84: Chapter 84 How to deal with this matter

"Little Junior Brother... you didn't take the wrong turn!" A faint smile appeared on Holy Lord Xu Yan's beautiful, moving face. She extended her slender, jade-like hand and gently pushed Ye Xuan, causing him to fall onto the bed in a daze.

"The identity token for a True Disciple is right here in Senior Sister's bedchamber."

"Little Junior Brother, the reason Senior Sister invited you here this time is that there is something I need your help with!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xuan hugged his chest with both hands and said in a pitiful, whispering voice: "Wuwuwu... Holy Lord Senior Sister, do you have improper thoughts about me? I belong to Master for my entire life. You cannot do this; otherwise, if Master finds out, we will both be killed by her!"

In the vast palace bedchamber, only Holy Lord Xu Yan remained, holding the somewhat shy Ye Xuan. She then took out a True Disciple token from her spirit ring and sat on the boudoir bed.

"Pah, pah, pah! What are you saying? Little Junior Brother, how could Senior Sister covet your looks? Senior Sister just wants to borrow the power of your Zixiao Divine Thunder Body."

"Take good care of the True Disciple token. If you lose it, I won't issue you another one."

"Ah? You can't reissue it? Can't this True Disciple token be bound using Mystic Power?"

Holy Lord Xu Yan knocked on Ye Xuan's head with her jade hand, feeling somewhat speechless, as if warning him not to have any useless thoughts.

"Ah? It's just the power of the Zixiao Divine Thunder Body?" Ye Xuan immediately felt a bit awkward, but the flushed state of both of them forced him to overthink.

"My Zixiao Divine Physique is flawed. I have never been able to successfully cultivate the Zixiao Imperial Scripture created by the Cangqiong Great Emperor. As long as someone possessing a Zixiao Divine Physique helps, I will certainly be able to successfully repair my Zixiao Divine Physique."

When Holy Lord Xu Yan said this, her beautiful eyes looking at Ye Xuan were filled with longing, with an urge to completely drain Ye Xuan dry.

"Senior Sister, but I have the Zixiao Divine Thunder Body, not the Zixiao Divine Physique. How can I help you repair your origin?"

Ye Xuan began to use his Mystic Power, wanting to break free from the embrace of this terrifying Holy Lord Senior Sister.

Unfortunately, Holy Lord Xu Yan seemed to have anticipated this outcome long ago. The powerful aura of an Imperial Throne instantly locked onto Ye Xuan. A smile appeared on her stunningly beautiful face: "Although you have the Zixiao Divine Thunder Body, it is actually dozens of times stronger than the Zixiao Divine Physique, and the effect is even better!"

"Then... then, Holy Lord Senior Sister, go ahead. Junior Brother will definitely be able to endure it." Ye Xuan straightened his back, looking as if he were willing to sacrifice everything.

Seeing this, Holy Lord Xu Yan on the side was also extremely happy. She hadn't expected this Little Junior Brother to be so sensible, so she sat on the boudoir bed and sat cross-legged with Ye Xuan in front of her.

"Power of the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder!"

Ye Xuan quickly circulated the Zixiao Divine Thunder Body within him, and soon his whole body was filled with the rich power of the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder.

"So much Zixiao Qi, it feels so comfortable!"

Within three breaths, the power of the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder around Ye Xuan was absorbed into Holy Lord Xu Yan's body as she circulated her Zixiao Divine Physique. Holy Lord Xu Yan curled her red lips and let out a satisfied murmur.

After the time it takes to burn an incense stick, a trace of pallor appeared on Ye Xuan's stunningly enchanting face.

"Senior Sister, is this enough? My power of the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder is about to run out... Junior Brother really can't hold on anymore!"

Holy Lord Xu Yan raised her head, her beautiful eyes half-closed, and she mumbled with her red lips: "Junior Brother, you are so beautiful, how can you say you can't do it? I want more... that bit of the power of the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder just now is simply not enough!"

"Um... my Mystic Power is about to run out. Senior Sister, how would I dare to lie to you?"

