It seems the Sect Leader Immortal Master chatted with you a lot?
No time to explain, get in the car first.
Yun Liu picked up the pot and refilled the cups vigorously.
The milk tea was originally prepared by Gelan for them.
With Sister Qin’s Divine Soul realm, the more the better.
It was a critical juncture for impacting the Nascent Soul stage, and the effect was excellent.
Qin Xiang nodded seriously, not minding the tea’s peculiar taste.
Soon, she drank the remaining large half of the pot.
Her beautiful eyes grew brighter and brighter, radiating vitality.
“The Sect Leader Immortal Master and Aunt Master informed me of some secrets about the Sword Marks. Perhaps even Master isn’t fully aware. They might be related to Junior Sister Ji and Junior Sister Xiao.”
“Oh?”
Yun Liu feigned surprise.
“That’s only natural. The Five Peaks Sword Marks exist for the Divine Radiance Sect Leader and are the source of the so-called Sword Dao Leader’s strength—inseparable. With Shen Zhong’s realm, he must have long seen the great karma borne by Ji Shiyu.
If she is indeed the chosen one who arrived in response to fate’s call, naturally, foreshadowing must be laid early.
Since Gelan has already stepped down, Qin Xiang has prematurely become that crucial link. Every move she makes concerns the survival of the sect.
And Xiao Ran not joining the First Peak, choosing Sunset Peak instead, was an even more unexpected development. Her fiery momentum has won Tu Gou’s full favor. It’s only a matter of time before she becomes the Head Seat of Sunset Peak within a hundred years.
And Ji Shiyu is the successor who comprehends the Five Peaks Sword Canon.”
“Since it’s a sect secret, there’s no need to tell me.”
“Xiao Yun, I…”
Tonight’s Qin Xiang was unusually proactive.
She suddenly grabbed Yun Liu’s hand.
Her body grew hotter and hotter, feeling light and airy.
The same experience was even more pronounced on her.
She couldn’t help but moan softly, and her gaze towards Yun Liu also became fervent.
She had consumed the most from that pot of milk tea.
The Tree Sea Soul Essence poured into her Jade Palace, the Qingxia Sword Codex spontaneously activated, enveloping her entire body in thick green mist.
“Does it feel like the whole world has been lit up? The Sea of Consciousness is boundless, the Jade Palace is filled to the brim…”
Qin Xiang nodded, dazedly reaching out to hook her arms around Yun Liu’s neck and tumbling onto his lap.
“Move the sword aside. It’s my turn now.”
“Sigh, please… no.”
Yun Liu stammered.
Not only was his lower half exploding, but his head was about to explode too.
At this moment, any tiny spark could trigger a volcanic eruption.
Realizing, Qin Xiang’s intoxicated, pretty face flushed red in an instant.
She felt both shy and sweet, with a touch of guilt.
So Xiao Yun felt like this every time he came into contact with her.
It must be very uncomfortable for him.
He really has it hard.
Her remaining reason told Qin Xiang she shouldn’t act so frivolously.
But her long-suppressed affection made her actively offer a fragrant kiss, like a breached dam, uncontrollable.
If she had already decided on this boy for this lifetime, then what difference did it make whether they were married or not?
“Mmm…”
After only a moment of stiffness, Yun Liu forcefully embraced the captivating woman in his arms.
Only one word remained in his mind—charge!
Even if there was a third person in the room, he simply couldn’t stay calm.
The milk tea intoxicated the two of them more than aged fine wine.
They were already drunk.
Recalling Second Mother Ge’s unusual state now was too late.
The usually dignified and restrained big sister shed her reserved exterior, moved by passion and seeking love.
Her little admirer had no reason to disappoint her.
Whether women are made of water, Yun Liu didn’t know, but the Clear Mist Peak Senior Sister definitely was.
Torrents gushed forth, each drop landing and blooming.
The powerful life force contained within gave rise to fragrant grass, soon transforming the battlefield into a garden.
Drifting wood spirits like silk floss entangled within the pavilion, turning into vines weaving a cradle of life, soul-haunting and dream-entangling.
Blazing Sacred Fire devoured the warm love nest.
