Chapter One: That Year, There Was a Young Girl.
Ye Linyuan awoke in a quiet, dark room, a rusty sword beside him.
An ancient bronze lamp was inlaid on the stone wall, and the intricate paintings on the wall were perfectly preserved, lifelike,
without a single peeling.
Clad in a simple, ancient white robe, his young face was as delicate as a young girl in the dim stone chamber.
He gazed at the rusted, soulless, ancient sword in silence for a long time. Finally, he sighed softly,
"Standing by the abyss, envying the fish, he was finally swallowed by the abyss."
He pushed open the stone door and stepped into the light.
That day, the mansion, sealed for five hundred years, finally opened. A gentle breeze blew against his face, astringent and cold.
The vast mountains and rivers gradually etched into his heart. Five hundred years had been a dream. Suddenly, he woke, silently absorbing the insights of these five hundred years of seclusion.
The mountain peaks were high, towering into the clouds. Birdsong could be heard, as could the rustling of waterfalls and streams, like slicing snow and shattering jade through the mist.
The young man gazed at the stream cascading down the cliffs, at the vast expanse of white clouds, lost in thought.
He looked at his hands and smiled helplessly, "Five hundred years of cultivation, all lost in the water and clouds?" After saying this, he began to cough incessantly, his gurgling sound incongruous in the silent valley.
After a long coughing fit, he finally looked up at the green mountain shrouded in clouds. It was the mother peak of Chaoduan Peak,
even more majestic and towering than its daughter peaks, isolated and verdant. His gaze was filled with a mixture of fanaticism, bewilderment, reluctance, and finally, even fear.
Five hundred years ago, he had reached the pinnacle of the Tongsheng Realm. Finally, he had encountered an opportunity, promising to reach a realm never before attained by the world. He had secluded himself on Chaoduan Peak for five hundred and twenty years. Now, he had emerged early. He discovered that the vast sea of mana he possessed at the Saint level had completely vanished. However, his own realm had risen dramatically, and he was on the verge of crossing that threshold. His youthful, youthful appearance was the best proof of this. After tempering his body and soul, cleansing himself of impurities, his body had returned to its youthful purity.
But possessing only a realm without mana to harness was no different from being a useless person.
He needed twenty years to resolve his present problems.
He slowly descended the cliff. The cliff remained unchanged, the stone path and the scenery looking the same as they had been five hundred years ago. However, the mortal world was not like mountains and rivers. The human world was more than just a repetitive landscape, constantly changing. The secular world was undergoing a transformation, and he wondered how far it had progressed.
As he descended the steps, he could actually feel the spiritual energy slowly flowing into his empty sword embryo. It was like a stream slowly flowing into a dry, cracked seabed. Though a drop in the bucket, it was a thousand rivers flowing eastward into the sea, and one day it would overflow. He slowed his pace and began to deduce.
Some people often compare the human world to a chessboard. However, human affairs are far more complex than chess, and even the most skilled in calculation and reasoning can only approximate the outcome.
His pace slowed until he stopped.
After leaving the restricted area set by Chaoduan Peak and Zifeng, he heard voices. His deductions were abruptly interrupted, and he felt a little annoyed.
Not far away, a woman stood faintly. Through the shadows of the trees and flowers, her simple black and white dress exuded an ancient charm, like an elusive, graceful figure amidst the mountains and rivers. Ye Linyuan's body trembled slightly; he felt that the figure looked very familiar. As he pondered, a man's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Five hundred years have passed, and Fairy Pei is still so obsessed with it? These days, I've been living at the foot of the mountain, and I often see Fairy Pei riding a mountain spirit sword, her shimmering figure wandering outside Chaoduan Peak. I admire her greatly."
Ye Linyuan then noticed that standing opposite the young woman was a thin, middle-aged man in black and white Taoist robes.
Fairy Pei...she is...Ye Linyuan's lips curled up silently. He hadn't expected such a coincidence of fate. He had just emerged from seclusion to meet Pei Yuehan, his first disciple, whom he had placed the highest hopes on five hundred years ago.
Pei Yuehan said coldly, "What business does the Yin-Yang Pavilion have with my Sword Sect?"
