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Chapter 201, Section 216: The Princess Was Forced to Be Given Away! The Fairy's Determination!
"Me? Lianrou."

Lian Rou's voice came from outside the door.

"Princess Lianrou?"

Li Xiuning felt a wave of frustration. She tried her best to calm herself, sat up, and asked in a low voice:
"Has the princess not rested yet?"

"I can't sleep. Princess Xiuning, are you having trouble sleeping too?"

Li Xiuning stubbornly insisted:
"I was almost asleep."

"Are you upset that I woke you up? Hehe..."

As they were talking, the door, which had been bolted, opened slightly with a soft click.

"..."

Li Xiuning was speechless for a moment.

Lianrou, you are the daughter of the Imperial Preceptor, the adopted daughter of the Western Turkic Khan, and have the title of princess. Where did you learn this trick of sneaking in and picking locks?

Just as she was secretly complaining, Lian Rou strode in, passed through the bedroom's front hall, lifted the beaded curtain of the moon gate, went around the screen, and came to Li Xiuning's bedside.

As soon as she reached the bedside, she twitched her delicate nose slightly, as if she had caught a strange scent, and immediately gave Li Xiuning a subtle and ambiguous smile.

Li Xiuning was extremely embarrassed, her cheeks burning, but she still tried to remain calm and asked:

"What is Princess Lianrou up to so late at night?"

Lian Rou smiled and sat down on the edge of the couch, saying meaningfully:
"Princess Xiuning smells so good."

"..."

Li Xiuning felt increasingly embarrassed, her cheeks burning as if she had a fever. Without even looking in a mirror, she knew her face was probably as red as if she were drunk.

"Princess Xiuning, there's no need to be shy. Actually, I was just like you, tossing and turning and unable to sleep. So I did some handicrafts to relieve my boredom."

The Persian wild girl was as unrestrained as ever, daring to say anything.

But that's nothing; there's something even wilder.

She looked intently at Li Xiuning and whispered:
"Princess Xiuning, how about we launch a night raid on Lu Chen?"

"what?"

Li Xiuning froze, staring at Lian Rou in disbelief:

"You don't want your life?"

"Princess Xiuning, have you misunderstood? The night raid I mentioned wasn't to assassinate him, but rather..."

Lian Rou smiled mysteriously and took out a crimson pellet:
"Use this to launch a night raid on him!"

Li Xiuning was speechless, because this pellet was the secret medicine that Lian Rou had found on Lie Xia's body.

"Princess Lianrou, are you sure you want to use this to launch a night raid on Brother Lu?"

Li Xiuning's expression was subtle; this secret medicine seemed to only be effective on women.

Lianrou, are you sure you're using this thing to deal with Lu Chen?
"Princess Xiuning, I only have one question for you."

Lian Rou stared intently at Li Xiuning:
Are you going or not?

"I...you, why don't you go by yourself?"

"I'm just scared. Brother Lu is so strong, I'm afraid I can't handle him. Princess Xiuning is a heroine who once led tens of thousands of troops to conquer cities and territories, so I came to you to accompany me and give me courage."

"But……"

Princess Xiuning.

Lian Rou spoke in a serious tone, changing her approach to persuasion:

"I recognized the martial arts of the masked man that Young Master Lu let go today. I only watched him spar with Young Master Lu that day, but I was able to recognize his martial arts today. Does Young Master Lu not recognize him himself?"

"Although Young Master Lu is magnanimous and did not hold it against me, this matter is still a potential problem. Princess Xiuning, don't you want to eliminate this problem completely?"

……

Nine Dragons Palace, beside the hot spring pool.

Lu Chen sat cross-legged on the couch, refining the remaining tribulation energy.

Dugu Feng, covered with a thin blanket, revealing her snow-white shoulders and a delicate foot, was curled up beside him, fast asleep.

The sword body has already mastered the training of tendons and bones, and now it has begun the fourth stage of training: "training internal organs".

From this stage onward, the difficulty of sword body training has increased to a new level.

After all, human internal organs are very fragile. Even someone as strong as Lu Chen would need to rest for at least a whole night to recover if a sharp weapon or powerful force were to penetrate his body cavity and injure his internal organs. If his heart were pierced, the consequences would be even more serious, and he would be unable to move for at least several days.

With such fragile internal organs, even the slightest mistake in tempering can easily backfire and injure oneself. Internal organ pain is the least of one's worries; in severe cases, one might even cough up blood and spend an hour or two healing, seriously delaying cultivation time. Therefore, one must be extremely cautious.

The internal organs must be processed one by one.

Lu Chen chose to temper the heart first, which was naturally the engine and power furnace.

The energy obtained from refining the remaining tribulation energy of the day was divided into three parts: one part was used to enhance true qi, one part was used to strengthen the heart sword, and the last part, under the control of powerful mental cultivation, was used to temper the heart little by little with a microscopic operation comparable to carving on the tip of a needle.

