After the yandere fairies were reborn, they all wanted to possess me!

On the cliff above the back mountain of Qingyun Sect.

Su Chen stood there all night.

From the moon rising to the moon setting, from a sky full of stars to the first light of dawn in the east.

He remained motionless, like a piece of dead wood stuck on the edge of the cliff.

A morning breeze blew by, making his robes flutter.

The Chaos Sword at his waist vibrated gently in its sheath, as if in response to something.

The crack in the distant sky was still there; it was the one he had cleaved open ten days ago when he practiced his ninth sword technique.

The clouds were cut open, revealing the dark starry sky behind them.

The stars twinkled at the edge of the crack, like eyes watching him.

He reached out and touched the red string around his waist.

It was given to me by Tianxiang and tied to the tassel of the Chaos Sword.

The rope still had that faint milky scent, exactly the same as her scent.

These days, she comes every day, kisses him every day, and brings him pastries every day.

Chu Hongxiu would stand at the entrance of Hongxiu Garden every day, watching him and smiling, while Ling Qianxue would stand at the entrance of the villa every day, waiting for him to return.

Three women, three directions, three lines.

He stood in the middle, like a puppy tied to three ropes, wanting to go in one direction but unable to go in the other.

He sighed, took the Chaos Sword from his waist, and placed it across his knees.

The sword was cold to the touch, and the dark gold runes were faintly visible in the morning light.

He's had this sword with him for over a month now. He got it from the secret realm and has now mastered the Nine Swords of Chaos. Eighty percent of the runes on the sword are now lit up.

There are still 20% left, I don't know when it will be fully lit.

Perhaps we'll have to wait until we break through to the Nascent Soul stage, or perhaps it will take even longer.

As he was thinking, he heard footsteps behind him.

It was very light, as if afraid of startling him.

Su Chen didn't turn around, but he smelled the fragrance of snow lotus milk.

"Master."

Ling Qianxue transformed and walked over, standing beside him.

The morning breeze lifted her silver hair, and strands brushed against his face, tickling him.

She wasn't wearing her Taoist robe today; instead, she was dressed in a moon-white bodysuit. The two giant thunderbolts were completely covered by the bodysuit, but they still looked bulging.

The skirt was very short, only reaching her thighs, and her tender legs, wrapped in white stockings, were dazzlingly white in the morning light.

She was wearing a pair of soft-soled boots, with a bit of white silk trim peeking out from the boot openings.

"Standed all night?"

"Um."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about the future."

Ling Qianxue looked at him, seeing the confusion in his eyes, and the wild beast in her heart throbbed again.

She wanted to reach out and touch his face, to tell him that he didn't need to think so much, that having her was enough.

But she didn't move; she just stood there, staring at the crack in the sky in the distance.

"The cracks are healing."

she says.

Su Chen looked up.

Indeed, the crack was a little smaller than yesterday, and the dark golden light at the edges had faded somewhat.

In a few more days, it will be completely closed.

"Master, where are the relics of the ancient sword cultivators?"

Ling Qianxue paused for a moment, "You're going?"

"Hmm. The ninth sword technique is complete, and the early stage of the Golden Core realm is stable. It's time to find the next source of Heavenly Dao Qi."

"Three paths?"

"Three dishes. One is of superior quality, and two are of the highest quality."

Ling Qianxue remained silent for a while before speaking.

"Deeper in the Sunset Mountains, there is a place called Sword Abyss. It is said to be the place where ancient sword cultivators comprehended the Dao, and the Nine Chaos Swords originated from there. The origin of your Chaos Dao Body is also there."

Su Chen's heart skipped a beat. "How did you know?"

"Found it."

She said calmly, "I started investigating the day you got the Chaos Sword."

Su Chen felt a warmth in his heart.

His master thought of everything for him, even things he hadn't thought of himself.

"How long does it take to get to Sword Abyss?"

