29: Chapter 29 Feng Yuan

[One month later.]

[In front of the cave dwelling, two figures crossed back and forth, accompanied by the continuous sound of metal clashing.]

["Clang, clang, clang~"]

["Crash~"]

[The long sword slipped from your hand, and you absentmindedly rubbed your sore wrists.]

["Junior Sister, is something on your mind?"]

[Ling Shuanghua, standing opposite you, withdrew her sword and stood still, making no further moves.]

[You shook your head with a calm expression.]

[Of course something was on your mind!]

[That brat Lin Bufan sent over one thousand low-grade spiritual stones yesterday, saying he was temporarily leaving the sect, and you were feeling troubled about the trait matter. The "Red Dust Immortal" trait seemed to have extremely harsh requirements for its target; currently, aside from Lin Bufan, you hadn't found a second person who could produce that kind of emotional mist.]

["We won't practice today. Senior Sister will take you to listen to a Golden Core elder's sermon."]

[Seeing this, Ling Shuanghua didn't ask further and pulled you outside.]

[You didn't struggle, deciding to use this opportunity to scout around and see if you could find suitable good friends.]

[The lecture was held in an open-air plaza on the mountainside, and by the time you arrived, quite a few people were already sitting cross-legged.]

[They were all direct disciples dressed in white. The few inner disciples present were also cultivators of profound cultivation; from your perspective, they should be beyond Qi Refinement.]

[Cultivators of the Xuantian Sword Sect had two choices after advancing to Foundation Establishment:]

[First, choose to become a sect deacon.]

[Second, continue staying in the sect to cultivate, but no resource support would be provided thereafter; if you could cultivate to the Foundation Establishment peak on your own, the sect would prepare a set of Golden Core-forming resources for you.]

[Most people would choose the first option, after all, the perks of being a sect deacon were indeed lucrative. Moreover, very few inner disciples could break into the Golden Core realm; direct disciples were the true Golden Core seeds.]

[When the two of you entered, you naturally attracted countless gazes.]

[One was a famous sword cultivation genius of Doujian Peak, and the other was the recent talk of the town, the owner of the "Born Sword Intent" who was directly taken in by the Great Elder.]

[Not to mention that both of them were rare beauties.]

["Go over there."]

[Ling Shuanghua looked around and finally cast her gaze on a young man in white in the corner.]

["Speaking of which, this is your real senior brother!"]

[You curiously followed along, and when you saw that person's appearance clearly, you suddenly understood.]

[It turned out that your genius senior brother was actually him—Feng Yuan!]

[That second-generation cultivator you had robbed?]

[This person was not bad!]

[Sensing someone approaching, Feng Yuan furrowed his brows slightly. When he saw clearly who it was, a trace of helplessness flashed deep in his eyes.]

["Junior Brother Feng, why aren't you greeting your Senior Sister?"]

[Ling Shuanghua carelessly sat down beside him and raised her hand to slap him on the shoulder.]

["Senior Brother."]

[You stood beside Ling Shuanghua, greeting him respectfully yet with a shy and timid posture.]

[Feng Yuan raised his brows slightly. Seeing your attitude, his mood improved a bit, and he prepared to respond politely.]

["Slap!"]

[Another slap landed on his shoulder, and you clearly saw the slight twitch of the corner of his mouth.]

[Ling Shuanghua pulled you to sit beside her and said proudly:]

["This is Grandfather's newly accepted disciple, possessing Born Sword Intent!"]

[Hearing this, Feng Yuan's eyes brightened a bit, and his gaze towards you gained a hint of fighting spirit.]

[...What a peerless sword cultivator with a resolute state of mind!]

["Senior Brother, can I ask you for guidance in the future?"]

[Didn't he like fighting?]

[With a delicate and charming beauty swaying in front of you all day long, you wouldn't believe he could remain indifferent forever.]

["Of course!"]

[Hearing about seeking guidance, Feng Yuan's eyes brightened even more, even carrying a hint of appreciation.]

["Sword cultivators of our generation should be like this!"]

[Ling Shuanghua was unhappy, but she couldn't say much. After all, as the deputy captain of the Law Enforcement Team, she indeed didn't have much time to practice swordplay with you.]