After three full hours, Ye Xuan looked at Holy Lord Xu Yan's flushed, peerless face. His own aura had withered quite a bit, and he couldn't help but say helplessly.

If this continued, he feared that his Zixiao Divine Thunder Body, which had just successfully advanced, would revert back to the Heavenly Thunder Divine Body due to the exhaustion of its origin.

By then, Ye Xuan wouldn't even have time to cry.

"Stupid Junior Brother, didn't Senior Sister already pass the 'Zixiao Imperial Scripture' to you? You can circulate the Zixiao Imperial Scripture and then transfer the power of the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder to Senior Sister!"

Holy Lord Xu Yan looked at Ye Xuan helplessly, but it was because of this sentence that the latter suddenly realized. He began to examine the 'Zixiao Imperial Scripture' in his divine sense, clumsily attempting to cultivate it, following its Mystic Power circulation to condense the Zixiao Divine Thunder Body within his body step by step.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

Outside, dark clouds gathered again in the sky, and lightning faintly flashed in the void. The stars covered by the dark clouds were suddenly pulled down, and immediately circled above Ye Xuan's head like majestic guardian deities, sufficient to tear apart any enemy before them.

The terrifying purple heavenly thunder seemed capable of destroying everything in its path.

"I didn't expect it to actually work!"

Ye Xuan's withered aura recovered a little, and then he raised his head to see Holy Lord Xu Yan, who was wearing a satisfied expression.

Just as he was about to continue strengthening the circulation of the Zixiao Imperial Scripture within him, waves of ancient purple rhythms radiated around Holy Lord Xu Yan. That aura was exactly like that of an immortal living in the world.

"This around me is the Taiyin Power of the Zixiao Divine Physique. It is much stronger than the Zixiao Qi of the Zixiao Divine Thunder Body you just condensed. Little Junior Brother, you can try to devour them; this way, you will also benefit."

"Taiyin Power?"

Ye Xuan thought about it thoughtfully, and without hesitation, he began to absorb this Taiyin Power floating in the boudoir.

The deep purple Taiyin Power was domineering yet clear and distant, and it actually rushed into Ye Xuan's body with the posture of a supreme sovereign.

The streaks of Purple Heaven Divine Thunder were originally very domineering, but when they encountered this gentle Taiyin Power, they became as docile as if they had seen their wife.

In that very instant, the physique that Ye Xuan had cultivated for a long time was once again greatly improved.

The two divine physiques within his body were no longer at odds with each other.

"What a genius with dual divine physiques! To think he mastered the mysteries of the Zixiao Divine Thunder Body so quickly."

The surprise in Holy Lord Xu Yan's beautiful eyes grew heavier and heavier; she even forgot to continue absorbing the power of the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder from Ye Xuan. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have felt as if she had seen a ghost.

"Senior Sister, I feel like I can do it again, I can continue to contribute for Senior Sister." For the first time, a coquettish expression appeared on Ye Xuan's enchanting face that looked unlike a man's: "Senior Sister, can you kiss your Junior Brother?"

"Hmph, hmph, hmph! You still want me to kiss you? Less nonsense, hurry up and condense your power of the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder!"

Holy Lord Xu Yan was a bit angry and hurriedly urged Ye Xuan to continue, wanting him to keep giving his all.

...

The radiance of the setting sun gradually faded, leaving a trace of crimson on the clouds.

A sliver of the sunset's afterglow brought a rare beauty to Sword Immortal Peak.

"Master, where did Holy Lord Senior Sister take Senior Brother? Why haven't I seen Senior Brother for three hours?"

Little Moon Qingluan looked at the hazy immortal figure beside her, a trace of doubt on her small face.

After all, it was clearly agreed upon before that he would carry her to hide swords every day; that stupid Senior Brother was going to fail to keep his promise again.

"Your Pretty Boy Senior Brother may have already been drained dry by your Holy Lord Senior Sister. Master will just pray now that he can return alive."

Master Shen Xi's cold voice reached Qingluan's ears, but there was always a sense of unease in her heart.