"A round trip takes half a month. Adding the time spent in the ruins, it takes at least a month."

Su Chen fell silent.

A month is too long.

He glanced at the red rope around his waist, then looked in the direction of the Red Sleeve Garden.

Ling Qianxue, in her avatar, looked at him and asked, "Can't let go?"

"A little."

"Then take them with you."

Su Chen was stunned. "Everyone's going?"

"Yes. Tianxiang, Chu Hongxiu, and me."

She looked at him. "Three people will be there for you."

The warmth in Su Chen's heart was so strong that it couldn't be melted away.

He looked at his master's cool and aloof face, at her icy blue eyes, and at the unfathomable depths within them, and nodded, "Okay."

Hongxiuyuan.

Chu Hongxiu sat by the window drinking tea, while Tianxiang made pastries beside her.

She kneaded the dough until it was soft and pliable, then shaped it into a little rabbit with two upright ears and two tiny red beans for eyes.

She was working very seriously, with the corners of her mouth turned up, as if she was thinking about something happy.

Chu Hongxiu looked at her, "That kid is here."

Tianxiang looked up and saw Su Chen standing at the door.

She blushed, put down the dough she was making, and ran over, "Senior Brother Su Chen!"

Su Chen patted her head. "Tianxiang, I'm going on a long trip."

Tianxiang was stunned. "Where to?"

"Luoxia Mountain Range, Sword Abyss. Let's go find the Qi of Heaven."

Tianxiang tugged at his sleeve, "I'm going too!"

"Um."

Su Chen nodded, "You go too. Your master will go too."

Tianxiang looked at Chu Hongxiu.

Chu Hongxiu put down her teacup, stood up, and asked, "How long will you be gone?"

"One month."

Chu Hongxiu laughed, "Alright. It's a good opportunity to get out and about. I'm so bored staying in this lousy place every day."

She walked up to Su Chen, her black-stockinged legs almost pressed against him. "When are we leaving?"

"First thing tomorrow morning."

"Okay. I'll pack up."

She turned and took a few steps, then turned back. "Tianxiang, stop making pastries. Go cook dinner; we'll have a good meal tonight."

Tianxiang nodded and ran into the kitchen.

Chu Hongxiu looked at Su Chen and licked her lips.

"Su Chen, I've heard of Sword Abyss. It's where ancient sword cultivators attained enlightenment, and there are remnants of sword intent inside. Cultivators below the Golden Core stage who enter will be crushed by the sword intent."

Su Chen looked at her. "Are you scared?"

"Afraid?"

Chu Hongxiu laughed, "I'm afraid you can't handle it."

Su Chen didn't speak.

Chu Hongxiu took a step closer, the two giant balls of lightning brushing against his arm—soft, bouncy, and warm. "Has Ling Qianxue been there?"

"No. She checked."

"It's good that you checked. It's better than wandering around blindly."

She reached out and gently touched his face. "Su Chen, take care of yourself on this journey. Don't push yourself too hard. We're here for you."

Su Chen looked at her, at her alluring eyes, at something he couldn't understand in them, and nodded, "Okay."

That evening, the four of them sat down for dinner.

Tianxiang prepared a table full of dishes: braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed sea bass, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a pot of old hen soup.

Su Chen sat in the middle, Tianxiang sat to his left, Chu Hongxiu sat to his right, and Ling Qianxue sat opposite him.

Tianxiang served him food, and Chu Hongxiu also served him food.

The food in the bowl was piled up like a small mountain.

"We can't finish it."

Su Chen said.

"If you can't finish it, I'll eat it for you."

Tianxiang said.

"I'll eat it for you too."

Chu Hongxiu said.

Ling Qianxue, in her avatar, didn't say anything, but picked up a piece of fish and put it in his bowl.

Su Chen looked at her, and she looked at him.

The two looked at each other, but neither spoke.

After finishing the meal, Tianxiang went to wash the dishes.