The man sneered, "Fairy Pei is worthy of being the Xuanyuan Dynasty's leading female swordsman. There are only a handful of women who dare to roam the world carrying a sword these days."
Pei Yuehan simply said, "I hope you can still speak like this in twenty years."
The man laughed wildly, "Twenty years? Do you think that man can really come out of seclusion? Don't be foolish. Everyone knows it now. That..."
Before he could finish his words, a flash of sword light illuminated the green mountains. In a mere moment, Pei Yuhan's sword tip was pressed against the man's throat.
She said calmly, "If I hear you slander my master again, I will kill you."
The man remained unmoved. He said calmly, "Pei Yuhan, Pei Yuhan, although my realm is far inferior to yours,
but others may not know, I know that you are now..."
Suddenly, the Taoist from the Yin-Yang Pavilion's expression grew fierce. He turned and gazed into the forest, his gaze blazing: "Who is there?"
Ye Linyuan was slightly shocked. He had just emerged from seclusion and hadn't yet mastered the Taoist techniques to conceal his presence, yet he had been discovered.
Pei Yuhan's gaze also drifted in this direction. Helplessly, Ye Linyuan slowly emerged from the forest. He gazed at the two before him, then, after a moment's thought, bowed and said, "Greetings, Immortals."
Pei Yuhan, seeing him raise his head, frowned slightly and asked, "Which sect are you from?"
Ye Linyuan looked at his former disciple. She had become so beautiful, with a fresh face, her hair piled high, a wooden hairpin slung sideways, and her meticulously crafted black and white sword attire framing her proud and upright figure. She seemed like a sword standing tall in the forest, robbing the scenery of its sharpness. He was delighted that his first disciple had not only grown more graceful but had also reached the threshold of the sword path. It was a pity that he could not recognize her at this moment. Ye Linyuan looked at Pei Yuehan and said calmly, "I don't belong to any sect or clan. I am a bastard son of the Xuanyuan Dynasty's Lin family. My name is Lin Xuanyan."
Five hundred years ago, he had already laid out numerous pre-emptive measures to prevent any unforeseen events. This identity had been planned five hundred years in advance. From then on, the once-powerful Ye Linyuan died, and the white-clothed youth named Lin Xuanyan survived.
Pei Yuehan looked at him and suddenly said, "Will you train with me and pursue the sword path?"
Lin Xuanyan was startled, wondering if his first disciple was so careless in accepting disciples. Then, the middle-aged man from the Yin-Yang Pavilion let out a sharp laugh: "I didn't expect the dignified Fairy Pei to be so... so hungry and indiscriminate now? Hahaha, are you really out of recruits in your Sword Sect? You're accepting just this random person you met on the street?"
Pei Yuhan ignored his sarcasm and asked again, "Are you willing?"
The man grinned and suddenly said, "Young Master Lin, please don't rush to agree. I am Ji Xiu, the Fourth Elder of the Yin-Yang Pavilion. While my strength isn't exceptional, my status within the Pavilion is remarkable. Young Master, are you willing to join me in training there?"
Pei Yuhan's expression sharpened, his gaze like a sword. The elder who called himself Ji Xiu chuckled, "What's wrong? Fairy Pei is upset. I, Ji Xiu, am trying to snatch you away."
Ji Xiu continued, "You are aware of the status of our Yin-Yang Pavilion within the Xuanyuan Dynasty, aren't you? Fairy Pei's sect has long since fallen on hard times and can barely support itself. Regardless of your talent or physique, joining the Sword Sect is a terrible choice."
Lin Xuanyan wanted to tell him that he truly didn't know.
Pei Yuhan said coldly, "Ji Xiu, do you really think I dare not kill you?"
Ji Xiu stretched his neck and sneered, his expression abruptly changing. He believed that no young man in the Xuanyuan Dynasty could resist the temptation of becoming a disciple of the Yin-Yang Pavilion. Moreover, such bastards, possessing only good looks, were most thirsty for power. His reluctance to immediately accept was likely simply a desire to give face to the Xuanyuan Dynasty's leading female swordsman. Regardless of this person's aptitude, Pei Yuhan couldn't take her away; it would be a clear attempt to suppress her.
Pei Yuhan sheathed her sword and stood, staring at Lin Xuanyan. Her own confidence had vanished, and she let out a faint sigh.
