Chapter 115 : Pure Yin True Intent
Chapter 115: Pure Yin True Intent
By the time Li Yunqing returned to the Shang Residence, it was just noon.
As Xiaolan supported her arm and they stepped through the front courtyard, the sounds of clashing blades and ringing swords rose and fell.
“They’re sparring?”
Seeing the two figures exchanging moves in the courtyard, Li Yunqing immediately understood.
There was little entertainment in this era. Noble ladies spent their days attending various banquets, while Jianghu people found such gatherings unbearable, preferring instead to wield weapons.
As Li Yunqing paused, the others also noticed her.
Especially Lu Xingzhou, holding a sword, and Qi Feihong, holding a blade—upon seeing her, both froze in place.
Their gazes shone, lingering almost entirely on Li Yunqing.
The white cloak fluttered in the wind, while the purple dress that wrapped her graceful figure gently swayed.
Her entire being radiated an ethereal, fairy-like aura.
Her hair was styled into a flowing cloud bun, secured with a carved jade hairpin. Stray strands at her forehead and temples danced lightly across her flawless face.
For a moment, everyone’s eyes were filled with amazement.
“Junior Sister Yunqing, you’re back.”
Xun Fei spoke softly, stepping to her side, her gaze sweeping over her in admiration. “Your figure and appearance are truly exceptional. Even such ordinary clothing looks like something a fairy would wear on you.”
At these words, Wunian, Qi Feihong, and Lu Xingzhou all nodded.
With such beauty and bearing, combined with that serene and tranquil temperament, even celestial maidens would struggle to surpass her.
“Thank you for the praise, Senior Sister.”
Li Yunqing responded naturally.
After all, it was precisely because of this appearance that she had just beaten up a Divine Realm disciple.
“With nothing to do, and since Senior Brother Lu and Brother Feihong are sparring, why not play a zither piece?”
Xun Fei suggested with a smile.
As a Jianghu woman, even if she wanted to play, her skill was lacking.
But Li Yunqing, as a noble lady, must be proficient in the arts of Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting—this was the difference between Jianghu folk and aristocratic families.
Jianghu people were carefree and wandered the world, focusing on martial skills.
Noble youths, however, were trained in etiquette and arts.
“Alright.”
Li Yunqing did not refuse.
With everyone gathered and nothing else to do, she naturally wouldn’t make things difficult.
It was somewhat like close friends gathering in her previous life—chatting and relaxing together.
“Xiaolan, go find the steward and get a zither.”
“I’ll play a piece for everyone.”
Li Yunqing smiled, then said to Lu Xingzhou and Qi Feihong, “You can continue. Don’t mind me.”
With that, she took Xun Fei’s hand and went to a nearby pavilion.
Even though Jianghu people were less restrained, she still avoided staying too close to men.
“Brother Qi, take another strike from me!”
Lu Xingzhou shouted, his aura suddenly surging.
Unlike before, when he had been suppressed, the moment his sword struck, it carried an indescribable purity and vastness.
“Clang!”
The sword rang sharply as it flashed toward Qi Feihong almost instantly.
“What is this?”
Qi Feihong’s expression turned serious. His blade was drawn with a clang, blocking before him.
Previously, as someone at Qi Realm Perfection, he had completely suppressed Lu Xingzhou.
But now, Lu Xingzhou’s strike had surpassed ordinary Qi Realm Perfection—touching the threshold of the Profound Realm.
“Boom!”
Sword and blade collided. Both figures trembled and retreated rapidly.
Footprints were left in the stone ground beneath them.
“This is your true strength?”
Qi Feihong stared in shock.
Yet Lu Xingzhou’s eyes were filled with focus and tenderness, constantly directed at Li Yunqing.
“Could it be… the Emotion Dao?”
Qi Feihong froze.
Hearing this, Xun Fei and Wunian also paused, glancing between Li Yunqing and Lu Xingzhou.
“Emotion Dao?”
Li Yunqing spoke in confusion.
She had heard of the Emotionless Dao—entering emotion, then severing it to gain power.
But what was the Emotion Dao?
Could it mean the more people one loved, the stronger one became?