Chu Hongxiu stood in the courtyard looking at the moon, Ling Qianxue stood at the door in her incarnation, and Su Chen stood in the middle.

Go to bed early tonight.

Chu Hongxiu said, "We still have to travel tomorrow."

"Um."

Su Chen nodded.

"Go back and pack your things."

Ling Qianxue, in her avatar, said, "Don't leave anything behind."

Su Chen nodded again.

He turned and walked out.

I walked to the door, turned around, and looked at them.

Tianxiang ran out of the kitchen, Chu Hongxiu stood in the courtyard, and Ling Qianxue stood at the door.

Three women, from three different directions, were all looking at him.

He smiled. "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

The three of them spoke at the same time.

The next morning, before dawn, the four of them set off.

Su Chen walked at the front, Ling Qianxue (in her avatar) walked to his left, Chu Hongxiu walked to his right, and Tianxiang walked at the very back.

The bells on her little feet jingled crisply in the morning mist, like birdsong.

Stepping out of the mountain gate, you'll find yourself on a winding mountain road.

The morning mist hadn't dissipated yet, and the woods were shrouded in a hazy glow.

After walking for two hours, the sun rose.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor.

After walking for another two hours, the sun was high overhead, and it got a bit hot.

"Take a break."

Su Chen said.

There's a tree in front of us, and there's a shady spot under it.

The four people walked over and sat down.

Su Chen took out the water pouch and handed it to Tianxiang first.

Tianxiang drank it and then handed it to Chu Hongxiu.

Chu Hongxiu drank it and then handed it to Ling Qianxue's avatar.

Ling Qianxue transformed into a drinker and returned it to him.

Tianxiang leaned on his shoulder, the two giant thunderbolts brushing against his arm.

Chu Hongxiu leaned against his other side, and the two giant bolts of lightning brushed against his arm.

Ling Qianxue sat opposite her, watching this scene without saying a word.

"Senior Brother Su Chen."

Tianxiang whispered.

"Um?"

"Does the Sword Abyss truly possess the aura of Heaven's Dao?"

"I don't know. We'll have to go and see."

"What if there isn't one?"

"Keep looking."

Su Chen looked at her, "There will be."

Tianxiang nodded, "Mm."

Chu Hongxiu smiled, "Silly girl, don't worry. Even if he can't, he'll find another way. The Chaos Dao Body isn't that easy to get stuck in."

Ling Qianxue's avatar remained silent, simply gazing into the distance.

In the distance are continuous mountain ranges, layer upon layer, like ocean waves.

In the far distance, a black mountain ridge pierces the clouds.

That is the main peak of the Luoxia Mountains, and Jianyuan is located behind the main peak.

"Let's go."

She stood up. "We need to get to the foot of the mountain before dark."

The four continued on their way.

As the sun was setting, they arrived at the foot of the Luoxia Mountains.

Ahead was a dense forest, and behind the forest were steep mountain walls.

There is a crack in the mountain wall, a very narrow crack that can only allow one person to pass through at a time.

"That's it."

Ling Qianxue, in her transformed form, pointed to the crack and said, "The entrance to the Sword Abyss."

Su Chen walked over and reached out to touch the rock at the edge of the crack.

The rocks were cool and covered with ancient runes.

It's exactly the same as the runes on his Chaos Sword.

"These runes—"

"It was carved by an ancient swordsman."

Chu Hongxiu walked over, "These runes are used to seal the sword intent within the Sword Abyss. Without them, all living beings within a hundred miles would be crushed by the sword intent."

Su Chen's heart sank.

Is the sword intent that strong?

He looked into the crack, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

You can only feel a cool breeze blowing out from inside, carrying a faint smell of rust.

"Go in."

Ling Qianxue transformed and walked over, saying, "Stay close to me."

The four people filed in.

Su Chen walked in front, followed by Ling Qianxue in her avatar, then Chu Hongxiu, and finally Tianxiang at the very back.

