72: Chapter 72 Nirvana Sutra

"Fairy An is here!"

Someone shouted, and the previously noisy Miaoyu Nunnery instantly fell silent; An Miaoyi's beauty left ordinary people with no room for further conversation.

An Miaoyi moved with light lotus steps, swaying like a celestial flower, her immortal posture and jade-like features resembling a Fairy from the Guanghan Palace.

Although she came from the world of red dust, she possessed no trace of that vulgarity; she was holy, elegant, and noble, her divine grace restrained, her eyes brimming with Spiritual Qi. A moon-white dress swayed with the night breeze, outlining her exquisite and curvaceous divine body perfectly.

"I am An Miaoyi. Tonight, I shall emerge into the world as the successor of the Miaoyu Nunnery. At the same time, I declare to the world that the person I have chosen is none other than Young Master Chu Qingqiu!"

An Miaoyi parted her lips slightly, her voice like the chiming of wind bells, crisp and melodious.

As soon as An Miaoyi spoke these words, the crowd erupted into an uproar, exploding with noise. Countless young men who longed for An Miaoyi were heartbroken. Not only was An Miaoyi's beauty nearly perfect, but she also possessed the Dual Cultivation secret technique from the Miaoyu Nunnery's Legacy; being able to engage in Dual Cultivation with her would be of great benefit to one's cultivation.

Furthermore, anyone chosen by the successor of the Miaoyu Nunnery would eventually become a renowned and supreme Saint Lord.

Countless wolf-like howls rose and fell, but An Miaoyi paid them little heed, continuing, "Tonight will be the last time I play the zither in a public setting. I hope everyone can enjoy themselves to the fullest."

"Ding, dong, ding, dong."

An Miaoyi's attainments in the Dao of zither music were not the least bit inferior to Hua Yunfei's. The zither notes were at times crisp and pleasant, at others melodic and winding, allowing people to immerse themselves in the various atmospheres she created, feeling as if they were experiencing it themselves.

When the zither song ended, the others dispersed, leaving only Chu Qingqiu in the nunnery. An Miaoyi's beautiful eyes shimmered, a blush rising to her pretty face as she chuckled, "How did you find it, Young Master Chu?"

Under that divine moon, Chu Qingqiu found it hard to distinguish whether An Miaoyi was referring to the scenery, the person, or the music. However, it made no difference to him; he replied indifferently, "It was naturally excellent."

An Miaoyi led Chu Qingqiu into a magnificent, cloud-shrouded palace, where they sat facing each other.

Under the glow of the crystal lamp, the moon pearl at the center of An Miaoyi's brow shone with a strange brilliance. Her jade-like body glistened, her thick, dark eyelashes appeared even longer, and her ivory-like skin was without a single flaw, her exquisite features resembling the greatest masterpiece of the God of Craftsmanship.

"In truth, I have been observing you for quite some time, Young Master Chu."

Chu Qingqiu smiled and retorted, "It seems my charm is quite significant then."

An Miaoyi picked up the jade wine pot on the table and poured two cups, one for Chu Qingqiu and one for herself. As her red lips touched the wine, her flower-like face appeared even more enchanting.

"Young Master Chu should understand the traditions of the Miaoyu Nunnery." An Miaoyi's expression held a hint of despondency.

Chu Qingqiu nodded. The Miaoyu Nunnery was originally a branch of Western Desert Buddhism, and after traveling east to the Eastern Wasteland, it obtained a portion of the Daoist Legacy. The highest Legacy within the nunnery was a Dual Cultivation secret technique, which is why every Abbess had to find someone of peerless talent to engage in Dual Cultivation with.

"Although I come from the world of red dust, I am unwilling to be reduced to it. Young Master Chu, you are a hero of your generation, and countless proud daughters of heaven have fallen for you. I will not covet your heart; I only hope that in the future, you can become my Dao Protector."

Chu Qingqiu looked at An Miaoyi with pity. Though she had the ambition of a Great Emperor, she lacked the aptitude of one. If there were no surprises, she would die when attempting to break through the Saint Realm, and a million years later, she would bloom as a similar flower. But would that flower truly be her?

"I can agree to that." Chu Qingqiu was very decisive.

