Liver penetrates martial arts, instantly becoming a saint.

Chapter 320 A Golden Light of Six Feet, True Feelings and Sincere Intent, The Lady Bestows Martial Arts, A Flick of Golden Light

As the essence of the technique entered his body, its power naturally arose, radiating golden light and revealing boundless mysteries. Li Xian unleashed the "Wind Breath," his breathing slow and even, calm and composed, as he comprehended the profound wonders of the technique.

But the essence of heaven and earth nourished his belly, bringing coolness and boundless encouragement. The morning dew transformed into "five hundred and thirty-nine strands" of heaven and earth essence, swirling and turning in his belly. After being further strengthened by ingestion, it became nine hundred and thirty-six strands, which remained securely in his body, awaiting digestion in the future.

The essence of the Golden Scale Technique, the essence of the Yellow Ginseng Technique, the essence of the Morning Dew Technique… all intertwined and brewed, gradually forming the prototype of the technique. Li Xian comprehended the essence of the technique, pushing its evolution to its limit. Upon first arriving at this realm, he was both astonished and amazed: "So this is the process of acquiring a technique. Martial arts draw upon heaven and earth, aiming at human will to overcome fate. The way of techniques also draws upon heaven and earth, aiming at heaven and earth to aid me. I, Li Xian, come from humble beginnings, and have progressed step by step. To witness this extraordinary scene and experience this profound mystery is truly remarkable. My wife has a strange temperament, yet she treats me… both extremely good and extremely bad."

My heart was filled with complex emotions, but then I thought, "This connection is too difficult to explain; I should just focus on contemplating it!"

Li Xian had long been absorbing and comprehending the Dao. The Golden Scales, Yellow Ginseng, and Morning Dew… all had been enhanced through consumption, resulting in an exceptionally rich essence of the Dao. His understanding and insights at this stage surpassed those of others. Although Wen Caishang had never personally witnessed the "Dao of Dao: Golden Light," throughout history, many had attained it.

Golden light swirled around him, flashing intermittently. Time passed, and dawn broke in the blink of an eye, the morning sun bathing his entire body in its light. Li Xian sat cross-legged in a spacious spot, with nothing obstructing his view. His long hair fluttered in the wind, the sunlight illuminating his entire body as if coating him in gold, a few thin strands brushing his cheeks. The technique was complete, everything went smoothly and peacefully, the great work was accomplished.

In that instant, he obtained the technique: golden light.

With the initial manifestation of "Art of Technique" within his body, he had become a martial artist who had mastered the art. Li Xian could not hide his joy. He joined his two fingers together and unleashed "Art of Technique - Golden Light." Golden light burst forth from his body, starting from his hands and feet and gradually enveloping his entire body, transforming into a humanoid halo.

With a thought, Li Xian's body transformed into countless shimmering points of light, flowing like water to a distance of sixteen feet before gathering again and solidifying back into its original form. This technique, known as "Sixteen-Foot Golden Light," is called "Art of Magic: Golden Light."

The recipe book, "Golden Light Part II," records that those who consume Golden Scales, Yellow Ginseng, and Morning Yellow Dew will acquire the art of Golden Light, their bodies flowing like light, able to leap sixteen feet, dodge swords and blades, evade fists and kicks, instantly appear behind an enemy, and escape danger—its mysteries are boundless. However, it consumes immense strength; leaping nine feet a day will eventually exhaust their power. Leaping twelve feet a day will put their lives in danger!

Li Xian had not yet obtained the "Second Chapter of the Recipe" and was unaware of the details of the Golden Light Technique. In this section, his body transformed into a stream of light, leaping sixteen feet. Although he felt a great deal of physical exertion, he remained relaxed and at ease. With another thought, he formed a hand seal and cast the "Golden Light Technique," transforming his body into golden light and leaping two feet.

He still didn't feel any hindrance or awkwardness. So he used the "Golden Light Technique" again, extending 28 feet horizontally and vertically. Finally, he reached the limit of the technique, and the flowing light gathered, revealing his original form again. It turned out that Li Xianjing had been strengthened by "consuming" the essence of the technique, making his "Golden Light" stronger than those of others.

The sixteen-foot golden light transformed into a twenty-eight-foot golden light. Moreover, it required less effort and was even more agile and free. This extraordinary ability was extremely rare throughout history, unique to this place. Li Xian was even more delighted, pondering, "This technique seems simple, but in reality, the simpler it is, the more useful it is. With the golden light technique, my ability to protect myself will be further enhanced."

