Song Shiwei disappeared
Leng Youmeng let out a cold snort, shook off his hand, and turned away, leaving Chen Yuan only with a cool, distant back view.
“Smooth talker! Since you've made your choice, treat her well. Don't let her down, and... don't rack up too many romantic debts, causing unnecessary trouble!”
Although her tone was still cool, Chen Yuan could detect the subtle hint of tacit approval and concern within it.
His heart settled. Knowing that this hurdle had passed, he quickly bowed and said, “Disciple will strictly follow Revered Master's teachings.”
A brief silence fell within the sleeping quarters, and a delicate, ambiguous atmosphere circulated between the Revered Master and Disciple.
The silence in the sleeping quarters did not last long; the subtle atmosphere fermented wordlessly.
Chen Yuan lowered his gaze, just in time to see his Revered Master's bare jade feet, her toenails painted a light pink.
He remembered telling her he liked it this way last time, so Revered Master had specially done it.
His heart stirred, and he stepped forward again, gently encircling her slender waist from behind.
Leng Youmeng's delicate body stiffened slightly, but she didn't struggle free; only a barely noticeable flush crept onto the base of her ears.
Moonlight filtered through the window lattice, spilling onto the embracing couple, stretching their shadows long.
Inside the hall, the faint scent of lotus lingered, mixed with a hint of seductive warmth.
He didn't say anything further; some feelings flowing in silence were far more moving than words.
After a long while, sensing the body in his arms gradually relaxing, Chen Yuan whispered something in her ear. Receiving her tacit consent, he gently lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the inner chambers.
The curtains quietly fell, concealing the spring scenery within the room. Only the increasinglyRich lotus fragrance spoke of intimate lingering secrets.
Next, Chen Yuan seemed like a diligent bee, flitting among the flowers.
He went to Qin Shuhan's manor.
After experiencing life and death, the affection in Qin Shuhan's heart was already burning like fire.
Seeing Chen Yuan arrive, a radiant smile bloomed on her cool, beautiful face, and she proactively went to meet him.
No need for many words; a single glance was enough.
Inside her fragrant boudoir, the two poured out their hearts to each other, indulging in maximum tenderness.
“Chen Yuan.” A soft voice came from Qin Shuhan's lips. Today, she was wearing a purple quicksand dress, the hem of which was short, not reaching her knees.
Chen Yuan kept his hand resting on her snow-white thigh.
“What is it?” Chen Yuan withdrew his hand and asked softly.
He let her slowly stand up, and with a “whoosh,” the skirt fell to the floor.
This made Chen Yuan's eyes widen in amazement.
Both Senior Sisters, along with Ye Baixi and Revered Master, were the well-endowed type.
A pink dudou couldn't possibly cover the flourishing sight.
How could Chen Yuan not understand? Seeing the affection level reach 80, he no longer hesitated and lifted her horizontally into his arms.
Qin Shuhan nestled in Chen Yuan's embrace, feeling the warmth. Her voice had long lost its usual coolness, and she timidly said, “It's my first time. I hope you cherish me from now on.”
“Can you call me Older Brother?”
Qin Shuhan's face was flushed red, and she shook her head. She was looking down; how could she possibly say it?
Chen Yuan smiled. Qin Shuhan blushed with just a little teasing; she was truly amusing.
“But I want to hear it!” After Chen Yuan placed her on the boudoir bed, he flipped onto her.
Looking at Chen Yuan who was so close, she turned her head away, her voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz.
“Older Brother.”
The setting sun was infinitely beautiful, but it was nearing dusk.
Afterward, Qin Shuhan quickly put her clothes back on. She genuinely felt too embarrassed to be overly exposed in front of Chen Yuan.
That was just her personality; she wasn't a particularly open person.
“Shuhan, you should Cultivate this Cultivation Technique first.” Chen Yuan said, simultaneously passing on the *Slaughter God Sword Canon* and the *Slaughter God Sword Art*, which he was currently Cultivating, to Qin Shuhan.
“Use this Cultivation Technique as a reference. Your Sword Intent is water-aligned. To enter the Sword Venerable rank, you need to comprehend at least two more types of Sword Intent. However, my Slaughter God Sword Art focuses heavily on slaughter and is fire-aligned. Water and fire clash, making Fusion difficult...”