The lush verdant aura also seeped into the collapsing Innate Spiritual Foundation.
Between them, only the primitive instinct of mutual possession remained.
Jing Tan’er’s face turned green, but she was guilty and didn’t dare make a sound.
Covering her eyes didn’t block her ears; blocking her ears didn’t close her mouth.
She originally wanted to sneak away, go home, and hug Lu’er and cry.
But when she came to her senses, the doors and windows were already sealed by a green cocoon.
She couldn’t help but peek through her fingers.
No, I’m still here, sister.
This is too, too, too, too bold!
Not to mention anything else, just the dazzling array of movements left Jing Tan’er dumbfounded.
Damn it, she not only lost, she was utterly defeated.
Wasn’t this more exciting than the Great Competition?
How on earth did Senior Sister Qin’s slender scabbard body withstand a great sword of that magnitude!
“Mmm—”
Jing Tan’er covered her mouth to stifle a sound, but a faint whimper instantly alerted them.
“Hmm?”
Qin Xiang’s fingers traced through the air.
Several vines entangled the uninvited guest, peeling away the concealing royal robe.
The two faced each other—one frightened and shy, the other stunned and confused.
Qin Xiang shot Yun Liu a glare, so embarrassed she wished the ground would swallow her.
For a moment, she didn’t know whether to complain or stop first.
“So that’s how it is. No wonder you looked so radiant today.”
“Awoo!?”
With a great enemy at hand, any breathing room was disrespectful to the opponent.
Before Qin Xiang could even interrogate, she was sent soaring to the clouds again.
Biting her lip, she dragged the spectator down with her.
“Let me off! This isn’t the road to kindergarten!”
This wasn’t a reward; it was punishment.
The overwhelmed Senior Sister showed no mercy to the “thieving cat.”
Naturally, the fig leaf was gone.
Thanks to the “live teaching,” the well-maintained scabbard didn’t even need warm-up, enjoying smooth sailing, encountering only slight resistance at the very beginning.
Inside the green cocoon, flowers and branches trembled wildly.
The metallic vine web swayed incessantly, even causing the kanban girl downstairs who had toiled all day to curse.
“Damn you all! Are you even letting people sleep?!”
Steward You, wearing pajamas, tossed and turned on the bed, utterly frantic.
The little princess cried until she laughed, laughed until she cried, repeatedly jumping between heaven and hell.
For a moment, she recalled the days of rollercoaster rides through the Sea of Clouds when she first learned Sword Riding.
“I’m sorry, I admit I underestimated this ‘lofty title’… Forget second or third children, once is enough.”
“So, let me go, teacher. I think I see my great-grandmother…”
Outside the building, in the small grove, Second Mother Ge, who had been lying in wait, saw the lights go out inside.
Only then did she wipe her sweat and leave reassured.
“Success!”
A clever stratagem, a brilliant scheme to secure her beloved son’s first blood.
Gelan was immensely proud, finally able to hold her head high in front of Yan Bingling.
“With Xiang’er’s cultivation, Liuer is probably in for a tough time. Luckily, their turn is later tomorrow, otherwise, someone might not be able to get out of bed.”
The next second, Second Mother put on a clown mask again, her legs tense, expression peculiar.
“Really fatal. The judo master tonight will undoubtedly need to practice self-regulation on the cold jade bed. Empty, lonely, cold—clearly, someone else is suffering.”
“I can only help this much. Pitiful you two, following me for so many years, not yet enjoying blessings before facing calamity. This time, they probably won’t be preserved.”
Gelan sighed, holding her chest, hanging her head dejectedly as she returned to Clear Mist Peak.
Unbeknownst to her, she had caused trouble for a bunch of people tonight.
Heaven knows how hard Second Mother worked for this pair she watched grow up.
Saying she endured hardship is no exaggeration.
In contrast, Ji Shiyu seemed completely unaffected.
She returned to her room and fell sound asleep, her Divine Soul sword form becoming clearer and clearer.
She did manage to get a cup of that Blessed Fate, but the “pig basket” she most wanted wasn’t there.
Having too strong a bloodline isn’t entirely a good thing.