What

was more troublesome was that Yuan Zhenzi didn't even know whether the trace of poison left in Zhao Pingyu's body by the strange man was necessary to suppress the Yin poison. He certainly had no right to say so, because if the antidote harmed him instead, he would have a hard time explaining it to himself, and his conscience would be uneasy. Fortunately, Zhao Pingyu was already his disciple. As long as he treated him properly, he should be able to suppress the yin energy and poison. As for how to completely resolve the issue, that would depend on future opportunities. "Then let's go back to the mountain first! I should introduce you to your aunt first."

"I see." After hearing Yuan Zhenzi's account, Yu Zhenzi was very nervous. Although Yuan Zhenzi was sitting perfectly fine in front of him, just thinking about how he had faced a powerful underworld figure like Yun Feiyuan and faced a life-or-death situation made Yu Zhenzi's heart clench. His heart was so tense that it almost jumped out of his chest. "So there's such a backstory. It seems Pingyu has quite a background and is definitely not an ordinary person. He shouldn't be just a simple beggar. Senior brother, did you investigate Pingyu's background along the way?"

"I did ask, but I didn't get any results," Yuan Zhenzi said with a slight wry smile. "He's a quiet person. If no one tries to provoke him, he often won't say a word all day. He's more like a cultivator than you and me. If he doesn't want to talk, no amount of persuasion or teasing will make him utter a word. Fortunately, he's kind-hearted and saved Yuan Zhenzi's life. Although we're master and disciple in name, I'm actually quite polite to him. I just hope to cultivate him properly. Even if he's not good at martial arts, if we encounter any urgent or important matters in the future, we'll have someone to discuss them with."

"That's true..." After Yu Zhenzi said this, a long silence filled the hall. In fact, it had been like this for a long time. For some unknown reason, ever since the two of them became disciples of Xuan Yuan Sect decades ago, when Yuan Zhenzi and Yu Zhenzi were alone, they could only talk about serious matters. Once the serious matters were finished, the atmosphere would turn cold, and the two of them would fall silent, unable to utter a single word.

Master initially thought there was some misunderstanding between the two, causing them to dislike each other and unable to speak. However, when he inquired about the reasons separately, he couldn't find anything wrong with them. The two respected each other extremely much and showed no dislike whatsoever. Even when talking about each other behind their backs, they were very respectful. Their feelings for each other were not bad, and they respected each other even more than some senior martial arts practitioners. But for some reason, if only the two of them were present, they would immediately become silent and unable to say anything.

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Zhenzi finally broke the silence. "Senior brother... it's rare for you to come back, and you've even taken on Pingyu as your new disciple. You must be tired from your journey. Senior brother, please go and rest! Yu Zhen and Jiangxian will cook some good dishes for you tonight to welcome you back." "

Then... thank you very much, junior sister."

Watching Zhao Pingyu's longsword dance in front of the large mirror, practicing the same sword technique again and again without getting tired of it, but instead becoming more and more energetic, as if he was savoring the experience. Yu Zhenzi, who had only been passing by, couldn't help but stop and watch.

The season had already shifted from early autumn to winter, and it had been almost four or five months since Zhao Pingyu began his studies. Originally, Yu Zhenzi and Yuan Zhenzi taught each other separately, and she had never paid much attention to Zhao Pingyu's progress in sword practice. However, after listening to Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue's rambling retelling, Yu Zhenzi had also gotten the gist of it. Although Zhao Pingyu was calm and composed, he didn't have much talent in sword practice. Although he worked hard and practiced diligently, his progress was as slow as an old ox pulling a broken cart. Jiang Xian and the others had already mastered the basic sword moves in just one month and were moving towards more advanced sword techniques, but Zhao Pingyu had been practicing for four or five months and was still stuck on a few moves at that level, without making any progress at all.

Yu Zhenzi initially thought that this was because Yuan Zhenzi's heart was still preoccupied with Du Pingyin after returning to the mountain, thus she hadn't been as attentive in teaching. Although she had taught him everything that needed to be taught, Zhao Pingyu had to figure out some subtle details on his own, unable to ask his master for guidance. Otherwise, given Zhao Pingyu's intelligence, he shouldn't be inferior to the Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue sisters, so how could he be so far behind in progress? Although she shouldn't have interfered, Yu Zhenzi had actually wanted to create some opportunities to point out Zhao Pingyu's shortcomings.

But today, Yu Zhenzi only saw that Zhao Pingyu's basic sword techniques were becoming more and more refined with each practice. Several flaws that she had previously noticed gradually disappeared without a trace the next time Zhao Pingyu's sword flew. Although she wasn't considered a top-tier master in the martial arts world, Yu Zhenzi was an expert in her sect's sword techniques, unlike Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue who were blind to the bigger picture.

Yu Zhenzi immediately recognized that Zhao Pingyu was not merely diligent in his sword practice. Each time he swung his sword, he meticulously observed his movements, scrutinizing every flaw, refining his techniques time and again, and compensating for his weaknesses. With each strike, he added a touch of innovation, making his swordplay increasingly refined and polished, striving to minimize any weaknesses or oversights and achieve perfection. Although his opening moves were seemingly ordinary, their power was gradually increasing, demonstrating an extremely solid foundation. Only someone with unwavering focus on swordsmanship, exceptional patience, and a natural talent in this area could work so diligently.

Seeing this, Yu Zhenzi secretly nodded in approval. It seemed Zhao Pingyu truly intended to master this sword technique. Yu Zhenzi then realized why Yuan Zhenzi, known for her strong sense of responsibility, strict teaching style, and willingness to impart all her knowledge without reservation, hadn't given Zhao Pingyu much guidance. After demonstrating a few basic sword techniques, she simply left him to practice on his own. She had initially thought her senior brother was preoccupied with the missing Du Pingyin and hadn't paid attention to the newcomer, but it seemed she had misunderstood him. She

coughed lightly, and Zhao Pingyu, completely absorbed in his swordplay and oblivious to his surroundings, paused. He then realized his aunt was watching him practice, quickly sheathing his sword, bowing to her, and wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Pingyu didn't see you arrive, Aunt, and couldn't greet you properly. Please forgive me."

"Ah, it's alright, continue practicing!"

Yu Zhenzi shook her head and smiled. Actually, when Zhao Pingyu sheathed his sword, Yu Zhenzi was startled, thinking she had done something wrong! But this was understandable. Although Zhao Pingyu's swordsmanship was still in its early stages and he hadn't yet reached the level of a master swordsman with complete control, he practiced with focused concentration, carefully correcting his shortcomings time and time again. Although his progress was quite slow, the insights he gained from each practice session were far greater than those who practiced carelessly, merely going through the motions.

In Yu Zhenzi's view, even if she used the same basic sword techniques from her sect, her skill and experience far surpassed Zhao Pingyu's. However, when it came to the precision and intricacy of his swordplay, even Yu Zhenzi herself was probably inferior, let alone Jiang Xian and the others. Putting everything else aside, just looking at his concentration made Yu Zhenzi feel ashamed of herself. Interrupting his practice felt like hindering him.

Watching Zhao Pingyu intently studying the mirror, practicing the same sword move again, pausing for a long time in front of the mirror after each move, as if deep in thought, his swordsmanship became increasingly refined. Clearly, although this method seemed clumsy, with his tireless effort, it had become the quickest way to achieve perfect harmony in his swordsmanship. Yu Zhenzi couldn't help but sigh inwardly. To be honest, if Zhao Pingyu hadn't become a disciple so late, missing the golden age of martial arts training, with his talent and diligence, his future achievements might not even surpass Du Pingyin's!

Suddenly, Yu Zhenzi seemed to realize something and hurriedly spoke, stopping Zhao Pingyu from his practice. Zhao Pingyu was slightly stunned, his face showing a bewildered expression.

