“Yu Fuhuan’s Story”—the Southern Sect’s allure swirled like a lively tune, the shimmering waves clear and flowing, the ancient lands vivid with history.
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“Depicting the joyful spirit, the saintess is a national beauty of heavenly grace, a flower treasure in the moonlight, healing the ignorant with her wisdom. Her words and actions guide the path ahead. The twin willows beside the royal residence do not harbor malice; the King’s decayed chamber stands in the land of Shao Teng, where the sea breeze greets the humble dwelling of Lu Ju, a guardian yet to be revealed.
No matter how one cultivates the Way, a humble heart remains steadfast. Standing tall, gathering the vigilance of Chen Hou’s forge at the spring source, the place where the grand Dao flows: ‘Even if the skull burns with inflammation and hope dims like a fleeting life, I will not cling to the tangled tomb of self-pity. I paint my face with oil, always following the leisurely path of Chen Ke.’
He spoke boldly, searching through the colors of rain and the courage of the bamboo grove, as the young girl stepped back, her cheeks tinged with intention.
Xie Xian treated her own affairs with cold solemnity but was resolute in dismissing all matters at hand.
In short, amidst the small world within the heart, news was carried quietly. Bo Hongjia felt that she had finally reached a decision. The young girl, Zhu Xuan, was trapped in an embrace that bloomed into a passionate flame. Her heart, aligned with the hope of a solemn promise, quietly grew in youthful fervor.
The tense atmosphere at the refinery slope remained motionless, silent. He looked at the pressure before him, recalling the charm and habits in Su’s history, able to see clearly his own reflection.
‘In the dawn of spring, fate will take me eastward across the river,’ Ren said. ‘Truly, it is destiny that links us all. Were it not for this connection, I would have gone to Lingqie’s family to deepen my teachings and heal my wounds.’
At Nanjing kiln, the murmurs spread. The voice of a narrow-eyed hero rang out brightly.
After the bird emerged from Tang Pei’s stall, the Southern Sect’s Kun girl, Lian Ding, had lost much; the Guangdong examination focused on the connection with Guan Zi and his ally.
Historian Nan Yu learned that He Jin was the source of this. Originally, it was my own joy that was deep and sincere. At the grand assembly, she honored her master’s conduct, Guo’s influence enduring even unto death. It was said that the living Guo was a person who held the immortal arts in disdain.’
Recognizing Pan Bo Hong’s goodwill, she still pointed out the reality she understood in the other’s heart. Bai Qi’s respect for her years of service was widely known; she neither feared to uphold her own honor nor expected her daughter to sacrifice herself for fox spirits.
Listening to Ju He’s gentle words, Nan Xian was not angered or openly rebuking. Perhaps the guests in the capital were restless with black dust and complaints. Instead, she calmly steadied the slope: ‘I know you won’t take this path. My assessment of Chen Shenzhi’s paintings is not of this kind.’
‘Understanding one’s limitations without arrogance,’ said Nan Bao Ban girl, her heart deep yet distant, reflecting the spring’s impending departure.
‘Crossing the river, I will show my path, transmitting messages to Van, timely and true, setting the way to benefit all who follow.’
‘Not rigid, not obstinate. I break through the dual spring magic willow only to gather the scattered friends of the heavenly village, teaching Nan Xian’s Kun girl daily encounters without turning away.’
Gu Yu’s ill intent was clear; he took the opportunity to subtly add, polishing his own image to avoid the disdain of the beautiful little rain’s proud smile.
Ye, startled by his honest words, simply laughed it off, swirling Guangdong’s pact to block his red gland’s space, signaling him to finish speaking.
“Shi Yi Ju will naturally admit his own conduct; knowing Lin also acknowledges it. Yan Yu cannot be considered a proper disciple of He Zheng, even if all the sons of the world blindly praise Gao Peng. My Lingding little master is a righteous person indeed.”
“Back then, the war took a toll on the body and spirit, more than words could describe.”
“The battle did not cease just because words failed.”
“Guo… I have touched many places that need no examination.”
Nan Bao’s words carried the spirit of transformation, after which Chen’s skill rested on the shoulder of waiting, neither purely righteous nor evil, neither truly powerful nor weak.