"Even if it means becoming an enemy to the world?" An Miaoyi asked.

"I have never feared becoming an enemy to the world; if anything, that would be more interesting." Chu Qingqiu laughed.

"You are indeed not an ordinary person." An Miaoyi's expression was unreadable, her autumn-water-like eyes brimming with Spiritual Qi.

Chu Qingqiu took the Undying Immortal Flower out from his System inventory. The immortal flower filled the room with fragrance, emitting a seven-colored divine light, looking incredibly miraculous.

"This is the Undying Immortal Flower!?" An Miaoyi lightly covered her red lips with her jade hand, quite surprised.

The Undying Immortal Flower had the effect of keeping one forever young and ensuring one's beauty would never fade; it was exceptionally attractive to women.

"I want to make a trade with you using this." Chu Qingqiu said calmly.

"What do you want?" An Miaoyi's gaze remained fixed on the Undying Immortal Flower.

"The 'Nirvana Sutra'!"

Chu Qingqiu leaned forward, resting on the table, his sharp eyes staring straight at An Miaoyi.

An Miaoyi smiled radiantly, "I have already staked everything on you; what is mine is yours, so why bother with a trade? If you want the 'Nirvana Sutra', I will give it to you."

Chu Qingqiu's left eye flashed with a strange brilliance; it was the Immortal Spirit Eyes. He seemed to want to see through An Miaoyi's true heart, but her expression was calm and indifferent, and the Immortal Spirit Eyes could not detect a single trace of hypocrisy.

"Thank you." Chu Qingqiu had told countless lies in his life, but he could be certain that this sentence was sincere.

"Because the nameless is extinguished, the mind has no arising; because there is no arising, the Realm is extinguished accordingly; because all Destiny is extinguished, the marks of the mind are all exhausted, which is called attaining Nirvana..."

The 'Nirvana Sutra' was a peerless heavenly technique of the Western Desert, in no way inferior to the ancient scriptures of the Eastern Wasteland. The Miaoyu Nunnery had only obtained one chapter of it, but it was still incredibly profound.

"The 'Nirvana Sutra', the Heavenly Roc Rebirth Art, the Phoenix Tribulation Regeneration Art, the Profound Truth of the Phoenix Blood Red Gold, the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm—if I can comprehend all of these and master them thoroughly, I will surely be able to create a world-shaking divine technique capable of living a second life!" Even the usually composed Chu Qingqiu felt his emotions stir after obtaining the 'Nirvana Sutra'.

Chu Qingqiu handed the Undying Immortal Flower to An Miaoyi; it wasn't a trade, he just wanted to thank her.

"Young Master Chu..." An Miaoyi had consumed cup after cup of immortal wine, and a rosy flush had already risen to her cheeks. Her snow-white skin glowed with a pink luster, her jade-like flesh soft and tender, and her celestial body emitted a strange fragrance mixed with the scent of wine, tugging at the heartstrings.

Chu Qingqiu was not a man who did not understand romance. He swept An Miaoyi up into his arms, and layers of white gauze slipped from that flawless jade body. Under the light of the crystal lamp, An Miaoyi lay like a jade figure within the red gauze curtains, her cherry-pink skin radiating a fatal temptation.

There was likely no scenery in the world more beautiful than this, and even Chu Qingqiu instantly felt his throat go a bit dry.

An Miaoyi was half-conscious, her delicate nose emitting a soft hum, and from her mouth came a voice that was seductive yet not lewd: "Come."

Chu Qingqiu stirred his Divine Power, and the crystal lamp instantly extinguished. However, the room was not dark; moonlight spilled in through the window, allowing Chu Qingqiu to see every inch of An Miaoyi's skin. Her icy muscles and jade bones, snow-white and smooth—every part of her was beautiful to the extreme.

Two bodies entangled under the moonlit night, two fiery Souls collided within the red gauze curtains. The woman's melodious moans and the man's low roars were endless, rising and falling like rolling mountain ranges.

"You should leave." The next day, An Miaoyi, waking up on the white jade bed, opened her beautiful eyes and saw Chu Qingqiu watching her from the side.

Chu Qingqiu smiled slightly, "No, it is time to start the second round!"