[As a master of balancing multiple options, you naturally sensed the emotional abnormality of your second spare tire, so you hurriedly abandoned Feng Yuan and ingratiatingly hugged Ling Shuanghua's arm.]

[After whispering a few words into her ear, you earned a light red-faced glare from her.]

["Senior Sister, who is the eldest senior brother?"]

[You seized the opportunity to toss out the doubt in your heart.]

[Hearing this, Ling Shuanghua fell uncharacteristically silent.]

["It is Daoist Master Duanwang!"]

[Feng Yuan at the side spoke up instead, the fighting spirit in his eyes almost turning into substantial flames.]

["He is the only cultivator in the Tianxuan Sword Sect in ten thousand years to form the Golden Core before the age of one hundred, and he is also a genuine Heavenly Spiritual Root prodigy!"]

[Your heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. It was him!]

[That man in white who was scared out of his wits by a Nascent Soul True Monarch of the Hehuan Sect when you first met.]

[Heavenly Spiritual Root?]

[You subconsciously licked your red lips. A Ruthless Dao prodigy, I wonder what the effect would be...]

[At this moment, the plaza quieted down. Raising your head to look, you found an old man with white hair and beard sitting cross-legged on the futon right in front.]

[Without too many pleasantries, the lecture began directly.]

[You listened somewhat hazily; after all, your cultivation was too low, and most principles were known only by their manifestation rather than their underlying reasons.]

[However, you still obtained some useful information.]

[In this world, Qi Refinement peak cultivators had a lifespan of 200 years, Foundation Establishment cultivators 500 years, Golden Core cultivators 1,000 years, and as for Nascent Soul True Monarchs, they reached a terrifying lifespan of 3,000 years.]

[This was much higher than you expected, and it fully demonstrated the high value of Daoist Master Duanwang forming his Golden Core within a century.]

[As the setting sun descended, the day's lecture quickly ended.]

[Ling Shuanghua had left long ago; after all, she still had many matters to handle.]

[You didn't rashly approach Feng Yuan to avoid arousing his vigilance, but just as you were about to walk out of the plaza, your path was blocked by him.]

[Seeing you look at him with doubtful eyes, Feng Yuan didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he said with a serious expression:]

["Junior Sister, may I take a look at your Sword Intent?"]

["..."]

[You blinked your eyes, almost laughed in exasperation.]

[Fine, fine, fine, you like watching Sword Intent, right? I'll let you watch your fill!]

["Okay... Senior Brother, please follow me."]

[With a slightly blushing face, you gave him a reproachful look, stomped your foot, and jogged away quickly.]

[Feng Yuan was stunned for a moment. He felt something was a bit off, but then he was immediately attracted by the title of Born Sword Intent, gritting his teeth and following behind.]

[Thus, how the genius disciple Feng Yuan flirted with his newly entered junior sister somehow spread throughout the entire Doujian Peak...]

["Senior Brother, please come in!"]

[In front of the cave dwelling, your expression had returned to normal.]

[Feng Yuan furrowed his brows slightly, wanting to test swords directly, but looking at the young girl's bright eyes, his heart suddenly softened, and he agreed.]

[After entering the cave dwelling, you directly dropped the sentence "Senior Brother, please wait a moment," and turned to leave.]

[Watching your departing back, Feng Yuan thought that Junior Sister must have gone to make preparations, extremely curious about what kind of spectacle Born Sword Intent actually was.]

[A moment later, you walked out from the side chamber with your garments half-damp.]

[A crystal-clear water droplet slid down from the tips of the hair on your forehead, trickling along your cheek, your neck, and finally slowly sliding into...]

[Ever since you appeared, Feng Yuan had been wholeheartedly wanting to observe the Sword Intent, but he never expected to see such a seductive and vivid scene.]

[So much so that for a moment he forgot to look away. As luck would have it, his line of sight traced that water droplet and crashed straight into that dangerous zone.]

["Gulp~"]

[Then, Feng Yuan clearly heard the sound of his own swallowing.]

[He was a sword cultivator with a firm will, that was true, but he didn't cultivate the Ruthless Dao, nor was he impotent in that regard!]

[Using this to test a sword cultivator? Which sword cultivator could withstand this kind of test?]