“Qin Yue, are your eyes not so good?” She squinted at someone pretending to tease a spirit beast.
“I don’t know anything.” Qin Yue’s fingertips glowed with a pure white spiritual light as she gently stroked the fur on the Zouwu’s neck, which had been cut by sword qi.
If it weren’t for the mountain-guarding divine beast’s understanding of good and evil, what would be lying here now would be a cold beast corpse.
“Such delicate work as healing must be left to me.” Yan Yi rolled up her cloud sleeves, and a soft emerald light emanated from her palm, enveloping the spirit beast. “Some people are good at wielding swords, but healing? I’m afraid they can’t even tell the difference between wound medicine and itching powder.”
“The day before yesterday, I just comprehended the Spring Rejuvenation Art from an ancient scroll and was thinking of discussing it with Senior Sister.”
“Just say it if you want hush money!” Yan Yi shot a glare at her, then sneered, looking at the newly acquired Qiankun Bag at the other person’s waist. “This kind of excuse might fool new Disciples.”
“Senior Sister is joking; today is clearly just a casual gathering.” Qin Yue smiled, pulling her into her embrace, her black hair brushing against the other’s shoulder.
“I should have let you die in the Mystic Realm, to save me the trouble.”
“If that were truly the case, I would shatter the Yama Hall and bring you back.” Qin Yue suddenly became serious, her eyes reflecting the flowing clouds in the mountains.
“Stop trying to fool me. If it were Martial Brother Xu who had an accident, I’d believe that. But if it were me…” Yan Yi poked the other’s chest. “I’m afraid you’d be trying on the phoenix wedding dress in my closet overnight.”
“You and I are sworn sisters, bound by a blood oath.”
“Then what about Qing Feng?”
“That’s different, of course.” Qin Yue looked at the sleeping figure in the bamboo cottage, a curve appearing on her lips that she herself didn’t notice.
“If this continues, he’s going to become your beloved.” Yan Yi swung the tassel on her waist, then suddenly said seriously, “I’ll keep your secret for you. When have I ever made you embarrassed?”
Qin Yue smiled and put an arm around the other’s shoulder: “Our little Yi is the most considerate person in the world. I wonder which fool will get to marry her in the future.”
As she spoke, her eyes suddenly lit up, “How about letting Chang’an be your Dao companion? He has sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, excellent bone structure, and will surely become a grandmaster someday. That way, we sisters can still meet often!”
Yan Yi’s ear tips suddenly flushed red, and she raised a hand to pinch the soft flesh at Qin Yue’s waist: “You brat, you’re asking for it! I can’t provoke that living ancestor; you keep him for yourself.”
“Seriously, in a few days, I’m going to the human-demon battlefield.” Qin Yue looked at the sea of clouds in the distance, her fingers unconsciously stroking the Xuan Bird pattern on her sword hilt:
“Back then in the northwestern desert, thirty-seven fellow Disciples were hunted by a Golden Core Realm Red-Eyed Demon King… Now that I have entered the Nascent Soul, I must seek justice.”
Yan Yi anxiously grabbed her sleeve: “You just broke through a realm and you’re already rushing to fight for your life? The battlefield changes in an instant; even Spirit Transformation mighty figures wouldn’t dare say they can retreat unscathed.”
Qing Feng suddenly let out a clear sword cry, and sword qi surged around Qin Yue: “A precious sword that isn’t stained with blood is just a decoration. The Xuan Sect inheritance is meant to be perfected through battle.” After saying that, she turned and shouted towards the alchemy room: “Have you listened enough? Aren’t you going to stop me this time?”
Qing Feng leaned against the vermilion lacquered corridor pillar and chuckled: “If you could persuade Senior Sister, you would have dragged me out of bed long ago.”
Qin Yue lightly stroked the sword body with her fingers, and the Su Nv Sword emitted a soft, jade-green glow: “Before I leave, I’ll teach you all you can learn from the Xuan Sect Heart Sutra. This Spring Rejuvenation Sword Art can heal injuries and cure poisons.”
The Zouwu beast’s originally dull fur gradually regained its luster in the sword light, startling it into circling its master but not daring to approach the spiritual sword. Yan Yi’s almond eyes widened in surprise: “This healing speed is even faster than my Nine Revolutions Soul Returning Pill!”
“Perhaps it’s Su Nv Empress’s innate divine ability.” Qing Feng mused, looking at the Dao patterns flowing on the sword body, “Xuan Sect governs killing and fighting, while Su Nv presides over vitality. This sword art is probably related to the ancient medical immortal’s inheritance.”
