5: Junior sister, do you have a Daoist partner?

"Scripture Pavilion?"

Lin Qingxue's almond eyes instantly widened into perfect circles, as if she had heard something unbelievable.

"Great Master Senior Brother, you... you want to go to the Scripture Pavilion? What for?"

In her impression.

Since he first joined the Sect, this Great Master Senior Brother, aside from occasionally going to the market at the foot of the mountain to sell his "fabricated" storybooks...

...has been holed up in his broken straw hut on Luoxia Peak, idling his life away, showing zero interest in anything related to Cultivation.

Did the sun rise from the west today?

Yao Delong showed a perfect mix of shyness and stubbornness on his face:

"Senior Brother... Senior Brother wants to see if there are any suitable Martial Skills to practice."

He paused, then added,

"Also, perhaps... learn some unorthodox skills, like Alchemy or something... so I can... so I can subsidize the household expenses."

"Martial Skills? Alchemy?" Lin Qingxue looked at Yao Delong's old face, which was plastered with the words "late-life ambition," and was first stunned.

Then she burst into laughter, the crisp sound echoing in the morning light.

As she laughed, a layer of mist gradually covered her lively large eyes.

She remembered her childhood, where this mediocre and slightly cowardly Great Master Senior Brother before her...

...used those bizarre and spectacular stories to bring so much joy and imagination to her dry childhood.

Although Senior Brother was poor at Cultivation, his stories... they were truly wonderful!

"Great Master Senior Brother..." Lin Qingxue's voice softened, carrying a hint of imperceptible choke.

"You... have you finally figured things out?" She stepped forward and naturally pulled Yao Delong's thin, withered arm.

"Let's go. Junior Sister will take you today. I don't have anything else to do anyway!"

Before he could react while sitting, she waved her slender hand, and a streak of light flashed.

A Flying Sword, crystalline throughout and emitting faint wisps of cold air, hovered before Lin Qingxue.

The sword body trembled slightly, emitting a pleasant ringing sound.

"Ju... Junior Sister? This... a Flying Sword!" Yao Delong looked at the Flying Sword before him, his legs slightly weak.

The experience of being hit while riding an electric scooter in his previous life, coupled with his low Cultivation base, made him both terrified and longing!

"Of course. Did Senior Brother think you were going to walk? We wouldn't get there until dark!"

Lin Qingxue smiled playfully, her figure lightly leaping onto the Flying Sword, and she extended her hand toward Yao Delong.

"Senior Brother, hurry up and get on, I'll carry you!"

Looking at the slender jade hand extended toward him, Yao Delong swallowed, hardened his heart, and grabbed Lin Qingxue's hand with his eyes closed.

The touch was warm, soft, and delicate, making his heart flutter.

He clumsily climbed onto the Flying Sword, swaying precariously like a candle flame in the wind.

"Hold on tight!" Lin Qingxue chuckled softly, and Spiritual Power gathered beneath her feet.

The azure Flying Sword shot out with a "swoosh," transforming into a streak of light and soaring into the sky.

"Waaahhhh...!"

A strong sense of impact instantly hit him, making Yao Delong tremble all over.

He felt nothing beneath his feet, and his ears were filled with the sound of wind!

He swayed even more violently, looking like he was about to fall off the Flying Sword.

"Great Master Senior Brother!" Lin Qingxue was quick-witted, grabbing his wildly flailing arm and forcefully pulling him toward herself.

Yao Delong's entire body instantly lost balance and he lunged forward.

His arms subconsciously clamped tightly around the slender waist in front of him!

A refreshing maidenly scent, like rain-washed green bamboo mixed with faint orchids, instantly rushed into his nostrils.

Where his hands landed, the waist was astonishingly slender, and through the thin fabric, he could clearly feel its surprising suppleness and elasticity.

Yao Delong's old face flushed red, and the little heart in his chest uncooperatively pounded a few times.

The image of the pink Dudou flashed eerily through his mind.

"Hold... hold my waist." Lin Qingxue's voice also became slightly hurried, and her cheeks were faintly red.

