As the festive lanterns were first lit, the world before one’s eyes became a vast expanse of the mortal realm.
At the end of the bustling crowds, where lanterns hung high, stood a girl like a celestial fairy, standing quietly amidst the waning lights between the magnificent palaces and pavilions.
With a slender finger, she cast a celestial spell to conceal her form.
A faint sigh of pure essence escaped her cherry-red lips as she returned toward the palace, seemingly laden with sorrow.
If anyone could have seen her, they would easily recognize the name of this peerless beauty.
Luo Yunxue, the matchless female sword immortal of the Great Gan Dynasty, a disciple of the Qingxiao Palace, was the most gifted seeker of immortality in a century.
Many knew of her exquisite, ethereal, and cold beauty—her skin like ice, bones like jade, a graceful and swaying figure, breasts like full moons, and a waist so slender it seemed one could clasp it with a single hand.
Yet, none knew the cause of her sorrow this day.
Dressed in a plain white skirt, the fairy brushed past the cries of street vendors.
The stunningly beautiful girl possessed peach-blossom eyes that were originally as tender as water.
Her soul-stirring celestial grace should have been meant for only one person.
Her waterfall-like ink-black hair, usually pinned up with a wooden hairpin to show her heroic spirit, now draped willfully over her shoulders.
She did not look like a formidable sword immortal at all, but rather a young girl consumed by heartbreak.
Alas, the path of love has always been treacherous.
Even a cold, silent celestial being from above could have her mortal heart stirred by a man who stood proud above the world.
Her nearby grotto was located behind the palace complexes, atop a green mountain, consisting of nothing more than a small bamboo hut.
Since she began her cultivation, Luo Yunxue had been required by her master to practice the path of Extreme Yin, known as the Method of Lunar Radiance.
The world honored it as the path of “Supreme Forgetfulness,” though in truth, it was merely a small Ice Heart Sutra.
When one method is mastered, all methods are conquered; her natural talent was high, so her cultivation was effortless.
Little did she know that while the manual complemented her, it also created the effect of extremes meeting and reversing.
Between the stars and the moon, a faint mist lingered in the mountains.
Deep within the bamboo forest, the peerless sword immortal held three feet of electric light.
The cold glint rose from the green blade, illuminating the bright moon.
Luo Yunxue stood barefoot upon a secluded pool, her long hair flying, as graceful as a startled swan.
After a bout of sword dancing, her mind settled slightly, and she stopped thinking of that man, her body now drenched in fragrant sweat.
It was time to return to the room.
Behind the screen, the girl’s silhouette was slender and beautiful.
Seen through the rising thick mist, the fairy truly possessed skin like ice and bones like jade.
If the scene of her bathing were to spread, countless men would lose sleep.
Amidst the drifting mist, which felt like a celestial realm, Luo Yunxue turned her side, revealing the most beautiful body and perfect curves in the mortal world.
Hot water flowed from her head through her long hair, over her white, straight shoulders, and onto her sexy collarbones.
It slowly traveled down to her firm, rounded, and tender breasts, gently sliding over the two delicate buds at the tips, continuing down to her slender waist and tight, plump buttocks, eventually flowing over the hairless, smooth lips of the young maiden’s flower…
Luo Yunxue’s breathtakingly beautiful face showed no flush of red.
She remained cold as frost, sorrowful and mournful, neither happy nor sad.
She picked up a piece of snow-white brocade with her jade-like hand and wiped her celestial body; with a gust of clear wind, she was flawless once more.
The sword immortal, her bare feet still dripping with a bit of water, entered the bamboo hut and sat cross-legged.
She gathered her mind to cultivate.
But for some reason, after seeing him today and having the situation disrupted by that demoness of the heretical sect, her frozen, immovable heart could no longer find peace.
The affection between man and woman…
the love of human relations…
Is that how he thinks of me when he approaches?
Suddenly, a voice seemed to drift in, saying: “Human desire is also a necessary path in cultivation.
If one has never tasted the sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy of the red dust, how can one achieve the Great Way and reach perfection?”
“Go find him…”
“Go find him…”
“Go find just any man…”
Luo Yunxue’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Her ink-black hair draped over her beautiful back, yet she could not calm her heart no matter what.
Plumes of white mist rose from her head, becoming hazy and thick.
Suddenly, she stood up on her bare feet, her two smooth, long legs exposed.
The cold expression on the face of this peerless sword immortal gradually faded, replaced by an emerging charm.
She stepped out into the starlight, which leaped and shimmered in her eyes like the flowing Milky Way, her beautiful eyes rippling like spring water.
She thought she was simply unable to let go and was going to seek him out.
She did not know that her lifelong practice of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sutra was meant to suppress her extremely sensitive constitution.
Now that the inner demon had arisen and her ice-heart had turned to fire, she was naturally filled with infinite seductiveness.