Just as she was about to steer her sword away, Lin Xuanyan suddenly looked at her and slowly said, "I'll go with you."
Pei Yuhan's delicate body trembled, and she stared at him in disbelief. Ji Xiu's eyes widened, staring at him like a madman and an idiot, as if this were the most unbelievable thing in the world. His face twisted with anger, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Do you know what you've missed?" He sneered again, "You're such a young tycoon! The Sword Sect is doomed. It's like this today, and it will be like this twenty years from now. If you don't take this great opportunity, you'll seek death on your own, and I won't stop you. The next time we meet, I'll chop you up myself."
Lin Xuanyan ignored him and slowly walked over to Pei Yuehan. His youthful stature only reached Pei Yuehan's shoulders. The girl he used to pamper and rub his head so often was now taller than him. He suddenly felt uneasy. He looked at Pei Yuehan and said, "Take me to the Sword Sect."
The Hangong Sword Sect was located at the southern tip of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, atop Guixue Peak, near the Moon Sea. This world, called the Qiongming Realm, is roughly divided into four factions: the continental dynasty section of the human world, and the Xuanyuan Dynasty.
To the south, the 90,000-mile Moon Sea circles the city of Lost Day, home to the Silver Moon elves. There's the Northern Territory, constantly divided and roiled by the three major demon clans. And there's the Floating Island, towering above the human world and home to the largest concentration of ascenders above the Ninth Realm.
The Hangong Sword Sect, founded by Pei Yuhan, is one of the six major sects of the Xuanyuan Dynasty.
As Pei Yuhan and Lin Xuanyan rode on their swords, they spoke little, merely giving him a brief overview of the sect and some precautions. It was simple and trivial.
The Hangong Sword Sect is vast, but upon entering, one feels a chill.
The chill wind bit his bones as he rode his sword. Although Pei Yuhan had provided him with many protective shields, his frail frame still suffered from the chill. He suddenly remembered how he had once guided her in sword-riding.
However, he wasn't as meticulous as Pei Yuehan. He'd froze her nearly to death while riding the sword all the way. The little girl was also incredibly stubborn and remained silent the entire way.
Thinking of these old memories, he couldn't help but smile slightly.
A flash of sword light landed before the Han Palace, its clear and stunning light. Pei Yuehan sheathed her sword. Lin Xuanyan raised his head, his gaze slowly moving upward until it landed on the two large blue-green characters carved from cold jade: "Han Sword."
The Han Palace was tranquil and radiant. Pei Yuehan led him to the hall entrance. A shimmering, cold light shone from the sword energy swirling above the hall gate. A novice witnessing such a chilling aura would undoubtedly be overwhelmed. But Lin Xuanyan remained surprisingly calm.
This stunningly beautiful young woman, arguably the Xuanyuan Dynasty's foremost swordsman, looked at Lin Xuanyan and slowly spoke, "I don't know why you want to learn swordsmanship with me. Perhaps it's your love for swords, or perhaps it's just a momentary impulse, a poorly considered decision. But whatever the reason, once you follow me through this door, you will be my disciple from now on. Your life will be inextricably linked to the sword, becoming one and the same. Are you willing?"
Lin Xuanyan looked at her quietly, somewhat hesitant.
Pei Yuhan sighed softly and patted his shoulder. "It's truly difficult for you to make such a hasty decision so quickly. It's my fault, and I don't blame you. If you regret it now, I can escort you down the mountain."
Lin Xuanyan shook his head, "That's not the reason."
Pei Yuhan's slender, graceful features frowned slightly, waiting for him to continue.
Lin Xuanyan scratched his head for no apparent reason, hesitating a bit. "I'm willing to pursue the way of the sword, but... can I not call you Master?"
He still found it hard to adjust to the girl who had once pestered him to call her Master, now that he was the one calling her Master.
Pei Yuehan asked, puzzled, "Why?"
Lin Xuanyan quickly made up an excuse: "I once had a master who taught me to read and write. He passed away years ago. I deeply respect my master, and I don't want to find another one anytime soon."
Pei Yuehan glanced at the corner of his eye, their clear, beautiful eyes meeting, as if trying to determine if Lin Xuanyan was lying. After a moment, she said softly, "My condolences."