The crack was very narrow, and the rock walls on both sides were almost touching your face.

Su Chen reached out and touched it; the rock wall was covered with runes, densely packed, like the tracks left by insects.

The further you go in, the darker it gets.

Su Chen took out the Chaos Sword, and its dark golden light illuminated the path ahead.

After walking for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the view suddenly opened up before me.

A huge underground space, even larger than the altar we visited before.

Swords were everywhere, stuck in the ground, in the walls, and in the rock face above.

Densely packed, thousands upon thousands.

Some were already rusted, while others still gleamed coldly.

Each sword is different; there are long swords, short swords, broad swords, and narrow swords.

But they all have one thing in common—they all have runes engraved on their blades.

It has the same runes as the Chaos Sword.

Su Chen was stunned.

Are these swords all Chaos Swords?

No, it's not.

They were just ordinary ancient swords, but their owners were all beings of the Chaos Dao Body.

He walked over, squatted down, and gently stroked a rusty longsword.

The sword was cold, and the runes were still glowing faintly, as if they were about to go out.

"How many Chaos Dao Bodies are buried here?"

he asks.

"have no idea."

Chu Hongxiu walked over and said, "In ancient times, there were many Chaos Dao Bodies. Later, for some reason, they became fewer and fewer. Now, only one appears every few thousand years."

Su Chen fell silent.

He looked at the swords and the runes, and a sudden, inexplicable sorrow welled up inside him.

These people are all dead.

He died in this abyss of swords, by his own sword.

"They are attaining enlightenment."

Ling Qianxue transformed and walked over.

"The final sword of the Nine Swords of Chaos is Chaos Opening Heaven and Earth. Mastering this sword allows one to break through to the Nascent Soul stage. However, this sword is extremely difficult; many people practice it their entire lives without success. And some, even those who succeed, die in the process."

Su Chen looked at her. "Why did you die?"

"Because I can't control it."

Ling Qianxue, in her avatar, looked at him and said, "The power of the Ninth Sword is too strong. So strong that even the Chaos Dao Body cannot withstand it. With one strike, the sky cracked and people were shattered."

Su Chen's heart sank.

He recalled the day he mastered the ninth sword technique, when all his spiritual energy was exhausted and his legs were so weak he could not stand.

If his physical body hadn't been strong enough, he might have shattered as well.

"Scared?"

Ling Qianxue transformed and looked at him.

"I'm not afraid."

Su Chen shook his head. "I just feel it's a pity."

"What's a pity?"

"What a pity for them. They trained their whole lives, only to die here. And there's not even anyone to collect their bodies."

Ling Qianxue remained silent.

Chu Hongxiu remained silent.

Tianxiang walked over and grabbed his sleeve, the two giant bolts of lightning brushing against his arm. "Senior Brother Su Chen, you won't die."

Su Chen looked at her. "How did you know?"

"because--"

She bit her lip.

"Because you said you would protect me. You can't go back on your word."

Su Chen looked at her, at her bright, sparkling eyes, at her earnest yet frightened expression, and a warm feeling welled up inside him.

He reached out and gently patted her head. "You won't die. If you don't keep your word, you're a little dog."

Tianxiang smiled, her eyes curving into two crescent moons.

The four people continued walking inside.

The further you go in, the more swords there are, and the brighter the runes become.

The rusty smell in the air grew stronger, mixed with an indescribable fishy odor.

It looks like blood, and like rust.

"arrive."

Ling Qianxue stopped in her tracks.

There was a wall in front of us.

There was a sword stuck in the wall, bigger and brighter than the others.

The runes on the sword were burning, and golden flames spewed out from them, illuminating the entire wall.

The sword hilt is engraved with two characters: "Gui Xu" (归墟).

"The Sword of Return to Nothingness"

Chu Hongxiu murmured.