"Watch carefully as your master draws her sword." Yu Zhenzi smiled slightly, took the longsword and compared it with Zhao Pingyu's. Her posture and appearance were exactly the same as Zhao Pingyu's swordsmanship. But for some reason, although her sword moves did not seem as meticulous as Zhao Pingyu's and felt much more unrestrained, Zhao Pingyu's expression changed suddenly. Although his skill was not deep, he could see clearly that the same longsword and the same sword moves, when used by Yu Zhenzi, were much more powerful than when he used them. Moreover, it was not only because Yu Zhenzi's internal strength was deeper than his, but there were other reasons as well. However, Zhao Pingyu could not see the reason for this.

"It's not that Pingyu's practice is wrong," Yu Zhenzi smiled slightly after finishing her swordplay and returned the longsword to Zhao Pingyu. "You practice diligently and with great focus, which is a good method. However, your method is too focused on perfection. Although it is meticulous, rigorous, and powerful, and you can use it without any flaws, even Jiang Xian and the others are far inferior to you in terms of skill, you have overlooked one thing."

"Please instruct me, Aunt. I am all ears."

"No need to be so polite," Yu Zhenzi said slowly after thinking for a moment. "Actually, it's not anything special, nor is it that your master forgot to teach you. It's just that our sect's swordsmanship is derived from Taoist martial arts, emphasizing unrestrained naturalness and understanding one's true nature, rather than meticulous crafting and strict adherence to rules and procedures. Pingyu, you practice your swordsmanship diligently and meticulously, each move adhering to the rules and striving for perfection, which is good in terms of martial arts training. However, when practicing our sect's swordsmanship, if you can understand the Taoist heart and apply the mind of your daily meditation to your swordsmanship, you can reach a higher level and fully unleash the power of our sect's swordsmanship. As for the use of internal energy, that's a matter for later."

"Pingyu understands, thank you for your guidance, Aunt." Zhao Pingyu tilted his head and thought for a moment. Although he wasn't quite clear about what his Aunt was actually referring to, he knew that his cultivation method was indeed lacking. However, Taoist martial arts emphasize personal understanding rather than instruction from a master, so he hadn't intended to ask his master. Only after receiving guidance from Yu Zhenzi today did he realize his mistake.

"By the way, where is your master?"

"Master is still in his room," Zhao Pingyu sheathed his sword and slowly regulated his breathing. "I just received a carrier pigeon from my second senior brother. It seems he has made contact with the Lan sisters and is currently confirming the actual location where our eldest senior brother fell off the cliff that day so that he can go to rescue him."

"Didn't the Lan family head, Lan Yuanqing, know about this?"

"Reporting to my aunt," Zhao Pingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and even his voice became much more cautious, which made Yu Zhenzi pay attention as well. "According to rumors in the martial arts world, after the Lan family head returned to Jizhou injured, he has been bedridden and unconscious. Originally, it was thought that although he was seriously injured, he should be better after resting. But we don't know what kind of martial arts he was afflicted with. No matter what medicine or antidote he used, he has not recovered. Even the masters of Shaolin Temple tried all methods to no avail. At most, he can only occasionally regain consciousness, and even when he is conscious, he cannot speak much. Therefore, even the young ladies of the Lan family, who are close to him, cannot confirm the location of the decisive battle that day."

"So that's how it is..." Yu Zhenzi had been waiting for this news for over a year, and this was the first time she had heard anything about Du Pingyin, yet it was so uncertain. She couldn't help but sigh, her heart filled with melancholy. Even she, as his aunt, was deeply worried about Pingyin. Yuan Zhenzi, loving her disciple dearly, would surely wish she could sprout wings and fly to Du Pingyin upon hearing this news.

Seeing Yu Zhenzi lost in thought, Zhao Pingyu remained silent, standing silently before her, waiting for her reaction. Suddenly, a sweet and delicate voice broke the tense atmosphere, startling Yu Zhenzi from her reverie.

"Junior brother, come quickly! Senior sister needs your help! Stop lazing around! Come out now... Ah, Master... Master..."

The voice called out loudly, accompanied by the sound of half-running, half-walking footsteps, as it rushed over. Without even looking, Yu Zhenzi knew from the sound of footsteps that it must be that mischievous and troublesome little Jiangxue, looking for another opportunity to bully the new junior brother. She wondered if Zhao Pingyu truly didn't care, or if he had simply grown accustomed to passive acceptance. He hadn't even uttered a word to her or Yuan Zhenzi.

Just as she turned the corner of the corridor, Jiangxue saw Yu Zhenzi standing before Zhao Pingyu. She was utterly startled; her previous cries of delight vanished instantly, as if her voice had been drained away, leaving her frozen in place, unable to utter another sound.

"What brings you here to see your junior brother, Jiang Xue?" Seeing Jiang Xue's momentary blankness, Yu Zhenzi chuckled inwardly. This little devil was indeed hiding something, but on the surface, he remained completely calm, revealing nothing. "I just gave Ping Yu some pointers on a few shortcomings and am about to watch him demonstrate a few moves. If you're free, stay and watch carefully! Later, I'll ask you to tell me if there are any flaws in Ping Yu's swordsmanship. Where's Jiangxian? Ping Yin and Ping Ya aren't here. Apart from me and your senior uncle, she's the most senior. As your senior sister, she should come and see you. I've been idle these past few days and haven't seen you practice your swordsmanship. I'd like to take this opportunity to see if you're working hard."

Yu Zhenzi's preemptive strike had already startled Jiang Xue, and now she was speechless. Originally, the mountain dwelling was quiet and peaceful, with nothing particularly special to do. Yu Zhenzi, having cultivated Taoism for a long time, could still concentrate on practicing martial arts. Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue, however, were still young and mischievous, making it less peaceful. Moreover, Yu Zhenzi's teaching of his disciples was far less strict than Yuan Zhenzi's in terms of martial arts training. While he was supervising their sword practice, it was fine, but when Yu Zhenzi wasn't paying attention, the two were happy to slack off and weren't as diligent.

In addition, after Zhao Pingyu arrived, they had this little junior brother, which gave Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue even more to play with. Although this little junior brother had a face full of pockmarks and was so ugly that no one wanted to look at him twice, and he acted very steadily, unlike a mischievous and playful teenager, he wasn't a heartless person. As long as it didn't interfere with his sword practice, he would occasionally join in on the two sisters' mischievous antics. Over time, Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue stopped finding him repulsive. However, being young and playful, and now as senior sisters, they were bound to get carried away when they finally had a junior brother to guide them. Sometimes, the line between guidance and bullying wasn't so clear.

"At this hour, Senior Sister is probably planning to go hiking with Pingyu, right? We agreed on this yesterday." Seeing Jiang Xue turn pale with fright at the mention of sword practice, Zhao Pingyu knew immediately that his junior sister was indeed lazy. Now that his aunt had caught her red-handed, she was in for a rough time. "Pingyu is incredibly foolish. I was so focused on sword practice today that I almost forgot our agreement. Please forgive me, Aunt."

"Yes, yes... Jiangxue did indeed come to ask Junior Brother to go hiking. The scenery here today is truly beautiful... Besides, Pingyu is new here and probably hasn't even seen the few beautiful sights of the mountains just before winter. Jiangxue and I agreed that I would take Pingyu hiking so he can experience it..." Hearing Zhao Pingyu's words of relief, Jiangxue breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly echoed Zhao Pingyu's words, "Our sect is deep in the mountains, and the scenery changes greatly with the seasons. They are all... all rare and beautiful sights! If Junior Brother doesn't enjoy... doesn't appreciate them properly, wouldn't that be a waste of all the beautiful scenery here? As Senior Sister, Jiangxue should naturally... should take on the responsibility of guiding him. Besides, Pingyu is too diligent and needs to relax occasionally. Don't you think so, Master?"

"Oh...Is that so!" Yu Zhenzi glanced at Jiang Xue with interest and chuckled inwardly. It was good that Zhao Pingyu was sensible and had escaped another disaster. Moreover, Jiang Xian, who was walking quickly, seemed to have heard Jiang Xue's words as well. Now it would be difficult to expose them.