“Su Nv? You actually know her origins?” Qin Yue looked at Qing Feng in surprise. After returning from the Bi An Realm, she always felt a sense of unfamiliarity about her Martial Brother.
The young man lightly tapped the table with his fingertips and said, “This Se Le Immortal Venerable is a mighty figure in the medical Dao, who once used heavenly music to save the common people and was even revered as the Nine Nether Xuan Yin Saint Mother. Although listed under the Yellow Emperor’s command, she actually held the responsibility of the Imperial Tutor.”
These words made Yan Yi’s eyes light up. Female medical immortals were rare, and she had never heard of this senior before.
“However, she is more skilled in the art of Yin and Yang harmony.” As Qing Feng added, the ear tips of the two girls suddenly flushed with a rosy hue. Qin Yue lightly patted the stone table and chided, “Watch your words!”
“Historical records indeed show her as the Yellow Emperor’s inner consort.” The young man spread his hands and explained, “The ancient Holy Emperor achieved the Dao by having three thousand concubines. If one were to say he had no connection with this dual cultivation grandmaster, wouldn’t that be self-deception?”
Seeing that the Senior Sisters’ jade fingers had already formed sword arts, he quickly changed the subject: “The harmony of Yin and Yang is the way of all life. Why be so secretive?”
“Get to the point!” Two autumn water longswords simultaneously unsheathed half an inch, their cold light making Qing Feng immediately sit up straight: “Xuan Sect Empress is the Xuan Sect’s Battle Heavenly Venerable, in charge of the Nine Heavens Dao lineage. Whenever there is chaos, she manifests to slay evil. In the Battle of Zhuolu, she helped the Yellow Emperor greatly defeat Chiyou, thus earning the title of War God of Soldiers.”
Qin Yue’s breathing quickened; this was clearly the ultimate sword Dao she was pursuing. Yan Yi, however, caught the key point: “How did the two goddesses come to have a connection? It couldn’t be…”
“They co-authored the Yin and Yang chapters of the ‘Yellow Emperor’s Inner Classic’.” Qing Feng finished quickly before the sword qi reached him. “If we find their inherited cave dwelling, we will definitely find solid proof!”
Seeing the young man’s solemn expression, not like he was joking, the two girls reluctantly sheathed their swords. Yan Yi suddenly smiled slyly: “If you were to choose between the inheritances of the two Venerable Deities, which peerless technique do you think our great talent Xu Shidi would pick?”
“This clearly means continuing the Yellow Emperor’s ancestral Dao lineage! We, as younger generations, should naturally pass on the torch. Hey, hey, Senior Sister, let’s talk nicely, can you put your sword away first?”
“Heh, some people are only good with their mouths!” With the sound of shattered bluestone, Qing Feng, who was lying on the bed recovering from his injuries, rubbed his lower back and grumbled. He had merely answered Senior Sister Yan Yi’s question truthfully, and what happened? That one drew her sword, and the other Senior Sister even picked up an iron rod to greet him, finally forcing him to eat that bowl of ‘special’ rice.
To hide his true cultivation, he had to pretend to be poisoned, act like he had diarrhea, and feign weakness, a whole charade that left him utterly exhausted.
The only thing that was somewhat reassuring was that he could now openly lie down and rest.
“Arguing with women is just asking for trouble.” Great Black, the Black Dog, wagged his tail and sauntered past him.
The young man tilted his head to avoid the dust stirred up by the dog’s paw: “A certain single spirit dog shouldn’t act as an emotional mentor, should he? What if some earnest fool actually believes your crooked logic…”
“If you don’t listen to your elders, you’ll suffer immediately!” The spirit dog, whose sore spot was poked, yelled with his neck stiff, his tail wagging loudly as he trotted out the door.
“You old man aren’t human at all; you’re a hero among dogs!” Qing Feng added a jab at the door, then rested his arms under his head and began to review. After fusing the spiritual power of the Xuan Sect statue and the Kirin Blood Fruit, his cultivation had reached the third stage of Nascent Soul.
At this rate, breaking through to the Spirit Transformation Realm within ten years was not a delusion.
Although the accidental attention from Aunt-Master Zisu had its pros and cons, at least it bought him ten years of peace. However, if he could truly cultivate to Aunt-Master’s heaven-reaching level, who would dare to act arrogantly in front of him?
Outside the window, the clamor of the Bi An Hall’s power transfer gradually faded, and the young man, accompanied by starlight, sank into the sea of dreams. The faintly pulsating spiritual power in his Dantian was quietly awaiting the impending true inheritance opportunity.