With that, she turned, took Lin Xuanyan's sleeve, and led him into the Han Palace. Lin Xuanyan lifted his foot and stepped over the modest threshold.
With one step, he reached the ninth realm of the sword. He reached the First Realm naturally.
For most ordinary people, the First Realm is a lifetime hurdle they could never cross. It's a chasm between heaven and earth. But in his eyes at this moment, it was just a low threshold.
Pei Yuehan didn't notice his change.
Entering the Hanyu Palace, a pair of imposing young men and women, dressed in plain sword robes, approached Pei Yuehan and bowed, "Greetings, Master."
These were the only two remaining disciples of the vast Hangong Sword Sect.
Pei Yuehan introduced them briefly: "His name is Zhao Nian, your second senior brother. Her name is Yu Xiaotang, your senior sister. You are the third disciple of the Hangong."
Lin Xuanyan was silent for a moment, then said, "I haven't acknowledged you as my master yet."
Just as the young man named Zhao Nian was about to speak, the beautiful girl, Yu Xiaotang, angrily said, "What?
You look down on our Sword Sect! You want to practice those evil ways too? Then don't come. The future is bright out there."
Lin Xuanyan looked at the woman, who was holding a fragrant incense stick.
The furious girl looked a lot like Yu Han back then. He wasn't talkative to begin with, so for a moment, he was at a loss for words.
Pei Yu Han broke the awkward silence, saying softly, "His name is Lin Xuanyan. He doesn't call me Master for a hidden reason, not because he has any unorthodox views on the Sword Sect. From now on, you two should get along well and don't bully him. By the way, Xuanyan, follow me to the main hall later, and I'll teach you the introductory techniques."
As they spoke, a pure white flake drifted slowly down from the gray sky.
The autumn wind had died down, and the trees were turning yellow.
It was the first snowflake of early winter.
Yu Xiaotang smiled, spreading her palms, biting her lip as she caught each flake. It vanished in an instant, but she continued to say cheerfully, "It's snowing, it's snowing!"
More and more snowflakes fell from the leaden clouds, drifting gently toward the green hills. Zhao Nian, looking at the snowflakes swirling across the sky, murmured, "Winter Solstice."
Pei Yuhan and Lin Xuanyan, watching the drifting snow, seemed to be reminiscing about some past event, both silent.
That winter... Lin Xuanyan suddenly smiled. He spread his palms. Snowflakes fell between them. He clasped his fingers together, clasping the snowflakes.
At this moment, he entered the second phase of the sword path.
"Like other paths, the sword path is divided into nine realms, with each three realms representing a threshold. Reaching the seventh realm or higher allows one to enter that lofty floating island. Above the ninth realm is the realm of transformation. My current realm is the realm of transformation." The realm of transformation is the true Grandmaster realm, a supreme being capable of founding a school of thought anywhere.
But Pei Yuhan spoke these words with remarkable calmness. It wasn't feigned modesty, but genuine composure. "Above the realm of transformation is the realm of sagehood."
She paused here. She added, "My master is a swordsman at the pinnacle of the Sage Realm."
She remained calm as she spoke, but Lin Xuanyan could tell she was feigning composure.
Lin Xuanyan deliberately asked, "Where is your master now?"
Pei Yuhan looked at him with a strange expression. A hint of pride lingered in her tone. "Everyone knows my master is Ye Linyuan. Five hundred years ago, he was the most gifted swordsman who dominated the entire continent. Five hundred years ago, my master received an opportunity for the Great Dao and retreated to Chaoduan Peak. When I saw you there, I thought you knew about my master."
Lin Xuanyan shook his head and said, "I was born in a humble family. So I don't know."
Pei Yuhan simply said, "My master is the person I respect the most."
Lin Xuanyan found it both amusing and endearing. He seemed to be telling her that he was her most respected master, Ye Linyuan. Then he rubbed her head affectionately as before. However, for various reasons, his slightly moving fingers retracted.
Pei Yuehan looked at Lin Xuanyan and said, "Now, I will teach you the introductory sword techniques of the Han Palace. You must memorize them immediately."
"Yes. Okay."
