I am a high-level martial arts master.

Within the Realm of Condensed Moon, all was utterly silent.

The moonlight overhead was like a ribbon, flowing quietly over the rocks and branches of the cassia tree.

Moonlight filters through the frost-covered water droplets on the branches, reflecting a faint, serene glow.

The Cold Pool is located at the bottom of a circular mountain valley. The water in the pool is not transparent, but rather has a deep blue color resembling a frozen starry night.

A chill rose in wisps, causing the surrounding air to distort slightly.

Ye Li's steps were somewhat casual and unsteady after drinking as he walked straight to the edge of the pool, but the scenery before him made him lose his composure.

In the center of the pool.

A figure as bright as the moon stood with its back to him, half-submerged in the cold pool.

Her cascading hair clung to her smooth, jade-like back, meandering into the water's surface. Tiny ice crystals clung to the ends, shimmering in the moonlight. The water barely reached her waist; the dark blue pool, like silk, gently enveloped her waist, yet could not completely conceal her breathtakingly beautiful curves. Her waist was slender and supple, the downward curve of her hips full and flowing, exuding a sacred yet forbidden allure reflected in the cold pool. Ye Li's gaze involuntarily drifted upwards, landing on the water's surface.

Glistening water droplets rolled down the lines of the shoulders and neck, glided over the delicate collarbone, and finally disappeared into the rippling heart of the water.

The moonlight clearly outlined the woman's full, rounded breasts as she turned to the side.

It was only a fleeting glimpse; the jade peak was lifted by the water's waves, half-floating on the surface.

Her fair skin, reflected in the deep blue pool and the cool moonlight, was dazzlingly white and so tender it seemed as if you could squeeze water out of it.

On the smooth, dark ice rocks on the shore, her elegant Taoist robe with cloud patterns and her close-fitting silk undergarment were neatly stacked.

The unique, cool fragrance of the stunning woman before him mingled with the chilling aura of the icy pool, seeping into Ye Li's innate senses. This scene... was incredibly impactful!

Beneath her serene and aloof exterior, like that of a fairy from the moon, lies a breathtaking and almost eerie allure.

Her graceful figure, usually concealed by a wide robe, was now fully exposed in the cold moonlit pool.

The trail of the rolling water droplets, the plumpness half-hidden on the water's surface, the delicate skin flushed a light red under the combined effects of the chill and the effects of the alcohol...

Especially when she slightly turned her head, her brows furrowed as if sensing the movement behind her, and her eyes, usually as clear and cold as an autumn pool, were now misty with a layer of watery vapor due to the slight intoxication of the wine.

The corners of her eyes were tinged with a light red, revealing a languid yet alluring charm she had never shown before.

Aloofness and allure, purity and desire—two completely opposite qualities intertwine within her, creating a stunningly beautiful sight that could make any man's blood boil.

As the effects of the alcohol took hold, Ye Li became completely absorbed in the scene.

The scenery before him was picturesque, a unique beauty belonging only to this place, a beauty that only Ye Li could appreciate, and one that would be hard to see again in the future.

Just as Ye Li was lost in thought, a clear and elegant voice came from the cold pool:

"Nephew Ye, have you seen enough?"

The sound pulled Ye Li away from the stunning beauty before him. Since he had already been discovered, Ye Li simply accepted it.

He had assumed that after discovering his spying, the aloof and arrogant Elder Fuyao would be furious and unleash a thunderous punishment to severely punish him.

Surprisingly, the other party's reaction was calm.

Shen Qinglian's voice held no anger, only a hint of helplessness, like that of a magnanimous and forgiving senior, the last syllable still carrying a captivating, drunken slur. Now, emboldened by the alcohol, he too dared to be so bold, his gaze fixed intently on her, his words honest:

"I definitely haven't seen enough."

"Elder Fuyao is exceptionally beautiful. This is a golden opportunity; to not appreciate it would be to be unromantic and waste this moonlit, cold pool." Shen Qinglian: ...

Ye Li's bluntness surprised them, and they fell into a brief silence.

As if unable to bear the gaze that almost burned her skin, her snow-white skin gradually turned red, and her alluring figure sank inch by inch into the dark blue pool, leaving only her snow-white swan neck visible.

In the pool, Shen Qinglian turned her head to gaze at Ye Li, a hint of helplessness towards the unruly junior in her eyes:

"You're quite bold. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"This junior was also surprised by Elder Fuyao's reaction. He was already prepared to be killed by the elder in revenge. At the moment of death, he simply took advantage of the situation." Taking advantage of his drunkenness, Ye Li acted like a cunning and opportunistic person.

He smiled憨厚ly, sat cross-legged by the pool, and began to chat.

Shen Qinglian said calmly, "The sect leader saved my life, and you are his only disciple and the future of the immortal sect's revival. How could I possibly harm you? Besides, I am already an old man of nearly a thousand years. Where is my peerless beauty now?"

"Elder, you flatter me," Ye Li quickly replied.

"Grandmasters live for ten thousand years, while you are only a thousand years old. If you were a mortal who lives for no more than a hundred years, you would be only ten years old."

Seemingly amused by the boy's analogy, Shen Qinglian's face unconsciously revealed a faint smile that could outshine everything else:

"And you? Six years old?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Ye Li nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Seeing Ye Li getting more and more engrossed in their conversation, seemingly intending to stay there until she emerged from her bath, Shen Fuyao couldn't help but offer a word of advice:

"Your talent is so exceptional now, you must not indulge in women so much."

"If someone with exceptional talent can't be obsessed with women, then I wouldn't be exceptionally talented, would I?"

