Chapter 138 : Sword God Demonstrates the Dao
Chapter 138: Sword God Demonstrates the Dao
“Miss, call me if you need anything!”
“I’ll be in the small partition!”
After helping Li Yunqing cover herself with the blanket and carefully tucking in the corners,
Xiaolan stood silently for a moment before reluctantly turning and heading to the partition behind the screen.
But once she lay down on the bed, she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
The moment she closed her eyes, the image of Li Yunqing lying on the bed surfaced in her mind—her soft body, that defenseless and tempting posture.
For some reason, even though she had all the same things,
what her Miss possessed carried an indescribable charm that stirred one’s heart and made one want to get closer.
It even made her unable to resist wanting to hold her Miss in her arms.
Especially that smooth, tender, jade-like skin—the sensation of touching it was unexpectedly unforgettable.
“If only it were when we were young…”
Unconsciously, Xiaolan thought back to childhood.
Back then, her Miss had been quiet, perhaps because children had an instinctive fear of the dark.
Every time they rested, the two would huddle tightly together.
Only after growing up and becoming more sensible did they begin sleeping separately.
Thinking of those childhood days—hugging each other tightly, curled under the blankets, wrapped snugly within—
a smile unconsciously appeared on Xiaolan’s face as she gradually drifted into sleep.
In her dream,
Xiaolan seemed to return to childhood, holding her Miss tightly as they huddled under the blanket.
Her face was pressed against her Miss’s lips, breathing in that fragrant breath.
Her tongue unconsciously reached out, touching those soft lips.
As she pried open those jade-like teeth, their sweet and soft tongues intertwined,
Xiaolan trembled uncontrollably, hugging her Miss even tighter.
Her entire body entwined around her Miss.
Only at dawn did Xiaolan realize that she had been holding a blanket. A trace of emptiness suddenly flashed through her eyes.
“Another dream like this? What’s wrong with me?”
Xiaolan curled up under the blanket, her body tense, her face flushing red.
An inexplicable thought arose in her heart—was she sick?
Yet when she thought of that soft, fragrant sensation, she inexplicably felt that this “illness” did not seem unpleasant.
Instead, it made one long for it.
Naturally, Li Yunqing was unaware of the changes in her personal maid.
They had always been extremely close, having grown up together.
Almost everything about her had been taken care of by Xiaolan—clothing, food, living, travel, even her monthly matters.
Bathing, massage, all kinds of physical contact had long become habitual.
Without Xiaolan’s personal care, she would instead feel unaccustomed.
Thus, even if there were slight abnormalities, she would not think too much about it, instead assuming her own body had become overly sensitive.
She would never blame Xiaolan, nor would she dare to speak of it directly.
She feared that it would make Xiaolan, who had cared for her for over ten years, overthink.
“Mingyu Divine Art Experience +15.”
“Mingyu Divine Art Experience +15.”
“Mingyu Divine Art (Major Completion 2430/3000)”
In the early morning, seeing the text flash before her, Li Yunqing slowly opened her eyes, ending a night of cultivation.
“Within three days, I must focus fully on cultivating the Mingyu Divine Art—max it out completely and fully activate the Pure Yin Dao Body!”
“Only then will my cultivation speed increase further!”
Li Yunqing murmured, her clear eyes shimmering like rippling spring water.
She understood very well that strength was the foundation of survival.
Even if her physique would increase her value and make others covet her even more, she absolutely could not stop because of fear.
Or rather, from the moment her physique gained value, combined with her peerless beauty,
she could no longer stop.
Only by continuously moving forward and growing stronger, until she stood at the peak of the world, could she avoid her fate.
Otherwise, she would never escape being ruined by others.
Men, as a kind of being, once they possessed even a bit of ambition, would never let go of a woman who had both beauty and value.
If they were ruthless enough, they would stop at nothing to obtain her.
“Buzz!”
Li Yunqing’s Yin Spirit leapt out, directly rising through the roof to face the rising sun.
The Pure Yin Dao Body allowed her to align with the Pure Yin Dao, granting comprehension enhancement and accelerating her understanding of True Intent and Sword Intent.