"The sword of the first sword cultivator in ancient times, the Daoist Guixu. Legend has it that he mastered the Nine Swords of Chaos, broke through the Nascent Soul stage, fought his way to the Integration stage, and finally died here."

Su Chen walked over, reached out, and tried to touch the sword.

The moment his hand touched the hilt of the sword, a terrifying force surged from the blade, sending him flying.

He fell to the ground, feeling a tightness in his chest that made it hard to breathe.

"Senior Brother Su Chen!"

Tianxiang ran over to help him.

"fine."

Su Chen shook his head, looking at the sword and the burning runes on its surface, his unease growing stronger.

The sword was repelling him.

It's not because it has a spirit, but because there's something inside it.

Something I don't want him to get close to.

Ling Qianxue walked over in her avatar, looked at the sword, and said, "The sword intent of Daoist Guixu is still there."

Chu Hongxiu also walked over, "How many years? Tens of thousands of years? The sword intent still hasn't dissipated?"

"When he died, he sealed all his sword intent within the sword. It's normal that it hasn't dissipated for tens of thousands of years."

Ling Qianxue, in her transformed form, looked at Su Chen and said, "What you want is behind the sword."

Su Chen stared at the sword, at the burning runes on its blade, at the terrifying power emanating from it, and gritted his teeth. "How do we get across?"

"Force your way in."

Ling Qianxue transformed and looked at him.

"Use your sword intent to counter his sword intent. If you can withstand it, you'll get through it. If you can't—" She paused.

"Just like him, die here."

Su Chen fell silent.

He looked at the sword, at the burning runes on its blade, at the sword intent that had lingered for tens of thousands of years, and the unease in his heart grew stronger.

But he knew he couldn't back down.

If you retreat, you will never obtain the Qi of Heaven.

Without obtaining the Qi of Heaven, one can never break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

He took a deep breath, gripped the Chaos Sword tightly, and said, "I'll give it a try."

"Senior Brother Su Chen—"

Tianxiang grabbed his sleeve, her eyes reddening.

"fine."

Su Chen looked at her. "I told you, I won't die."

Tianxiang looked at him, at the determination in his eyes, and released her grip. "Mm."

Su Chen turned around and walked towards the sword.

With each step he took, his sword intent grew stronger.

By the third step, the sword intent was already overwhelming him, making it hard for him to breathe.

Fifth step, my legs started to shake.

Step 7: Blood trickles from the corner of his mouth.

Tianxiang watched him from behind, tears falling, but she didn't make a sound.

Chu Hongxiu looked at her, and that complicated feeling welled up in her heart again.

Ling Qianxue's avatar also watched without moving.

Step 10.

Su Chen stood in front of the sword, reached out, and grasped the hilt.

A terrifying power surged from the sword and poured into his body.

The meridians were tearing, the dantian was trembling, and the spiritual energy was running rampant.

He gritted his teeth and refused to let go.

The Chaos Sword vibrated at his waist, and dark golden light overflowed from its blade, clashing with the sword intent of the Return to Nothingness Sword.

Two forces collided within him, like two dragons fighting.

It hurts, it fucking hurts.

But he endured it, endured it, endured it.

Suddenly, the sword intent of the Guixu Sword weakened.

They didn't disappear, they retreated.

Like a wild beast retracting its claws.

Su Chen gasped for breath, his hand still on the sword hilt, not letting go.

"Let go."

A voice came from the sword.

Old, hoarse, like wood that has been dried for a thousand years.

Su Chen was stunned. "Who are you?"

"Return to the Ruins".

The voice said, "The Taoist of Guixu."

Su Chen's heart sank.

He's not dead?

still alive?

"Dead. Long dead. This is just a wisp of my divine will that I left behind. After waiting for tens of thousands of years, I finally obtained a Chaos Dao Body."

Su Chen looked at him, "What are you waiting for me to do?"

"We're waiting for you to come and get your things."

Guixu Daoist's voice carried a hint of amusement.

