Purple Haze Lays the Foundation; Sunflower Reaches the Pinnacle

Lin Pingzhi stood rooted to the spot, his mind blank, while Lin Zhennan unconsciously lowered his gaze.

This martial art seemed to possess a strange magic. Every word was a gem, every line striking straight at the depths of a martial artist's heart.

But after today's battle, Lin Zhennan had comprehended the righteous path his ancestors had left behind. His martial arts were now in a period of rapid advancement; every time he reflected or practiced, he gained something.

Thus, after roughly four or five breaths, he still managed to break free from the sword manual's temptation.

Even so, his back was drenched in cold sweat.

He had nearly drawn his sword to remove the bell.

Yue Buqun, peering down through the gaps between the roof tiles, was likewise covered in cold sweat. He had even unconsciously loosened his waistband. Fortunately, Lin Zhennan put away the cassock in time.

Still shaken, he thought, Damn it! I almost lost the ability to be honest with my junior sister again.

Inside a guest room of the Fuwei Escort Agency, Li Lin, seated cross-legged, clicked his tongue. He had thought he would witness the birth of three sisters tonight.

Inside the brightly lit room.

"Father, what are you doing?" Seeing his father draw his sword, Lin Pingzhi hurriedly bent over to protect his manhood.

"I—" Lin Zhennan laughed in fury. "I'm going to destroy this demonic art, not castrate myself!"

"This is our family's ancestral divine skill!" Lin Pingzhi hurriedly rose and pressed himself over the cassock.

Lin Zhennan grabbed him by the collar. "You little wretch! You have a righteous path before you, yet you insist on ruining your manhood!"

"Father, you're confused!" Lin Pingzhi struggled. "We can let Young Master Li see it. He could create the miraculous art of using