It could also allow her Yin Spirit to rapidly grow into a Yang Spirit.
Once she possessed a Yang Spirit, she might be able to kill mid-tier Profound Realm Grandmasters and contend with upper-tier ones.
Her physique was the foundation of her rapid growth, while her other talents enhanced her combat power.
“To become a Divine Realm expert within three years—and even surpass it—none of these can be lacking!”
Li Yunqing murmured, instinctively operating the Yuan Qing Spirit Refinement Technique.
Dense purple qi poured down like a waterfall, enveloping her Yin Spirit.
“Yuan Qing Spirit Refinement Technique Experience +11.”
“Yuan Qing Spirit Refinement Technique Experience +11.”
“Yuan Qing Spirit Refinement Technique (Minor Completion 433/3000)”
“Yin Spirit: Major Completion (51%→52%)”
“Without the Pure Yin Dao resonance, it’s indeed much slower!”
Looking at the text before her, Li Yunqing’s Yin Spirit returned to her body, and she slowly sat up from the bed.
With a flip of her hand, the Myriad Swords Return to the Origin manual appeared in her grasp.
“Today I still need to go to the Myriad Sword Martial Hall and have Sword God Master teach Myriad Swords Return to the Origin!”
Thinking this, she gently opened the manual and read it word by word, until text appeared before her eyes.
“Myriad Swords Return to the Origin (Not Initiated 0/300)”
“As expected, this differs from the Sword Heart path and cannot be directly integrated into the Frost Sword Canon.”
“However, the Greater Yin Sword Embryo can unify the Frost Sword Canon and Myriad Swords Return to the Origin.”
“Perhaps one day, when I completely merge the Frost Sword Canon and Myriad Swords Return to the Origin into my own sword art, that will be the day my Destruction Sword Dao reaches Great Completion.”
“Bang!”
As her thoughts surged, the Myriad Swords Return to the Origin manual in her hand suddenly shattered into icy fragments.
Before she could even get up, a voice sounded.
“Miss, I bought some meat-filled pastries. Try them!”
With that, Xiaolan entered quickly, holding pastries wrapped in oiled paper.
Her face was full of joy—though it was unclear what exactly she was so happy about.
“Alright!”
Li Yunqing nodded. After washing up, she ate the pastries while speaking, “Later, come with me to the Myriad Sword Martial Hall. You must not neglect your cultivation either.”
“Once inside, you can find a place to train.”
“Don’t be stingy with supplementary pills you need—don’t try to save money for me.”
As Li Yunqing spoke while eating, she did not notice Xiaolan’s gaze lingering on her lips.
Watching those red lips part as she bit into the pastry, her pink tongue faintly visible between her teeth, Xiaolan silently swallowed.
It was as if she wanted to lean forward and take a bite herself.
“Understood, Miss!”
Xiaolan responded, reluctantly turning to prepare clothing and arrange the carriage.
At the Hour of Si (9–11 AM), the carriage leisurely departed from the Shang Residence, heading toward the Myriad Sword Martial Hall within the city.
The streets were bustling with people, coming and going in a hurry. From time to time, Demon Suppression Guards, armored soldiers, and patrol guards passed by.
Shouts and vendor calls rang endlessly.
Even though the roads were two to three times wider than those in Qingzhou City, the carriage could not move quickly.
“I didn’t expect we’d still be going to a Martial Hall after arriving in the capital!”
Half an hour later, Xiaolan supported Li Yunqing’s arm as they stood before the Myriad Sword Martial Hall.
“Sword Fairy!”
Before Li Yunqing could speak, the guards at the entrance bowed respectfully in unison.
“Please take me to see Sword God Master.”
Li Yunqing spoke gently, calmly accepting their courtesy.
As a disciple of Sword God Ying Jiu, she could be considered half a master of the Myriad Sword Martial Hall.
Some courtesies, she could naturally accept.
If she ever chose to compete for the position of Sword God, perhaps in the future she could even preside over the Myriad Sword Martial Hall and the Sword God Sect.
