The Legendary Heavenly Book

In that instant, the Old Daoist actually saw the gaze of a young girl in Dongfang Nishang's eyes.

That gaze looked adorable, yet calm in a terrifying way.

He knew it was not Dantai Xiaoxue's gaze, but that of the woman before him—the woman who suddenly filled him with bewilderment and fear.

"What is there to look at?"

Dongfang Nishang replied blandly, "Why is it called the Heavenly Book? Even if it were placed right before your eyes, you still would not be able to see its existence..."

The Old Daoist seemed to understand a little, yet he was still somewhat unwilling.

He shook his head again.

Still, he did not beg the proud woman before him again.

He had his own pride too.

After all, he had inherited the mantle of the Daoist Sect. How could he lower his head to a woman? That was not Jin Wuliang's nature.

Before he could speak, Dongfang Nishang suddenly said, "Fight me properly, and perhaps I can let you look at it for half a day."

She said it very casually.

As though, back when the two of them had studied under the same master, a young girl were sharing her osmanthus cake with her senior brother.

The Old Daoist froze at her words, as though time had suddenly flowed backward...

After thinking it over, he said rather spinelessly, "How about I admit defeat?"

"No!" That was Wang Xian's voice.

"No way!" That was Dantai Xiaoxue's voice.

"Giggle!"

Dongfang Nishang laughed. "See that, old man? Even the two little ones disagree. Make your move!"

The Old Daoist sighed.

Shaking his head, he muttered to himself, "Disciple, a real man must sometimes bend and sometimes stretch. What if we fight and smash the Heavenly Book to pieces?"

The Old Daoist was truly teaching by word and example. Before his junior sister, what dignity did he need?

If the two little ones were not glaring at him, then just for one look at the Heavenly Book, even if Dongfang Nishang told him to go hunting now, he would go scampering off without hesitation.

Wang Xian was stunned.

After hearing his master's words, he seemed to understand something more.

Though at present, he was still a boy who had lost his memories.

Dantai Xiaoyu, however, chuckled to herself. So Martial Uncle is afraid of Master too.

Dongfang Nishang waved a hand, stirring up snow mist that filled the sky.

She said quietly, "Let me see what you have learned all these years!"

The Old Daoist looked toward the sky and smiled bitterly. "What is there to see?"

Though he said that, he took a step back, clearly guarding against the woman before him suddenly attacking!

Dongfang Nishang's expression was very calm, though she had not exchanged blows with the Old Daoist for ten years.

Yet to the Old Daoist, that calmness meant the unknown. The unknown meant danger. After ten years apart, his opponent had indeed grown much stronger.

With a sigh, the Old Daoist said, "Junior Sister, you were no match for me ten years ago. Why put yourself through this now?"

"You are thinking too much."

Dongfang Nishang looked at her girlish palm and replied indifferently, "Even if you admit defeat now, I will still fight you first. We can talk afterward."

Wang Xian could not help asking the girl beside him, "Is Martial Aunt not drawing her sword?"

Dantai Xiaoxue shook her head. "Master's hands are swords!"

Wang Xian gave an "Oh!"

Hearing his senior sister's words, he suddenly recalled what his master had once told him.

For now, Wang Xian did not need to practice the sword, because his entire body was a sword.

He had never understood it before. But now, seeing his Martial Aunt's hands, which defied frost and scorned snow, and thinking of his senior sister's words, he seemed to understand a little.

Standing quietly in the wind.

Dongfang Nishang thought of all she had gone through over these years. She had cultivated bitterly for who knew how many years, until she had fallen into despair and even given up cultivating the divine art recorded in the Heavenly Book.

Having completely given up, she took Dantai Xiaoxue as her disciple.

Just when she had devoted herself wholeheartedly to teaching the girl before her, hoping to watch her create a miracle before her very eyes.

Who would have thought that, as flowers bloomed and withered.

One day, when she awoke, she had somehow mastered Kunlun's most unfathomable and mysterious cultivation art.

From that day on, she had wanted to come to Nanpo Taoist Temple and challenge her senior brother to a battle.

Unexpectedly, one delay followed another. Only after the Divine Sword was born, and more than forty days had passed, did she finally arrive here.

Looking at the senior brother before her, she could not help letting out a faint sigh.

She had the illusion that it was only yesterday.

At this moment, she looked somewhat slender, and her fingers had grown much fairer, making her seem rather adorable.

Yet in the Old Daoist's eyes, from the moment his junior sister raised her hand, she was no longer adorable.

She had become terrifying.

In an instant, Dongfang Nishang thrust out a palm! At that moment, she summoned all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the snowy mountain!

A faint radiance glimmered around her delicate jade hand, like golden brilliance cast down by the winter sun.

Feeling the power within that palm strike, the Old Daoist thought, I am not Meihua of the Sword Sect. Is there really a need to go all out like this?

Though he thought so, he still looked at his fist.

A great battle began.

The palm struck out by that delicate jade hand could snap cold plum blossoms—and move mountains!

The Old Daoist's sudden punch carried little restraint as well!

He sensed danger!

"Rumble..."

It was like a clap of thunder exploding in the bitter winter. The ice and snow in the mountains were abruptly heaved into the sky as though struck by lightning.

The trees around them toppled one after another. Even the hardy snow pines could only bow in submission, while towering ancient trees snapped at the waist.

"Crack! Crack!"

Piercing sounds rang out again and again.

Dantai Xiaoxue covered her ears, while Wang Xian stared blankly at the sight before him, unable to utter a word.

He had thought his master turning talismans into swords that day was already stunning. Only now did he understand what it meant to shake heaven and earth!

The Old Daoist's fist was like a dragon as it blasted forward!

Dongfang Nishang's body was as light as a cicada's wing, drifting amid the howling cold wind and the snow flying through the sky.

In that instant, she seemed to merge with heaven and earth itself. One could not tell which was snow, and which was the beauty like a flower.

The Old Daoist's fist wind still howled through the cold air, while snowflakes rustled down from the sky.

In Dantai Xiaoxue's eyes, countless cracks seemed to suddenly appear across her master's floral dress.

Then a faint, indistinct golden glow surfaced around her master, instantly shattering and melting the snowflakes that sliced down like blades.

Then her master suddenly melted together with the snow mist.

That blue floral dress suddenly flew into the sky, transforming into hundreds upon hundreds of dancing butterflies that fluttered toward Martial Uncle...

When she turned her head back, her master in the snow mist had already changed into white robes even whiter than the snow.

Looking at the dancing butterflies, the Old Daoist felt as if hundreds upon hundreds of hands had suddenly fallen from the sky.

They treated him as a plum blossom blooming defiantly in the wind, intending to snap him from the branch.

Even the Old Daoist, who had roamed the world far and wide, calmed down in that instant.

Watching ice, snow, and shattered stones fly through the mountains, he shouted, "Junior Sister, are you venting the resentment you have bottled up for decades on my head?"

"Now that you have mastered your divine art, do you mean to tear down my little Taoist temple in a single day?"

"Fine, fine, fine! Tear it down however you like. The Sword Sect does not lack Spirit Stones anyway. Once you smash it apart, build me another one!"

Yet Dongfang Nishang ignored him completely. Instead, she extended her slender hand, pointing it toward the sky like a spiritual sword.

Her expression unchanged, she quietly said, "Let me see your strength!"