Saintess Way

Such a divine couple, a match made in heaven, were admiring the enchanting maple leaves, their frost-touched leaves redder than February flowers, feeling their otherworldly beauty tinged with a touch of melancholy.
As they walked hand in hand past a simple tavern, the man suddenly seemed to have an epiphany. His bright eyes turned towards the tavern, where a fairy-like woman dressed in a long blue robe, dressed as a man, was smiling gently at him.
Her clear eyes shone with unfathomable intelligence and light, as if constantly whispering some ineffable mystery.
A single glance was enough to send a jolt through his mind. He had never seen such a breathtakingly beautiful woman, her elegance beyond compare. Even the woman beside him paled in comparison. What was most moving was the incredible strength that emanated from her graceful, slender figure and delicate frame.
The man calmed himself and said softly to the woman beside him, "My dear disciple, I have something to attend to. Please wait here for a moment." The woman also noticed the fairy-like woman and marveled at her unparalleled beauty. She hummed in agreement and walked aside, admiring the trinkets on the stall.
The man strode into the tavern and unceremoniously sat down opposite the fairy-like woman.
"May I ask if this fairy is the Venerable Master Bing Qingyue of the Lingxin Immortal Sect, personally present?" Bing Qingyue's gentle and elegant voice rang out. "I knew I couldn't hide it from you." She then lowered her voice and said,
"Fellow Daoist Lin Xuanyi is joking. The Lingxin Immortal Sect has now been destroyed. Your name, fairy, has long since vanished with the smoke and clouds, leaving you only to live a miserable life in this mortal world." Lin Xuanyi silently gazed at the Ice Fairy's serene and captivating face, and after a long while, he calmly said, "As long as the Ice Fairy exists, the Lingxin Immortal Sect also exists. I believe the Ice Fairy has her own plans, otherwise she wouldn't have come to find a fool like me." Upon hearing this, Bing Qingyue smiled radiantly, her beauty more radiant than the blooming flowers of spring, making the surrounding scenery pale in comparison.
"If Fellow Daoist Lin is a fool, then what about the masses of this world? To be able to resolutely abandon one's sword path and reforge it, and then awaken from a five-hundred-year-long dream of reincarnation—this talent and Dao heart are truly rare in this world." Then, the tone shifted again: "If Fellow Daoist Lin weren't a dragon among men, I suppose Fairy Lan wouldn't have fallen so desperately in love with you." Lin Xuanyi was speechless; he hadn't expected the usually aloof and pure fairy to utter such playful words.
His face flushed red with embarrassment.
Bing Qingyue's heart also stirred slightly. She hadn't expected that since meeting that little rascal, she would have developed worldly desires, which was why she couldn't help but tease Lin Xuanyi—something unimaginable before.
What is the Dao? There is something undifferentiated and complete, existing before Heaven and Earth. Silent and still! Independent and unchanging, ever-present and inexhaustible, it can be regarded as the mother of all things. I do not know whose offspring it is; it seems to have preceded the Emperor; I do not know its name, I call it the Dao.
What is enlightenment? All dharmas are empty of inherent existence, neither arising nor ceasing, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. Therefore, in emptiness there is no form, no sensation, no perception, no volition, no consciousness; no eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, or mind; no form, sound, smell, taste, touch, or dharma; no eye-consciousness, and so forth, up to no mind-consciousness; no ignorance, and also no end of ignorance, and so forth, up to no old age and death, and also no end of old age and death; no suffering, no origination, no cessation, no path; no wisdom, and also no attainment. The Way is like an empty vessel, yet its use is inexhaustible. It is like the origin of all things, untangling their knots, harmonizing their light, mingling with their dust; it is so still, it seems to exist. I do not know whose offspring it is; it seems to have preceded the Emperor. Looking at it, one cannot see its name; listening to it, one cannot hear its name; grasping it, one cannot name its name; it is like the subtle. These three cannot be questioned, therefore they are blended into one. Above, it is not bright; below, it is not dark; it is continuous and cannot be named, returning to nothingness. This is called the formless form, the imageless image; this is called the indistinct and vague. It appears unseen, its beginning unseen; it appears unfollowed, its end unseen. Hold fast to the ancient way to govern the present. To know the beginning of antiquity is called the principle of the Way. Attain utmost emptiness and hold fast to stillness. All things arise together, and I observe their return. All things flourish and return to their root. Returning to the root is called stillness, this is called returning to one's destiny; returning to one's destiny is called constancy, knowing constancy is called enlightenment. Not knowing constancy leads to reckless action and misfortune. Knowing constancy allows for tolerance; tolerance leads to impartiality; impartiality leads to wholeness; wholeness leads to heaven; heaven leads to the Way; the Way is enduring, and one will not perish even after death.
