162: Chapter 162 Report to the martial arts school tomorrow, and I'll accept you as my disciple!

The so-called mission she was executing right now was actually a path to survival she had found for herself.

If she had to exchange herself for freedom, Jing Ni would not hesitate.

Having grown up in the Net of Heaven since she was young, she had long since become indifferent to such things.

After the small disturbance subsided, Yan Shisan indeed sheathed his sword and became the gatekeeper in front of the Martial Arts Hall.

Seeing this, Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng were both filled with emotion.

Based solely on that previous sword strike, Yan Shisan's strength had likely already touched the threshold of the Shenyou Realm.

Although he had not truly stepped into it, having the cultivation of the Half-Step Divine Roaming Realm and yet being reduced to a doorman was truly a pity.

The night grew deeper—inside Su Rui's room, he held a beauty in his arms.

Zhu Yuyan was lightly perspiring, strands of hair clinging to her cheeks, her breathing rapid.

"I want to have a child for you."

She suddenly lifted her face from his embrace, her gaze lowered.

"It's difficult," Su Rui replied in a low voice. "My Physique has long been different from ordinary people, and leaving behind a Bloodline is extremely difficult."

"Then you... are you really an Immortal?"

"I am just a cultivator."

Su Rui knew clearly that he no longer belonged to the ranks of martial artists.

What he cultivated was the true Dao of the Immortals; with a single thought, he transcended, becoming completely different from all living beings in the mortal world.

"However, if we try a few more times, there will eventually be a chance."

He suddenly whispered in her ear.

Zhu Yuyan trembled all over, her cheeks immediately burying into his chest.

She was naturally willing.

In another room nearby, Empress Wu tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

"Outrageous! Has he forgotten that I am still here?"

Her face flushed, feeling both shy and angry.

Although Su Rui had set up a barrier to conceal the noise, Empress Wu possessed profound Internal Energy and could still hear everything clearly.

"Pah, how many times has this been already!"

She sat up abruptly and called for a maid to bring ice water to apply to her forehead, hoping to suppress the heat in her heart.

Just at this moment, her expression suddenly froze, becoming subtle.

At the same time, Su Rui and Zhu Yuyan also changed their expressions.

A black shadow used Internal Energy to shake open the window and leaped into the room.

The two people in the room froze instantly.

They looked at each other, and the previous romantic mood vanished instantly.

Jing Ni landed lightly and closed the window behind her.

This was the result of her mapping out the route over the past ten days—since she could not enter the Martial Arts Hall openly, she had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure and deliver herself to his doorstep.

She did not harbor any delusions that she could deceive the experts in the Martial Arts Hall.

But she also counted on the fact that the other party would not take her life on the spot.

After all, the precedents of Yue Qing and Luo Xian were right there.

As long as she could stay here, the means were irrelevant.

Darkness posed no obstacle to her.

As she turned around, she caught sight of Su Rui sitting on the edge of the bed, draped in a robe.

Just as she was about to speak, her gaze shifted, and she froze completely.

Wrapped in the quilt was a person, revealing only a flushed face—it was none other than Zhu Yuyan.

"..." Jing Ni stood stunned, her mind completely blank.

Su Rui looked at the woman in tight scale armor before him and recognized her identity at a glance. Jing Ni?

"Um... did I... come at a bad time?" After a long silence, she finally spoke with difficulty.

"What do you think? A Heaven-rank assassin from the Net of Heaven, Jing Ni."

Su Rui smiled faintly and gestured with his hand. The sword at her waist instantly unsheathed itself and fell into his palm.

He drew half the blade, examined it for a moment, and then set it aside.

Having her identity revealed in a single sentence, Jing Ni's pupils shrank slightly.

Su Rui narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a thought, he peered into the depths of her consciousness—this was the wonder of the Divine Power of Empty Knowledge.

After seeing her true purpose, Su Rui's expression became rather strange.

At first, he thought it was the Net of Heaven being reckless, daring to make a move against him.