Pei Yuehan continued, "Memorizing the formulas is easy. But truly crossing that threshold and becoming a true master is extremely difficult. If you can't reach the first level within three months, you'll essentially have no chance of becoming a swordsman. At that time, it's up to you whether to come or go."
Lin Xuanyan nodded and uttered a single word, "Okay."
After leaving the Hanyu Palace, Yu Xiaotang approached, looked him up and down, and said, "Junior Brother, you're quite handsome."
Lin Xuanyan didn't refute his junior brother's statement. Five hundred years ago, he'd heard countless compliments, but now, being praised by a young woman, just felt a bit strange.
Yu Xiaotang poked him, somewhat disapprovingly, "Your senior sister is talking to you. How dare you ignore her?"
Lin Xuanyan had no choice but to say, "I know I'm pretty."
He didn't like to talk, so he wasn't very good at socializing.
Yu Xiaotang's eyes widened. Her eyes were dark yet clear, like fresh ink from an inkstone, compelling her to stare again and again. "Wow, junior brother, I didn't expect you to be so narcissistic."
"..."
Yu Xiaotang patted her newly grown chest and said, "You can ask me anything you have.
If you're bullied down the mountain, I'll avenge you."
Lin Xuanyan did have many questions, including the one he most wanted to ask: Why had the sword art, so glorious five hundred years ago, fallen so low?
But he finally kept silent. He simply said, "Thank you, Senior Sister."
Though those questions were significant, they were no longer important to him, whose swordsmanship had now reached the level of Half-Step Invisibility. No matter how drastic changes had occurred in the past five hundred years, with twenty years of endurance, he would be able to revive the sword art. However...
Looking at the falling snow, he suddenly missed his fiancée.
Xia Qianzhen, the Saintess of the Fuyu Divine King Palace.
Five hundred years, are you all right?
The snow at the palace entrance grew higher and higher.
The whiteness obscured the distant mountains and nearby trees, piling up bit by bit on the already snow-white bricks and tiles. From afar, it resembled a desolate palace. In the sole hue of color, Pei Yuhan, draped in a red cloak with white velvet trim, stood amidst the wind and snow. She used no magic to shield herself from the snowflakes, letting them fall onto her slender shoulders and soak her long, dark hair. Like blossoms on a waterfall, like plum petals beneath a starry sky.
A flash of black and white sword light blossomed around her, and within the cold palace, a thousand flashes of sword light shone. Those distinct black and white sword lights seemed like the flowing ribbons of her garment, like her eyes surveying the world.
The cascading snowflakes were also illuminated by the black and white.
Lin Xuanyan stood before the palace, suddenly turning to gaze. The sky filled with sword light illuminated his eyes. In the past, he would have thought these sword lights too flimsy, their energy too simple, their swings too slow and sharp.
But now, he simply felt they were beautiful. Just like the girl wielding the sword. Zhao Nian had appeared behind him at some point, patted his shoulder, and said, "Looks great, doesn't it?"
Lin Xuanyan looked at him calmly: "Very good."
Zhao Nian spoke slowly: "I don't know who you are, whether you're an undercover agent sent by some sect, but
If you dare to harm Master, I will kill you with my own hands."
Lin Xuanyan ignored him and slowly left the main hall.
The next month passed with remarkable peace and simplicity. He no longer needed to practice swordsmanship. He had practiced swordsmanship so many times, swinging his sword millions of times a day. Every stroke and energy flow was memorized. For him, practicing swordsmanship was more meaningful than just daydreaming.
For the whole month, Pei Yuehan had meticulously taught them swordsmanship. Zhao Nian had a high level of comprehension and was a quick learner. Yu Xiaotang was no less impressive, but the little girl was a bit restless. Lin Xuanyan had always been lukewarm. He wielded his sword beautifully, but Yu Xiaotang had always mocked him for being a show-off.
But on this day, Pei Yuehan didn't teach them swordplay. The snow hadn't stopped falling in Han Palace, and the sky and earth were still covered in a light, pale color.
Lin Xuanyan casually spread the book he had compiled in his youth on the table. The writing was simple, but the content was far from simple. But regardless of simplicity, he didn't want to read it.
He memorized every word in the book, even the stroke height.
Bored, he pushed open the small wing and wandered around Han Palace, relying on his instincts.