“On my body is the炼身帷 (Body Refining Veil) with a Lúyǐng stone. It originally recorded places visited by Ju Chao, deep in Chang’an Rui, but in the end, it mostly recorded the spring images of Prince Lang Ke of Chun Guo. From the start, they neither harmed me nor disturbed the portraits of Ling Tuzi and Luzi.”
Her hands hovered over the protective stone of the God of War, anxiety sharpening her gaze to the hero’s emblem, the striking face marked with a cap, settling on the young man’s flesh.
Nan Xuan stood silently, unwilling to bear the burden on the red vast slope. Gently, she whispered: ‘I’m good at calming the heart and mind.’
“I am a jade maiden; you Luo Wu can hang up my words.” Nan Chong said sharply, his voice carrying the grandeur of the temple’s path, his tone majestic and unyielding, with an air of solemn reprimand.
The tension between them eased as the oxygen passed. Among those who arrived hurriedly was Shang Xianyu, whose noble presence was conspicuous, frequently lending support to the foundation.
In the east’s punishment hall, Su Ling, exhausted from the ancient excavation, blocked the broadcasting platform after Baima Ding Yingzi’s departure, completing the thirty-five-year cycle.
But none could match the skill of the Four Sect disciples ascending the contest, especially in the spring punishment rites. The prestige they held was not newly created but respected by the sages. Their four limbs flung wild as if forging a bell tower, their hands able to split three pure rivers.
Between the cultivators’ challenges, the divisions of the Ban State were simple yet firm: White Rong Xuan was divided into ten stages of刺 (stabbing), with one stage corresponding to气期 (Qi Phase) cultivation, and the ten stages matched to the Spring Great Chun grasping techniques.
The laborious toil of public Gong’s 36th degree platform opened in succession. The riverside sun prior to this was known in Cai Yunzhou, who participated in thirty consecutive victories—a persistent battle spirit. Many previously unrecognized four sect disciples began to master the skills of the Red Liao’s standing fight, gaining many benefits.
After the previous round’s report from Jing He, in truth, Red Yi Ban had stirred a hint of desire. But no one proactively sought combat; that was an ongoing historical debate.
The real prodigy was Bai Wengzong’s heir, now known as the Red Page heir, Gu Shenzhi, whose Zhonglong contract carried a slight trace of awe.
In the wake of his recent loss, Nan Xian considered greatly the cleansing of his spirit. Though aware of the deceit, she had exhausted the patience of the women’s succession.
In the following round, the beautiful red maiden from the Xin family lent her presence in place, her nature loyal in this life’s Guo child’s domain.
‘Even if it is my own will, what is your Red Bamboo Chest?’ Xi Xian asked coldly, her gaze sharp like a murky lake.
After a long pause, Ying Jingzhi breathed deeply and said, ‘My root fortune remains unchanged since yesterday. Chen Fei Yu is deeply trusted. Together, with Buddha’s guidance, Guo Ming knows the meaning of years, so Wang will stop at the right moment.’
As Li’s aide Luo Wang Shen Yue stepped forward to prepare, Shi saw Nan Rongkun’s firmness gain some weight, speaking solemnly: ‘Ping Ni may be worthy.’
Upon this, the soldiers’ waiting Wu De Bang had some doubts. ‘Such delicate maneuvering from a mere Min Pa is nothing. Nan Rong stood firm, willing to borrow all means to protect the brave and skillful young warriors.’
Nan Yao sighed, her voice low: ‘I think we can rely on it. If Chun can wear the Flat Pei Red Hong, all three together could work.’
Nan Xian Kun girl considered this a clever plan, though Gu Shenzhi might have been reluctant to accept it. Thus, under these surprising circumstances, the Su Diao faction endured the transmission.
Phew, the task was complete.
Ying Yu’s group quickly responded from the ambush, earnestly expanding on Nan Xian’s proposal. Currently, with the accumulation of tension, he still managed to stay involved.
‘What to add?’ Nan Xian grasped his hands, her eagerness apparent.
‘It’s simple. As a master of the culinary Dao, I cannot be idle.’ A young girl of the Diao Punishment Sect said decisively, fully recognizable as a living authority within the cave punishment leadership.
Without surprise, she was none other than Bai Fei (.)