Li Xian then channeled his "golden light," which shone brilliantly. He soared two zhang eight feet into the air, channeling the golden light again to change his position. He was extremely agile and had many wonderful uses.

Performing this technique is extremely taxing. Li Xian leaped several times, showing no signs of exhaustion, but he did feel slightly tired and was drenched in sweat. Li Xian thought to himself, "I have great strength, yet I feel my strength waning after only a few repetitions. It seems that while this technique is wonderful, it is by no means without restraint. I will rest for a while and then ponder the details of this technique."

I lay down on the spot, feeling a gentle breeze, and felt incredibly refreshed. Outside, the wind and frost raged on, but the Bixiang Pavilion was as vibrant as spring. The scenery was serene, with the soft chirping of birds and the tinkling of a clear spring.

With his strength restored, he began to ponder how to combine "Art of Magic: Golden Light" with martial arts. The gloomy and ghostly nature of the Remnant Spear was quite contrary to the Golden Light technique. However, the moves of the Sunset Blood Sword, if combined with the "Golden Light Technique," might have remarkable effects.

Li Xian, in high spirits, immediately began practicing his swordplay in the courtyard. His "Sunset Bloodfall Sword Technique" had reached its pinnacle; as he drew the sword, he intended to incorporate golden light techniques, seeking a fusion of "martial arts" and "skill." His figure was like the rising sun, his sword gleaming, his body moving like a stream of light.

He was full of vigor and vitality. Wen Caishang, hidden in the shadows, was taken aback, then smiled and gazed at him for a long time.

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The swordplay, fueled by the setting sun and fading blood, grew ever more profound. He refined his sword techniques, comprehending the essence of martial arts, gradually absorbing the vital energy of heaven and earth within his body. His martial arts progressed slowly yet steadily. Li Xian was so engrossed in this that he didn't realize it was noon.

When he came to his senses, he felt extremely exhausted. He leaned against a tree, his back and legs aching. He used the "Wind Breath" technique to recover his strength. Li Xian thought to himself, "I just used the Golden Light Technique fourteen times in one sword routine. I'm extremely tired. Each time I used the Golden Light Technique, although I moved more than two zhang, it felt like I was running for more than ten miles. Combined with the golden light of the technique, it was flashing and agile. Although it was enough to barely defeat my opponent, I'm now exhausted and in danger! I can't use it recklessly in real combat."

Suddenly, applause broke out. Wen Caishang, who had been observing from the courtyard for some time, was already there. Her martial arts skills were unfathomable, like a ghost or a demon, truly frightening. Seeing that Li Xian's technique had been perfected and his abilities far exceeded what was recorded in the "recipe," a sharp glint flashed in her eyes. She thought, "This child has unparalleled talent and extraordinary comprehension, quite compatible with the Golden Light Technique. Therefore, his technique is even more refined, and his understanding of the technique is even stronger? I have obtained all three treasures of the Golden Light Technique, but because I have already consumed the other treasures, the recipe for that one ingredient of the 'technique' is not yet complete. I dare not consume the other treasures randomly, otherwise, I could have put together the Golden Light Technique myself."

Li Xian sheathed his sword and said, "Madam, when did you arrive? I apologize for the inconvenience. It's freezing cold, please come inside quickly." Wen Caishang's eyebrows lit up with joy at Li Xian's considerate greeting, and she nodded, saying, "I just arrived too. Li Lang, are you settling in comfortably?"

Li Xian said, "The scenery here is beautiful, the things are beautiful, and the people are beautiful. I'm extremely comfortable here. Madam, when shall we return to the manor?"

Wen Caishang was secretly pleased, and said in a calm voice, "Oh? You're in a hurry to go back to the manor?" Li Xian said sincerely, "My roots are with Madam, and only with Madam. Madam doesn't hold grudges and is willing to take me back. Naturally, I want to go back as soon as possible and pay off that debt."

"Whether it's three thousand eight hundred swords, thirty-eight thousand swords, or even ten thousand swords, as long as it makes my wife happy, I'll accept it."

Wen Caishang's face lit up with joy, her heart touched. "I'm so happy that you have such a kind intention." She walked away, her lotus-patterned dress fluttering, her hair ornaments swaying gently, looking incredibly beautiful and dignified. Li Xian followed closely beside her, and the two turned out of the courtyard to a green lake.