The night grew darker, the snow thicker.
He gazed at the moonlit snow, then suddenly looked up at the magnificent buildings, his expression a little bewildered. He discovered a question he had never considered before: he was lost.
He unknowingly arrived at a palace.
A faint firelight flickered within. He paused, looking at the words "Biluo" carved into the palace.
It dawned on him that this was Yuhan's chamber.
Lights flickered within the Biluo Palace, illuminating a dim yellow.
He finally paused at the palace entrance. He heard a strange sound, and uncertainly, he approached the door and listened intently. After a month of cultivation, although his magical power was still modest, he had already achieved a high level of concealment.
He heard faint moans from within the room.
He suspected he had misheard.
This was Biluo Palace, so naturally, it was Pei Yuhan's voice.
The sound was low, shallow, like the silent flow of water beneath the rocks in a stream, like the soundless falling of snow on Jianping.
But he could hear it clearly, distinctly, like thunder blasting in his ears, because he also heard a man's voice.
He listened carefully to the sounds within the room, his face turning slightly pale. This was the first time since he emerged from seclusion that his heart had been shaken. He quickly calmed himself, reaching out to the door, hesitating to push. After a long internal struggle, he finally gently pushed it open a crack. The bright, quiet light, along with the faint moaning sound, fell on the snowy ground, becoming even clearer.
The moaning was so beautiful, it would have drawn anyone's imaginations into it. But he felt a little irritated.
Just as he was debating whether to push the door open a little further, he suddenly heard a series of clapping sounds.
It was the sound of flesh colliding. As the clapping grew more intense, the moans that had been soft at first became more rapid. Although she was still clearly trying to suppress them, she could no longer hold them back.
Who was toying with his first disciple in there? By all rights, Pei Yuehan should have been a master swordsman by now; how could worldly desires possibly affect her?
Unable to suppress his intense curiosity, he slowly pushed the door, which had been opened a fraction, further forward.
His vision widened. Fortunately, the Biluo Palace was not large; with the door a quarter open, he could see almost half of the bedroom structure.
The first thing he saw was a screen illuminated by a lamp. The screen was as thin as a veil and was divided into four panels: one depicting a crane holding a flower, one depicting a fairy washing silk, one depicting a phoenix and auspicious clouds, and one depicting an immortal washing a sword. The painting on the folding screen was exquisitely beautiful, its spirit captivating. But his gaze wasn't directed towards the patterns; it was fixed on the swaying figures on the screen. Illuminated by the figures, the screen revealed a man standing upright, and behind the elegant couch, a woman's half-revealed figure was also visible.
The candlelight flickered slightly, and the shadows projected on the window, like a shadow play, swayed constantly with the clattering of flesh against flesh and the woman's melodious gasps.
The man thrust his body in and out of the woman beneath him.
"Pei Yuhan, you're a leading sword immortal in this state, after all. How can you be so vulnerable? I only moved a few times, and you're already leaking so much fluid? So-called Hangong Sword Immortal? It seems you're just a name in vain. Ultimately, you're just a bitch to be fucked by men." The man chuckled.
Yu Han... It was indeed Yu Han. The one lying on the couch being fucked was indeed Yu Han.
The voice sounded familiar, and after a moment, he suddenly felt dizzy. That voice...
Isn't that...
Pei Yu Han said coldly, "Ji Xiu, what exactly did your Pavilion Master call you to discuss? Well... If it's something serious, then talk about it first. We can handle the rest later."
That man was none other than the middle-aged Ji Xiu he'd met at the foot of the mountain that day. How could a vulgar man like Ji Xiu be worthy of Yu Han? He would have considered it a defilement if Yu Han had spoken to him for even a few words. Yet, at this moment, Yu Han was being toyed with by such a man, thrusting in and out of her vagina? What was the reason?
Ji Xiu chuckled strangely, "I don't like the way you talk. You still don't understand your current position in the Xuanyuan Dynasty and your own situation. If you still want to protect the Sword Sect, then serve me well and stop being so cold."
After saying this, he increased the force of his thrusts, causing the entire incense couch to shake and creak.
By then, Lin Xuanyan had already entered the room. He quietly closed the door and stepped behind the screen.
