93: Consider it... a test of willpower

On the first night, Lu Yu just held Liu Yunshu and slept peacefully, doing nothing.

Although Yun Guying had sensory synchronization on her end, it was at least within a tolerable range.

But by the second night, Lu Yu stopped pretending, and Liu Yunshu’s Desire Heart White Lotus Body was becoming a bit uncontrollable again.

When the two touched, it was like heavenly thunder meeting earthly fire, becoming uncontrollable.

Yun Guying was meditating when she suddenly trembled all over, nearly falling off the cold jade bed.

Here it comes again!

That tingling, burning sensation surged up tenfold, instantly interrupting her Cultivation. She gritted her teeth, sweat breaking out on her forehead, her fingers gripping the edge of the bed so hard her knuckles turned white.

This was already the fifth night!

Ever since binding that damn card, she hadn't had a single night of peaceful sleep.

During the day, seeing Lu Yu dominate the arena was quite gratifying, but as soon as night fell, the boy seemed like a different person, with terrifyingly abundant energy.

The key was that she was enjoying the tenfold Cultivation speed brought by his Dual Cultivation. Her cultivation level was indeed skyrocketing; the Bottleneck of the Body Integration Stage Great Perfection was loosening more and more, and she was about to reach the threshold of the Tribulation Crossing Stage.

But this price... was too agonizing!

"No..."

Yun Guying took a deep breath, her gaze turning cold: "I must make him stop tonight."

If this continued, let alone breaking through the Bottleneck, she wouldn't even be able to Cultivate normally.

She stood up, used a Stealth Talisman, and her figure vanished silently into the night.

The guest courtyard area of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect was quiet.

Like a shadow, Yun Guying glided over the eaves and soon arrived outside Lu Yu's courtyard.

She came openly, her figure flickering as she entered the room.

The lamp was still lit inside, and she looked toward the bed.

Then, she froze completely.

Inside the room, the candlelight flickered.

Lu Yu and Liu Yunshu were sitting on the bed, their clothes half-undone.

With her back to the window, Liu Yunshu knelt in front of Lu Yu, her long hair cascading down her back, swaying slightly with her movements.

She was biting a strand of Lu Yu's hair, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing hurried.

Lu Yu had one arm around her waist while his other hand gently caressed her back, whispering something in a low, husky voice filled with laughter.

The uninhibited words of the two brought a huge shock to Yun Guying!

The visual impact was also too strong.

Was this still the dignified and elegant Liu Yunshu from the daytime?

Yun Guying's head buzzed, and her face instantly turned beet red.

She had lived for hundreds of years and cultivated the Cold Moon Sword Dao; her Heart-Nature had long been as cold as frost.

In her previous life, she was an Immortal Emperor, and she had no interest in such romantic affairs. To her, matters between men and women were no different from eating or drinking—all part of cultivation.

But theory was one thing; seeing it with her own eyes... was quite another.

Especially since she was currently synchronized with Lu Yu's tenfold senses!

With the visual stimulation and physical sensations superimposed, Yun Guying felt her legs go weak, nearly failing to stand steady.

She hurriedly braced herself against a nearby wall, her fingers pressing so hard they turned white.

She wanted to leave.

But her feet felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move.

The sounds in the room grew louder.

Liu Yunshu's voice was suppressed yet indulgent, while Lu Yu's low laughter carried a hint of mischief.

The two changed into several positions, each one so bold it left Yun Guying dumbfounded.

She watched with a flushed face, wanting to look away, but the sensations from her body made her unable to resist narrowing her eyes and peeking through the gaps in her fingers.

"Just treat it as... tempering the will..."

She thought self-deceptively, but her breathing grew more chaotic. She didn't know if she didn't want to leave or if she simply couldn't.

The moonlight fell upon her, reflecting her bright red earlobes and slightly trembling shoulders.

This Cold Moon Sword Immortal, famous throughout the Nine Domains, was now like a peeping young girl, hiding to one side, caught in a dilemma.

Time passed bit by bit.

The room finally quieted down.

Yun Guying was drenched in sweat, looking as if she had just been fished out of water, her legs so weak she could barely stand.

Leaning against the wall, she slowly crouched down, burying her face in her knees, her shoulders still trembling slightly.

After a long while, she finally recovered, lifted her head, and cast a complex glance inside.

Inside the room, Lu Yu had already fallen asleep holding Liu Yunshu, his breathing steady.

Yun Guying bit her lip, feeling somewhat annoyed—whether at Lu Yu on the bed or at her own behavior just now, she didn't know.

She turned and left silently, her steps a bit unsteady.

Returning to her own courtyard, she collapsed onto the cold jade bed, the images she had just seen lingering in her mind, impossible to banish.

"Scoundrel..."

She cursed softly, but after cursing, she couldn't help but touch her own lips.

There, a certain illusory sensation seemed to linger.

She closed her eyes and forced herself into meditation... Once the three-day rest period ended and the sky just began to brighten, all fifty people were summoned to the Forbidden Ground in the back mountain of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect.

This place was usually not open to the public; it was surrounded by stone pillars carved with ancient sword runes, and the air carried a sharp scent, making it feel as if one's lungs would be sliced open just by breathing.

Lu Yu followed the main group inside and saw two mountains towering in the valley ahead from a distance.

No, they weren't mountains.

They were two skeletal remains!

They were absurdly large. Even though they had been dead for over a hundred thousand years and their flesh had long since weathered away, leaving only massive skeletons with a dull metallic luster, one could still see they were human-shaped when alive.

One skeleton sat cross-legged; even though only bones remained, it exuded a cold, aloof Immortal Qi.

The other skeleton was half-kneeling on the ground, its bones pitch-black as ink. Even from over a dozen miles away, one could feel the soaring violence and killing intent.

"Are those... the Celestial Sword Immortal and the Demon Sword Immortal?"

Lin Wanqiu followed beside Lu Yu and asked in a low voice.

She was a bit nervous, her hand constantly clutching the corner of Lu Yu's clothes.

"Yeah."

Lu Yu nodded, his gaze falling on the two skeletons, feeling a bit shocked himself.

Dead for over a hundred thousand years, yet the bones did not rot, and their own flesh and blood Origin could even evolve into a Secret Realm. Was this the power of an Immortal?

"All Disciples who have obtained a slot, step forward!"

The one presiding over the opening of the Secret Realm was the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect.

He stood on the open ground between the two skeletons, a palm-sized Bronze Command Token floating before him, with an ancient "Sword" character carved on it.

"The Sword Soul Secret Realm is formed from the remains of two ancient Sword Immortals and contains special Laws. After entering, all non-Sword Dao powers will be suppressed, cultivation will be completely sealed, and spiritual energy will not manifest. What you can rely on is only your own Sword Dao cultivation: sword techniques, Sword Intent, and Sword Qi!"

He surveyed the crowd, his voice solemn: "Fighting is not prohibited within the Secret Realm; everything depends on your own ability, but intentionally taking lives is strictly forbidden."

"Inside, there are wandering masterless Sword Intents, ancient Sword Cultivator Legacies, and lost spirit swords. Obtain them by your own ability. After ten days, the Secret Realm will automatically expel everyone. Now, open!"

As his voice fell, he formed a hand seal, and the Bronze Command Token shone brilliantly.

Buzz—!!!

The space between the two skeletons rippled like the surface of water, and a three-zhang-high distorted light gate gradually emerged.

The interior of the light gate was a mass of Chaos, the scenery unclear, but one could only feel a vast, ancient, and pure Sword Dao aura rushing toward them.

"Enter!"