"Those three people behind you—one with the Ice Phoenix Divine Body, one with the Heavenly Demon Body, and one with the Crimson Lotus Divine Body. Three women, three paths. Which one did you choose?"

Su Chen was stunned.

The Ice Phoenix Divine Body is Master, the Heavenly Demon Body is Chu Hongxiu, and the Red Lotus Divine Body is Tianxiang.

Three roads, three women.

Which one did he choose?

"have no idea."

He told the truth.

Guixu Daoist laughed, a desolate laugh. "It's better not to know. If you knew, you wouldn't be able to choose."

He paused. "What you want is behind the sword. Take it."

The sword intent of the Guixu Sword completely dissipated.

Su Chen released his grip and went around to the back of the sword.

Behind them was a stone platform, on which were placed three wisps of gas.

One pale gold, two pure gold.

One path of superior-grade Heavenly Dao Qi, and two paths of supreme-grade Heavenly Dao Qi.

Su Chen's eyes lit up, and he reached out to take it.

The moment his hand touched the pale golden gas, a terrifying force surged from the stone platform, sending him flying.

He was bounced away again and fell to the ground.

"Senior Brother Su Chen!"

Tianxiang ran over.

"fine."

Su Chen got up, looked at the stone platform and the three wisps of gas, and a fire rose in his heart.

Just one step away, just one step away.

"Can't get it."

Guixu Daoist's voice rang out again, "Your sword intent is not strong enough. It cannot withstand the restrictions on the stone platform."

Su Chen looked at him, "Then what should we do?"

"Practice. Practice your sword intent until you can withstand it."

Su Chen fell silent.

Practice sword intent until you can withstand the restrictions on the stone platform.

How long will it take to train?

do not know.

Maybe a few days, maybe a few months, maybe a few years.

"No rush."

Guixu Daoist laughed, "I've waited tens of thousands of years, a few more days won't make a difference. Don't rush, practice slowly."

Su Chen took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged.

He placed the Chaos Sword across his knees, closed his eyes, and began to practice his sword intent.

Tianxiang stood beside him, watching him.

Chu Hongxiu was also looking at him.

Ling Qianxue, in her avatar, also looked at him.

Three people, from three different directions, were all waiting for him.

There is no day or night in the Sword Abyss.

There was only the light of the sword, the glow of the runes, and the golden light emanating from the three wisps of gas.

Su Chen didn't know how long he had been sitting, only that his sword intent grew stronger day by day.

On the first day, he was able to stand in front of the stone platform for a moment.

The next day, two breaths.

The third day, three breaths.

On the tenth day, he was able to stand in front of the stone platform for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

But they still couldn't get their hands on the three wisps of gas; the moment their hands touched the stone platform, they were flung away.

He fell to the ground, panting heavily.

Tianxiang ran over to help him up, "Senior Brother Su Chen, take a rest."

"Need not."

Su Chen shook his head, got up, and sat back down.

Chu Hongxiu walked over and looked at him. "Su Chen, you can't do this. Forcing yourself will only hurt you."

Su Chen didn't speak.

Ling Qianxue, in her avatar, also came over. "He's right. Take a rest, and practice again tomorrow."

Su Chen looked at her, at her icy blue eyes, at the worry in them, and nodded, "Okay."

Four people sat beside the stone platform.

Tianxiang leaned on his shoulder, Chu Hongxiu leaned on his other side, and Ling Qianxue sat opposite him.

"Senior Brother Su Chen, you've been practicing for ten days."

Tianxiang whispered.

"Um."

"How much stronger has your sword intent become?"

"three times."

"Not enough?"

"Not enough. It needs to be at least ten times stronger to withstand the restrictions on the stone platform."

Tianxiang fell silent.

Ten times faster, how much longer do we need to train?

Chu Hongxiu spoke up, "Su Chen, do you know why Daoist Guixu placed the Heavenly Dao Qi here?"