"Then forget it," Yu Zhenzi patted Jiang Xue's shoulder and smiled faintly with a meaningful look. "Jiang Xian, Jiang Xue, you two sisters should take good care of Ping Yu and let him 'experience' the beautiful scenery of the mountains in all four seasons. Don't neglect it. Ping Yu, you are indeed diligent in practicing swordsmanship, but in order to calm your mind, you should relax occasionally. You can go with your senior sisters! When you come back, you must tell your aunt exactly which beautiful places you have visited. Although I have been here for a long time and have occasionally enjoyed the scenery, I am afraid there are some things I have missed. You must help your aunt check if there is anything that your aunt has not noticed before. When you come back, you must tell her. Don't forget."

"Master...Master, since that's the case, you can come with us!" Hearing Yu Zhenzi say this, Jiang Xue, who was originally terrified, regained her usual liveliness. She grabbed Yu Zhenzi's sleeve and pulled her in a coquettish manner, refusing to let go at all. She was completely different from her fright just now. "I won't go, you young people go and have fun!"

Book 1, Chapter 3: Two Beauties Trial the Joys

Although it was nearing winter and the mountain was chilly, getting colder even faster than on the plains, the mountain wind was already quite biting. However, all three of them had put on thicker clothes. In addition, Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue had practiced for ten years, and their internal strength was already quite formidable. Although Zhao Pingyu was a beginner, he practiced diligently and was calm and not impetuous, which was a good way to cultivate internal strength. Although his progress in swordsmanship was not fast, Zhao Pingyu had already made some progress in internal strength. In addition, they had been walking on the mountain path for half an hour, and their bodies were warm from the activity. The three of them were not afraid of the cold weather.

Along the way, Jiangxue skipped and hopped, pointing and gesturing, leaving Zhao Pingyu like a country bumpkin in the big city, completely dumbfounded and at Jiangxue's beck and call. Luckily, Jiangxue had a great memory and loved to play, so she knew all the paths on the mountain like the back of her hand, and knew exactly what fun things were in each place. Plus, with Jiangxian by her side, if Jiangxue couldn't remember or explain something, Jiangxian would point it out. Zhao Pingyu couldn't remember everything at once.

"Hmm... it should be this... this way... Ah! That's right, it's here..."

"Ah, no way! Jiangxue, how can you keep it all to yourself? I want some too..."

Reaching a path, Jiangxue seemed to remember something, quickened her pace, and rushed into a small clump of trees on the grass beside the path.

Just a half-beat slower than Jiang Xue, Jiangxian, who had been keeping a close eye on Zhao Pingyu to prevent him from getting lost, seemed afraid of being overtaken by Jiang Xue. She abandoned Zhao Pingyu and rushed in on her own. Zhao Pingyu didn't have time to react. By the time he realized what was happening, Jiangxian's figure had almost disappeared. He quickly followed her in.

As soon as Zhao Pingyu rushed into the thicket, he was immediately startled. He had initially thought the area beyond the thicket was small, given its dense foliage and dark appearance, suggesting there was nothing particularly beautiful up there. He assumed his two senior sisters might have hidden something there for them to play with. While not particularly curious, he was still curious to see what interesting things they might have. However, upon entering, he was greeted by a vast pond, surrounded by huge rocks that acted as a natural barrier, isolating it from the outside world. Zhao Pingyu immediately realized that although it looked like a cave, it was actually quite spacious, not as small as it appeared from the outside.

Furthermore, this small world had another peculiar feature: the dense foliage above, which had blocked out most of the light, allowed only a small amount of light to filter through, and given that it was nearing winter and should have been quite cold, a wave of warmth washed over Zhao Pingyu as soon as he entered. He initially thought the warm breeze was just his two senior sisters joking with him, but in the blink of an eye, he saw Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue sitting to the side, grinning as they stretched their hands over the pond, moving them back and forth as if warming themselves by a fire. Their cheeks were flushed and rosy, as if they were sitting by a fire, feeling extremely warm. He couldn't help but imitate them and stretch his hands over as well.

As soon as he stretched his hands over, Zhao Pingyu couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of creation. He had thought that in this cold climate, although his head hadn't cooled down as quickly as outside due to lack of ventilation, it still retained a sense of warmth. But based on his experience, the water in this pond should also have a cold air rising. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched his hands over, a wave of warmth surged into his heart. The water vapor was extremely warm! No wonder he was greeted by a wave of warmth when he came in; it was because of the wonder of this pond. It seemed that the water temperature in the pond was probably quite hot.

"You can put your hand in and try it!" Seeing Zhao Pingyu's silly look, not only the playful Jiangxue, but even Jiangxian, who always maintained a composed demeanor and was especially careful not to lose her composure in front of Zhao Pingyu, couldn't help but laugh. Jiangxian could guess what Zhao Pingyu was thinking, so she quickly told him to test the water temperature, so that he wouldn't notice their amused expressions.

"Ugh...it's so hot!" Although he was somewhat prepared, Zhao Pingyu quickly withdrew his hand after trying it. The heat of the pool far exceeded his expectations. Although it wasn't hot enough to burn his hands, he hadn't known beforehand, and in his shock, even if the water was only three-tenths hot, it felt seven or eight-tenths hot after trying it. Moreover, in Zhao Pingyu's perception, besides being unusually warm, the water seemed to contain something else. Zhao Pingyu rubbed his fingers unintentionally and felt that the remaining water between his fingers was somewhat thick, sticky, and slippery, completely different from the water he usually used. But he couldn't quite put his finger on what was different.

Even more strangely, although the top was shaded by trees that ingeniously concealed the pond, it was still quite bright after the sunlight was reflected several times. In such a warm environment, this place should have been lush with flowers and plants and was thriving. However, as far as the eye could see, there were only wet and black rock walls soaked by water. Even the stone walls on the side were black. It was unknown how the high places that were not soaked by water were blackened. Apart from a strange plant on the high stone that was blooming with pale blue flowers, there was not a single other flower or plant here.

The blue exotic flower seemed to have been unfertilized; its blooms were limp and its stamens pointed downwards, occasionally scattering barely visible pale blue pollen into the pool. A few scattered petals floated in the warm water, making the pool resemble a natural bath. This unprecedented spectacle truly left Zhao Pingyu speechless, utterly at a loss for words.

"Do you know what this is?"

"Pingyu doesn't know, please enlighten me, Senior Sister."

"It's a hot spring." Rarely seeing Zhao Pingyu so clueless, Jiang Xue beside him was already laughing so hard she almost collapsed. Jiang Xian quickly changed the subject, diverting Zhao Pingyu's attention, "There's only one hot spring around here, so Pingyu, you don't know it. Although the water in this hot spring is like ordinary stream water, flowing from the mountain, it's already hot without needing to be heated. Although it has a strange taste, it's not harmful to the body."

"Moreover, this hot spring isn't for drinking, but for bathing," Jiang Xian said, seeing Zhao Pingyu listening intently, like a child in a classroom. She felt a surge of satisfaction, cleared her throat, and continued, "No matter the time, even in the dead of winter like this, the water in this hot spring is always warm, never getting cold. Plus, it's secluded here, with only a little light coming through from above. The privacy is comparable to a sect's bathhouse, making bathing here much more comfortable!"

Hearing this, and seeing Jiang Xue's expression, Zhao Pingyu wasn't stupid. He slowly stood up and stepped back. "In that case, Senior Sister, you can take a good bath here. I'll keep watch outside and make sure your breath doesn't leak out. But the weather outside is so cold, Senior Sister, please be careful not to forget that just because your head is warm, you might catch a cold when you come out!"

"Don't worry, junior brother," Jiang Xian smiled slightly, seeing Zhao Pingyu's sensible manner and understanding her unspoken meaning, and voluntarily withdrew, raising her voice, "After we've washed and changed, we'll call you so you can also try the benefits of this hot spring. Don't complain to Master and Uncle-Master that we bullied you, leaving you to stand outside in the cold without getting any benefits, understand?"

In the warm spring water, Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue, their clothes completely removed, contentedly immersed themselves in the warm water. At the pool's edge, two young and beautiful girls comfortably let their waist-length hair cascade in the water, its black luster glistening and shimmering, seemingly oblivious to the world around them.

