Demon Sword Immortal

Bai Zhuqing then dressed in an antique style, wearing a light blue rolled-up white ancient skirt, her hair was combed into two flat buns, and a layer of bangs hung down in front of her forehead, making her look exceptionally charming and lovely.

Unconsciously, Bai Xiang's gaze fell downwards. Sure enough, she saw Bai Zhuqing wearing the usual white silk stockings, her two small feet wrapped in silk fabric and curled up in sandals, the white skin faintly revealing flesh.

"aunt?"

Perhaps because she was standing there blocking the wind, Bai Zhuqing groggily opened her eyes and woke up. Upon seeing her, she immediately beamed and jumped up to hug her, exclaiming, "We've finally waited for Auntie to come!"

As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.

Bai Xiang discovered that after her trip to the Bai family ancestral home and seeing someone like Liang Wanming, she actually found Bai Zhuqing more agreeable.

At least she's not the kind of person who's unreasonable or difficult.

He was a bit abnormal in some ways, but at least he didn't hold me back. He was reasonable and even knew Nuo Di Sanskrit, which contributed to my successful transformation of Qi.

If she really doesn't want anything more, then maintaining this relationship is fine.

Thinking this way, Bai Xiang didn't push her away, letting her frolic in his arms and wanting to see if she would dislike the smell on him.

What is the taste?

The smell of blood.

She was still wearing her tight-fitting battle suit, which had been stained with blood several times, and the smell of blood was impossible to wash off.

When meeting adults, those people don't really care, but Bai Zhuqing is a genuine child, so it's hard to guarantee she won't feel disgusted.

"Hmm~"

Bai Zhuqing frowned slightly at first, but soon she became intoxicated by the faint fragrance emanating from the fishy smell.

Is this hair fragrance?

Is it the scent of sweat? Or body odor?

How can Auntie's chest smell so good... it's irresistible!

"stand up."

Bai tried to test her by pulling her loose braid from behind.

"Come inside, and I will pass on the ancestral teachings to you."

To be honest, Bai Zhuqing deserves a lot of credit for Bai Xiang's ability to return after transforming into Qi.

It wasn't just because she knew Nuodi Sanskrit and helped translate the "Chaoyuan Huaqi Jing" that she was able to do so; it was also because she had a unique affinity for the Shenming Sword, which helped Bai Xiang to notice the heresy of the sword moves early on.

With such a great contribution, Bai Xiang naturally had to repay the favor.

After meeting her two uncles, she stopped being in a hurry about 'non-heaven' because she suddenly had a spiritual realization: she understood what 'human reason' truly meant.

This has always been a very general concept.

Some say it's from the classics, others from the Daoist scriptures.

But now Bai Xiang believes that 'human reason' is the social ethics under the rule of man.

Live for the sake of human relationships.

He died for the sake of morality.

Without this level of conviction, how could one withstand the erosion of demonic power and maintain one's true self in sword cultivation?

So she does indeed have a slightly different attitude towards Bai Zhuqing now.

Bai Zhuqing was someone who could memorize Bai Xiang's every word and action, constantly comparing and contrasting them. She immediately sensed the change in her sister's attitude towards her.

My first reaction was, of course, ecstasy.

I'm betting, I went all in, and the result isn't a 'regression'? It's not?

There's even 'progress'? There's actually 'progress'?

win.

Big win!

Bai Zhuqing felt quite elated, thinking to himself that if their relationship could "progress" a little bit every now and then, wouldn't the day when his sister shyly stretched out her black-stockinged feet for him to play with... not be far off?

Thinking of this, she suddenly found Bai Xiang's clothes an eyesore.

It looks beautiful, but how can it be without the most important thing!

"Auntie, please wait a moment."

She didn't even hear the Taoist teachings Bai was trying to tell her before she jumped up.

"Auntie has been working hard for many days, and her clothes are so tattered. I'll go boil some water for her to take a bath, and then get some clothes—?"

The last syllable of her voice was drawn out, but Bai Xiang grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back. She tripped and fell flat on her back on the bed.

That pose is really indecent.

Bai Xiang frowned, feeling somewhat helpless about how to discipline the younger generation.

Merged memories are useless.

Bai Zhuqing is currently in her adolescence, and she has no experience with this kind of rebellious child.

Just then, she caught a glimpse of her younger sister's white-stockinged little feet sticking up, and a thought struck her: there are many acupoints on the soles of the feet.

The Divine Sword, in essence, boils down to one word: 'vibration'.

If you won't listen to my reasoning, then don't blame me for being direct.

Thinking of this, Bai Xiang immediately grabbed Bai Zhuqing's two slender ankles, holding one in each hand.

Huh?

Bai Zhuqing was stunned when she saw this, and her whole face turned bright red with embarrassment.

This...this is impossible...

Before I could even touch my sister's feet, my own feet were touched first!

Go against Tiangang!

Bai Zhuqing's mind was filled with these four words.

Unexpectedly, Bai Xiang pressed his thumb deep into the flesh of her sole and began to transmit vibrations through it using the "vibration technique".

Huh?

Eh?

With a soft moan, Bai Zhuqing collapsed, her face flushed and her whole body trembling, completely overwhelmed by the tingling sensation coming from the soles of her feet.

"Feel it carefully."

Bai Xiang, however, remained as serious as ever.

"This is the core essence of the Divine Cry Sword."

Chapter Eleven: The Demon Sword

Bai Zhuqing was pinched on the fingers and kicked by Bai Xiang, and his condition was obviously a bit abnormal. It was as if he had a lot of inexplicable emotions stuck in his throat and was desperately trying not to make a sound.

