Fairy, I am truly a virtuous gentleman!

Xiao Lingjiang was taken away by Ning Yuan in full view of everyone, but the Xiao family did not react at all.

Even Xiao Heng, the eldest son of the Xiao family, who was always active among the disciples of the aristocratic families in Luodu and loved to hold banquets and invite friends, suddenly became quiet.

Currently, although no one is spreading rumors openly, Ning Yuan's reputation in Luodu is not good.

It's unclear whether the Xiao family had completely given up on Xiao Lingjiang, but decided to do her a favor and send her to Ning Yuan to deal with. After all, this would both give Ning Muxian face and save some trouble.

or……

Is there a problem within the Xiao family itself?

In short, none of this has anything to do with Ning Yuan.

For the next few days, the entire manor was peaceful and serene.

When Ning Yuan had nothing to do, he would take his newly acquired maid to the training ground to practice swordsmanship. Then, under the pretext of changing clothes and taking a bath, he would have his head maid prepare top-quality ice silk stockings and crystal jade boots to serve him alone.

Life was so carefree.

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...

Clang!

The sword fell to the ground.

Xiao Lingjiang knelt on the ground, panting, then held her breath and suddenly looked at the boy in front of her.

Ning Yuan looked at his empty hands and the Qingming Sword lying on the ground, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"I lost, congratulations."

Xiao Lingjiang slowly stood up, a glistening bead of sweat dripping from her temple.

Through the water droplets, one could vaguely see the alluring white skin beneath the neckline.

Despite being physically exhausted, her eyes were incredibly bright, and she said softly, "Over five days, we fought a total of 179 matches. You won 128 matches, drew 50, while I only won this one."

Xiao Lingjiang gently stroked the Purple Jade Sword with her jade-like hand, a smile playing on her lips.

This sword was a gift from Ning Yuan to her; she used it to connect with the young man through the sword.

Although the Purple Jade Sword was merely a magical artifact compared to the flowing cloud-patterned fairy dress, the young girl found herself liking it even more.

"I'm still a long way from truly surpassing you."

Xiao Lingjiang held her longsword high, its blade gleaming softly, her black hair fluttering in the wind, and said with a smile, "Again?"

Compared to her previous despondency and resolute state, she has gradually regained some of the mindset she had during her cultivation days under Ning Yuan's guidance and education over the past few days.

He is neither impatient nor arrogant, and his progress is rapid; he is truly exceptionally talented.

It should be understood that the difference between Xiao Lingjiang and Ning Yuan is not only the level of swordsmanship, but also the accumulation of more than a hundred years and the vision of a Dao Lord.

How could an ordinary person possibly overcome this in a mere five days?

The same thought flashed through Ning Yuan's mind more than once.

If this woman could be taught the Jade Cicada Heart Sutra, she would surely be able to condense a higher quality Moon Magic Image.

Unfortunately, putting aside the lowly state of mind of young girls today.

The mysterious remnant soul attached to Xiao Lingjiang was a major obstacle. The opponent had a deep background and might not be unaware of Ning Yuan's long-lost demonic secret technique.

Yes, Ning Yuan has confirmed that there is indeed a remnant soul consciousness beside Xiao Lingjiang.

He had Qiao Shuang hand over the core of the formation to him, and for several days he used the formation of the manor to remotely spy on it.

With the solid evidence of the spiritual treasure being refined overnight, the conclusion is undoubtedly confirmed.

However, whether that remnant soul was indeed the legendary remnant soul of an immortal remains to be discussed.

If it really is the remnant soul of an immortal, wow, that would be truly extraordinary.

Inheritance of cultivation techniques, ancient secrets...

Not to mention Ning Yuan, for the entire Great Li Immortal Dynasty, which has a shallow foundation, this is like a huge treasure, making people drool.

Ning Yuan could have had his father, Ning Muxian, personally suppress him and then torture and search his soul.

However, this is ultimately a last resort.

The difference between the Realm of Returning to Emptiness and the Realm of Pure Yang is immeasurable.

So what's the difference between a Daoist master and an immortal?

It is incomprehensible and immeasurable.

No one would believe that someone like this wouldn't have left themselves any backup plans.

Just from the fact that Xiao Lingjiang knew he was the son of the Daoist Master, yet still cultivated, practiced swordsmanship, and rested in this vast manor every day without any restraint, without showing any panic, it was enough to show that he indeed had a trump card.

In that case, we must not alert them.

Ning Yuan has plenty of ways to seize opportunities from him.

After all, the unfathomable thing is the remnant soul of an immortal, not Xiao Lingjiang.

At the tender age of twenty-nine, a young girl is in the prime of her youth and beauty. Although she doesn't know how to avoid the limelight or endure hardship, she is all the more innocent and values ​​loyalty and friendship.

Judging from Xiao Lingjiang's subsequent changes, she must have gained many benefits, and her relationship with the mysterious remnant soul must be extraordinary.

Ning Yuan didn't need to do anything; he only needed to plant a seed in the girl's heart and then wait for the result.

Anyway, his father had already sent a message the day before yesterday that since it was Ning Yuan who discovered it, the matter of the remnant soul should be handled by Ning Yuan himself.

If he is truly needed, he will surely be there at the crucial moment.

With this thought in mind, Ning Yuan finally brought his thoughts back to the present moment.

He picked up the Green Destiny sword from the ground, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "Then let's try again."

The sound of swords clashing echoed through the dojo once again.

Xiao Lingjiang's eyes were once again filled only with the boy and his sword.

This was the part she had been most looking forward to these past few days.

The glory and favor of the past have been replaced by the incomprehension and ridicule of the clan, the stubbornness and ignorance of the elders, the monopoly and arrogance of those in high positions, and the opportunism of others when they are down...

Life is unpredictable, and many complicated things always make people sigh. People who are clearly related by blood may end up with nothing but a mess.

For a young girl, aside from her closest relatives and her master who brought her hope, cultivation and swordsmanship were the simplest things.

One is one, and two is two. There's no scheming or transactional dealings. It's clean, clear, transparent, and easy to understand.

And now, we must add the young man before us.

With each clash of swords, Xiao Lingjiang believed it was the intertwining of her and Ning Yuan's burning souls.

He must have felt a deep empathy for my painful and helpless situation to care for me so much.

Despite possessing such exceptional talent and brilliance, he dared not reveal his abilities, remaining confined to this small mountain village.

The mansion was lavish, yet it could not conceal the loneliness in his heart.

That's why you fight me with swords all day long, just to pour out all this.

Then let me respond to you!

Xiao Lingjiang felt the happiness of being recognized, the joy of meeting kindred spirits, and a wisp of unspeakable thoughts. Under the turmoil of her emotions, she revealed a flaw.

She lost.

However, Xiao Lingjiang nonchalantly picked up the Purple Jade Sword again and eagerly faced Ning Yuan once more.

"continue!"

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...

"Young master, it's getting late."

Happy times are always fleeting.

A faint voice came, and Ning Yuan and Xiao Lingjiang stopped at the same time.

Qiao Shuang, dressed in a green dress, stood calmly under a green tree in the distance.

As the sun sets, its red glow deepens.

It was as if layers of blood-red light, impossible to dissipate, were laid down and shone upon that beautiful, peerless face.

The snow-white luster and the crimson red blend together, adding to its fairy-like nobility and mystery.