Unfortunately, she only sought strength and had no interest in such matters.
Moreover, she had no time to waste.
Once certain paths were stepped upon, one could never stop.
“Please follow me, Sword Fairy!”
The guard gestured respectfully and led the way.
“Sword Fairy!”
“Sword Fairy!”
Along the way, almost everyone they encountered stopped to bow.
Only after Li Yunqing passed did they rise and begin whispering among themselves.
“As expected of the Sword Fairy—this appearance and figure suit the title perfectly.”
“Of course! His Majesty himself declared her the Number One Beauty Under Heaven!”
“How does such a woman even exist? Just one glance and you don’t want to look away!”
“I wonder who she’ll marry in the future?”
“If she married me… I’d give my life willingly!”
Amid the murmurs, a woman in a white dress holding a sword stepped out.
“Sword Fairy? Father’s new disciple?”
“The Number One Beauty Under Heaven?”
She looked at Li Yunqing’s figure and quickly followed.
Within the inner courtyard of the Martial Hall, beside a pond in a scenic courtyard,
the moment Li Yunqing stepped in, she saw Sword God Ying Jiu seated in a pavilion by the pond.
Clad in white, spotless as if untouched by dust, he held a fishing rod, sitting in tranquil stillness.
On both sides of the path leading to the pavilion, over a dozen plum trees swayed in the wind.
Though their buds had not yet bloomed, hints of red had already appeared.
It carried a subtle, indescribable artistic conception.
“Come here.”
Just as Li Yunqing hesitated whether to speak, Sword God Ying Jiu’s voice echoed in her ears.
“Master!”
Li Yunqing stepped forward and bowed.
“You should have already read Myriad Swords Return to the Origin.”
“What do you think?”
Sword God Ying Jiu spoke without rising, still holding the fishing rod, only the corners of his robe fluttering lightly.
“A very powerful sword technique.”
Li Yunqing replied.
Myriad Swords Return to the Origin used one Dao to command ten thousand Daos—like stars surrounding the sun, birds paying homage to the phoenix, mountains returning to their origin. It was an extremely profound sword path.
In Li Yunqing’s view, it was worthy of being called the Dao of the Sword God.
The god among swords.
It differed from the Sword Saint of Cangshan, whose path sought only a singular heart.
“Though I do not know what caused the change in your talent yesterday,”
“I can still sense that your sword talent is no less than the Five Elements Sword God Body.”
“The Sword God path may not be your endpoint—you may one day reach the pinnacle of the sword path.”
“Even I, or the Sword Saint, may one day need to take up our swords and seek the Dao from you.”
Sword God paused slightly before continuing, “I cannot pass on my sword path to you, but I can let you understand what my sword path is.”
“As for how to cultivate it, that depends on your own comprehension!”
“Boom!”
As soon as Sword God Ying Jiu finished speaking, he suddenly stood up, waving his sleeve as countless sword qi surged.
A river of sword qi appeared in the sky above the courtyard.
Within it, countless strands of sword qi transformed into swords, performing various sword techniques.
Gathering into the momentum of the sword Dao, they all bowed toward Sword God Ying Jiu from afar,
circling around him.
At that moment, Sword God Ying Jiu resembled a true god of swords, ruling over heaven and earth.
“My sword path is protection!”
“Using the Dao of protection to command countless sword paths, forming a river of sword qi and establishing the grand momentum of my sword Dao to suppress the world.”
“Protection?”
Li Yunqing paused slightly, but before she could speak, a pleasant voice sounded from afar.
“Don’t listen to his nonsense—what protection?”
“The sword path is inherently a path of slaughter. Where does protection come from?”
Li Yunqing turned and saw two women supporting each other as they slowly approached.
Seeing them, the usually stern Sword God Ying Jiu revealed a gentle smile, even his brows softening. “This is my wife, Jiang Xiuning, and my daughter, Ying Qianqian.”
After the introduction, he refuted with clear disagreement:
“People often say the best defense is offense!”
“The best protection is naturally to kill the enemy.”
“If all enemies are slain, why would that not be protection?”