That didn’t seem suitable for her.
“Amitabha. There is a saying in the Emotion Dao: ‘To meet one person and grow old together, to bind one’s heart for a lifetime, envying not immortals but paired mandarin ducks.’”
“Feelings stronger than gold can break even immortals.”
Wunian explained.
In the Emotion Dao, the deeper the feelings, the stronger the sword.
At this moment, everyone’s gaze fell on Li Yunqing.
Even Xun Fei was stunned.
She had not noticed much change in Lu Xingzhou before—but now his Sword Heart was no longer devoted to the sword alone.
It was devoted to one person.
And that person was Li Yunqing.
More shocking was that Li Yunqing herself seemed unaware.
So this was entirely one-sided?
“So this is the Emotion Dao…”
Li Yunqing nodded slightly.
But feeling everyone’s gaze on her, her heart skipped a beat.
Could Lu Xingzhou’s Sword Heart transformation be because of her?
She felt speechless.
Did cultivating the Emotion Dao not require the other person’s consent?
“Miss, the zither is here!”
At that moment, Xiaolan arrived with a zither.
Li Yunqing decided not to think about it further.
“Please listen.”
Her fingers brushed the strings, and flowing music filled the courtyard.
“It’s just someone else’s feelings. Nothing I can control.”
Immersed in the music, her thoughts followed the melody.
With her traits, she quickly forgot everything, focusing entirely.
Though she hadn’t played for a long time, her skill remained flawless—fluid and effortless.
Unknowingly, a strange Artistic Conception spread with the music.
Servants and maids passing by became entranced.
Even Wunian, Qi Feihong, Lu Xingzhou, Xun Fei, and Xiaolan were immersed.
They seemed to see vast oceans, then forests, rivers, blazing suns, and endless snow.
In mere moments, they experienced the cycle of seasons and the transformations of the world.
When the music stopped, they awoke, looking at Li Yunqing.
“What is this?”
They were shocked.
Li Yunqing had her eyes closed, immersed in sudden enlightenment.
Life energy radiated from her, causing plants to sprout and bloom around her.
Even in this season, flowers bloomed vividly.
Wunian and Qi Feihong exchanged knowing glances—this had happened before.
But Lu Xingzhou and Xun Fei were stunned.
“What is happening?”
“A single piece created such a phenomenon?”
They whispered.
At this moment, Li Yunqing seemed like a divine maiden of the moon, spreading life into the world.
The courtyard fell silent.
Inside her mind, endless insights arose.
Five Elements circulated, seasons changed, and everything merged.
“Frost Sword Intent: Major Completion (3% → 10%)”
“Five Elements True Intent: Minor Completion (10% → 50%)”
“You have achieved sudden enlightenment of Pure Yin True Intent.”
“Pure Yin True Intent: Initiated (1%)”
“Pure Yin True Intent?”
Li Yunqing paused.
Her Immortal-Martial Power surged, merging with it.
Frost Sword Intent and Five Elements True Intent seemed to become parts of it.
Her three dantians felt connected as one.
Her Immortal-Martial Power seemed to evolve.
“What is this…?”
“Did it evolve to a higher level?”
She couldn’t fully understand.
But she knew—as Pure Yin True Intent grew, so would her power.
“This is likely the path of Immortal-Martial Power…”
“Or rather, only Pure Yin True Intent can enhance it…”
She realized.
The Pure Yin path nurtured all things—only it could integrate everything.
As she comprehended it, her Pure Yin Body advanced further.
Soon, it might become a Pure Yin Dao Body.
“An unexpected gain… no, perhaps the arts can cultivate True Intent.”
She opened her eyes.
Everyone was staring.
“Apologies, I had an insight.”
She stood and bowed.
Her every movement was graceful and soft.
An indescribable charm radiated from her.
Even women felt drawn toward her.
At that moment, a servant called from outside:
“Miss Yunqing, a woman claiming to be your master has arrived!”
Li Yunqing was startled.
“Bring her to the Cloud Viewing Pavilion… no, I’ll go myself.”
After speaking, she nodded to everyone.
“Excuse me.”