"have no idea."

"Because he's waiting for someone. Waiting for someone with a strong enough sword intent. If the sword intent isn't strong enough, it's pointless to take it. Breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage requires not only the Qi of Heaven, but also sword intent. If the sword intent isn't strong enough, you'll be devoured by your inner demons during the breakthrough."

Su Chen was stunned.

He looked at the Guixu Sword, at the two characters on the hilt, and that complex feeling welled up in his heart again.

This old guy has calculated everything.

"Couldn't he just say it directly?"

Su Chen was a little annoyed.

"It's pointless to just say it directly."

Guixu Daoist's voice rang out again, tinged with laughter.

"The path of spiritual practice is one that requires personal enlightenment. If I tell you, you won't seek enlightenment yourself. Without seeking enlightenment, you will never reach that state."

Su Chen fell silent.

That old man is right.

He stood up. "We'll continue practicing tomorrow."

The next day, he started practicing again.

His sword intent grew stronger day by day, and he spent more and more time standing in front of the stone platform each day.

On the fifteenth day, he was able to stand in front of the stone platform for half an hour.

The twentieth day, one hour.

The twenty-fifth day, two hours.

On the thirtieth day, he was able to stand in front of the stone platform, reach out, and touch the pale golden gas.

It wasn't bounced away.

But the gas was like something that had grown on a stone platform; it couldn't be picked up.

"Your sword intent is sufficient, but your heart is not."

The voice of the Taoist Guixu rang out.

Su Chen was stunned. "Not enough heart?"

"Yes. You have too many people in your heart, you can't let go. If you can't let go, you can't pick anything up."

Su Chen fell silent.

His heart held too many people: his master, Tianxiang, Chu Hongxiu, Nangong Wan, Gu Hongmei, and Yun Ling'er.

He can't let go of any of them.

"The path of spiritual practice requires severing all emotions and desires."

Guixu Daoren said, "You can't do it."

Su Chen looked at him, "I don't want to break it off."

"Then we won't get it."

Su Chen fell silent.

He looked at the three wisps of gas, at the pale golden high-grade Heavenly Dao Qi, and at the two pure golden high-grade Heavenly Dao Qi.

Just one step away, just one step away.

"Senior Brother Su Chen."

Tianxiang walked over and tugged at his sleeve, "If we can't get it, that's fine. We'll look for something else."

Chu Hongxiu also came over, "Yes. Let's look for something else. It doesn't have to be here."

Ling Qianxue, in her avatar, also came over. "Go back."

Su Chen looked at them, at Tianxiang's worried expression, at Chu Hongxiu's indifferent expression, and at Ling Qianxue's aloof face.

The warmth in my heart was so strong it was impossible to melt away.

He laughed. "I'm not going back."

Why?

Tianxiang was stunned.

"because--"

He looked at the three wisps of gas.

"I can't let you go, but I don't want to either. I can't sever all emotions and desires. But I'm not willing to give up without obtaining the Qi of Heaven."

He turned to look at the Guixu Sword, "Old man, is there a third way?"

Guixu Daoist fell silent.

It was a long time, so long that Su Chen thought he would never answer again.

"have."

His voice rang out, "But that path is harder than severing all emotions and desires."

"What road?"

"Enter the Dao through emotion. Transform your feelings for her, and for all of them, into your sword intent. The deeper the emotion, the stronger the sword."

Su Chen was stunned.

Entering the Tao through emotion?

Transform your feelings for your master, for Tianxiang, and for Chu Hongxiu into sword intent.

"Is it possible?"

Guixu Daoren asked.

Su Chen looked at Tianxiang, at her bright eyes, and at her shy yet worried expression.

Looking at her two huge mounds wrapped in her Taoist skirt, looking at her tender legs wrapped in white silk, looking at the two bells on her little feet.

The warmth in my heart was so strong it was impossible to melt away.