The room was decorated simply yet exquisitely. Incense smoke wafted from the black jade desk. The only light was from five uniform, antique bronze lamps shaped like maids holding cups. The candlelight flickered softly, carrying a warm fragrance. A simple, patterned bamboo curtain hung in front of the window. It was illuminated by the firelight, casting a mottled light that fell on the bookshelves like beautiful snowflakes. Only then did Lin Xuanyan realize that the structure of this room was remarkably identical to his own chamber back then.
But he didn't have the energy to dwell on it. The noises within the room grew increasingly intense, even his face flushing. He tried to calm himself, relying on his spiritual power to bypass the screen. Finally, he escaped its sight and saw a scene he would never forget.
What caught his eye were two sleek, white bodies.
The figure, with his back to him, charging forward swiftly, was none other than Ji Xiu, whom he had met at the foot of the mountain that day!
His back obscured the beauty before him, leaving only a glimpse of two slender, taut, yet splayed legs beside the sandalwood bed,
and a pair of slightly curled, shimmering toes. The legs twitched slightly with Ji Xiu's powerful thrusts, and the clacking sound was unbearable.
Ji Xiu placed his hands on the beautiful woman's plump, perky hips, grinning, "Weren't you so proud when I saw you down the mountain that day? And you even pointed your sword at me? What? Where's your pride now? Are you so fucked so hard you can't even speak?"
The stunningly beautiful female swordsman beneath him groaned. She had spent the previous half of her life lying on the bed, her black and white swordsmanship now stripped and hanging on a rack nearby. Pei Yuehan's voice was flat. Even as she was being fucked to the point of dripping wet, she still responded coldly, "Don't talk nonsense."
Ji Xiu stiffened slightly, a hint of displeasure evident in his expression. He raised his hand high and brought it down hard on the delicate, snow-white bottom. Lin Xuanyan couldn't see the details of the scene, but he only heard the crisp sound of a palm hitting her hips and Pei Yuhan's soft gasp. The blow was quite heavy, and it seemed that a faint red palm mark had been left on her hips.
Ji Xiu said angrily, "I don't like the tone you use when talking to me. Do you really think you're still that fairy?
You've had your pussy toyed with by so many people, and yet you dare to be so arrogant? Who are you putting up this memorial archway for? Not for your foolish master, whose life and death are unknown, are you? Hiss..."
Ji Xiu suddenly gasped, letting out a very comfortable sound. "I didn't expect your pussy to tighten up at the mention of your master? I wonder what he'd think if he really came out of seclusion twenty years from now and saw his beloved disciple in this state?"
Pei Yuhan clutched the bed sheets tightly with both hands, and she gritted her teeth and replied, "Shut up! You..." "Pa, pa, pa."
Ji Xiu raised his hand and smacked her delicate buttocks three times, muffling the rest of her words. He laughed heartily, "What female sword immortal? Isn't her fate to be fucked? Scream twice for me to hear, or I'll beat your ass to pieces today."
She would definitely not want to moan and scream on her own initiative. How could Yuhan agree to such an impolite request?
But what Lin Xuanyan didn't expect was that, in just a moment, Pei Yuhan actually let out two incredibly pleasant moans. The sounds sounded somewhat forced and unfamiliar. But to Ji Xiu's ears, they instantly ignited his desire like a raging fire.
He let out a strange cry. He suddenly increased the speed and force of his thrusts! With great force and power, he penetrated deeply. As he thrust in and out, Lin Xuanyan could even hear the splashing sound of water at the junction of their flesh!
"I'm going to fuck you to death, you bitch fairy!" Ji Xiu's body twisted slightly, his thigh muscles suddenly tensing, clearly reaching the peak of his climax. His body trembled with the thrusts. Pei Yuhan's dainty and lovely toes, being whipped relentlessly, curled tightly, evidently driving her to ecstasy.
"Mmm... mmm... mmm..." Pei Yuhan gritted her teeth, trying not to let out a single moan.
Ji Xiu suddenly grabbed her legs and yanked them apart. Pei Yuhan's legs were suddenly stretched apart.
Already on the verge of climax, she cried out at the sudden manipulation.