Bai could see that she was enduring, but she still did not slow down her strength and continued to output vibration.

Every time her younger sister tried to struggle, sometimes even using all her strength to suckle, she would plead with soft meows like a kitten. Bai Xiang remained indifferent, and every time Bai Zhuqing pleaded, she would increase the vibration.

This wasn't her way of punishing the girl; it was her way of saving her.

A sense of crisis is something that needs to be present from the very beginning.

Bai Xiang was very certain about the path she wanted to take in the future, and what kind of storms she wanted to witness and stir up. This determination was so firm that she could already foresee that if the entire Bai family could not keep up with her pace, they would surely meet a tragic end.

Bai Zhuqing's talent is not lacking, but her mindset is problematic. She spends most of her time obsessively following and observing Bai Xiang, while neglecting her studies.

Bai Xiang wanted to understand her thoughts.

If you can't even withstand a minor tingling or itching, and your mind is wandering and you can't even train your sword well, how can you possibly master it?

If she couldn't master the sword, she wouldn't be able to keep up with her pace. From then on, she could consider severing ties with Bai Zhuqing.

Getting too close to her is harming her.

And Bai Zhuqing did not disappoint her.

At first, the girl was filled with doubt and shy joy. The feeling was so mysterious that she couldn't help but wonder if Bai wanted to play some kind of 'game' with her.

When the feeling swept over her like a tsunami, she couldn't control herself. Her soul and consciousness were overwhelmed by the waves and swept away by them.

The impact was so sweet, so captivating. The tsunami-like waves seemed endless, repeating themselves indefinitely.

But halfway through, she saw Bai Xiang's face.

Her beloved Xiang'er... her aunt whom she jokingly called... her face was still as pretty and aloof as she remembered.

The only difference was in their eyes.

She saw alienation, consideration, expectation, and disappointment in those eyes.

Logically speaking, the human eye shouldn't be able to perceive so many complex and intertwined emotions. But Bai Zhuqing did see them—she immediately snapped out of her reverie and realized it was just her imagination and fantasy.

I knew it was wrong...

It was like piercing a windowpane, achieving the effect of "a thousand volumes of false teachings, but a single sentence of true wisdom." Having grasped the truth, Bai Zhuqing suddenly no longer felt that the tingling sensation was torment.

Her thoughts surged and wandered in an instant. She began to think, "The Taoist techniques that Sister Xiang'er is about to teach me, I'm afraid she obtained them through a life-or-death struggle, right?"

Then she thought, if she couldn't even seize such an opportunity, what if... in that future she had imagined many times, a future that no one dared to speak of, her beloved older sister would disappear?

At this point, Bai Zhuqing entered a strange state.

The more complex her thoughts became and the more factors she considered, the calmer her mind became. She even managed to maintain this state of mind and began to feel a unique flow of energy from the tingling sensation, and even tried to learn it.

Unbeknownst to her, Bai Xiang had already loosened his grip on her ankle.

Even so, Bai Zhuqing was still immersed in that unique and mysterious vibration frequency. Her feet and toes, wrapped in white socks, would tremble from time to time, as if she were making a clumsy imitation.

Although her eyes were still closed, her face was no longer red...

Bai Xiang observed silently from the side, making sure that his younger sister had truly calmed down. Only then did he let out a soft sigh of relief.

Not bad.

He passed several tests and was able to turn back in time even when faced with such a difficult situation.

Is it because she is blessed with good fortune, or because she is naturally compatible with herself?

Bai Xiang frowned, suddenly recalling the concept of complementarity in the Daoist classics.

At first glance, it really makes sense—first, she was raised by Bai Zhuqing's family out of kindness, then Bai Zhuqing helped her successfully transform her Qi, and finally, after she had learned a lot, she started to teach her master back home as an older sister... Isn't this also a kind of cycle of reason?

Falsehood.

Bai Xiang dismissed these thoughts and did not intend to delve too deeply into them.

Although she practices both Buddhism and Taoism, she doesn't intend to be too influenced by their teachings.

The truth is illusory.

Having witnessed the wickedness of people in the world of spiritual practice, Bai Xiang firmly believes that the only way to succeed in this world is through power!

Seeing that Bai Zhuqing was still experiencing flow with her eyes closed, Bai Xiang temporarily ignored her, turned around and sat down next to the small table, took off the 'Feixiangtian' sword with its sheath, and placed it on the table along with the small wooden box containing the 'Demon Transformation Pill'.

Clang...

As she drew her sword, a bright flash of light illuminated her face, perfectly covering the area around her eyes.

Bai Xiang pulled the sword out only a little before placing it back on the table. He then opened the wooden box, took out a 'Demon Transformation Pill,' and tried to place it flat on the exposed blade.

In his thoughts, that yearning will suddenly surged.

A miraculous scene unfolded: the sword blade spontaneously emitted an invisible sword aura, which twisted upwards and shattered the precious pill, transforming it into a massive and incredibly pure crimson demonic power. This power, like a red mist enveloping the body, was being rapidly devoured and absorbed by the sword!

Is that so...?

Despite having mentally prepared herself, Bai Xiang was still surprised when she actually saw this scene unfold before her eyes.

When it was still the Zhenyuan Sword embryo, it never exhibited such characteristics.

Could it really be a mutation?

Is the creation process of a sword like the Jade Phoenix Sword a matter of 'fortuitous encounter, the blessing of a human soul, the forging of essence and blood, and the gift of heaven and earth'?