novelraw Chapter 31: Senior Sister Is on Her Way on a Crane
Chapter 31: Senior Sister Is on Her Way on a Crane
Pei Yuhang blocked all incoming Divine Sense messages, letting Bai Jingjing rant by herself.
Perhaps realizing that Pei Yuhang was completely ignoring her, or maybe having simply tired herself out, Bai Jingjing left one last threat, "Hmph. We'll see if you can still go home so calmly tonight," and then went silent.
Free from Bai Jingjing's disturbance, Pei Yuhang focused on his Sword Control. He soon flew across most of the Xuanyuan Dao Sect and spotted the venue for tonight's banquet—Guoxin Island.
This was an island supported by several Floating Arrays, allowing it to hang suspended in the sky. Even before he drew near, a faint, enchanting fragrance of flowers and fruit drifted toward him on the wind.
This island was home to all kinds of precious fruit trees, many of which were hard to find outside the Xuanyuan Dao Sect—some were even thought to be extinct. It was the Sect's orchard, opened only for major events.
To be able to grow so many Spirit Fruits, the density of Spiritual Qi on the island was understandably immense. Pei Yuhang took just one breath on the outskirts and felt his entire body invigorated.
He didn't pass up this opportunity to cultivate. He began to silently activate the Nascent Soul in his Sea of Consciousness and the Golden Core in his Dantian, siphoning the surrounding Spiritual Qi.
'The density of this Spiritual Qi... it's probably no less than the secret chamber of Spirit Bricks I built for Liyuan. If only I could bring her here to recuperate.'
Unfortunately, that was just a thought.
After all, this was the first time even he had been invited here, which spoke volumes about the island's importance.
Pei Yuhang remembered the last time Guoxin Island had opened. He had still been in the Golden Core Stage back then, so he certainly hadn't been qualified for a ticket in. All he could do was listen to his master's stories when the old man came back drunk.
His master had even brought back four strange fruits from Guoxin Island, giving one each to him, Senior Sister Lu, Junior Sister Ye, and Junior Sister Nangong.
The fruit was sweet and delicious, and after eating it, his long-stagnant cultivation had advanced a great deal. But what left the deepest impression on Pei Yuhang was the cheerful laughter they all shared when he, his master, and his fellow disciples were together.
Unfortunately, those warm reunions were lost forever after his master vanished in the Endless Sea and he and Junior Sister Ye became Dao Companions.
'Once Liyuan's health improves a little, I'll take her to visit Senior Sister Lu and Junior Sister Nangong...'
...…
"Fellow Daoist Jin, your physique is so strong~"
A loose, light-purple dress hung precariously on Yan Yaoyao, revealing a sliver of her shoulder and deep cleavage.
She boldly placed a finger on the marble-hard chest of the fellow daoist she had just met, Jin Zicheng. After giving his muscles a firm poke, she covered her mouth and cooed in admiration.
The female cultivators Jin Zicheng usually associated with were all reserved. When had he ever encountered such a forward display?
He instantly felt a rush of heat to his head. Excited, he slapped his own ridiculously large pecs and laughed heartily.
"Hahaha, Immortal Yan, I, Jin, am a cultivator who reached the Nascent Soul stage through Body Forging! This body of steel and iron is stronger than even that of the average Dragon Race member. Of course I'm strong!"
"Not even the Dragon Race, whose physiques are renowned throughout the Three Realms? You're so amazing, Brother Jin~!"
That one coquettish "Brother Jin" was all it took to get him hooked.
He grinned foolishly, thinking, 'This Witch from the Yin Yang Sacred Land is really something else. So much better than those so-called fairies of the Righteous Dao who'd draw a sword on you for a single extra glance. She's a feast for the eyes, and she knows just what to say... It almost makes me want to defect to the enemy.'
A fellow daoist at his side, unable to watch any longer, silently sent a Divine Sense message to Jin Zicheng:
[Fellow Daoist Jin, snap out of it! She's a Yin Yang Dao Female Cultivator who specializes in seducing men. Don't fall for her wicked scheme and let her harvest you!]
Jin Zicheng was instantly displeased to hear this.
How could he not know that she wanted to harvest his body, which was brimming with vigorous qi and blood? But—
'I'm more than willing to indulge!'
'Since this Witch is so eager to advance her cultivation, then I, Jin, shall do her the favor of helping her along!'
'It'll go down as a wonderful story of a Xuanyuan Dao Sect disciple helping a female cultivator from the Yin Yang Sacred Land achieve progress.'
With this in mind, Jin Zicheng replied to his well-meaning fellow daoist:
[Don't you worry, Fellow Daoist. My body is strong; I'm not afraid of being harvested. Tonight, in my chambers, I shall use this powerful physique, tempered over a hundred years of hard training, to vanquish evil and defend the Dao!]
His fellow daoist: ...
After dismissing the fellow daoist at his side, Jin Zicheng turned back to Yan Yaoyao, an irrepressible grin spreading across his face.
"Um, Immortal Yan, how about we admire the moon and drink wine together later?
Ahem, my residence is quite close to Guoxin Island. If you get drunk, Immortal Yan, and you don't mind... you could spend the night at my place..."
Jin Zicheng was in the middle of his invitation, but Yan Yaoyao's earlier warmth had vanished. She didn't answer him, instead turning her head to stare intently in another direction.
"Peng Sword Immortal~!"
Yan Yaoyao cried out coquettishly and, completely ignoring Jin Zicheng, flew on her sword toward a white-clothed Sword Cultivator not far away.
Jin Zicheng's expression froze as he watched Yan Yaoyao's abrupt departure.
Faintly, from within those massive, solid pecs, came the sound of a heart breaking.
Seeing this, the fellow daoist patted his shoulder and said with the worldly air of one who had seen it all, "Fellow Daoist Jin, these female cultivators who practice the Yin Yang Dao have always been the most passionate and, at the same time, the most heartless."
"You'll get used to it."
Jin Zicheng frowned slightly. "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist... I, Jin, haven't developed any feelings. I'm not going to be devastated just because I missed out on a night of passion."
"It's just... if Immortal Yan was looking for a target to harvest through dual cultivation, shouldn't a Body Cultivator like me, whose Yang Qi is at its Peak, be the best choice?
Why would she go after that flimsy white-clothed Sword Cultivator? You can't squeeze much Primordial Yang out of a small frame like his, can you?"
Hearing this, the fellow daoist's expression turned strange.
"You don't know who that Sword Cultivator is?"
"I don't. I, Jin, only ascended to the Xuanyuan Dao Sect from a subordinate sect in the last two years. I'm not familiar with many things... Is he famous?"
"He's the man whose fame once surpassed that of the current Saint Son, Chen Tiansheng. It's a real shame, actually... He was once so dazzling, but who would have thought he'd give up a brilliant future that was right within his grasp, all for the sake of his Dao Companion.
In the end, he was just a flash in the pan, like a shooting star. A pity, such a pity."
The fellow daoist spoke with a hint of disappointment, as if lamenting wasted potential. In his view, cultivators lived for an incredibly long time, so it was perfectly normal to grow tired of a Dao Companion and find a new one.
He never imagined that the Cold Sun Sword Immortal, Pei Yuhang, would actually be willing to hang himself on a single tree.
'What a waste of that handsome face, which could charm any female cultivator,' he thought.
Jin Zicheng was still curious and about to ask more when he suddenly smelled an elegant, medicinal fragrance. He turned his head to see a cyan-robed fairy riding an Immortal Crane, tearing through the sky toward them. Her beautiful eyes held a chilling killing intent.