Heart Sword

They say everyone has three urgent needs.

But what exactly are those three?

Simply put: piss, shit, and fart.

As mentioned before, the Xuanhuang Realm is about cultivation, not immortality, so there's no such thing as a fasting period.

This means the little fairies of the Xuanhuang Realm also have to...

Chu Huai Xu had solid physiological knowledge—he knew an adult male's bladder capacity was about 100 milliliters more than a female's.

That meant men were less prone to feeling the urge to urinate and could hold it longer.

Additionally, the male urethra was long and curved, which helped control the timing of urination.

In contrast, the female urethra was short and straight, making them more susceptible to external stimuli that triggered the urination reflex.

Thus, in certain special situations, they too would cry out, "I'm gonna pee, I'm gonna pee."

If their pelvic floor muscles were weak, it was even worse.

Chu Huai Xu knew this wasn't the time to keep joking around.

After all, this was a girl from the Xuanhuang Realm, not some seasoned veteran from Earth.

Sure, this Sister Han came from a brothel and the Joyful Sect, with plenty of theoretical knowledge and worldly experience.

But she rejected that past deeply, so some jokes would absolutely disgust her.

As a "half colleague," he was willing to give her "professional respect."

He just glanced at Han Shuangjiang's flushed, indignant face, said nothing, and quickly strode forward.

Further ahead, he deliberately stomped harder with each step, almost like he was stamping his feet, so she could hear his continuous footsteps and feel at ease.

Watching Chu Huai Xu's figure disappear from sight, she immediately walked forward to the farthest corner, then shed her robe and undergarments.

But the secret realm was too quiet.

So she could clearly hear the sound of flowing water herself.

As expected, Chu Huai Xu must have gone far by now—though breaking through acupoints had sharpened his five senses, he probably couldn't hear it anymore.

Yet as she listened to the water, she couldn't help but press her lips tightly together, her hands gripping her robe in a death hold, her pretty face blushing so red it seemed ready to drip blood.

She finished quickly, hastily pulled on her undergarments, and covered her round, plump, snow-white buttocks.

She yanked them up so hard that the undergarments clung tightly, skin-tight, revealing she was quite well-endowed.

Han Shuangjiang looked ahead and still heard some footsteps from within.

"How hard is he stomping?" The cold-faced girl lowered her head slightly, and for some reason, a smile broke through, melting the ice.

After straightening her outer robe, she began walking inward. At first, her steps were quick, but then she slowed down.

Especially when she spotted Chu Huai Xu's figure.

No help for it—she was still a bit embarrassed.

But then the man said, none too kindly, "Walking so slow? Hurry up, hurry up—I'm a bit urgent too. At the next fork, you go first too. No peeking, I'm warning you."

"Who'd want to look at you?" Han Shuangjiang immediately put on a cold face again, her tone icy, as if utterly exasperated with him.

But all the awkwardness vanished in an instant.

The path was quite long. She noticed Chu Huai Xu hadn't sped up at all, keeping a steady, unhurried pace.

That made her realize he probably wasn't actually urgent—he was likely deliberately easing the tension.

At that thought, Han Shuangjiang couldn't help but take a deep look at his back.

"Always putting pressure on me, but this fox has some conscience," she thought.

When they reached the new fork, Chu Huai Xu didn't actually go pee, as if he'd forgotten about it.

Han Shuangjiang was already a bit conditioned. She glanced at the fork and said, "Let's go left again."

She was about to step forward when Chu Huai Xu suddenly grabbed her arm.

"Hold on," he said, frowning.

"What's wrong?" Han Shuangjiang tensed up too.

"I feel like something's off," he said, looking ahead.

"In what way?" she asked.

Chu Huai Xu's brow gradually relaxed, and a smile spread across his face.

"Interesting."

"I know what's going on!"

He declared loudly, "This isn't a maze at all—this is nothing but an illusionary realm!"

The moment he spoke, it was as if the whole world began to crumble.

Everything around them started shattering, like a mirror cracking, with irregular fissures spreading in every direction.

Harsh light streamed through those cracked openings, forcing their eyes shut.

Until those fragments turned to dust, the blinding glare robbed them of sight.

When their vision slowly returned, the two stood on a vast expanse of gray flagstones.

"Is this the eleventh fork?" Han Shuangjiang asked in surprise.

"Yes." Chu Huai Xu smiled knowingly.

He'd found it strange earlier—after reaching this clearing and picking one of six paths, the map refused to expand, as if frozen.

So it wasn't that my level was too low and I got locked out of permissions.

Turns out we'd been circling this entire clearing endlessly, never once leaving this area.

Chu Huai Xu glanced behind him. Ten paths converged here.

"So no matter which path we chose at the Secret Realm's entrance, we'd all end up here?" he voiced his guess.

He turned to Han Shuangjiang with a teasing grin. "Big Ice Block, I told you—you're my lucky star."

"Hm?" She met his blazing gaze, shifting her eyes slightly, puzzled.

Chu Huai Xu explained: "Because earlier, didn't we run into ten forks?"

"Didn't you leave marks every time you made a choice?"

"We never got lost in there."

"If my reasoning's right—all ten entrances to the Secret Realm lead here—then the others are probably still trapped in the maze ahead."

"Some forks had two choices, some three, some four."

"That shows how tangled it is."

"Ten choices total, and you picked right every single time."

Han Shuangjiang was stunned by her own feat. "Really?"

If Chu Huai Xu trusted her that much, she didn't trust herself.

"And maybe the earlier parts were an Illusionary realm too?" She still doubted.

Chu Huai Xu naturally wouldn't tell her that his map had been recording and saving data the whole time.

He just shook his head, saying nothing more.

He was shocked himself.

"Ten out of ten—is this the terror of bearing immense luck?" Chu Huai Xu's scalp tingled.

Now, he scanned the area and noticed a puddle of water on the flagstones not far to the left.

It stood out sharply since everywhere else was bone-dry.

Han Shuangjiang followed his gaze, instantly plunged back into social mortification—her eyes flustered, cheeks burning.

Luckily, Chu Huai Xu looked away quickly. What was there to stare at, anyway?

Right now, something else mattered more.

The moment he'd said "Illusionary realm," something shifted inside him.

His Spirit Fetus was the Heart Sword.

In his Sea of Consciousness floated a pitch-black sword.

Chu Huai Xu had always felt it was connected to his will, alive with spirit.

Yet it was also lifeless, dragging along in a half-dead state.

To this day, he had no idea what it could do.

But the instant he'd spoken "Illusionary realm" with certainty, that small black sword in his Sea of Consciousness trembled—barely perceptibly.

Once. Just once.

And then the entire Illusionary realm shattered, as if by coincidence.

—As if it could Cut through all illusions.

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