“Ah-choo! What trick is that dog Xia Changqing up to now?” Murong Bing had just completed a minor cycle of the Nine Heavens Emperor Scripture and was about to brew a cup of Enlightenment Immortal Tea to savor its flavor when she suddenly yawned without warning. As a powerful Saint King Realm cultivator with a Creation Divine Body, every move she made carried the majesty of Dao Rhythms. Sudden whims, twitching eyelids, and even yawning were signs that hinted at significant future events and had to be taken seriously. The only one who could make Murong Bing feel both love and hate at the same time was Xia Changqing.
“Hmph, I have to see what that bastard is doing,” Murong Bing sneered coldly and summoned the Haotian Mirror. In the mirror, Xia Changqing was elegantly brewing Enlightenment Immortal Tea, with a peerlessly beautiful woman seated on each of the stone chairs beside him, gazing at him lovingly, creating an idyllic and harmonious scene.
“A fine scene of three people brewing tea together. Xia Changqing, you even took out the precious Enlightenment Immortal Tea just to charm women. If this continues, won’t you just gather all those vixens back into your harem?” Murong Bing bit her lip, filled with resentment as she glared at the warm and beautiful scene in the mirror. She despised Xia Changqing having any association with other women, and she already knew of five enemies. After all, Xia Changqing was once the feared Heaven-Devouring Demon Emperor of the Mystic Sky Continent, infamous for his bloodlust and cruelty. The Saintess of the Heavenly Demonic Sect, the law enforcement elder of the Azure Cloud Holy Land, and the Grand Elder of the Golden Crow Sacred Land had all been “conquered” by Xia Changqing and willingly joined him in rebelling against the Heavenly Dao of the Mystic Sky Continent, ultimately perishing in the world-ending war.
‘Yawn, could it be that my Master in the Immortal Realm is missing me again? Forget it, no point thinking about that. Better focus on cultivation.’ Xia Changqing sat cross-legged on a bright yellow meditation cushion, rubbing his nose with slight surprise. He then gathered his spirit and entered a silent state of ’emptiness,’ slowly activating the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art, continuously absorbing the energy of the underground spiritual veins.
After drinking a large pot of Enlightenment Immortal Tea, his cultivation had recovered to the mid stage Dao Palace Realm. His next goal was to make a full push to return to the mid stage Divine Ability Realm. Three years later, brilliant multicolored light cascaded from the sky like expensive silk, enveloping the entire Holy Son Peak.
“Swish! Swish!” Suddenly, two golden beams shot into the sky, devouring all the multicolored light.
“Hahaha, the Enlightenment Immortal Tea is truly terrifying. In just three years, not only did I recover my original cultivation, but I even broke through to the late stage Divine Ability Realm,” Xia Changqing stood up slowly in the cave atop the peak, his face beaming with excitement. He then mounted his dazzling demonic sword and darted into the sea of clouds, flying freely.
In his past life, during this time, he was still miserably imprisoned in the dark, lightless Blackwater Prison, enduring agony worse than death while cultivating the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art. ‘Tch, late stage Divine Ability Realm, and you’re already this excited? After two lifetimes of cultivation adding up to several thousand years, you still act like a child,’ Murong Bing couldn’t help but chuckle softly as she watched Xia Changqing, who was riding the blood-colored demonic sword, his overwhelming demonic aura surging as he raced through the sea of clouds, as giddy as a child who just scored full marks on a test.
“This direction… it’s towards Divine Water Peak. Could it be that this scoundrel is going to fool around again right after coming out of seclusion?” The smile on Murong Bing’s face instantly darkened. As someone who shared his bed, she knew Xia Changqing’s lascivious nature all too well.
‘Cultivation requires a balance between work and rest. I wonder if Xiaoxiao has come out of seclusion yet. As the responsible Senior Brother, I must always monitor the Junior Sisters’ cultivation progress. Sometimes, spot checks are necessary,’ Xia Changqing gave himself a righteous excuse as he drove the demonic sword toward Divine Water Peak.