As they walked by the lake, Wen Caishang said, "Just now, Li Lang's sword dance was elegant and unrestrained, yet full of masculine passion. His movements were masterful and showed remarkable composure. I never imagined that in just a few years, you would have surpassed me so much with this Yang Sword technique." Li Xian replied, "Without your help, Madam, how could I be where I am today? You are truly my benefactor in this life. Meeting you is the greatest fortune of my life."

Wen Caishang was endlessly delighted. Although she knew Li Xian was a smooth talker, she loved listening to him and insisted on hearing it. She said coquettishly, "You're just trying to make me happy with your witty remarks. Even if you do make me happy, I won't shortchange you on the debt." Feeling the warmth of Li Xian's palm, her heart fluttered. Yesterday she was suddenly disturbed, and today there was no one there.

Li Xian said, "I can never repay this debt in this lifetime, so what does it matter if I owe a little more?" Wen Caishang pointed her finger at Li Xian's chest and said reproachfully, "You know that what you owe me, you will never be able to repay in this lifetime. Li Lang, just hold out your hand."

Wen Caishang returned the sword strike again, seeing that Li Xian's expression remained unchanged, though he was drenched in cold sweat. She knew the sword had inflicted excruciating pain, piercing his very heart and soul, and she felt a pang of heartache for her beloved. Her emotions were complex and conflicted; she couldn't understand matters of the heart and her handling of the situation was extremely inappropriate, but it was her nature, and difficult to change. She was filled with resentment, which lingered in her heart when she was alone, but when they met and she heard a few sweet words, she could forget it for a moment.

The day was quiet and peaceful, undisturbed by any third party. The two strolled through the garden, enjoying the scenery for a long time without growing tired of it. As night fell, under the flowers and moon, they leaned close together, whispering sweet nothings. Li Xian said, "My lady, I have been practicing painting, and my skills are gradually improving. The scenery is particularly beautiful now; how about I paint a picture for you?"

Upon hearing the word "painting," Wen Caishang blushed slightly, recalling how You Jiang had personally taught her calligraphy and painting skills. However, a petty thief had interfered, causing her to falter and resulting in a messy painting.

Wen Caishang, being so clever, said, "I think you're still afraid I'll gouge out your eyes." Li Xian replied, "I'm only afraid that I'll go blind in the future and regret never having painted a picture for you, Madam. It would be a lifelong regret."

Wen Caishang's beautiful eyes reddened with emotion and heartache. She said, "My dear Li Lang, I never really wanted to hurt you. It hurts me to see you hurt. But you... you always make me feel so complicated. Your bad temper, if not corrected, will... This... this is a last resort."

Li Xian said, "As long as you make Madam happy, I don't mind suffering a little."

Wen Caishang said tenderly, "My dear Li Lang... I feel sorry for you when I see you in pain. If you want, then you don't have to..." She saw that Li Xian's eyes were bright and deep, quite handsome, and she really didn't want to hurt him in the slightest. Her heartache was real, and her pity was even more real. She almost said, "There's no need to gouge out my eyes. I only hope that you will treat me well in the future and never leave me."

But the words remained unspoken. She was by nature a perfectionist. When she first began to cultivate Li Xian, it was because he possessed considerable talent, a clean background, unwavering loyalty, and prudent conduct. This passage connects "devoted love" with "eye-gouging," hoping that Li Xian would love only her for the rest of his life. Only then would she achieve perfection.

Wen Caishang compensated, "Li Lang, for every bit of pain you suffer for me, I will love you an inch more. You gouged out your eyes for me, so my life is yours too. After the events of the Changlong Banquet are over, my strength has greatly improved. Others don't know, but I'm telling you alone. With you by my side, no one can bully you. Although you've gone blind, I won't let you live in darkness all day. I know the 'Heart Eye' martial art, so you can still see the beautiful scenery of the world."

She thought to herself, "There is more than one martial art in the world related to 'Mind's Eye.' The Buddhist sect in the Western Regions has a technique called 'Bodhi Heart Enlightenment Skill,' which, when mastered, opens the Mind's Eye, allowing one to see all things with the mind. However, it is not suitable for Li Lang. Instead, the 'Heart Transmission Knot Skill' of the 'Soaring Heaven Sect' is more suitable. This martial art requires two people to practice together. Their minds must be connected to each other, so that they can see and understand each other, achieving the effect of seeing things with the Mind's Eye. However, both of them must practice this skill together."