While cultivating.

Lu Chen suddenly sensed something, and his eyes snapped open as he looked behind a curtain by the pool.

Bang!Bang!
Two soft popping sounds rang out.

A few wisps of pink mist escaped from the gap in the curtain. Judging from the situation, the pink mist behind the curtain should be even more abundant and denser.

"You audacious assassin, where do you think you're going!"

Lianrou's delicate shout came, and the curtains suddenly billowed as if being swept by a strong wind.

At the same time, the sounds of clothes tearing through the air, bursts of energy, and clashing weapons could be heard continuously.

Lu Chen looked strangely at the direction of the curtain.

The curtains were layered upon layered, making them impossible to see through with the naked eye.

However, Lu Chen's spiritual sense clearly reflected the situation behind the curtain.

There were no assassins at all, just Lian Rou and Li Xiuning fighting there.

Of course, they played quite hard.

Swords clashed, energy clashed, and figures shifted; it seemed some real skill was being used.

The fighting didn't last long, only a few dozen breaths, before it stopped, and Lian Rou's voice rang out again:
"Good thing you escaped quickly! Oh no, we've been poisoned!"

"..."

Hearing Lian Rou's half-hearted "exclamation," Lu Chen pursed his lips tightly, barely managing to suppress his smile.

Then the curtain was lifted, and Lian Rou stumbled out, followed by Li Xiuning, whose steps were a little stiff and whose head was down, looking ashamed to be seen.

It seems that Princess Xiuning's martial arts skills are far inferior to Lianrou's.

"Brother Lu!"

Lian Rou stumbled to the bedside, knelt down, hugged Lu Chen's legs, looked up at him with her flushed face and hazy eyes, and said in a trembling voice:
"Brother Lu, Princess Xiuning and I tracked the assassins here. Although we managed to drive them away, we were unexpectedly poisoned... Brother Lu, please save us..."

"..."

Seeing Lian Rou's exaggerated acting full of flaws, Lu Chen's lips twitched twice, almost unable to suppress his laughter. "Princess Xiuning, you..."

Lu Chen looked up at Li Xiuning, who still felt ashamed and couldn't be as flamboyant as Lian Rou.

But when he looked up, he was startled.

Lu Chen had assumed that Li Xiuning would be tactful, reserved, and ashamed, unlike Lian Rou, but to his surprise, Li Xiuning had even opened her front, revealing a light red bodice embroidered with gold carp.

"Brother Lu."

Li Xiuning raised her head and looked at Lu Chen, her eyes so alluring they seemed to drip with water. Her hands were constantly moving, her clothes slipping off one by one, her pretty face as red as if it were on fire, and even her neck was flushed.

"what's the situation?"

This reaction is not right.

What about that pink mist from before?
Are these two princesses really that determined?

He actually poisoned himself?
Looking down at Lian Rou again, this Persian girl was even wilder. Impatient with unbuttoning her clothes, she simply ripped off her top with a tearing sound, revealing a snow-like mound of skin that rivaled Dugu Feng's.

Looking up at Li Xiuning again, her clothes were all piled up at her feet, and she was completely naked. Her exquisite and delicate body was fully visible to Lu Chen.

Her round, plump yet firm, snow-white thighs were glistening, moist, and dripping with honey.

The secret medicine of the Great Ming Sect is truly domineering.

Li Xiuning was still somewhat conscious at this point.

But this did not stop her from heading towards Lu Chen.

Deep down, she couldn't say whether it was Lian Rou's advice that worked, or whether Lian Rou's advice just gave her an excuse to indulge herself.

In short, she and Lianrou stayed in that pink mist for several dozen breaths.

Instead of holding his breath and concentrating to resist the poisonous fog, he was fighting inside, deliberately accelerating the onset of the poison.

In Lian Rou's words, if the onset of the poisoning were too slow, Lu Chen might have time to find another antidote.

At this moment, Li Xiuning's remaining rationality made her feel both ashamed and exhilarated by a sense of self-indulgence and a desire to go all the way.

"Brother Lu, I'm sorry..."

She slowly walked to the edge of the bed, took Lu Chen's hand, and without hesitation, pressed his palm onto her delicate, snow-covered breasts.

Lian Rou then took Lu Chen's other hand in her hands and kissed his fingers.

Because of the great success of her bone and muscle training, her combat power surged, and Dugu Feng could not keep up. Lu Chen was not actually satisfied tonight.

Just now, while he was refining the calamity energy, traces of red still remained in Lu Chen's eyes.

Most importantly, the two princesses were not poisoned by accident.

Instead, they orchestrated the whole thing themselves, added their own twists, and delivered it right to his lips.

How could one not eat it?

However, Xiao Feng'er is still sleeping beside me.

Lu Chen turned his head to look at Dugu Feng.

But then they saw that Xiao Feng'er had already opened her eyes and was looking at Li Xiuning and Lian Rou with a confused expression.