Ye Li retorted with a grin, but the next moment Shen Qinglian slowly rose from the pool.

Subconsciously, Ye Li's eyes widened, his breath hitched slightly, and anticipation gradually rose within him:

"Could it be?"

Unfortunately, no.

In front of Ye Li, every inch Shen Qinglian's figure emerged was covered by clothing of the corresponding material.

As his figure rose higher and higher in the pool, until finally, dressed in a Taoist robe and barefoot, he stepped on the water, his slender, jade-like feet creating ripples in the water.

Seeing the disappointment on Ye Li's face, Shen Qinglian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of smugness:

"Junior Nephew Ye, this is a manifestation of your insufficient cultivation. What I don't want you to see, you can't see at all."

"With your current mere first-stage innate cultivation, if I were to use my charm technique, I could make you lick me with just a flick of my toe."

"Tch, do you think I won't lick my toes unless you use your charm?"

Ye Li inwardly pursed his lips, but seeing the other woman's graceful figure, he ultimately composed himself and said:

"Respectfully seeing Elder Fuyao off as he emerges from his bath."

Shen Qinglian silently rolled her eyes at this sly little brat and said:

"This pool of water is for you. Wash off the smell of alcohol. I'm leaving now."

After speaking, Shen Qinglian turned her back to Ye Li and walked out of the cold pool, but suddenly heard a voice behind her:

"Thank you for the water, Elder. I won't stand on ceremony then."

Ye Li's voice almost startled him so much that he stumbled.

Somewhat worried that Ye Li might do something as shameless as drinking directly from the icy pool, Shen Qinglian quickened her pace and left without looking back. After immersing himself in the icy pool and gradually suppressing his drunkenness, Ye Li finally remembered what he had just done:

"They're pushing their luck, taking advantage of Elder Fuyao's tolerance to keep pushing forward. They might do it again next time!"

A thrill of flirting with danger surged from the bottom of his heart, after all, Ye Li was the kind of person who knew he was wrong but never corrected it.

Sometimes, if you don't push your luck a little, you might miss out on something you'll regret later.

Meanwhile, a cold wind swept through Ningyue. Shen Qinglian stepped into the palace, her face expressionless, but her inner self was already as hot as magma.

Shen Fuyao's "cold on the outside, hot on the inside" attribute cannot withstand external stimuli and requires her to be distracted to suppress the internal heat and alcohol fumes.

Her half-baked "cold on the outside, hooky on the inside" entry had an even more severe effect.

After drinking the Drunken Immortal Brew, which even Grandmasters would get slightly tipsy, he unexpectedly encountered Ye Li in the icy pool.

Shen Qinglian couldn't help but rub her forehead. Ningyue Realm was deserted year-round, so she had overlooked Ye Li's matter.

Thinking of their almost flirtatious conversation in the pool, fueled by their drunkenness, a slightly burning sensation rose within him.

The attempt to suppress the effects of the alcohol in Han Tan was interrupted halfway through, forcing Shen Qinglian to hastily return. Her mind was still somewhat hazy.

Gazing at the dripping water from the clock face, Shen Qinglian felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her.

In her hazy state, the woman vaguely saw her experiences from her youth, but was interrupted by a call the next moment:

"Master?"

As consciousness returned, Shen Qinglian looked at her foolish disciple in front of her, and sighed with a touch of melancholy as she gently rubbed her forehead:

"Why are you suddenly coming to see me now?"

"Master, I'm preparing to break through to the Innate Realm."

A serious expression appeared on Shen Fuyao's face. After watching the competition, she was also aroused in her competitive spirit.

Not only her, but others such as Tianchen, Xiao Jue, and Yu Qing, who had almost finished honing their skills in the Acquired Realm, were also making the same plan, intending to break through in the next few days.

With their natural talent and the sect's abundant resources, their breakthrough is almost guaranteed.

The only difference is how real the potential is after the breakthrough, with no risk whatsoever.

Seeing Fuyao's solemn expression, Shen Qinglian suddenly remembered this matter, and a smile immediately appeared on her face as she said:

"No problem. Once you break through, I will arrange for you to go down the mountain for training."

Having received her master's permission, Shen Fuyao immediately smiled and happily left Ningyue Pool.

Seeing that her foolish apprentice had left, Shen Qinglian's gaze returned to its tranquil state.

But she was no longer sleepy. She sighed softly and stared at the clock face with dripping water in the pool in front of her, waiting for time to pass.

The incomplete nature of her internal cultivation level prevented her from ever breaking through to the Martial Saint realm.

Once one reaches the Grandmaster level, further cultivation becomes unnecessary.

For hundreds of years, in this desolate and cold realm of Ningyue, she spent most of her days guarding the ticking clock of time, gradually growing accustomed to solitude. Meanwhile, Ye Li rose from the icy pool.

The chill completely dispelled the effects of the alcohol, and also took away the alluring heat that had arisen in my heart from glimpsing such beauty.

Ye Li rose from the icy pool, his true essence circulating to evaporate the water vapor. He casually draped an outer robe over his shoulders and sped towards the Crimson Gold Palace. The chill of the pool made him especially long for Jiang Xiyue's warm and soft embrace.

Night had fallen, and the crimson-gold hall was quiet, with only the faint crimson-gold glow emanating from the hall itself barely illuminating the path.

Ye Li made his way to Jiang Xiyue's room with practiced ease, pondering how to comfort his long-lost lover.

Upon entering, the room was dimly lit.

All that could be seen was the graceful outline of the brocade quilt on the bed, as if the beauty was already fast asleep.

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