After that scream, Ji Xiu lifted her legs with both hands, almost pulling them together, revealing her tender, pink vagina before him. Once Pei Yuhan started, it was difficult to shut up.
Like a dam breached by a flood, she could no longer control herself, letting out a series of cries, each one indecipherable as to whether they were of pleasure or pain.
After nearly a dozen thrusts, Ji Xiu reached his climax, his voice trembling, "I'm going to cum inside."
Pei Yuhan had no strength to stop herself. By this point, she was consumed by the surging passion, her body drenched in sweat. Where was the trace of the Sword Immortal of the Cold Palace? Ji Xiu bombarded that delicate white ass with his furious thrusts, then suddenly stopped himself, pressing himself firmly against Pei Yuhan's body. Her soft, perky buttocks were squeezed tightly, his cock and her vagina tightly fused together.
"Ah... let go... um... ah... don't..." Pei Yuhan was already utterly speechless from the fucking.
Her legs were lowered, and she lay limply on the bed, seemingly sideways.
At this moment, Lin Xuanyan had already hidden in the shadows behind the bookcase, watching this live sex scene. From his current perspective, he could see Pei Yuhan's sideways position, even the bright red buds on her perky breasts.
Ji Xiu pulled out his penis, panting, and the white sperm slowly oozing from her tender pink vagina, looking lewd. Pei Yuhan's delicate buttocks were covered in crimson slap marks. She was already limp, but she still managed to prop herself up on her elbows and slowly said, "What exactly did you come here for today? What did your leader want you to tell you?" Ji Xiu, who had just finished enjoying himself, ignored her and only sighed in admiration, "Fairy Pei's pussy is truly incredibly tight. It would be a shame to spend her prime practicing swordsmanship. How about..." Pei Yuehan said coldly, "I don't have time to talk to you about this." Ji Xiu angrily spanked her butt and said sternly, "Don't talk to me like that." Pei Yuehan grunted in pain, but her expression remained icy. Ji Xiu scoffed, "It's no big deal. Isn't it a big deal that I want to fuck your pussy?" Pei Yuehan looked at him coldly, saying nothing. Ji Xiu then said, "Alright, alright. Our Pavilion Master sent me here to give you this." He then pulled out something like a letter from his bosom and handed it to Pei Yuehan. "This is something our Pavilion Master fought for you. But whether you can save the Sword Sect depends on you." Pei Yuhan's voice finally softened somewhat: "Thank your Pavilion Master for me."
Ji Xiu's gaze lingered on the naked body. Pei Yuhan's face was hailed as one of the four beauties of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and now she looked even more breathtakingly beautiful. He wanted nothing more than to be held down and pampered.
Pei Yuhan naturally understood his meaning, but she said, "It's getting late today. You should return home and report. I have other things to do."
Ji Xiu snorted coldly: "If the Pavilion Master hadn't given me other instructions, I'd really like to fuck you all night. I'd give up my lifelong cultivation if I didn't make you beg for mercy."
Pei Yuhan ignored his lewd words and simply said, "I won't see you off."
Ji Xiu chuckled lewdly. He reached out and touched Pei Yuehan's soft, firm breasts, his fingers not forgetting to pinch the buds on her nipples. He sneered, "Fairy Pei... we have a long way to go."
It wasn't until Ji Xiu left the room that Pei Yuehan put on a single layer of clothing. She turned her head toward a dark corner and said calmly, "Come out."
Lin Xuanyan sighed. His current magical power was indeed far from sufficient to prevent a powerful Transformation Realm expert from detecting his aura.
He stepped out of the shadows and looked at the stunning young woman being wantonly toyed with by that lowly man from the Yin-Yang Pavilion.
At this moment, he found it difficult to reconcile her appearance with his apprentice from five hundred years ago. He wanted to ask why, but he didn't know how.
Pei Yuehan's single layer of clothing hadn't been buttoned, revealing her flat stomach and a glimpse of her soft breasts. As Pei Yuehan buttoned her clothes, concealing the lustful sight within, she looked at Lin Xuanyan and asked, "Did you see everything?"
Lin Xuanyan took one last look at her messy vagina, still oozing with semen, then lowered his eyelashes and looked away. He looked at Pei Yuehan and said, "I said I didn't see anything. Do you believe me?"