I cannot understand, nor can I imagine, the meaning of this Way. The only course of action now is to silently recite it again and again, until it is fully understood.
A thousand miles away, in this ancient county town, shrouded in mist and clouds, at the foot of a famous mountain in the eastern land of the divine continent, verdant and lush, streams flowing eternally through one mountain, two mountains. Distant mountains, high sky, cold mist and water, longing for the crimson maple leaves; ? Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums fade. Wild geese fly high, but the traveler has not returned; a curtain of moonlight hangs idly in the wind… The houses with their white walls and black tiles, combined with the yellow and green fields, create a landscape resembling an endless scroll of mountains and rivers. At the entrance to the county town, two rows of enormous ancient maple trees stand tall. In this late autumn season, their red leaves blaze like fire, enveloping the mountain village and captivating all who behold them.
Here, smoke rises gently from chimneys, a scene of peace and tranquility. The aftershocks of the battle between the Dao and the Demon have not yet reached this place, and tourists come and go in a constant stream.
Among the tourists, a couple stands out.
The man is dressed in simple white robes, his youthful face as delicate as a young girl's, his fingers slender and long than most. An ancient longsword, rusty and devoid of any spirit, wields an ancient sword. Yet, when a master swordsman examines it closely, a soaring sword intent rises, striking the very soul.
Behind the man stood a petite woman, her black and white robes exuding an ancient charm, like an elusive, graceful figure amidst the mountains and rivers. Her delicate features, her hair piled high, adorned with a wooden hairpin, and her impeccably tailored black and white sword attire accentuated her proud and upright figure, making her seem like a powerful sword piercing the forest. Thinking of this, Bing Qingyue's cheeks flushed slightly, but the blush quickly faded, and her expression returned to calm.
But Lin Xuanyi noticed the fairy's beautiful figure and clapped his hands, saying, "I wonder which young man has stolen the fairy's heart, truly breaking the hearts of all living beings in this world." Bing Qingyue finally lost her composure, her usually clear eyes becoming hazy like the moon behind thin clouds, and she said with unprecedented tenderness, "I always thought I had severed all emotions and desires, and could wholeheartedly serve the immortal path. Who knew that when thoughts arise, I am so vulnerable. But now that the path is waning and the demons are rising, I can only put aside my love for my children." The Ice Fairy then murmured softly, "If I am lucky enough to survive in twenty years, I will just find a burial place and spend the rest of my life there." Lin Xuanyi did not respond to the Ice Fairy's words, but instead savored the bitter tea in his cup, his thoughts already far beyond the nine heavens and clouds.
After a long while, Lin Xuanyi withdrew his thoughts, put down his teacup, and stared at the Ice Fairy for a long time before asking seriously, "Is the Demon Lord really that powerful?" A bitter, heartbreaking smile appeared on the fairy's lips as she replied as if she hadn't heard him, "The Demon Lord already possesses the power to become an immortal; he only lacks the opportunity." Her thoughts then returned to the moment of her duel with the Demon Lord. Her sword heart had condensed and unified, all laws converging into one, seizing the creation of heaven and earth, and grasping the essence of the universe—capable of creating heaven and earth. But the Demon Lord had his own Dao, dominating heaven and earth; with just one punch, he stripped her from this world, severely injuring her and shattering her sword heart.