"In this way, only when Li Lang is by my side can he see the outside world clearly. With a single thought, what he can see and what he cannot see is entirely under my control. Only in this way can Li Lang belong to me alone."

Thinking of this, her cheeks flushed crimson, and she was filled with desire. The Zongtian Sect was an unorthodox sect, specializing in matters of love and sex. Their "Heart-to-Heart Knot Technique" possessed an evil intent. Wen Caishang was neither righteous nor evil, and she had already made her decision.

Li Xian said, "That's very good. Madam has thought of everything for me." Wen Caishang instructed Xiao Tuan to set out the painting tools. The two chatted intimately in the pavilion, their behavior already crossing the line. Xiao Tuan, being young and knowing her place, did not disturb them. After setting out the painting tools, she covered her face and turned to flee.

The writing implements were all prepared. The two were so engrossed in conversation that they were almost inseparable, and it wasn't until late at night that they remembered the matter. It was early December, deep winter, with snow and frost covering the ground and the moon waning.

Li Xian picked up his brush and began to paint, capturing the beauty under the moon on the paper. His painting skills were still rudimentary, but his comprehension was exceptional. He knew how to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses. Seeing that his brush was too weak and the ink too cheap to depict Wen Caichang's appearance, he simply left it unpainted. He only painted her indistinct figure to complement the surrounding scenery.

Wen Caishang was delighted with the painting and wanted Xiao Tuan to treasure it. Li Xian said, "Madam, I will paint for you every day from now on. This painting is too shallow, I am really ashamed, it is nothing, there is no need to treasure it."

Wen Caishang said, "It's rare that you're so thoughtful. Even though your painting skills are still shallow, I like it very much." With a flick of her sleeve, she handed the painting to Xiao Tuan, applied some kind of ointment to prevent the ink from spreading, and then put it into a box for preservation.

Li Xian originally intended to use this opportunity to sell the painting, thereby sending a message and attracting the attention of the Flower Cage Sect. Seeing that this plan was unlikely to succeed, he devised another scheme. He thought to himself, "I paint for her every day; she won't be in such a hurry to gouge out my eyes."

Wen Caishang said softly, "Yes, Li Lang, how well have you comprehended the Dao of Magic? Have you made any mistakes? The golden light of the Dao of Magic is called the Sixteen-Foot Golden Light, and the body is like flowing color, allowing one to leap sixteen feet in an instant."

"Don't underestimate this mere sixteen feet distance. Sometimes, a hair's breadth can hold the terror of life and death. This sixteen feet distance has many uses."

Her words concealed a murderous intent. Last night, after speaking with He Wentian, she went to the side pavilion to observe Li Xian's actions. Although she was always deceived by Li Xian's sweet words when they were together, her rationality returned after a short separation. She knew Li Xian was cunning by nature; once he fell into her trap, how could he accept his fate? He spoke sweet words of lifelong devotion and unwavering loyalty, but in reality, he was plotting his escape. Therefore, she was secretly watching him, and if he made any unusual moves, she would severely punish him, even gouging out his eyes.

Seeing Li Xian consume the essence, he was slightly pleased. He then observed for a whole night, witnessing how Li Xian acquired the technique, how he used it, and how he combined it with his swordsmanship.

She knew all too well that Li Xian's "Golden Light Technique" far surpassed that of others. She also knew that Li Xian only knew the first part of the "Golden Light Recipe," not the detailed explanation in the second part. She thought, "This boy is unaware of the strength of his own Golden Light Technique; he still thinks he's no different from others. If I ask him directly, he certainly won't dare to hide anything and will tell me everything. But that's not fun. I'll test your loyalty. I'll first tell you about the sixteen-foot Golden Light, and see if your twenty-eight-foot Golden Light will also become a sixteen-foot Golden Light. Are you hiding your abilities and deliberately deceiving me?"

Upon hearing "a golden light of sixteen feet," Li Xian was immediately surprised: "So the golden light technique recorded in the recipe only allows one to leap sixteen feet. My twenty-eight-foot golden light is much stronger." He truthfully said, "Ah? A golden light of sixteen feet?"