Originally, the two girls, being sisters, looked very similar, one delicate and beautiful, the other youthful and innocent, their temperaments quite different, their expressions also reflecting their differences. Now, without the distinction of clothing and hair ornaments, and warmed by the hot spring, all guard was gone. The usual tension had completely dissipated, and their expressions and appearances were indistinguishable.

The two women in the pool were incomparably beautiful, with oval faces, delicate willow eyebrows, alluring eyes, and cherry-red lips as fresh as water chestnuts—truly captivating. Their pearly white teeth, parted slightly, revealed teeth as white as jade, and their sweet tongues were incomparably delightful. Since Yuan Zhenzi's return to the mountain, the two women had been extremely cautious, fearing their senior uncle's control, and hadn't been this relaxed in a long time. Their relaxed and comfortable expressions were even more captivating.

Reflected in the water, the two mermaids frolicked, their figures so alluring that if a man were to see them, he would surely have a nosebleed.

Jiang Xian, being older and having practiced martial arts for a long time, possessed a beautiful and athletic figure. Her breasts were firm and high, her buttocks full and round, and her slender waist, set against her smooth, warm, and snow-white skin, made her even more charming and alluring. As for Jiang Xue, she appeared innocent when clothed, and being younger and still developing, she already had a rather beautiful figure. Although her curves weren't as alluring as her older sister's, they were still quite captivating. As they played, their equally exquisite and slender legs intertwined in the water, the beautiful, dark pubic area at the base of their legs appearing almost invisible, glistening and shimmering in the spring water.

Furthermore, due to their years of martial arts training, their youthful and delicate bodies, though tender as flowers and seemingly fragile, were completely free of excess fat. Even in the hot spring, which was several degrees hotter than in a regular bathhouse, the two women showed no signs of discomfort. On the contrary, it seemed as if they wanted to expel all the cold they had suffered outside. They chased and splashed around incessantly, turning the originally calm hot spring water into a raging torrent, splashing loudly against the pool's edge, creating a lively scene that seemed like it would never stop.

"Stop...stop it..."

"I...I won't stop! Sister Jiangxian...your breasts are so high...let me pinch them..."

"You're so mean...no...oh...no...ah...Jiangxue, you...you're so bad..."

"You're the bad one, so stingy! You know I'm not as big as you and you still do this..."

Although the wind was whistling along the way, and it was already winter, and it got colder even faster in the mountains, with gusts of cold wind and gathering clouds outside, making it look like it was about to snow, the coldness of the road made this little world seem even warmer. The two girls' actions changed from splashing water and playing around to getting bigger and bigger. If they hadn't noticed earlier and put all their clothes up high, they probably would have already soaked their clothes from playing around like this.

"Oh...no...don't...don't touch me there...please...uh...hmm...I hate it..."

"Does it hurt? Or does it itch?" After finally managing to push her sister to the edge of the pool, Jiangxue's hands kept tickling Jiangxian's itchy spots, but for some reason, before she had been soaking for long, Jiangxian felt weak and powerless all over. She didn't move much, and even her reaction to Jiangxue's surprise attack was very different from before. Not only did she not shrink back and giggle like she did when Jiangxue teased her like this last time, this time her face turned red, her hands that were pushing her away went limp, and her delicate body became soft and weak. She had no strength left and could only let Jiangxue bully her.

But that wasn't all. Before long, Jiang Xian, her face flushed, not only had watery eyes and a rosy complexion, but she seemed completely limp. A sweet, delicate fragrance emanated from her, a scent Jiang Xue had never smelled before, finding it incredibly pleasant and comforting. She not only leaned against Jiang Xian, but her fingers moved faster and faster, spreading the fragrance further. This not only made Jiang Xian weak and unable to stop Jiang Xue's actions, but also made Jiang Xue feel as if a surge of heat was welling up inside her, wanting to burst forth.

Jiang Xue had initially thought the heat in her body came from the hot spring at the pool's edge. Although it wasn't a long journey, she had walked quite a distance, constantly exposed to the wind, her face and hands freezing cold, unable to warm up despite her constant panting; her body and head were also burning, the sweat clinging to her clothes, making her increasingly uncomfortable.

Before entering the pool, Jiang Xue had already rinsed herself several times to wash away all the sweat. However, the heat on her body didn't disappear despite being naked. Instead, as her delicate body plunged into the pool, the heat seemed to turn into smoke and slip out through her pores. If there was still heat inside her body, it wouldn't have been released by the hot spring water, but rather from other sources.

Strangely enough, as Jiang Xue's movements became bolder, Jiang Xian's face turned red and her body went limp, as if her bones had melted. Her whole body was filled with fragrance, and even sweat was dripping out. As for Jiang Xue herself, with the movement of her fingers, she felt herself slowly losing strength. It was as if there was an impulse within her. Ignoring her sister's soft pleas for mercy, her fingers seemed to have their own will, constantly teasing her sister's body. Her whole body seemed to become softer and softer, and she collapsed limply onto Jiang Xian, unable to get up anymore.

"Oh...no...please stop...doing this...Jiang Xian will...will..." Jiang Xian's body felt like it was crawling on ants, soft and numb from Jiang Xue's movements. Her hands seemed to have lost all strength, and she couldn't even push her away. Yet, Jiang Xian didn't know what this unprecedented feeling was. Why was it making her feel more and more comfortable? It felt like there was so much dissatisfaction within her, a strange longing, something she wanted to release, and a feeling that was incredibly shameful, making it truly difficult for her to speak. She knew she had to get Jiang Xue to stop quickly, otherwise, who knew what would happen? But she really didn't know how to tell Jiang Xue.

"Oh...please...please stop...if you keep going...if you keep going...I'll...I'll..."

Her voice grew sweeter and sweeter. Jiangxue watched as her sister's face flushed red, as if even her breath was burning hot, her whole body feeling feverish from the hot spring water. Yet, the fragrance emanating from her body grew more and more intoxicating, making her movements increasingly difficult to control. She seemed to be completely immersed in it, unaware of what she was doing, yet her slender fingers moved with increasing familiarity.

Jiang Xian was at a loss for what to do. She knew that Jiang Xue was completely unaware of her actions, and probably didn't even know what she was doing. Jiang Xian was even more at a loss. She only knew that this way of doing things was very comfortable, but also very embarrassing. If the sound were to be heard by Zhao Pingyu who was outside... Thinking of this, Jiang Xian was so ashamed that she could not move. Although she did not know what would happen after the news was leaked, she instinctively knew that this was something that she could not let her junior brother Zhao Pingyu, or her master and senior uncle know.

Knowing this all too well, Jiang Xue's techniques grew increasingly gentle and skillful. One hand gently and meticulously pressed against Jiang Xian's throbbing breasts, curiously and softly kneading her beautiful, peach-like, soft and elastic jade peaks. Her fingers lightly teased the half-open buds, not deliberately rubbing them, but as Jiang Xue's hand gently lifted and kneaded the soft peaks, the gentle and sweet stimulation made Jiang Xian's body grow hotter and softer, until she finally collapsed numbly by the pool, letting Jiang Xue continue.

Moreover, Jiang Xue's actions didn't stop there; her other mischievous hand had somehow slipped between Jiang Xian's jade legs. The skin on her sister's legs was so soft and delicate, yet the muscles were firm and supple. The feeling of touching it was truly wonderful. If it were a man, he would be unable to put it down. Although Jiang Xue only felt extremely comfortable touching it, she also had a strange feeling inside her body, making her more and more comfortable touching it. In addition, Jiang Xian's moans became sweeter and sweeter. Jiang Xue, who had tasted the sweetness, did not stop. Instead, she slowly moved her hands up the jade legs.

Before she knew it, Jiang Xue's skillful hands had broken through Jiang Xian's fragile defenses and felt the soft and slippery texture that was completely different from sweat and spring water. Moreover, with Jiang Xue's fingertips, she gradually and gently probed into Jiang Xian's slightly parted vulva. The moist feeling became more and more intense. Even just touching it felt so warm and wonderful.