Lin Xuanyi was also affected by the bitter atmosphere, muttering, "I can't compare to him. It seems I can only find a retirement home to hide in and live out the rest of my life in peace." The Ice Fairy remained serene and tranquil: "It's useless. When the opportunity to become an immortal opens in twenty years, no matter where Fellow Daoist Lin is, as long as you sense a trace of immortal affinity, you will join this game of ascension. You will either become an immortal on the spot, or become a sacrifice on the path to immortality." "Is it really that bad? Could it be that the Barbarian God miscalculated? You know, even the Barbarian God can't break the curse of his own race, let alone something like becoming an immortal," Lin Xuanyi asked.
The Ice Fairy didn't answer immediately. Her delicate, snow-white hands, as white as mutton-fat jade, handed Lin Xuanyi the Purple Heaven Supreme Purity Sword Manual, a book of wisdom beyond mortals.
Lin Xuanyi took a deep breath, his slender fingers pressing on a corner of the manual, but he didn't immediately open it to read.
A century ago, he was a sword immortal obsessed with the way of the sword. Hearing of the unparalleled Daoist principles of the Taiqing Sword Manual of the Lingxin Immortal Sect, he decided to venture into the sect, hoping to glimpse this supreme treasure. Along the way, he endured countless untold hardships and tribulations, and also met his beloved, somewhat foolish, disciple. Ultimately, however, he gained nothing. But just as he was returning in disappointment, the former abbot of the Lingxin Immortal Sect was waiting for him in a small tavern like this, handing him the Taiqing Sword Manual.
Overjoyed, he prepared to open the manual, but was wounded by the supreme sword Dao it contained. This marked the beginning of his painful reflection and the reforging of his swordsmanship.
A century later, he possessed sufficient Daoist resolve to peruse the Taiqing Sword Manual, but he stopped there.
Lin Xuanyi was caught in a fierce internal struggle, his sword intent overflowing uncontrollably. In an instant, the world shifted unpredictably, wind and lightning raged, and travelers scrambled for shelter.
The Ice Fairy's eyes flashed with divine light; with a wave of her jade hand, the world calmed, leaving the fleeing travelers bewildered. The Orchid Fairy, who had bought a sachet from a roadside stall and was admiring it, turned and walked away, her movements as graceful as a willow swaying in the breeze.
Lin Xuanyi ultimately didn't even glance at it, instead handing the Taiqing Sword Manual, a treasure trove of heaven and earth's essence, back to Bing Qingyue. "The methods recorded in this sword manual are incredibly profound, but unfortunately, they are not meant for me," the Ice Fairy said with a smile. She didn't take back the manual, but instead gently lifted it with her delicate hand. The manual was just a series of blank sheets of paper, but to Lin Xuanyi's astonishment, it vanished into ashes, turning into wisps of green smoke.
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Lin, on cultivating your own Dao, unmoved by myriad laws, undeterred by myriad paths, with heaven and earth united by a single true heart.
Truly worthy of being the protector chosen by our late master." Lin Xuan Yi, puzzled, was about to speak when Bing Qing Yue interrupted him with a flick of her jade finger, speaking calmly as still water: "That Barbarian God once had an opportunity to lift their curse, but he used that opportunity to calculate the Immortal Path. Moreover, our late master and that Demon Lord both calculated it and reached the same conclusion as the Barbarian God." "So, the path to immortality will truly open in twenty years?" Lin Xuan Yi downed a cup of bitter tea, then calmed himself and asked seriously.
