As the morning sun first rose, a crisp sword whistle brushed through the bamboo forest like a gale, carrying a hint of icy chill.
A celestial fairy lightly tapped the tip of her foot upon a water pool, sending ripples flowing across the blade of her sword.
She tapped again from a distance, swiftly drawing three sword strikes amidst the wind and shadows of the bamboo.
Mountain mist filled the air, hazy and ethereal.
This peerless and cold sword immortal was dressed in white; her celestial skirt was somewhat short, revealing large patches of snowy-white “spring scenery” as she danced with her blade.
Her slender figure was soul-stirring; one glance was enough to intoxicate the heart, making it impossible to look away.
The delicate curves of her long, toned thighs and the teasing glimpse of her perfectly rounded, firm buttocks beneath the fluttering hem sent forbidden heat racing through any hidden observer.
The sword light flashed, its cold radiance reflecting the shining sun.
The clear and brilliant sword-glow illuminated the bamboo forest and the mountains.
This sword fairy’s lunar eyes were clear and bright; her backward glance was like a startling swan.
With a turn of her fair hand, the green blade flew, and her black hair fell like a waterfall.
Observe her as her gauze sleeves danced lightly and the corners of her clothes fluttered.
Her body was like willow catkins or swaying lotus.
In an instant, her graceful silhouette was like a butterfly darting through flowers.
The sword blade in her hand was like a soaring dragon or a spiritual snake, dazzling the eyes and making them overflow with beauty.
Such frigid yet exquisite swordsmanship had, in terms of realm alone, reached the pinnacle of perfection.
As the fairy moved with lotus steps, the twisting of her slender waist was like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers—truly a peerless sight of the mortal world. Read the latest chapters at novelping.com.
Every elegant twist caused the short celestial skirt to ride higher, fully exposing the smooth, flawless expanse of her creamy inner thighs and the tantalizing shadow between them, her bare, delicate feet gliding with ethereal grace over dew-kissed stones.
Exhaling a soft puff of white air, her bare, delicate jade feet landed upon a green stone in the pool.
Her snowy skin, like congealed fat and white jade, glowed brilliantly under the sunlight like a deity.
Her pure white celestial garment, combined with the surrounding mountain scenery, was like a beautiful and ancient scroll unfurling before one’s eyes.
The thin fabric clung slightly to her sweat-dampened skin, outlining the full, perky swell of her breasts and the narrow dip of her waist with obscene clarity.
Only now could one closely observe the face of this peerless sword immortal—it was indeed the matchless fairy of the Great Gan Dynasty, Luo Yunxue.
“It is time to return.”
Luo Yunxue sheathed her snow-colored longsword but did not put on her embroidered shoes.
She lived alone in these mountains; it had always been so, undisturbed.
If anyone wished to ascend the mountain, they first had to pass through five miles of white mist at the foot of the mountain and break through a labyrinthine array to catch a glimpse of the mountain path.
Furthermore, this mountain was located in the heart of the Empire, and Luo Yunxue’s reputation alone was enough to deter any petty troublemakers, making it even more tranquil.
Ethereal celestial energy drifted at the summit.
Luo Yunxue returned to the hut wearing only a thin, plain white celestial skirt.
A translucent light gauze covered her, showcasing all the curves of her perfect female body.
The hem of the skirt was slightly short, barely covering half of her snowy thighs, leaving the remaining two segments of long, white jade legs exposed—clear and translucent like Tianshan jade, flawless.
The sheer material did almost nothing to hide the pink, delicate peaks of her nipples pressing against the fabric or the smooth, hairless mound of her intimate valley that peeked teasingly with every step.
Since a few days ago, she could no longer restrain those blood-pumping, wave-like moans of desire.
“You two…”
In the mountain bamboo hut, Mo Qingyan was stark naked, revealing a plump and alluring jade body.
Her skin, so delicate it seemed breakable by a touch, was already soaked with fine beads of fragrant sweat.
These crystalline droplets appeared particularly translucent upon the two white, towering mounds of breast-flesh.
These twin firm and full breasts, like honeydew melons, were being cupped slightly inward by the Demon Sect Saintess’s own fair hands, trembling slightly in the air.
The heavy, soft orbs jiggled enticingly with each breath, her stiff, rosy nipples glistening with perspiration and begging to be sucked.
Mo Qingyan wore a shy expression, her seductive and enchanting face covered in a blush, yet she appeared increasingly excited.
Hot breath continuously escaped her cherry mouth.
Her white, straight legs were long; she lay diagonally on the ground, supporting her curvaceous upper body only with her slender waist.
Her small, delicate jade feet trembled slightly in the air, and her ten grape-like crystalline toes curled inward slightly as if stimulated by something.
The glistening trail of her arousal already coated her inner thighs, dripping slowly from her swollen, puffy pink labia that parted slightly to reveal the slick, hungry entrance within.
The old servant who had broken her virginity had a look of pure satisfaction.
The thick member at his crotch, as large as a baby’s arm, was buried between the two towering snowy peaks on Mo Qingyan’s chest, wantonly rubbing against that deep and charming, lewd cleavage.
The veiny, throbbing shaft slid smoothly through the warm, silky valley of her tit-flesh, the bulbous purple head occasionally poking out near her chin, smearing glistening pre-cum across her skin.
“Mm~ Yunxue has arrived too?”
Mo Qingyan showed no shame or surprise.
She smiled enchantingly, her cherry lips parting as she invited: “Why, won’t you join us today to enjoy some happiness?”