Unexpectedly, it was Jing Ni using the name of carrying out a mission, but actually wanting to use his power to break free from the organization's shackles.

"Are you from the Great Qin Assassination and Intelligence Agency?"

Zhu Yuyan suddenly spoke, propping up half her body, her snowy shoulders slightly exposed, her tone lazy yet clear.

Jing Ni was momentarily speechless, caught in a dilemma.

A matter she had finally made up her mind about had been preempted by someone else.

Su Rui suddenly turned and whispered a few words into Zhu Yuyan's ear.

Zhu Yuyan's expression froze, and her eyes immediately became complex.

Her gaze fell on Jing Ni, sizing her up, and she frowned slightly.

Su Rui raised his hand in a beckoning motion, and Jing Ni, who had been standing quietly waiting for the judgment of fate, was drawn toward him as if pulled by a force, floating before him.

He stood up and lightly lifted her chin with his fingertips.

He examined this peerlessly beautiful face closely, only to find her eyes darting away, seemingly uneasy.

After releasing her, Su Rui spoke calmly: "Report to the Martial Arts Hall tomorrow, and I will take you as my Disciple."

As soon as his words fell, Jing Ni's body trembled violently, her eyes full of astonishment.

She had originally thought she would be dealt with by him tonight, but she hadn't expected such an outcome.

"Yes." She replied in a low voice.

Before leaving, she couldn't help but look back at the gloomy-faced Zhu Yuyan, then lowered her head and walked toward the window.

Just as she was about to climb out the window to leave, a cold light broke through the air—the Jing Ni sword had returned to her hand.

She clutched the sword to her chest, took one last look at Su Rui, leaped out, and gently closed the window sash.

Inside the room, the corners of Su Rui's mouth curled up slightly.

"I thought you were really going to take her into the room; I didn't expect you to become Master and Disciple instead."

Zhu Yuyan's voice was coquettish, carrying a hint of probing.

Su Rui threw off the brocade quilt and laughed lazily.

"What, are you interested too? Why don't you come and apprentice tomorrow too?"

Zhu Yuyan chuckled: "Sure, your Foundation is quite good."

"Then stop talking nonsense, let's continue." Su Rui's tone shifted, reigniting the ambiguity.

In a room not far away, Empress Wu was soaking in a bathtub, and upon sensing the Jing Ni Clone leaving, her expression changed slightly.

Immediately after, the movements coming from next door made her willow eyebrows knit together, and she couldn't help but spit out a curse.

The next morning, Zhu Yuyan was radiant, looking full of spirit.

But as soon as she appeared, she was stared at by Empress Wu, making her feel completely uncomfortable.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She leaned in and whispered.

"Why do you think I'm looking at you like that?" Empress Wu's tone turned a bit colder. "Don't you have any idea yourself?"

Zhu Yuyan was stunned, then realized, a flash of embarrassment crossing her face: "You... heard everything?"

"Heard? The noise you two made..." Empress Wu gritted her teeth, a few words stuck in her throat, but she didn't finish the sentence.

"Can you keep it down? Making noise all night, do others not need to sleep?" She finally couldn't help but scold.

Seeing her flustered appearance, the bit of shyness in Zhu Yuyan's heart vanished.

She had truly never seen Empress Wu like this before.

"Yo, weren't you quite bold before? How many times has it been? Don't you usually hide from people when you do things? If you don't dare, you can just go back to the Great Zhou Dynasty; no one is stopping you." She retorted, her tone actually revealing a sense of triumph.

Empress Wu's eyes sharpened: "Do you not have a shred of shame?"

"When love reaches its peak, heaven and earth rejoice together; what is wrong with that?" Zhu Yuyan laughed with her head held high.

"Then I'll go tell Li Hanyi right now!" Empress Wu stood up abruptly.

Before the words were finished, her wrist was tightly grasped—Zhu Yuyan panicked and hurriedly held her back.