Bing Qing Yue leaned forward and refilled his teacup. Then, leaning comfortably back in her chair, she said leisurely,
"This must be true, otherwise why would that little demon lord, Feng Xiaolong, be so eager to instigate his master to attack the righteous path? Once the demon lord passes away, Feng Xiaolong will inevitably be dealt with. He can only eliminate future threats to him in advance." Here, Bing Qingyue thought of Feng Xiaolong's undisguised lustful gaze towards her, and of how she would one day be naked and exposed before him, at his mercy to be humiliated and disciplined. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh deeply.
Lin Xuanyi was curious about the Ice Fairy's thoughts. The Ice Fairy blushed again, her heart surging with emotion. She could only silently channel her inner energy, regaining her serene and untainted demeanor. Her beautiful eyes shone with an unprecedented brilliance as she solemnly declared, "I will secure twenty years for Fellow Daoist Lin. The fate of the righteous path rests entirely on Fellow Daoist Lin's shoulders." The Ice Fairy's words seemed like a farewell plea. Lin Xuan Yi could roughly guess how the Ice Fairy would secure twenty years for him, and softly asked, "Is the righteous path really that important?" After a moment of silence, the Ice Fairy's jade-like face returned to its tranquil stillness. She said calmly, "This is the inevitable path of cultivation, our destiny, and our way. It is the destiny of time, the fate of heaven. Except for those who can become immortals and roam freely throughout the universe, even a demon lord must follow his own path in this mortal realm." Lin Xuan Yi remained silent. He too thought of his own path, his own destiny. No matter how sharp his swordplay, he could not sever or evade it. It seemed only carefree immortals could achieve this, which was why becoming an immortal was so lonely, yet so many people still cultivated. Not only immortality, but also complete understanding; no law or intention can be imposed upon the immortal body.
The Ice Fairy slowly moved forward, arriving at his left side, and sighed softly, "Fellow Daoist Lin, my late master left you these words: only by reaching the pinnacle of emotion can one reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship. Understanding this meaning will give you the possibility of defeating the Demon Lord and upholding the righteous path." Then, the Ice Fairy's silk-green robes shimmered with silver light, her jade-like face radiating a holy glow, utterly detached from this mortal world. A jade lotus rose beneath her feet. "Fellow Daoist Lin, farewell. See you at the Little Demon Lord's Palace twenty years from now." The fairy vanished without a trace, leaving only an empty echo in the heavens and earth. The Milky
Way is a deep, autumnal blue, jade dew warms the jade sky. The Supreme Pure Fairy, her ethereal jade pendants jingling. Temporarily riding a blue phoenix and a purple dragon, she roams the ten continents and three islands, banners fluttering like lotus blossoms. Her body lies beyond the great river, her name is bound to the Crimson Cloud Palace.
The Orchid Fairy leisurely entered, seeing Lin Xuan Yi still sitting there silently, lost in thought. Bu You teased, "I didn't expect Master to be so popular, even the Ice Fairy came to see you." But seeing Lin Xuan Yi still silent, she said a little angrily, "What are you thinking about? She's already gone far away, aren't you going to chase after her?" Lin Xuan Yi snapped out of his reverie, seeing his obedient disciple's raised eyebrows, and felt a surge of amusement. He comforted her, "How could that be? The Ice Fairy cares for all living beings, how could she possibly be thinking about me? She just came over to discuss some righteous matters. If you keep thinking like this, be careful I don't spank you." Thinking of being spanked, Lan Fairy's face flushed red with embarrassment, her jade-like buttocks trembled involuntarily, and she even felt a surge of spring water in her rear, making her feel wet. At this moment, her delicate body went limp, leaning against Lin Xuan Yi's strong arm.
Lin Xuan Yi gently patted Lan Fairy's pink back, his thoughts already drifting far away
…
In the far north of the Divine Continent, a desolate and cold land, it seemed like a place abandoned by immortals, a scene of carnage. Here, snow and ice reign year-round, a powerful, biting cold that chills the heavens and annihilates all life. Towering mountains rise abruptly, shrouded in mist and clouds, preventing the sun and moon from penetrating the snow-covered landscape and bringing even a sliver of warmth.