Although the Great Master Senior Brother was like an elder to her, this sudden intimate contact...

...still made her somewhat shy. "Hold tight! Don't move around!"

Yao Delong followed the instruction, his arms tightly clamping the soft waist, his entire body practically plastered against Lin Qingxue's back.

He could clearly feel the girl's warm body temperature.

Feeling the faint pressure coming from behind her, the blush on Lin Qingxue's face deepened slightly.

Focusing on controlling the Flying Sword, the speed stabilized.

The mountain wind howled, and the sea of clouds churned beneath their feet. The magnificent scenery of Luoxia Peak rapidly receded behind them.

Yao Delong gradually adapted to the feeling of riding the Flying Sword, experiencing an unprecedented novelty and... a hint of inexplicable intimacy.

He calmed himself, looked at the girl's fair nape and the few strands of black hair fluttering in the wind before him, and, moved by an impulse, tentatively spoke:

"Ju... Junior Sister...!"

"Hm?" Lin Qingxue replied without turning her head.

"Um... have you... found a Dao Companion yet?" Yao Delong asked cautiously, like a gossipy old man.

Hearing this, Lin Qingxue's almond eyebrows slightly furrowed, her tone carrying three parts disdain and seven parts arrogance:

"Dao Companion? Hmph! Forget about those male Disciples in the Sect!

"Every single one of them is slick-tongued, and some are just pretty faces relying on good family backgrounds!"

"As for the older ones, they are all steeped in decline, making me sick just looking at them.

And the younger ones? Their Cultivation is too low; they can't even beat me, their Junior Sister! They dream of being a Dao Companion!"

She paused, then continued, "Although our Yin Yang Sect is split into two factions.

There's the Pure Cultivation Faction, like Revered Master, who pursues detachment and walks the Great Dao alone;"

"And there are quite a few Junior Martial Uncles and Martial Aunts who belong to the Indulgence Faction, emphasizing emotional and sensual enlightenment, and Yin and Yang complementarity."

"Dual Cultivation... it definitely benefits Female Cultivators more. Male Cultivators can also get some feedback, but ultimately the female party benefits more.

But it depends on the situation. Some powerful Yin and Yang Complementary Secret Arts are greatly beneficial to both parties. Unfortunately..."

Lin Qingxue sighed, "Those Secret Arts that truly possess Divine Ability and can achieve complementarity...

...are hidden in the Sect's core Treasury. How could Disciples like us ever access them?"

Her words clearly showed extreme dissatisfaction with those so-called "Dual Cultivation" partners.

Yao Delong understood in his heart and secretly noted down this information.

The Flying Sword was extremely fast. In less than half an incense stick's time, an ancient, majestic palace appeared amidst the clouds and mist on the mountainside ahead.

In the square in front of the palace stood two towering stone pillars, covered with profound Runes. This was the important location of the Yin Yang Sect—the Scripture Pavilion.

The two jumped off the Flying Sword and landed on the square in front of the palace. Lin Qingxue retrieved her Flying Sword.

Stepping into the main hall of the Scripture Pavilion, a quiet aroma, a mixture of ancient scrolls and aged Spiritual Wood, rushed towards them.

The hall was vast. Rows of huge bookshelves, several *zhang* tall, stood like silent giants.

They were densely packed with Jade Slips, beast-skin scrolls, Bamboo Slips, and even stone carvings.

The lighting was somewhat dim, and the air was filled with the scent of knowledge.

Beside the entrance to the main hall, behind a large purple sandalwood table, lounged a lazy, graceful figure.

It was a woman.

Judging by her appearance, she was around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, the peak age of a woman's bloom.

She wore an extremely daringly cut crimson-purple sheer dress with an open front, and the neckline was very low.

Revealing a patch of skin finer than frost and snow, and a deep, alluring cleavage.

She rested one hand on her fragrant cheek, and with the other, she lazily flipped through a glowing Jade Slip.

Light purple long hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

A few playful strands of hair brushed against her slightly upturned eyes, which naturally held a seductive charm,

and her full, luscious red lips were quite endearing.