Completely unaware of what it was, Jiang Xue involuntarily raised her hand. She felt Jiang Xian's delicate body tremble slightly as her fingers withdrew and scraped against her skin. The sticky fluid between her fingers smelled so similar to the strange scent she had just caught on Jiang Xian's body, only with a hint of sweetness, making her heart race even faster. The sensation made Jiang Xue reach out again. Although she vaguely felt that something was wrong and that she should stop, her hand seemed to be controlled by instinct. Even though she moved extremely gently, her fingers still went inside.

At this moment, Jiangxue felt her fingers being clamped between her sister's tender flesh, unable to move. She could only gently and lightly scrape at the entrance of the vagina. The area felt so soft and delicate, as if even the slightest force would scratch her sister's body. Therefore, Jiangxue dared not move rashly, much less attempt to penetrate. She simply gently and casually scratched and caressed the clamped area. Unbeknownst to her, this gentle and soothing movement only made Jiangxian's expression hazy, her breathing labored, causing her jade legs to slightly open, and her juices to flow even more abundantly.

She didn't know how long she continued like this, but Jiangxue felt increasingly thirsty, her body drenched in fragrant sweat. A strange, indescribable feeling welled up within her, one she couldn't quite put her finger on, only feeling an urge that made her want to be even closer and tighter with her sister.

Before she knew it, Jiang Xian had fallen into her arms. Jiang Xue's palms were placed on Jiang Xian's waist and hips, making Jiang Xian's face flush. Her delicate body kept squeezing towards her with Jiang Xue's sweet caresses. The two women's bodies were intertwined, inseparable. They felt that each other's skin was warm and soft like jade, with an excellent touch. Especially when their breasts pressed and rubbed against each other, the peaks became hotter and swollen. They felt a fire in their chests. The sweet and hot beauty was even more captivating. Their lower bodies couldn't help but rub against each other. Although they were shy, they didn't know when to stop.

The moment Yougu and Jiangxue's mouths brushed together, a soft moan of "Ah..." was heard. The intense pleasure at the mouth was like a tsunami that swept her whole body in. Jiangxian froze, her jade legs stretched straight out as if she had been electrocuted and could not relax. It seemed that some strong sensation was stimulating her, and she couldn't help but press herself even closer to Jiangxue. Her mouth involuntarily screamed, and tears naturally flowed down her cheeks. She wanted to speak properly, but she just couldn't move her mouth and went limp with all her might.

As Jiang Xian collapsed as if relieved, Jiang Xue felt the heat within her body dissipate through the release in her lower body. The tingling and numbing pleasure in her clitoris was so unfamiliar and intense that she could no longer hold her sister. The feeling in her lower body was like urinating; something flowed down her legs. The feeling of it flowing out was both embarrassing and comfortable, yet she knew it was definitely not urine. Although she didn't know what she had done, seeing her sister so relaxed and comfortable, and feeling as if something had flowed out of her body, she felt quite refreshed. Jiang Xue breathed a satisfied sigh, leaned against her sister, and couldn't help but kiss her sister's rosy and delicate cheek.

"You...you're so annoying...you're still being naughty..."

"No...I'm not being naughty...sister..." Hearing her sister's voice, sweet and slightly hoarse, as if honey had been added, it had an extra layer of sweetness compared to her usual gentle and smooth voice. Jiang Xue's heart stirred. It seemed that her sister was really enjoying herself. The sensation she was experiencing must not be bad. But she wondered if her sister would also use it on her so that Jiang Xue could also taste that wonderful sensation.

"Sister... what were we just doing... Sister seems to be really enjoying it... and Jiangxue couldn't stop..."

"It's all your fault..." Hearing Jiangxue blame herself for her not stopping, Jiangxian blushed and lightly pinched her cheek, but didn't know how to scold her. "You clearly... you clearly heard sister say no, but you still... you still deliberately did that to sister... making Jiangxian's whole body go limp, and she doesn't even know what you're doing... how can sister answer that?" "

But... but..." Jiangxue pouted, looking unwilling to admit defeat. This sister was like that, clearly tasting the sweetness, looking completely comfortable, yet still daring to blame her! "After you did that, Sister Jiangxian... you looked so happy! Why are you blaming me now? If this continues... Jiangxue will go tell Master and let Master judge who is right and who is wrong."

"Oh... good Jiangxue... don't tell Master... it's so embarrassing..." Although she didn't know what she had done, Jiangxian, whose body was sore, instinctively felt that this was not something she could tell her master. Even if Zhao Pingyu knew the truth and was quite knowledgeable about outside affairs, it would be best to keep it a secret. "Don't even tell Pingyu... I don't know what happened. It wouldn't be good if others found out!"

"Ah... I know," Jiangxue whispered sweetly in Jiangxian's ear. This action was a habit the two sisters had developed since childhood, but for some reason, what had just happened seemed to have made Jiang Xian's body different. After being bitten by Jiang Xue, her whole body felt warm again. "You're not afraid that Master or Junior Brother Pingyu will find out, but you're afraid that Senior Brother Pingya will hear, right... right..."

"You're so annoying..." Hearing Zheng Pingya's name, Jiang Xian's face turned red involuntarily. She hurriedly bit Jiang Xue's ear a few times and licked it a few times. Jiang Xue trembled as if she was receiving it for the first time. "Jiang Xue, you are the one who..."

In fact, it was an open secret in the Xuan Yuan Sect that Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue's hearts were with Zheng Pingya. Although Du Pingyin was young and handsome, he was extremely diligent on the mountain, arguably surpassing even Zhao Pingyu in his diligence. He didn't play much with his junior sisters, and being the eldest brother, he still possessed a certain elder brotherly authority, even though he wasn't arrogant. Even their aunt, Yu Zhenzi, respected him somewhat. The two mischievous girls, Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue, naturally avoided him.

In comparison, their second senior brother, Zheng Pingya, was much better. Not only was he handsome, matching his eldest brother in some ways, but he was also much gentler in personality. Although he often treated the two sisters like children, he never went too far. Furthermore, Du Pingyin was young, highly skilled, and had already ventured into the martial world, unlike Zheng Pingya who was still learning on the mountain. He spent a lot of time with them, so the two girls naturally fell for him.

Since Du Pingyin's disappearance, Zheng Pingya's martial arts skills, though not yet fully developed, were still passable. On one hand, to have more people searching for disciples, and on the other hand, to give Zheng Pingya more experience in the martial world, Yuan Zhenzi took Zheng Pingya down the mountain to search. In recent days, the two sisters had been thinking of their beloved day and night, their hearts in turmoil, so naturally they had no mood to practice swordsmanship, which explains why Yu Zhenzi kept shaking her head and sighing.

With only the master and the two sisters remaining, mountain life was inherently quite boring. Yu Zhenzi, having practiced Taoism for a long time, was rather accustomed to this kind of life and managed to pass the time relatively easily. However, the young and lively Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue were in for a rough time. Fortunately, Zhao Pingyu later became their disciple, so the two sisters, in their extreme boredom, at least had a junior brother to play with. Although this junior brother was extremely ugly and had a very calm and collected personality, quite similar to their senior brother, at least he didn't have the senior brother's elder-like authority and was willing to play some silly games with their senior sisters, which was quite interesting.

In any case, Zhao Pingyu's ugliness was reassuring; even if they got close to Zhao Pingyu, Zheng Pingya wouldn't be jealous of this junior brother, right? Therefore, the two sisters were even more at ease. If Zhao Pingyu, although focused on his cultivation, hadn't also managed to find time to play with his senior sisters, Jiang Xian might have been able to tolerate it. As for Jiang Xue, with her quirky and mischievous ideas, who knows what kind of trouble she would cause in her boredom that would turn everyone upside down!

"Ah...it's all over..."

"What's wrong, sister?"

"When we were...when we were doing that, could...could our junior brother have heard us?"

"No...no way?" Hearing this possibility, Jiang Xue was slightly startled, but immediately switched back to her usual playful expression, cracking her knuckles. "It shouldn't be that coincidental, right? Besides...oh well, even if he heard, it doesn't matter. We'll give him a good warning later and tell him not to talk nonsense. I don't believe Ping Yu has the guts to tattle to Master."

