37: Chapter 37 The "Crazy Training" Before the Trial

Over the next few days, the Hehuan Sect entered a rare period of "peaceful days."

With the support of top-grade equipment and the nourishment of medicinal meals from the Xianshi Pavilion, the three women's enthusiasm for cultivation reached an all-time high.

Of course, as the Sect Master, Wang Yang exhausted his body to keep up with their cultivation progress.

Afternoon, the plaza.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

A strange sound drifted over, accompanied by the aroma of barbecue.

Wang Yang strolled over with his hands behind his back, and his eyes twitched instantly.

He saw Lin Xiaowan holding the top-grade Spiritual Artifact, the purple lightning azure frost sword, worth 4000 points and capable of summoning heavenly lightning. She was skewering a huge piece of spiritual beef, carefully controlling the arcs of lightning on the blade.

"The lightning fire needs to be even... more electricity on the left... Oh no, it's burnt!"

Lin Xiaowan was in a fluster.

The purple lightning azure frost sword emitted a wronged hum; a dignified Sharp Weapon had actually been reduced to a barbecue skewer.

"You wicked Disciple..." Wang Yang sighed helplessly and rubbed his forehead. "I gave you this sword so you could comprehend Thunder Sword Intent, not for you to make 'electric barbecue'!"

Lin Xiaowan turned back, her face smeared with soot, and grinned. She handed over a piece of meat that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside:

"Revered Master, try some! I discovered that meat grilled with lightning tastes crispy and numbing, the texture is amazing! And it can even forge the body!"

Wang Yang took a bite, half-doubting.

The current instantly stimulated his tongue; the meat was firm and bouncy.

"Hmm?" Wang Yang's eyes lit up. "Come to think of it... this craft is much better than what you used to make."

"Right, right!" Lin Xiaowan said triumphantly. "I've decided, from now on, my Sword Dao shall be called 'Barbecue Sword Dao'!"

Wang Yang shook his head. Although he complained verbally, he was satisfied in his heart seeing the precise control of Spiritual Qi Lin Xiaowan displayed while manipulating the lightning.

This girl, while appearing to be playing, had actually reached a new level in her control over Spiritual Qi.

"You've finished practicing your Sword Intent, let Revered Master replenish your Spiritual Qi!" Saying this, he picked up Xiao Wan and walked toward the spirit spring.

Night fell, Tingyu Pavilion.

The moonlight was like water, spilling into the courtyard.

Su Qingge put on the rainbow feather robe.

This top-grade defensive Spiritual Artifact was like a thin veil of moonlight, enveloping her graceful figure.

"Husband, after studying the Nine Heavens Phoenix Cry Score these past few days, Qingge has gained a new understanding of a dance and would like to ask Husband to appreciate it."

Su Qingge stepped barefoot on the jade floor, the silver bells on her ankles emitting a crisp sound.

As she lightly raised her slender hands, the rainbow feather robe shimmered with flowing colors, as if countless spirit butterflies were dancing around her.

Her figure swayed, and a breathtaking charm permeated her cold, aloof temperament. Every glance back seemed capable of stealing one's soul.

The dance ended.

Su Qingge panted slightly, covered in fragrant sweat, her cheeks flushed with a moving rosy hue.

She walked to Wang Yang, slowly knelt down, and in her watery eyes, Wang Yang's reflection appeared. Her voice was soft and sweet, as if it could drip water:

"Husband... dancing this has made me a bit hot..."

Wang Yang looked at the stunning scenery before him, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

He reached out and gently stroked the cold, silky texture of the rainbow feather robe, then his fingertips brushed across her burning skin.

"Since you're hot, let Husband help you... cool down."

Wang Yang picked her up by the waist and walked into the room.

The curtains fell, obscuring the spring scenery filling the room.

That night, the zither and flute played in harmony.

Afterward.

Su Qingge leaned lazily in Wang Yang's arms, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles on his chest, her eyes unfocused:

"Husband... this Supreme Yin-Yang Creation Scripture is truly profound... Just a moment ago, I felt the speed of my Spiritual Qi circulation increase by more than double..."

"That is only natural."

Wang Yang stroked her waterfall-like hair, feeling the vigorous vitality within the person in his arms. "As long as you practice diligently, let alone Foundation Establishment Perfection, even Core Formation is only a matter of time."

Morning, main bedroom.

Compared to Su Qingge's grace, the style of the main wife, Ye Qingcheng, was more direct and passionate.

They had just finished an in-depth discussion regarding the Supreme Yin-Yang Creation Scripture.

Ye Qingcheng's hair was messy, and her pretty face, which was usually brimming with domineering aura, was now filled with satisfaction and laziness.

