The next morning, Lu Li began circulating the Yin-Yang Reversal Art.
As the familiar warmth spread to every corner of his body, his tall, voluptuous form gradually dulled and became more angular.
His bones let out crisp sounds like popping beans.
A dozen minutes later, Lu Li looked at his familiar face in the mirror. Amidst his relief, a trace of bitterness appeared.
“My perception of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi has weakened a little, but I can understand.” Lu Li found his usual short clothes and put them on.
Then, as usual, he went to the courtyard.
With a slight thought and a wave of his fingers, the wooden sword placed in the corner obediently flew over, like an extension of his limb.
“As expected, in the male form, my control over weapons is better. A gain and a loss, I suppose.” Lu Li swung his right arm, and the long sword shot through the air, piercing the linen target in the corner.
“You’re up so early… Senior Sister Lu… Ah, no, Senior Brother Lu.” Qing Luo yawned as she looked at Lu Li, who was practicing Flying Sword Technique.
“What a pity. My cute and pretty Senior Sister Lu is gone.”
“Regardless, it’s still the same person.” Lu Li made some space so Qing Luo could face a target as well.
“But your appearances are different.” Qing Luo rubbed her eyes and stared at Lu Li.
“Senior Brother Lu’s male form is utterly average, but his female form is breathtakingly beautiful.”
“I’d rather it be a bit more plain. The main trouble is that the Yin Yang Sect’s clothes are too hard to wear.” With a sigh, Lu Li flicked his wrist and retrieved the long sword.
“Aren’t they easy to wear?” Qing Luo tilted her head in confusion, then lifted her skirt, revealing her snow-white thighs as smooth as lotus root.
“Hey! Don’t do that kind of thing.” Lu Li couldn’t help but blush, turning his head away.
“Senior Brother Lu, just last night you were still a woman. We’ve already seen each other completely. Why are you still shy?” This time, Qing Luo pressed herself against him.
“Besides, how easy are our Yin Yang Sect’s clothes to put on? One pull of the sash, and it all comes off.”
“That’s true… Qing Luo, don’t stick so tightly.” Lu Li pressed down on Qing Luo’s shoulders and looked at the smile in her eyes now.
There was none of the sorrow from last night.
‘…Resurrecting her parents…’
Lu Li temporarily cast aside that thought and carefully examined Qing Luo’s face.
“Senior Brother Lu, is there something on my face?” Qing Luo looked at him quizzically.
“There’s some drool at the corner of your mouth.”
“What?!” Qing Luo immediately stepped back, pulled out a handkerchief, and gently wiped her mouth. She examined it in the sunlight, then looked up, pouted, and punched Lu Li.
“Don’t make jokes like that.”
“Understood, understood.” Lu Li took the light punch. Seeing Qing Luo able to be cheerful again was a relief to him.
If in the Mortal World, the dead cannot return to life.
But in the Immortal Realm, such a thing might exist, though it probably isn’t that simple.
If Qing Luo chose this path, it would surely be fraught with dangers.
“Speaking of which, I’m really curious why the Yin Yang Sect’s clothes are all so revealing.” Lu Li glanced at her delicate shoulders and jade-like back draped in Light Gauze, as well as the thighs exposed when Qing Luo walked.
“Because of Yin and Yang Qi.” Qing Luo answered matter-of-factly, but then something occurred to her.
“Ah, Senior Brother Lu, you only joined the sect four days ago, and you haven’t had a Grand Tournament or any battles, so of course you’d ask that.”
“But I can indeed sense that the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi absorbed in male and female forms is different.” What Lu Li attracted now was all warm energy. “What’s the difference?”
“Because of Yin-Yang Complementarity. When we are in female form, performing techniques requires Primordial Yin Qi.” Qing Luo’s face showed a smug expression as she sat down on a stone bench and drew a Taiji symbol on the ground with a simple wooden sword.
“But Heaven and Earth are balanced. What happens?”
“Hmm…” Lu Li thought for a moment and gave his answer. “It naturally draws in Primordial Yang Qi?”
“Yes, Senior Brother Lu is quite clever.” Qing Luo smiled brightly.
“If Primordial Yang Qi accumulates too much, it makes one feel hot and restless. At such times, our clothing makes things much easier.”
“No wonder.” Lu Li nodded.
“Now in my male form, I need to focus on absorbing Primordial Yang Qi. But when I consume True Qi in battle, I instinctively absorb Primordial Yin Qi. In that case, there should be some problem, right?”
“Of course there is a problem, but we are Yin Yang Sect disciples, so it’s quite convenient.” Qing Luo drew a large circle around the Taiji diagram.
“We can reverse Yin and Yang, so we can use both types of True Qi. At the same time, when we Dual Cultivate with others, we can transfer excess power to them and take from them the True Qi they don’t need.”
“I see… Then the Yin Yang Sect is indeed far more formidable.” Lu Li pondered for a moment.
“So now that I’m male, if Primordial Yin Force accumulates for too long, what happens?”
“You turn into a woman.” Qing Luo blinked her innocent eyes. “Then I get to see Senior Sister Lu again.”
“Huh? No way. Then how do male cultivators of the world deal with this?” Lu Li stared at the Taiji diagram on the ground in shock.
“There are some techniques that expel Primordial Yin Force completely, using it as an attack method.” Qing Luo held up her fingers to count carefully.
“For example, the Imperial Sword Sect’s Icy Palm Strike is one such application.”
“So if I practice that, I won’t turn into a woman?”
“That’s for sure, but the cultivation efficiency becomes very low.” Qing Luo glanced at Lu Li, then punched him on the shoulder again.
“Hey!”
“Hmph, who told you to cultivate so fast?” Qing Luo crossed her arms.
“Anyway, we Yin Yang Sect disciples don’t have to worry about this problem. After being female for a long time, you naturally turn male. Then it cycles like that, Yin-Yang Mutual Transformation.”
“Following that logic, wouldn’t Junior Sister Qing become Junior Brother Qing?” Lu Li looked up and down at Qing Luo, spending a moment to examine her.
“No way.” Qing Luo shook her head.
“The Hot Spring every night releases some of the Primordial Yang Qi. Besides, I still engage in Dual Cultivation with others every month.”
“Holding hands doesn’t count as Dual Cultivation!”
“It counts in our Yin Yang Sect!”
“Fine, then it counts.” Lu Li stood up and twirled his sword into a flower.
“Junior Sister Qing, shall we start the morning spar?”
“Of course.” Qing Luo leaped up.
“I’m curious to see just how far your Sword Spiritual Root can go.”
“It will definitely exceed your expectations.” Lu Li held his long sword horizontally.
“Junior Sister Qing, please instruct me.”
“Please instruct me.” Qing Luo also lowered her long sword slightly in a salute. “Here I come.”
Her blade tipped upward, and the sword thrust toward Lu Li’s chin.
“Sword, come!” Lu Li grinned, turning his left hand.
The wooden sword that had just been in Qing Luo’s hand flew out obediently into his grip.
“The Sword Spiritual Root is indeed powerful.” Qing Luo looked at Lu Li holding two swords and couldn’t help but smile.
But in the next moment, the Light Gauze behind her danced like a rosy cloud, winding straight toward the wooden sword.
“Good. Let me see how the Silk of a Hundred Turns is really performed.” Lu Li released his long sword, its blade blossoming like a shield to block the gauze’s strike.
“Come on!”