"Whether he tattles or not is another matter," Jiang Xian said, relieved. She wasn't entirely at ease, thinking Zhao Pingyu really couldn't hear her. Instead, she considered that Zhao Pingyu was quite discreet and had a good nature, so he probably wouldn't speak carelessly. Compared to her mischievous younger sister, Zhao Pingyu was much better in this regard. "It's just that we've been stuck here for so long. It's warm here, like inside a house, but it's cold outside. After guarding him for so long, who knows if he'll freeze to death?"

Sticking out her tongue, Jiangxue spread her hands. She really didn't dare say anything about Zhao Pingyu's condition outside, especially if he really couldn't stand the cold and wanted to mess with someone. Who knew if her authority as his senior sister would still be effective?

Blushing, Jiangxian finished dressing. She seemed exhausted from walking and being teased by Jiangxue at the pond, without any rest. Her back and legs were still a little sore, and she sat down against a large rock by the pond, as if panting. Jiangxue, like Jiangxian, sat motionless by the pool. Actually, Jiangxue hadn't been so tired when she first entered the pool, but after soaking in the hot spring and playing with her sister, a comfortable, tingling feeling washed over her, and she didn't want to move at all. The feeling was so comfortable; if it weren't for Jiangxian's relaxed, limp state, Jiangxue would have really wanted her sister to have her way with her!

The two women lay there limply for a long time without saying a word. When Jiangxue finally stood up after resting, Jiangxian still looked lazy and unwilling to move, only glancing at her sister without saying a word.

For some reason, when their eyes met, Jiangxue felt her heart race. Her sister's gaze was completely different from usual, seemingly a little lost. Just seeing that made Jiangxue's face flush and her ears heat up. She felt an urge to hug her sister, to comfortably feel her body temperature, and to smell her wonderful scent.

"Sister... Sister..."

"Hmm... Ugh..." Hearing Jiangxue's call, Jiangxian hummed twice, then seemed to wake from a beautiful dream. She leaned against the rock wall and slowly stood up. Even someone as oblivious as Jiangxue could tell from Jiangxian's movements that her sister's body was still weak and she didn't want to move much. Her waist and legs seemed a little sore, and she didn't seem to have much strength.

"What's wrong..."

"It's... It's all your fault... I don't know where you learned that, but it made Jiangxian feel so weak. You're so naughty..." Jiangxian scolded Jiangxue sweetly, her voice softening. She never expected such a soft and sweet voice to come from her own mouth.

Actually, there was something she didn't say. Although Jiang Xue's actions were the same as usual—just playfully teasing and tickling her—for some reason, Jiang Xian's body felt particularly strange and sensitive today. Jiang Xue's same actions brought such different sensations. Jiang Xian not only felt weak all over and unable to move, but later she even felt somewhat out of control, as if something was leaking from her body into the hot spring. She felt like she wanted to urinate, but it didn't feel like urination. Her delicate body felt weak, sore, and numb, and her legs were still a little wet and slippery. Somehow, she knew that it was definitely not the hot spring water that hadn't been wiped clean.

"I...I didn't..." Jiang Xue said pitifully, her eyes brimming with tears. She didn't really know what was going on today. Her hands seemed to have eyes of their own, constantly sliding over her sister's smooth and beautiful body. The more her sister became weak and limp, moaning sweetly, the more naturally her hands would slip out, doing whatever they wanted to her sister. Although her sister kept saying "no, no," she seemed to be enjoying it so much. Afterwards, she blamed everything on her, looking like she was so weak and limp that she couldn't move. No wonder Jiangxue was pouting, looking like she was about to cry.

"I'm sorry... I was too harsh, sister... I don't know what's wrong with me today..." Seeing that Jiangxue was about to cry, Jiangxian's heart softened, and she quickly hugged her, gently patting Jiangxue's back and comforting her younger sister, "It's my fault, I was wrong... Good Jiangxue, don't cry... Forgive me! I'll pick that flower for you, okay?"

"Mmm... Okay, Jiangxue forgives you, sister..." Hearing Jiangxian's soft words of comfort, Jiangxue was overjoyed and couldn't help but smile through her tears. The few blue flowers growing on the rocks by the pond were both beautiful and strange. When Jiangxue first discovered this place, her eyes lit up, and she really wanted to pick those flowers, but at that time the flowers had not yet bloomed, so Jiangxian persuaded her to wait patiently until now.

"Huh? Ah...it hurts..." Jiang Xian lightly leaped up from the pool wall with her toes, and just as she was about to lose her strength, she used a slight leverage on the protruding part of the rock edge, her delicate body floating upwards for about ten feet as if riding the wind. Jiang Xue's eyes lit up. Her sister's lightness skill was getting better and better. The flower was growing so high. With her own lightness skill, Jiang Xue really wasn't confident that she could reach it!

Before Jiang Xue could finish admiring her sister, Jiang Xian, whose fingers had just touched the stem of the exotic flower, suddenly cried out in surprise. Her whole body seemed to lose its strength and fell heavily to the ground like a boulder. Although Jiang Xue reacted unusually quickly, catching her sister in time and attempting to gracefully deflect the force of their fall, the force was unexpectedly strong. Before Jiang Xue could even float away, she was dragged along by the force and tumbled to the ground with her sister, narrowly missing the water's edge.

Hearing the loud noise, Zhao Pingyu rushed in. He found Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue entangled on the ground, their clothes disheveled, looking as if they were too weak to stand.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister, what happened?"

"Help me...help me up..." Jiang Xue, who had been on the verge of tears, relaxed as if she had grabbed a piece of driftwood in the water when she saw Zhao Pingyu rush in. "Sister was trying to pick flowers, but somehow she fell! Ouch!"

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Xue felt a sharp pain in her finger. Looking down, she realized that her finger had somehow ended up in her sister's hand, and a small snake, no more than three or four inches long, with what looked like golden threads burning its body, was firmly biting her fingertip. There's a saying that ten fingers are connected to flowers, but for Jiang Xue, the feeling wasn't just pain; it was as if the snake had been burned. With each bite, a hot thread quickly coiled into her body, washing over her, and all her strength seemed to vanish. Jiang Xue then realized that her sister must not have noticed the snake hiding among the flower stems when she picked the flowers, and she had been bitten without warning.

"Oh no!" The words had barely left her lips when Zhao Pingyu's right index and middle fingers clenched down, firmly gripping the snake. With a slight exertion, the snake released its grip and was pulled away from Jiang Xue's fingertip.

The little snake writhed and twisted, seemingly wanting to bite him, but like a long snake held captive by its inch-deep, it struggled frantically in Zhao Pingyu's hand, unable to move. Zhao Pingyu stretched out his arm and tossed the snake onto a flower. Freed, the snake quickly slithered into the shade of the flower buds, coiling itself around the stem, ignoring the three below.

"Junior...junior brother...that...that is..." Gritting her teeth, Jiang Xian supported her sister, feeling a burning heat all over her body, as if in a furnace. She knew she had been poisoned, but didn't know what kind of poison it was. Fortunately, she reacted quickly. The moment she was bitten, she channeled all her inner strength to her fingertips, suppressing the poison and preventing it from spreading. Unlike Jiang Xue, who panicked and forgot to use her inner strength to defend herself after being bitten, Jiang Xue instinctively waved her hands like an ordinary girl. This not only failed to expel the poison but also accelerated blood circulation due to the movement of the affected area, causing the poison to erupt even faster. Jiang Xue's face was now flushed, her eyes were glazed, and her hot breath kept blowing on Jiang Xian, who was holding her.

Jiang Xian, her face slightly red, turned away. Only then did she realize that in her haste to put on her clothes, she hadn't buttoned them properly. In the fall with Jiang Xue, her clothes had come undone. Although her undergarments were still on, her jade-like arms and legs were exposed, their flesh glistening and dazzling. No wonder Zhao Pingyu, who always strictly adhered to the rules of propriety between men and women and resembled an old scholar, didn't dare turn his face away upon seeing this. She hurriedly embraced Jiang Xue, straightened her clothes, and then called out to Zhao Pingyu, asking him to turn around and speak.