Yet, in this desolate, bitterly cold land, lives a group of warriors—the barbarians. Atop the mountains, shrouded in mist and clouds, stands the Barbarian God Temple, their sacred place of worship. Within the Barbarian
God Temple, various Daoist runes and locks isolate it from the elements, protecting it from all external attacks. This also ensures the temple remains perpetually spring-like, with various flowers and rare herbs blooming eternally.
Within the Barbarian God Temple's Saintess Palace, a clear mountain spring flows, its energy enhanced by arrays, steaming and swirling with mist. The furniture and decorations are crafted from mountain stones, yet exquisitely crafted. The various embellishments on the stones reveal the skillful hands of the Saintess Palace's mistress.
Beside a icy pool where spring water converges, there stands a jade bed carved from a strange stone, draped with countless sheer curtains embroidered with various celestial treasures and adorned with twinkling bells that tinkle melodiously in the gentle breeze.
Within these curtains, on the jade bed, lies a peerless beauty, her beauty ethereal and captivating.
She wears a pale yellow, sheer, transparent veil, revealing nothing beneath. Her skin is like jade, her curves exquisitely defined, her waist slender and delicate, her pubic hair partially concealed beneath. The alluring fragrance emanating from her smooth skin is utterly captivating. However,
around her neck is a black, dog-collar-like object, chained to a pillar beside the jade bed. This distorts her otherwise ethereal image, making her appear utterly bewildering.
At this moment, a gaunt old man arrived. Seeing the beautiful woman, lightly made up and dressed in simple clothes, her body veiled in a thin gauze, her breasts and valleys faintly visible, coupled with her alluring, languid beauty like a concubine emerging from a bath, he was instantly
aroused, his manhood hardening. The old man could not resist, reaching out his withered, demonic hand, trembling slightly, to caress the beauty's skin. But the beauty seemed to sense it, awakening with a start, her phoenix eyes coldly fixed on him.
The old man was startled by the beauty's chilling gaze and casually withdrew his hand. However, upon seeing the dog leash, his lust rekindled, and he grabbed it, tugging at it a few times.
The beauty's cold gaze dimmed; the dog leash not only bound her martial arts but also reminded her of the pain of being a slave. She lowered her head, ashamed, and asked, "What business does the Grand Elder have with this slut?" The Grand Elder, pleased with the beauty's submission, then revealed his enormous, veiny member and said, "Let me have some pleasure first, then I'll tell you." The beauty leaned forward, her jade-like hands grasping the Grand Elder's thick penis, gently stroking and kneading it. Next, she lowered her head and licked the Grand Elder's glans with her fragrant tongue, bringing him waves of pleasure.
The Grand Elder watched as the beauty's cherry-like mouth moved in and out, the waves of pleasure from his penis growing stronger with each thrust. He couldn't help but think, "What a wanton slut!"
Unable to contain his pleasure any longer, the Grand Elder grabbed the beauty's soft hair and thrust his penis all the way in, a violent ejaculation surging into her cherry-like mouth. The beauty coughed incessantly, semen overflowing from her mouth and dripping from the corners of her lips, a scene of utter debauchery.
The Grand Elder gazed at the beautiful woman's nearly naked body, especially her snow-white, high breasts and the rosy nipples on them, causing a surge of heat in his lower abdomen and his recently softened penis to harden again. The Grand Elder quickly composed himself and announced the matter. "Holy Maiden, I must take you to your monthly morning prayers." After the Holy Maiden had finished washing and dressing, the Grand Elder removed the dog leash, and the Holy Maiden knelt on the stained-glass path, limbs on the ground, like the lowest of bitches, as the Grand Elder led her forward.
A pang of sorrow gripped the Holy Maiden's heart; she could only hope that the person prophesied by the Barbarian God would come to save her.

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