She was like a well-fed kitten, curled up in the quilt, revealing only a section of her snow-white shoulder.

The air was filled with a sweet scent.

"Husband..." Ye Qingcheng's voice was somewhat hoarse, carrying a hint of post-coital cuteness. "The liuxi sword you gave me is indeed suitable for me. The softness of water, the sharpness of the sword, Yin and Yang complementing each other... I feel like I'm about to touch that membrane."

"Which membrane?" Wang Yang asked with a wicked grin.

Ye Qingcheng rolled her eyes at him with infinite charm and pinched the soft flesh on his waist:

"Be serious! I'm talking about the membrane for Core Formation! The False Core Realm!"

"Alright, alright, False Core."

Wang Yang caught her hand and kissed it. "Since Madam is working so hard, Husband cannot fall behind. It seems I'll have to put in more effort tonight."

"You bull..." Ye Qingcheng chided him, but her body honestly snuggled into Wang Yang's arms. "Sleep a little longer... my waist is sore..."

Just as the Hehuan Sect was filled with beauty and peaceful days, the Liuyun Sect, a hundred miles away, was shrouded in gloom.

Liuyun Sect, secret chamber.

"Still no news?!"

At this moment, Zhao Liuyun had lost all the dignity of a Sect Master. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow.

Below, a trusted Disciple knelt on the ground, trembling:

"Rep... Reporting to Sect Master. We still cannot contact the True Disciple Xiao Chenyi."

"Also... also, our scouts on the outskirts of Qingshi Town reported that a few days ago, they saw a Ziyang Sect flying boat enter that area, and then... it never came out again."

Clatter!

The teacup in Zhao Liuyun's hand shattered into pieces.

"It's over... it's all over..." Zhao Liuyun collapsed into his chair, his face pale as paper.

"That was a Half-Step Core Formation! That was the Ziyang Sect Grand Elder's own grandson!"

"Without even making a splash, he's just gone like that?"

"What kind of monster is hidden in that Hehuan Sect? Could a Devil Head of the Nascent Soul Stage have really awakened?"

Fear gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake.

He originally thought he could borrow a knife to kill someone and eliminate a major threat, or at least test the opponent's background if he couldn't kill them.

As it turned out, the knife broke!

If the Ziyang Sect blamed him and charged him with "inaccurate intelligence, causing the death of a True Disciple," the Liuyun Sect would be exterminated all the same!

"No! I cannot sit and wait for death!"

Zhao Liuyun stood up abruptly, a flash of madness in his eyes.

Since he was already on the pirate ship, he could only go all the way to the end!

He took out a message Jade Slip again.

"I'll risk it!"

"I'll say that the Devil sect is extremely cruel; not only did they kill Xiao Chenyi, but they also threatened to trample the Ziyang Sect!"

"I must blow this up! The bigger, the better!"

"Only if the true higher-ups of the Ziyang Sect take action will that Devil sect be finished! And only then can I survive!"

Ziyang Sect, Soul Hall.

This is where the life-soul lamps of all the Ziyang Sect's Core Disciples are enshrined.

Suddenly. A soul lamp on the second row extinguished without warning.

The Elder in charge of guarding it opened his eyes abruptly and let out a roar that shook the entire mountain gate:

"Who is it!!"

"How dare you kill a True Disciple of my Ziyang Sect!!!"

Ziyang Sect, Discussion Hall.

Several terrifying auras descended.

The leading old man had white hair and beard, wore a purple-gold Daoist robe, and was surrounded by tangible flame Spiritual Qi.

A great Cultivator of the Golden Core Late Stage — Ziyang Sect Grand Elder, Xiao Changfeng!

At this moment, looking at the soul lamp that had just extinguished in his hand and Zhao Liuyun's message, he was like a volcano about to erupt.

"Good! A very good Hehuan Sect!"

"How dare you kill my only grandson!"

"Regardless of whether you are truly the remnants from eight hundred years ago!"

"I will grind your bones into dust! Extract your souls and refine your spirits!!"

Xiao Changfeng slammed the table, and the long table made of ten-thousand-year black iron instantly turned into molten iron.

"Pass on my decree!"

"Assemble thirty Foundation Establishment Law Enforcement Guards from the Punishment Hall!"

"I will lead the team myself!"

Hehuan Sect.

While in the Xianshi Pavilion, researching the profound academic question of "If Xiao Wan accidentally gets pregnant, what should the child call Wang Yang" with his three wives, he suddenly felt his eyelid twitch.

He glanced at the System panel. 16000 points remaining.

"Hmm... I have a feeling someone wants to harm me."