“Senior Brother, you’re finally here! Xiaoxiao missed you so much!” The tightly shut gate of the cave dwelling on Divine Water Peak swung open with a bang. Tu Xiaoxiao, dressed in a snow-white long dress, ran out quickly and threw herself into the handsome young man’s arms, deeply inhaling his familiar, pleasant scent. Her longing, once unleashed, was like a tide that could not be stopped. Tu Xiaoxiao tiptoed and kissed Xia Changqing passionately, completely forgetting about time and space. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
Her lips were soft and sweet, carrying a fragrance like orchid pudding, tender and endearing. “Peak stage Dao Palace Realm. Not bad, Junior Sister, you haven’t been slacking,” Xia Changqing said, gently patting Tu Xiaoxiao’s head.
“Senior Brother, I’ve made some progress with my Sword Control Technique and would like to ask for your guidance,” Tu Xiaoxiao said shyly, her face flushed red as she lay softly in Xia Changqing’s warm embrace.
“Since Junior Sister trusts me, I will spare no effort to guide your Sword Control Technique and help you fully grasp the Azure Cloud Sword Manual,” Xia Changqing solemnly promised.
“Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother,” Tu Xiaoxiao raised her charming eyes, brimming with affection and allure, her peach blossom-like gaze nearly overflowing with tears. She shyly bit her red lips, lowered her head like a bashful ostrich, grabbed Xia Changqing’s hand, and led him into the cave dwelling.
‘These two shameless adulterers deserve to die,’ Murong Bing fumed inwardly, grinding her teeth in rage.
“The Dao that can be spoken of is not the eternal Dao, the name that can be named is not the eternal name. Junior Sister, your Sword Control Technique still isn’t quite there!” Xia Changqing critiqued.
“Xiaoxiao will work even harder,” Tu Xiaoxiao responded earnestly.
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“Junior Sister, the revolution has not yet succeeded; you must continue your efforts!” A few months later, Xia Changqing smiled and said.
“I’ve been working very hard studying the Sword Manual, but Senior Brother, you’re not gentle at all; you don’t go easy on me,” Tu Xiaoxiao pouted, like a rose drenched in dew, coquettish and shy.
“I am a proper and upright man. Xiaoxiao, I think the reason you haven’t grasped the core essence of the Azure Cloud Sword Manual might be because of your outfit,” Xia Changqing stroked his fair chin, smiling with hidden meaning. You are reading on novelping.com, the official source.
“My Snow Cloud Dress looks very nice. Doesn’t Senior Brother like it?” Tu Xiaoxiao twirled in place; her dress fluttered beautifully like an immortal descending to the mortal world. As a woman, she cared greatly for Xia Changqing’s opinion.
“Come closer. I’ll tell you a secret,” Xia Changqing said mysteriously.
“What is it?” Tu Xiaoxiao leaned in, puzzled.
“Xiaoxiao, I really want to see you dance and practice swordsmanship in Master’s wide-sleeved immortal dress. I have a replica right here. Want to try it on?” Xia Changqing suggested in a soft voice.
“Ah?!” Tu Xiaoxiao widened her moist peach blossom eyes in shock, staring incredulously at the calm Xia Changqing.
“Senior Brother, you don’t have some weird Master complex, do you?”
“Nonsense. I respect my Master deeply. How could I be someone who deceives and dishonors my ancestors? Xiaoxiao, this is for your own good,” Xia Changqing said righteously.
“Bah, Senior Brother, you’re such a scoundrel. You just want me to wear Master’s clothes and practice the sword with you. Xiaoxiao really loves you so much and is willing to do anything for you, but it feels strange, like I’m being made into Master’s substitute. Senior Brother, you’re such a pervert. If Master finds out, you’re doomed,” Tu Xiaoxiao hugged Xia Changqing’s waist tightly, resting her ear against his strong chest, quietly listening to his steady, rhythmic heartbeat.
“Listening to your tone, Xiaoxiao, does that mean you agree?” Xia Changqing raised his sword-like eyebrows, smiling like a cunning wolf.