"I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!" She admitted her mistake cleanly and decisively.

Although with Li Hanyi's intelligence, she might not be unaware of the affair between her and Su Rui, but after all, that person was once Su Rui's fiancée.

If this matter were brought out into the open, it would ultimately be embarrassing.

Staying in Su Rui's room at night was an unspoken secret; once exposed, it would be difficult to face each other calmly.

Living under the same roof, wouldn't that be extremely awkward?

Empress Wu curled her lips into a smile: "Fine, I punish you not to step into his room for half a month."

These words came right into her ear, and Zhu Yuyan's face instantly fell.

Is it any of your business? What does this have to do with you!

She was the one planning to continue his Bloodline!

Just as the two were competing in secret, the front door of the Martial Arts Hall had just opened, and there was already someone standing outside.

The maid who opened the door was startled.

Yan Shisan was holding his sword, leaning against a stone lion, his expression indifferent, as if he had been waiting quietly in the wind for a long time.

"I want to join the Martial Arts Hall to learn skills, please inform the Hall Master." Seeing the door open, Jing Ni immediately stepped forward and said.

"Ah? Oh..." The maid was stunned for a moment, sized her up for a moment, then hurriedly nodded and ran inside to report.

Not long after, Jing Ni was led into the main hall.

The moment she saw Su Rui, the scene she had witnessed last night involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

She caught a glimpse of the dressed-up Zhu Yuyan not far away, immediately lowered her head, and walked lightly to Su Rui's front.

Her gaze swept over his hands, and the image of him lifting her chin that night surfaced once again in her memory.

Su Rui coughed lightly, breaking the silence.

Jing Ni immediately knelt on one knee, her voice clear and firm: "Jing Ni, greets Master!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the few women around were all stunned.

What is going on? There was no test, not a single word of evaluation, and he just took her as a Disciple directly?

This is simply forcing someone! How could the teacher agree to such a thing?

"Get up. From today on, you are a Disciple of my Martial Arts Hall. All past matters are hereby wiped clean."

"..." What? You actually took her in?

Mu Liangyue and the Su Sisters were all stunned in place.

They looked Jing Ni up and down—her appearance was beautiful, her figure graceful, and they couldn't help but mutter in their hearts: Why is Master's standard for taking Disciples becoming more and more casual?

Everyone who comes is a stunning beauty.

Except for that little one, Xu Longxiang, only Li Changsheng and that person named Wu Ming were barely acceptable, and they didn't even live in the Martial Arts Hall often.

The three women's hearts stirred, suddenly thinking of something, they looked at each other, their faces slightly hot, and they hurriedly looked away.

[Teaching Jing Ni the Divine Sword Control Technique, triggering a hundredfold return, congratulations to the Host for obtaining the Myriad Miles Sword Control Technique.]

Myriad Miles Sword Control Technique? How is this different from ordinary sword flight?

Just as the System notification fell, Su Rui's expression froze slightly.

After he thoroughly received that Cultivation Technique, his expression suddenly became strange.

The Divine Sword Control Technique originally taught to Jing Ni was a profound mental formula for tempering Sword Intent.

Jing Ni herself had a solid Foundation in the Dao of the Sword, and her strength was considered outstanding.

This method could further stimulate the power of her Sword Intent and belonged to a superior technique that could be used immediately.

But this "Myriad Miles Sword Control Technique" obtained from the return, just by the name, one knew it was extraordinary.

In the cultivation world, it is often said that one can take a head from a thousand miles away, but this technique could control a sword to span ten thousand miles, slaying enemies invisibly from across the distance.

However, for Su Rui at the moment, it was not of much use.

But if any Disciple encountered danger in the future, he could use the Flying Sword to save them from across the vast mountains and rivers.

When Jing Ni was receiving the Legacy, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

She had long heard that every Disciple of the Martial Arts Hall progressed rapidly, but she did not expect it to be such direct infusion of techniques.

No wonder!