Late-Night Rendezvous with an Audience is the Most Exciting, Of Course

Heavenly Sword Peak enjoys perpetual spring, with few days experiencing snow.

The mountain summit is rarely visited.

This is a place Heavenly Sword Peak disciples are strictly forbidden from going.

The sword peak pierces the clouds, with a ten-thousand-zhang cliff below.

Ye Qingxian found a large rock and sat down on the edge of the cliff.

What kind of person Ye Xiaoyao was in her memory.

Recalling memories related to her Junior Sister.

Ye Qingxian found she only remembered fragments, vaguely recalling a well-behaved and strong girl who always wore a smile, no matter who in the sect gave her a hard time.

Such a well-behaved person would do something rebellious.

Whose fault it was, was already self-evident.

After organizing her thoughts, Ye Qingxian stood up, radiating killing intent once more.

Her gaze turned to the palace beside her; her master was in seclusion inside.

After hesitating several times, she still did not tell the Heavenly Sword Venerable about this matter.

Her gaze swept down the mountain, her eyes distant like a bottomless, dark pool.

No matter who it is, when they are at their wit's end, they will instinctively confide in the person they trust the most, choosing to rely on the one they believe in most.

Who was Ye Xiaoyao's most trusted person?

The answer was already self-evident.

The image of the young girl stumbling away flashed in her mind.

The net is already cast, if you dare to show yourself again, prepare to hand over your head.

Night deepened.

My own cave dwelling was a little too quiet.

I stayed above the swing, swaying gently with the breeze.

The night was very dark, with a corner of the sky showing behind the clouds.

Perhaps because Heavenly Sword Peak was so high, I could never see where the moon was.

Gradually, I thought about things before I came to Heavenly Sword Peak.

What color was the sky outside the Cultivation World?

It was a bit... I couldn't quite remember.

Few people knew that I wasn't a native of the Cultivation World at all.

The natives of the Highest Cultivation World were everywhere, full of prodigies and powerhouses.

A stray dog by the roadside could have a four-spirit root.

For mortals to come to this world, they would need to ascend at least four times.

One world possessed thirteen realms, but this Highest Cultivation World alone had fourteen.

A continuous accumulation of Level Five worlds.

Currently, the Cultivation World boasted a grand total of sixty-six realms.

In the myriad worlds below, a single city, a single country, or even an era might have only one protagonist, ascending under the gaze of all.

The legendary stories, only to discover after ascending that they were merely the most ordinary members of a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers, had long since become the true depiction of the Cultivation World.

The Highest Cultivation World had another name.

Supreme Heaven.

Just how poor was my talent?

Perhaps even in the lowest-tier worlds, I would be among the very bottom-most cultivators.

On the swing, my jade hand was raised slightly, resting on my soft abdomen.

A gentleness flickered in my eyes, and I suddenly closed them, as if feeling the heartbeat of my little one.

At Qi Refining Third Layer, one already possessed divine sense.

I could hear her heartbeat.

"Talent?"

I slowly spread my arms, facing the darkness before me.

I was probably still a bit chuunibyou.

In my fantasy, all the darkness I embraced would submit.

Rumble.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck from the horizon.

At the highest point of Heavenly Sword Peak, a supreme, illusory figure suddenly opened its eyes, a bad feeling stirring within its heart.

She pinched her fingers to calculate and summoned a servant to understand the recent situation, but couldn't deduce the source of the feeling.

This shouldn't be happening.

Her plan should have gone without a hitch.

The heavy pressures of life can grind away all of a person's fighting spirit.

After all, for those who are constantly struggling to make a living, where would they find the energy to harbor grand ambitions?

Ordinary life is the reality for countless people.

In the vast Cultivation World, among the myriad of living beings.

The repetitive cycle of day after day will make anyone weary and struggling truly believe in their own mediocrity.

Everyone is born the sole protagonist of their own life.

But.

Once you accept the fact of your own mediocrity.

From then on.

You become merely a robot, endlessly repeating today's life.

This was the Heavenly Sword Venerable's complete plan.

After a long while, she closed her eyes, suppressing that flicker of unease.

It was probably just her imagination.