"This is terrible," Zhao Pingyu said solemnly as he turned back, as if the matter was extremely serious. "I thought that blue flower looked familiar, but I couldn't remember what kind of exotic flower it was. I just realized it's a rare flower called 'Yougutan'..."

"'Yougutan'? What kind of exotic flower is that?"

"This 'Yougutan' flower has a unique color and a fierce nature. Although its pollen is not poisonous, it has a strong aphrodisiac effect. Only powdered flower stems can counteract this. It is a wicked drug used by lecherous thieves. However, it is rare to cultivate in the Central Plains, as it is found only in books and few people know about it."

Zhao Pingyu looked at the hot spring, gritted his teeth slightly, and continued, "There is another point. Where 'Yougutan' grows, there is often a strange snake called 'Golden-belted Snake' that lives there. The 'Golden-belted Snake' feeds on the pollen of 'Yougutan'. Although it is small and has soft skin, it has a unique characteristic: it is impervious to swords and spears, and cannot be harmed by water or fire. Even the most powerful swords and divine weapons cannot hurt it. Although the 'Golden-belted Snake' is docile and rarely bites people, even if you are bitten, it is not poisonous. However, it is extremely lewd. Once bitten, its lust is uncontrollable and cannot be relieved without sexual intercourse."

"If bitten by the 'Golden Belt Enclosure,' and mixed with the pollen of the 'Ughtear,' it combines in the body to form an extremely potent aphrodisiac, incurable by any medicine. Even with sexual intercourse, it takes...it takes several times to remove the poison; if not treated in time, the aphrodisiac may rebound and damage the internal energy..."

"Please...please...Junior Brother, just say it...don't recite it like...reciting a book...all that in one breath...okay..." Feeling the heat growing stronger and the impact more powerful, even with her internal strength, she couldn't suppress it. Hearing Zhao Pingyu's explanation, Jiang Xian's shy heart couldn't help but stir with a few erotic thoughts. Fueled by these thoughts, her fingertips burned even hotter, as if transformed into a fiery thread, constantly shooting upwards. As for Jiang Xue nestled in her arms? Her internal energy cultivation was inferior to her elder sister's, and she hadn't used her inner energy to suppress it in time, so the aphrodisiac was rampant. At this moment

, Jiang Xue's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were alluring, as if she couldn't even hear what Zhao Pingyu was saying. Only now did Jiang Xian realize that the two women had been so unable to control themselves in the pool earlier because they had been affected by the pollen of the 'Yougutan' flower in the water, which had aroused their desires and made them act according to their instincts. As for what Jiang Xue had done to her, there was no need to say more; it must have been a shameful act between a man and a woman, only performed by a woman.

Jiang Xian felt as if her whole body was on fire, growing hotter and hotter. A surge of heat kept surging within her, as if trying to burst out and flow around her. It seemed that Zhao Pingyu was right; the poison was indeed incredibly potent. In an instant, she was covered in fragrant sweat, with no coolness left. Jiang Xue's condition was even worse. The heat made her feel as if her soul had flown away. Her whole body was burning hot, her skin was flushed, and even her breath was extremely hot. Her eyes were narrowed into slits, her cheeks were lightly damp with fragrant sweat, and she couldn't help but let out a charming moan from her delicate nose. Just hearing it was enough to make one's heart flutter. Even Jiang Xian, a woman, was somewhat unable to control herself.

Her gaze was unfocused, her mind hazy. Jiang Xian could barely see what was before her. Zhao Pingyu's face, originally covered in pockmarks and incredibly ugly, was becoming increasingly handsome and dashing in her eyes. She knew this was a delusion caused by the intense craving for the opposite sex under the influence of the aphrodisiac. Even Zhao Pingyu's ugly face was gradually transforming into a handsome young man in her eyes.

Knowing this couldn't continue, Jiang Xian made a silent decision. Her heart ached so much it felt like it was about to bleed. She had originally planned to share a husband with Jiang Xue and to roam the martial world with her second senior brother, Zheng Pingya. But it seemed fate wouldn't allow it. Her and her sister's future depended on Zhao Pingyu before her. Fortunately, although Zhao Pingyu's face was extremely ugly, he was not a bad person. In particular, he was sensible and understanding. After spending time with him, their mood gradually became more peaceful. The two sisters originally thought that their second senior brother was a good man to entrust their lives to. However, compared with him, Zheng Pingya seemed a bit arrogant and intolerant, which made them feel that he was a little lacking.

"Pingyu..." Even though she'd only thought for a moment, when she spoke again, Jiang Xian seemed to have difficulty even speaking. She was alarmed; the aphrodisiac was so potent, burning Jiang Xian's body until she felt weak and limp, her face flushed and alluring, more beautiful than a blooming peach blossom. At this moment, she only craved a man's embrace, craved his intense advances to rescue her from this exquisite hunger. Jiang Xue, in her arms, was even more exaggerated, seemingly consumed by lust, her body writhing incessantly. If Jiang Xian hadn't held her hands tightly, Jiang Xue would have almost torn off her clothes. Her watery eyes were already burning red, her burning desire seemingly about to burst forth.

"What's wrong, Senior Sister?"

"It's...it's alright...you...you come...help...help Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue detoxify..." Just speaking made her almost grind her teeth to pieces. Jiang Xian knew she had to make a decision quickly, otherwise, when the aphrodisiac became more rampant, Zhao Pingyu, though young, might not be strong enough to withstand the effects of her and her sister's aphrodisiac. "First...first have intercourse with Jiang Xue...wait...wait until she's detoxified...then...then it's Jiang Xian's turn...um...this...this poison is so potent...two people at once...Junior Brother, you..." "...Can you hold on...?"

Seeing Jiang Xian in this state, ravaged by the aphrodisiac, barely able to speak, her cheeks flushed and alluring, her eyes burning with lust, her slender hands trembling uncontrollably, if not for her profound inner strength suppressing the desire within her, she would probably have been controlled by it. Jiang Xue was burning with desire, her mind clouded and mumbling incoherently. Neither of the two women cared about his ugly appearance and wanted to have sex with him to relieve their lust. But Zhao Pingyu seemed to be thinking about something, remaining motionless for a long, long time before finally speaking.

"Senior Sister..." Zhao Pingyu gritted his teeth and said each word carefully. From the subtle hints that Yuan Zhenzi and Yu Zhenzi had let slip, Zhao Pingyu could guess that Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue's hearts were firmly set on their second senior brother, whom they had never met. Although the situation was urgent, he did not want to take advantage of the situation! "Although the book doesn't mention a cure, Pingyu once... by chance, learned a little about the art of extracting poison, which might... might be useful, so you and your senior brother... will get along better in the future." "

Wh... what about the art of extracting poison...?"

"It's a miraculous technique of a high-ranking monk from the Western Regions. He was a doctor who, in order to refine an antidote for snake venom, willingly let snakes bite him, then extracted the poison to study the antidote. Pingyu once saved him by chance, and because of that, he also learned a little about medicine..."

Seeing Zhao Pingyu shaking his head and about to explain, Jiangxian couldn't wait any longer and quickly pushed him. This junior brother was good at everything, except he loved to dabble in his studies. When he talked about what he had learned, he would launch into long-winded explanations, forgetting everything else. This was the only thing Jiangxian liked to tease him about. "Stop...stop reciting...Jiang Xue is...is about to lose it...If you can save her, hurry...save her..."

"Yes."

Upon hearing Jiang Xian's words, Zhao Pingyu suddenly became alert. Now was definitely not the time to talk about such trivial things; saving her was the priority! With Jiang Xian's cooperation, the two helped Jiang Xue sit down cross-legged with her. Zhao Pingyu, who was also sitting in the same position, stretched out his hands, with his index and middle fingers pointing outwards, lightly touching the wound, just a hair's breadth away from the ground.

"Two...two at a time...can that save them..." Burning with fever, she could barely speak clearly. Her breath was like fire, her mind ablaze, she almost breathed fire as she spoke. "Junior brother...don't...don't be...reckless...one at a time...one at a time...that's fine...let...let Jiangxue go first...Jiangxian can...can wait...it's alright...if it doesn't take long...Jiangxian can...can endure it..."