Dugu Feng was, after all, a martial artist, and a highly skilled young master at that.

The commotion caused by Li Xiuning and Lian Rou had woken Dugu Feng, who was exhausted. However, she was still a little confused when she opened her eyes and couldn't figure out what was going on.

Once she regained some clarity and understood the situation, Dugu Feng opened her eyes slightly, her confusion turning into surprise. She looked at Lian Rou, then at Li Xiuning. Dugu Feng, who was increasingly distressed by her growing isolation, decisively turned over, making room for her.

She had originally wanted to see the Tang princess's performance firsthand and assess how much pressure she could help alleviate, but she was too exhausted. After making room for her, she yawned, gently touched Lu Chen's waist, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

Lu Chen smiled, then wrapped his arms around Li Xiuning and Lian Rou and pulled them onto the couch.

The lounge chairs by the hot spring pool are very spacious.

This is an imperial couch prepared for the emperor; it can comfortably accommodate five or six people, with ample space for Lu Chen to roam freely.

……

The soft moonlight, like white frost, shone on the glazed tiles of Feishuang Palace.

Shi Feixuan sat atop the Feishuang Palace, bathed in moonlight, gazing up at the night sky.

Today is the most complicated day of her life.

The Demonic Sect, a formidable enemy of the Jingzhai Sect, suffered heavy losses under Lu Chen's terrifying, godlike slaughter. Four of the Demonic Sect's eight top experts perished, the Evil Extreme Sect was nearly wiped out, and the Yin Gui Sect also lost two elders.

Once this matter spreads, Chang'an will be peaceful for a long time, and no evil spirits or heretics should dare to cause trouble in Chang'an.

Ordinary martial arts practitioners would probably behave themselves and dare not cause trouble easily once they arrived in Chang'an.

Lu Chen's current strength is no longer just enough to intimidate all the feudal lords in the world.

Even the martial arts world was completely intimidated by him.

Shi Feixuan herself also broke her vow of not killing, taking nearly twenty more lives with her sword.

But at this moment, her heart was at peace, without any fear or confusion.

"If I don't go to hell, who will? Wielding a sword in the mortal world, eliminating demons and protecting the righteous, it's impossible to remain untainted. Clinging to precepts, not wanting to get a drop of blood on yourself, and expecting others to remove demons is not only hypocritical but also a form of obsession."

She pressed her hand to her heart, feeling the profound sword intent deep within her Sword Heart Dao Embryo, a "lightning" that illuminated her Sword Heart Dao Embryo with clarity. Before her eyes floated the image of Lu Chen, who seemed never to be confused, always forging ahead, crushing all obstacles, and slaying all enemies.

"Whether one is in the world or out of it, whether one upholds or breaks the precepts, all of these are forms of cultivation... Today one may kill, and in the future one may also kill. With the sword, one can cut through demonic obstacles, uphold righteousness and ward off evil, and protect all living beings. This is the path I should take in the future."

Her tone was not agitated, but her will was incredibly firm.

When you make this decision.

Deep within her mind, the Sword Heart Dao Embryo suddenly trembled, and a mysterious feeling surged into her heart, making her feel that her whole being had become clear inside and out. Whether in mind or body, everything was transparent and pure, without a trace of dust.

This night.

At the top of Feishuang Palace, Shi Feixuan attained the state of "Sword Heart Clarity".

"what?"

Wanwan, who was meditating in a pavilion and trying to integrate the essence of "Purple Qi Heavenly Net" into the Heavenly Demon Great Art, sensed the changes in Shi Feixuan's aura.

She leaped to the top of the pavilion, looked at Shi Feixuan sitting atop the Flying Frost Palace, and sensed her increasingly clear and lofty aura. Her face showed a look of astonishment:
"This aura... could it be... Sword Heart Clarity? What's going on with Shi Feixuan? How did she suddenly break through like this?"

Although she had long known that Shi Feixuan's realm was higher than her master Fan Qinghui's, and that she was said to be infinitely close to the Sword Heart Clarity, Wanwan originally thought that Shi Feixuan would be stuck at the final bottleneck for a long time.

Unexpectedly, tonight she broke through to a higher level without anyone noticing!
Shi Feixuan thus reached the level of "Grandmaster"!
Although she only has the realm and lacks the power, she is still not as good as a grandmaster in actual combat, and even not as good as Zhu Yuyan. But she is at least a step stronger than Wanwan, who has not yet reached the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Demon Art!

Now, the pressure is on Wanwan.

"Buddhist practice is too unreasonable; it's all about sudden enlightenment..."

Wanwan pouted, looking sullen for a moment, but quickly smiled again:

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I've found the right path, and it's only a matter of time before I break through. Shi Feixuan's breakthrough today is probably inseparable from the support of the sword spirit mark. If that's the case, she will eventually be trampled under my feet."

With this thought in mind, Wan Yaonu became spirited again, as if victory was already in her grasp.

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