Wen Caishang deliberately said, "Exactly. Sixteen feet of golden light... From ancient times to the present, all those who have obtained the golden light technique have a distance of sixteen feet."

Li Xian said, "Madam, I seem to be somewhat different." Wen Caishang pretended not to know, "You are different? In what way?"

Li Xian said, "I can leap two zhang and eight chi (approximately 6.6 meters)."

Wen Caishang's face lit up with joy, feeling both relieved and guilty. She exclaimed in surprise, "Oh? Why don't you give it a try?" Li Xian used the "Golden Light Technique," transforming into a stream of light and leaping a distance of 28 feet.

Although Wen Caishang knew that Li Xian was different from others, she was still very surprised to see him again. Since ancient times, those who have obtained the golden light by consuming Golden Scale, Yellow Ginseng, and Morning Dew have all grown to sixteen feet tall. Why is it that you are only twenty-eight feet tall?

Wen Caishang thought to herself, "Could my Li Lang really be so gifted? He possesses both a perfect face and double pupils. Two features in one body are rare in this world. It is indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. My husband must be just like that."

She was secretly pleased, feeling that the test was over, and asked truthfully, "Li Lang, why is your golden light so strong? Do you know the reason?"

Li Xian said, "I don't know either. I followed Madam's instructions and ate and drank the precious medicine as usual, and naturally I grew to twenty-eight feet tall. I thought all golden light was like this, but it was only after Madam reminded me that I realized it was special."

Wen Caishang chuckled and said, "Alas, my Li Lang, with such talent, you will surely surpass me someday."

Li Xian felt a chill run down his spine, thinking, "You old hag, my cultivation is close to yours, you're definitely up to no good again. How dare I surpass you?" He said, "The scenery of martial arts is indeed tempting. But I am more drawn to your soft embrace."

Wen Caishang's eyes lit up: "You, you're the most deceitful of all. If I believed you, I'm afraid you would have tricked me out of this outfit."

She enjoys sweet talk without questioning its truthfulness. When with Li Xian, she finds it difficult to use her wits. Sometimes, she even falls for his tricks.

She added, "Very well, there's no way to investigate this matter. Not everything in this world needs to be clearly understood. You have this good fortune, so make the most of it."

"Now that you have mastered the art of magic, as your half-master, I should explain things to you clearly."

Li Xian immediately asked for guidance. Wen Caishang replied, "The arts of magic are the mandate of heaven and earth, with infinite wonders, but using them consumes one's own energy."

"The arts of martial arts must be practiced according to one's ability. If they are used excessively or abused, there is a risk of exhaustion and death. Some people are born with abundant physical strength, making the application of arts of martial arts easier for them. It must be determined according to the individual."

"Furthermore, techniques can be practiced like martial arts, enhancing their skillful and ingenious applications. Take your Golden Light Technique, for example; your body transforms into a stream of light, leaping over ten feet. Shifting positions horizontally and vertically is extremely easy, requiring no intensive practice."

"But if there's a wall in front of you, could you possibly pass through it?"

Li Xian possessed both a "perfect appearance" and "double pupils," both of which were beneficial to his strength. Now fully recovered, he could use his magic without hindrance. Upon seeing a wall, he instantly transformed into golden light and leaped away.

A wall blocked the stream of light. Li Xian materialized and asked, "Madam, according to your instructions, if I practice diligently, I can then pass through walls using light?"

Wen Caishang did not answer, but said again, "There is a screen over there, try to walk through it."

The screen was woven from silk, exquisitely beautiful, and embroidered with phoenixes spreading their wings. When Li Xianxing arrived in front of the screen, his body transformed into a stream of light, which was also blocked by the screen, but hundreds of tiny halos of light passed through the gaps in the screen.

Li Xian's figure materialized, and he said, "I can't pass through it, but..." Wen Caishang said, "As far as I know, the golden light of magic can pass through the screen. The screen is made of woven silk threads, with tiny gaps inside. If you transform into golden light and can pass through the gaps and then gather again, you can pass through the screen and reach the inside."

"Similarly... if there are gaps or holes in this wall, if you control your golden light properly, you can pass through the gaps and tiny holes like a ray of light and enter the area inside the wall. But this requires practice."

Li Xian said, "I see."

Wen Caishang said, "Li Lang, use your Golden Light Technique to pass by me." Li Xian did as she was told, and in an instant, he leaped away in a beam of light. Wen Caishang smiled slightly and flicked her two fingers towards the flowing light.