The little loli in her divine sense was still achieving nothing, still stuck at the first realm, Qi Refining Third Layer. Her future awaited her with endless spiritual fields to tend and endless complicated sect affairs to handle. A person with no time to cultivate, how could they possibly have the time to think about how to destroy the world in the future?

The invincible Demon King of the future, the strongest in the highest world, couldn't be defeated.

In the hands of the Heavenly Sword Venerable, he was nothing more than this.

This was the method of the strongest time administrator, like boiling a frog in warm water, capable of eliminating a future powerful enemy without a trace.

Outside the cave dwelling, disciples bustled past.

Even at night, many cultivators were still busy on Heavenly Sword Peak.

I took out a Communication Talisman.

[Senior Brother, Xiao Yao can't sleep.]

[I... miss you.]

On the other side, Jian Wushuang had been agonizing over when she could finally win over her Junior Sister. The next moment, she received an unexpected surprise.

A late-night rendezvous, beneath the moon and amidst the flowers.

It was the perfect time to express some concern.

When a person is emotionally vulnerable, it's easiest for others to take advantage under the guise of concern.

She had already imagined in her mind the scene of the young girl throwing herself into her arms, tearfully confessing her feelings.

The Ghost Fire Flying Sword was already out.

It would still take nearly two months to win her over.

She had to admit, she was worthy of being her Junior Sister, the most troublesome person she had ever encountered.

Normally, she had encountered troublesome, rational female cultivators before.

She usually gave up on most of them early on, rarely letting things drag on for more than two months.

But with Ye Xiaoyao, she could always see a glimmer of hope, as if it was just a little bit away, making her unwilling to give up so easily.

The sunk cost was astonishing; even a hunter could become deeply entangled.

If this dragged on for a few more months, Jian Wushuang would suspect her Junior Sister was a seasoned player, a manipulative flirt even more experienced than herself.

Fortunately, today, she finally saw results.

Jian Wushuang looked at the water mirror in front of her, tidied her appearance, slicked back her short blonde hair, and carrying the Ghost Fire Flying Sword that always excited her Junior Sister the most, she strode out of the cave dwelling with great spirit, eagerly heading to the place she had agreed upon with her Junior Sister.

Beneath the moon and amidst the flowers, it truly was beneath the moon and amidst the flowers.

The place they agreed upon was a Peach Blossom Forest. As the wind blew, countless peach blossoms fluttered down, creating a scene of breathtaking beauty and artistic conception. Coupled with the beauty of a captivating smile, it would become an unforgettable moment for countless people.

Cave dwelling.

I tidied myself up, specially changing into a light-colored Immortal Skirt that I rarely wore. I put on all sorts of hairpins and accessories.

I even styled my hair in an ancient fashion, wearing a jade bracelet on my fair wrist.

A casual, gentle smile from me was a scene in itself.

This unusual sight immediately drew the attention of Ye Qingxian, hidden in the shadows.

Dressed so beautifully, she must be going on a date, or else it would be a ghost.

The young girl in front of her, looking exceptionally beautiful today, had eyes filled with the unique admiration of a maiden in love, almost overflowing through the air.

Ye Qingxian spat fiercely.

Still fantasizing about a future with that scumbag of yours, huh?

They only dare to meet in secret late at night, what good could come of that?

She was contemplating whether a swift sword strike to the throat or slow torture with a knife would be more satisfying.

Walking to a tree, I smiled slightly, revealing a cute dimple.

Beneath her red eyes, the dark cunning of a little loli flashed and disappeared.

Oh my, I'm getting happier and happier, what's going on?

I'm getting a little impatient.

My, Ye Xiaoyao's, boring life was gradually becoming more interesting.

Secret late-night dates with Junior Sister? That's not exciting at all.

Senior Brother, Junior Sister has prepared something big for you, and even brought you an audience.

What's the point of a secret rendezvous for two? Of course, a secret meeting with an audience is the most thrilling.

A softly hummed tune, a melodious rhythm, and beneath the skirt of the cute little loli, her increasingly light steps were beautiful no matter how you looked at them.

Senior Sister, oh Senior Sister.

Let this villain see just how clever you, the heroine, really are.