Chen Yuan spoke at length, and Qin Shuhan was deeply moved by his words.
Chen Yuan also gave Qin Shuhan a Venerable-Rank Cultivation Technique.
Qin Shuhan was very touched, but she expressed it subtly, merely giving him a light kiss.
After Chen Yuan left, Qin Shuhan felt suddenly empty.
As night approached, Chen Yuan went to Ye Baixi's place.
Seeing him return, she was as joyful as a chirping little bird.
She was not as cool and independent as Qin Shuhan, nor as complex and subtle as Leng Youmeng; her affection was direct and passionate.
It was as if she wanted to pour out all the longing accumulated during this time.
Chen Yuan lovingly held her, listening to her chatter about the interesting things happening within the Sect.
During their great battle,
Shen Ling, hearing the commotion, also joined in.
Next was Lin Xue.
When Lin Xue saw Chen Yuan, she felt as beautiful as a flower seeing the warm sun.
“Brother Chen, have you heard? Senior Sister Song is missing.”
Chen Yuan was startled and didn't immediately grasp it. “Which Senior Sister Song?”
Lin Xue replied, “The Great Master Sister of Zhuqing Peak, Song Shiwei!”
“It's her?!” Chen Yuan was somewhat shocked. Thinking of her mother, Song Wan, he followed up by asking, “When did she go missing?”
“It seems like a month ago. She took on a mission and never returned. Five days ago, the Sect Master suddenly sent people to search, but they haven't been able to find her yet.”
“That's strange! Could it be that Song Shiwei really is a Remnant of the Demonic Cultivation? How could the Sect have been completely unaware for so many years?” Chen Yuan muttered to himself.
“Remnant of the Demonic Cultivation?” Lin Xue's face froze, looking confused, unsure of what had happened.
Chen Yuan immediately explained the matter concerning Qin City, leaving the Little Girl greatly astonished.
After their intimacy, Chen Yuan finally calmed down and headed to the crucial location granted as a Sect reward: the fifth floor of the Technique Pavilion.
This place was completely different from the floors below. The space wasn't large; it was ancient and solemn, and the air flowed with a rich, palpable Dao Rhythm.
Three Jade Slips, emitting various hues of ethereal treasure light, quietly floated atop three stone platforms in the center, guarded by powerful Restrictions.
According to Sect rules, he could choose one Cultivation Technique out of three Saint-Rank Cultivation Techniques to Cultivate.
Chen Yuan's Divine Sense swept across them, and the information regarding the three Cultivation Techniques flooded his mind:
The first book, *Nine Heavens Destruction Fist*: Saint-Rank Low Grade Fist Technique.
When the fist strikes, it is like thunder surprising the Nine Heavens, containing the True Meaning of Destruction. Cultivated to Major Achievement, a single punch can shatter mountains and rivers and shake the Void Realm.
The second book, *Grand Void Derivation Divine Art*: Saint-Rank Low Grade Spell Technique.
The third book is a Cultivation Technique: *Heavenly Azure True Art*.
These three Cultivation Techniques were completely open to Chen Yuan; he was free to Cultivate any of them.
However, he could only Cultivate them himself.
Previously, when Chen Yuan Cultivated an Emperor-Ranked Dharma Technique, he was allowed to take one Cultivation Technique out, so Chen Yuan directly copied a Sword Technique and gave it to Ye Baixi.
This time, however, he could only study and comprehend them within the Technique Pavilion. Furthermore, Cultivating these core Sect Cultivation Techniques meant they came with Restrictions, making it impossible to Pass on Techniques.
Chen Yuan pondered briefly and decided to learn the *Nine Heavens Destruction Fist* first.
Half an hour later, Chen Yuan woke up from his Cultivation. The *Nine Heavens Destruction Fist* had been perfectly comprehended by him.
Next was the *Grand Void Derivation Divine Art*.
Another half an hour passed. When Chen Yuan opened his eyes, he slowly stood up. He spread the ten fingers of his right hand, and a streak of golden Divine Rainbow condensed in his palm. Feeling the destructive energy within it, Chen Yuan felt that this single strike, combined with the vast, ocean-like Spiritual Energy inside him, could easily kill an expert in the Early Integration Stage.
As for the remaining Cultivation Technique, it was useless to the current Chen Yuan.