The flowing light abruptly stopped, as if obstructed, and was pinched at the tip of Qian Caishang's slender fingers. The light still wanted to escape, but it was no match for the power of the two fingers, and had no choice but to gather again and take shape. It was then that Wen Caishang's gentle pinch had gripped Li Xian's wrist.

Wen Caishang laughed and said, "My body transforms into a stream of light, having form but no substance. Ordinary swords and blades can hardly cut through it, and ordinary fists and feet can hardly touch it. My move is called 'Spring-Intercepting Hand'."

"When practiced to a high level, one can capture a touch of spring in nature and keep it in one's hands. One of these techniques is called 'Retaining the Sun,' a move that can hold onto the halo of light."

"You shall see."

Wen Caishang flicked her sleeve. All the lamps in the courtyard went out, plunging the space into darkness. She rolled up her sleeve and gently pinched a sliver of moonlight, as if plucking a flower. The moonlight lingered on her fingertips, refusing to dissipate. Wen Caishang continued to use her techniques, pinching the light several times, until the moonlight in her palm was quite bright.

She flicked her sleeve again. The moonlight scattered with a "whoosh," and the courtyard was instantly brightened, the moonlight filling the entire room—a truly wondrous sight. Li Xian, witnessing this extraordinary skill, could only marvel and admire it.

She said, "This move counters your Golden Light Technique. Even if you transform into golden light, formless and unpredictable, I can still use 'Retaining Yang' with a single finger to capture the golden light at my fingertip and trap you there."

"You've just mastered the art, and it's understandable that you're happy. But you mustn't become complacent or overly reliant on it. As far as I know, there's a sect in Takio-do called the 'Sun-Chasing Blade School,' which has mastered a martial art called the 'Sun-Chasing Gap-Severing Blade.'"

"This martial art is said to be able to cut through light. If you were to use your Golden Light Technique in front of them, even if you were to transform into golden light, you would still be injured."

Deeply moved by the teachings, Li Xian's horizons broadened once more. He said, "Thank you for your instruction, Madam. If you hadn't taught me, I fear I would have suffered a loss in understanding this principle. The Golden Light Technique allows me to transform into a stream of light, moving swiftly and dodging, providing a means of self-preservation. But there are martial artists who can intercept, retain, sever, and break through the light..."

Wen Caishang smiled and said, "You have a very good comprehension, you understand things very quickly. It's good to know the strengths and weaknesses of each technique, but you don't need to favor one over the other. A martial artist's skills depend entirely on their own cultivation. You have the Golden Light technique, so if you encounter a martial artist of the third realm who doesn't know the Spring-Cutting Hand or the Sun-Chasing Blade, you can use the Golden Light to maneuver. Even if he is a realm higher than you, it won't be easy for him to defeat you. However, the Golden Light technique is extremely energy-consuming, and if it's a prolonged stalemate, you will ultimately suffer the loss."

Li Xian knew that Wen Caishang had imparted her combat experience, which he had kept firmly in mind and greatly appreciated. Wen Caishang continued, "Similarly... the Golden Light Technique is quite compatible with several martial arts. I have a scroll of 'Flick of Golden Light,' which is a mid-level martial art. If you like it, I can teach it to you."

Li Xianxi said happily, "Thank you, Madam."

Wen Caishang smiled softly, "There's no need for thanks between us. I felt so guilty for hurting you during the day. If you like it, take it." With a flick of her sleeve, a roll of paper lay quietly on the table.

Li Xian took the book and examined it, finding it profoundly complex. He felt both love and fear for Wen Caishang, thinking, "Why must it be me who encounters such a complicated situation? I don't want to let her down, but I also don't want her to hurt me. I must do everything in my power to surpass her and conquer her."

Li Xian put away the "Flick of Golden Light" and looked at the empty bed in the pavilion, saying, "This martial art is excellent, but I am greedy and now I would like to ask you to teach me the third level of swordsmanship."

Wen Caishang was elegant and graceful, with an outstanding temperament and pure affection. She was aware of the inner meaning of the matter. The third level of the Yin-Yang Immortal Couple Sword required two people to cultivate together. Instead of cultivating the sword, she cultivated love and desire.

She opened her arms to embrace me, her expression both joyful and alluring, passionate yet natural, and laughed, "If you want to learn, how could I not teach you?"

(End of this chapter)