"It's alright, just don't talk and distract me."

Zhao Pingyu took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and began to circulate his internal energy. As he breathed, Jiang Xian suddenly shuddered. For some unknown reason, Zhao Pingyu's outstretched fingers suddenly became extremely cold, as if they had turned to ice. Just this gentle caress caused Jiang Xian's delicate body to tremble slightly. Although the rest of her body remained uncomfortably hot, the coldness between his fingers showed no sign of being extinguished. It was like a boat in a vast ocean, gently lifting and sinking, rescuing Jiang Xian's reason, which was slowly melting away by the fire within her body.

That revived reason allowed Jiang Xian to endure the unbearable discomfort of the alternating ice and fire within her body, clenching her teeth and not daring to utter a sound. She was afraid that if she accidentally disturbed him, causing Zhao Pingyu to lose focus during his practice, the poison-removing technique would be ruined. She didn't care, but Jiang Xue was still young; she couldn't let her heart be hurt in any way!

Although Jiang Xian could guess that the icy chill was probably Zhao Pingyu reversing his internal energy, turning it from yang to yin, fortunately, the technique was applied to the two women, what puzzled Jiang Xian was that, judging from the yin chill emanating from his fingertips alone, Zhao Pingyu's skill was quite impressive. How could he have reached such a profound level after only four or five months of initial training? Perhaps that technique of extracting poison was also a kind of unorthodox training method?

Gritting her teeth, Jiang Xian suppressed her wandering thoughts and calmed her mind. She knew this was not the time to let her mind wander. Although this strange technique did not involve the transfer of internal energy, if she was distracted and affected Zhao Pingyu's performance, she didn't know if it might harm Jiang Xue.

Once she focused her mind and circulated her energy, the passage of time would not be so easily perceived. Jiang Xian didn't know how much time had passed when she felt Jiang Xue's breathing gradually become less hot. Relieved, she realized that the overwhelming heat within her had dissipated. Almost laughing with joy, Jiang Xian opened her eyes to see Zhao Pingyu's forehead covered in sweat, his fingertips trembling slightly as he gently touched the two women's wounds. She knew this was likely due to an incomplete completion of his cultivation, a situation at the final stage. Yet, she didn't know what she could do for her junior brother. She wanted to wipe his sweat, but feared that startling him might cause him to fail to finish his cultivation, injuring herself in the process. This worry of wanting to do something but daring not to, coupled with the fact that she shouldn't just stand by and watch Zhao Pingyu perform his magic, was the most agonizing thought.

Suddenly, Zhao Pingyu's body trembled violently, and sweat poured from his forehead. Just as Jiang Xian was about to ask something, a burning pain shot through her finger, almost making her cry out. She barely managed to stop herself. Although she managed to stop Jiang Xue's cry with her uninjured hand, Jiang Xian couldn't help but look down. She saw Zhao Pingyu's trembling fingers slowly moving upwards, gradually leaving the wounds on the two women's fingertips. Two thin white skewers, pale blue in color and as thick as needles, were being slowly pulled upwards from the wounds, as if being pinched by his fingers.

The sight was so bizarre that Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue, though in excruciating pain, felt as if their senses had been drained away, unable to utter a single word. Only when the white skewers were completely removed from his hand, and Zhao Pingyu sighed and opened his eyes, did Jiang Xian finally speak.

"Junior brother... thank you so much..."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Jiang Xian was startled. Her voice was not only hoarse but also sounded very weak, as if her internal energy had been drained away as the poison faded, and her strength had obviously declined considerably.

Before she could ask any questions, Jiang Xue beside her collapsed.

"Hey... eh... what... what happened... where's the stove? Where's the ice?"

"What... what stove and ice?" Completely bewildered, Jiang Xian quickly reached out to help her sister up.

"I dreamt... I dreamt that I was captured by bad guys, and they wanted to interrogate me about something. I didn't know anything and couldn't answer. So they grabbed me and put me on the stove to roast me until I was burning up, and then they put me on the ice... ugh, so... so scary... sister... waah..."

"It's nothing... it was all a dream... it was just a dream, it's all over..." Holding Jiang Xue and patting her back, Jiang Xian, relieved, almost burst into tears.

Suddenly, Zhao Pingyu, who had been sitting in front of the noodles as if resting, let out a long breath. He stretched out his hand, and a small porcelain bottle magically appeared in his palm. He opened the cloth seal on the bottle, and two small, round, white pills rolled out and slid into his palm. Then, Zhao Pingyu carefully placed two thin, long white sticks into the bottle.

"Senior Sister, one for each of you. Take them first." Only after the two white sticks, reflecting a blue light, were properly sealed in the bottle did Zhao Pingyu relax, as if he had solved a problem. He then held the two small white pills and presented them to Jiang Xian.

"This poison-removing technique, while capable of extracting most poisons except those that are fatal upon contact with blood, also has its drawbacks. It can only remove a small amount, leaving some residual poison in the body. The amount is minimal and won't cause harm, but the patient still needs to rest for a few days to allow the body to naturally expel the poison to ensure safety. Furthermore, this technique uses the poisoned person's internal energy to envelop the poison and extract it with silver needles. Although it's effective against most poisons, its use significantly depletes the poisoned person's internal energy, requiring careful recuperation. These two Rejuvenating Jade Pills are perfect; Senior Sister, please take them!"

"But...but..." Jiang Xian stammered a few times, truly not daring to accept it. This "Returning Jade Pill" was a secret product of their sect, greatly beneficial for strengthening the body and replenishing health. Apart from their master and senior uncle, only their eldest brother, Du Pingyin, took a few pills when he went down the mountain. Even their second senior brother hadn't taken any, and neither of them had even seen them. The two pills on Zhao Pingyu's body were a gift from Yu Zhenzi when he came up the mountain. They were considered the most effective tonics on Zhao Pingyu's body. The two women had just had their poison removed by Zhao Pingyu's magic, so how could they accept such a heavy gift?

"Take it!" With a smile, Zhao Pingyu's ugly face covered in pockmarks suddenly appeared incredibly handsome to Jiang Xian, even surpassing her second senior brother. Unlike the illusion she had when she was under the influence of the aphrodisiac, this time Jiang Xian genuinely believed it. "Medicine is used to treat illnesses and nourish the body. It only works when someone uses it, not as an antique. Since Pingyu hasn't finished his training and left the mountain, these two 'Returning Jade Pills' are useless to him. Giving them to Senior Sister to replenish her energy and strengthen her body is also a way of repaying Senior Sister for taking care of Pingyu all this time."

"Then..." Originally, Jiang Xian didn't want to take it, but seeing how weak Jiang Xue looked after the poison was removed, she couldn't help but want to nourish her first. So she took one pill from Zhao Pingyu's hand, and with a slight force of her fingernail, split it in half. She fed one half to Jiang Xue and kept the other half for herself. "Jiang Xian accepted one as a way of thanking Junior Brother for his favor. This time, Jiang Xian truly owes you a lot!"

"We're just fellow disciples, it's nothing, Senior Sister, don't take it to heart."

"By the way," after taking the 'Returning Jade Pill,' Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue immediately circulated their internal energy to disperse the medicinal power. This 'Returning Jade Pill' was indeed quite potent. Although there was only half a pill, after circulating their energy for a short time, a slight flush appeared on their fair skin, showing that their condition had greatly improved after the medicinal power entered their meridians. After finishing her cultivation, Jiang Xian reached out and caught Jiang Xue's limp body, letting her faint in her arms. This little sister's skill was inferior to hers, and in the panic just now, the poison had penetrated deeply. It was truly remarkable that Jiang Xue had managed to hold on until now before collapsing. "Those two… those two extracted poison sticks, Junior Brother, what are you planning to do with them, keeping them so carefully?"

"Well…"

A strange smile appeared on Zhao Pingyu's lips, an expression that Jiang Xian and Jiang Xue had never seen on his face before—a smile that was both mischievous and wicked. "Senior Sister Jiang Xian, regarding Aunt… Pingyu wants to ask you something, is that alright?"

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