He looked at Chu Hongxiu, gazing into her alluring eyes.

Looking at her two enormous breasts, even bigger than Tianxiang's, and her legs in black stockings.

Looking at her bare, jade-like feet.

That complex feeling welled up inside me again.

He looked at Ling Qianxue's incarnation, at her cool and aloof face, and at her icy blue eyes.

Looking at her two massive breasts encased in her tight-fitting clothes, and at her tender legs covered in white stockings.

That crazy thought surged up in my mind again.

"It can be done."

He nodded.

Guixu Daoist laughed, a very happy laugh.

"Alright. Let's try it then. Enter the Dao with emotion, transform your emotion into sword intent. If you succeed, you will become the first Chaotic Dao Body in all ages. If not—" He paused.

"You will be trapped by love, forever trapped in this abyss of swords."

Su Chen took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

Tianxiang stood beside him, watching him.

Chu Hongxiu was also looking at him.

Ling Qianxue, in her avatar, also looked at him.

Three people, from three different directions, were all waiting for him.

Su Chen closed his eyes, his mind filled with them.

Tianxiang's smile, Chu Hongxiu's eyes, and Ling Qianxue's transformed hand.

The fragrant pastries, Chu Hongxiu's kiss, and Ling Qianxue's forehead.

Every scene, every detail, is etched in his heart.

He transformed these images and details into sword intent.

It's not about attacking outwards, it's about drawing inwards.

It was received into my heart, into my dantian, and into the Chaos Sword.

The runes on the sword began to glow.

It's not dark gold, it's gold, pure gold.

It was the same color as those two clusters of top-grade Heavenly Dao Qi.

The sword intent grew stronger and stronger, as if it would burst him apart.

But he endured it, endured it, endured it.

He opened his eyes after an unknown amount of time.

The eyes were no longer dark gold; they were gold, pure gold.

He looked at the three wisps of gas, reached out, and grasped the pale golden, high-grade Heavenly Dao Qi.

I picked it up; it wasn't flung away.

He grasped the pure golden, top-grade Heavenly Dao Qi again and picked it up.

The last ball was picked up as well.

Three wisps of gas swirled in his palm, like three small fish.

"It's done."

The voice of the Daoist Guixu rang out, tinged with laughter, "Entering the Dao through emotion, the first throughout history. You have succeeded."

Su Chen stood up, looked at the three wisps of gas in his palm, and smiled.

Tianxiang ran over and hugged him, "Senior Brother Su Chen! You got it!"

The two giant bolts of lightning pressed against his chest; they were soft, bouncy, and hot.

The bells on her little feet jingled merrily.

Chu Hongxiu also walked over, looked at him, and smiled, "Entering the Dao through emotion, interesting."

Ling Qianxue, in her avatar, also walked over, looked at him, and didn't smile, but her gaze was deeper than before.

Su Chen looked at them, at these three people, and felt an overwhelming warmth in his heart.

He stored the three wisps of gas into his storage ring. "Let's go back."

The four people walked out.

Reaching the entrance to the Sword Abyss, Su Chen turned back and glanced at the Guixu Sword.

The runes on the sword were still burning, and the golden flames illuminated the entire Sword Abyss.

"Thanks."

He said softly.

Guixu Daoist did not answer.

Maybe he's gone, maybe he's still here.

Su Chen turned around and stepped out of the crack.

Outside, the sunlight was blinding.

The sun hung in the sky, big and round.

He took a deep breath; there was a faint fragrance of osmanthus in the air.

"Let's go."

The four people walked down the mountain.

The moonlight shone on them, and on Tianxiang's two giant thunderbolts wrapped in her Taoist skirt.

The light shone on Chu Hongxiu's black-stockinged, fleshy legs, and on Ling Qianxue's moon-white outfit.

Su Chen walked at the front, the Chaos Sword at his waist gleaming golden in the moonlight.

The runes on the sword all lit up.