Senior!

"Not fighting anymore?" Zhou Heng said casually, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile. Her coquettish anger was rather alluring.

Lin Fuxiang had indeed meant to stop, but upon hearing Zhou Heng's lazy voice, anger rose from the bottom of her heart again. She shook her longsword and held it across her chest, snapping, "You naturally had the advantage by doing nothing but defending. Now I'll defend instead—can you break through?"

Ever since Zhou Heng had grasped a trace of the true essence of the Heaven-Soaring Nine Styles, he had not fought anyone. Hearing her say this, he could not help feeling eager to try. After thinking for a moment, however, he said, "Forget it. We have no grudge against each other. It wouldn't be good if I hurt you!"

Lin Fuxiang nearly had her nose twisted with anger. What did he mean, "It wouldn't be good if I hurt you"? Was she bound to lose?

What an infuriating fellow!

"Enough with your glib tongue. Make your move!" she shouted.

"You said it!" Zhou Heng's expression sharpened, and he immediately entered that wondrous state of neither contention nor desire. The First Form of Heaven-Soaring was poised and ready.

Lin Fuxiang was utterly shocked!

In her eyes, Zhou Heng had suddenly merged with heaven and earth. It was as though he was the sky itself, the land itself!

Before his sword had even left its sheath, his bearing was already so vast and majestic. Once that sword technique was unleashed, how terrifying would its power be?

The best response was to launch a fierce attack before he could strike with that sword! Yet Lin Fuxiang discovered in horror that she did not even know how to attack!

It sounded laughable. Was Zhou Heng not simply standing there?

But to Lin Fuxiang, there was nothing funny about it! Zhou Heng had merged with heaven and earth. How could she possibly launch an attack against heaven and earth? Before heaven and earth, she was as tiny as an ant!

Who could fight the heavens?

She had simply experienced too few battles. If it had been someone tempered by a hundred bloody battles, their killing intent would have erupted—so what if they were to cleave heaven and destroy earth? They would have swung their sword without hesitation!

Whoosh!

Zhou Heng moved. His sword swept forth, like a sky full of stars falling from above, carrying an irresistible and immense force.

Dodge!

That was Lin Fuxiang's only thought. But when she tried to leap away, she found that her body had suddenly become heavier than ten thousand jin. It was as if heaven and earth themselves were suppressing her; the invisible air had turned into solid walls, making it incomparably difficult for her to so much as move a finger!

In truth, heaven and earth were heartless and devoid of emotion, so naturally they could not possibly aid anyone. Her mind had merely been completely suppressed by Zhou Heng's sword momentum!

Zhou Heng's sword came sweeping in!

The cold gleam was piercing. Lin Fuxiang shuddered and hurriedly shut her eyes, her mind going blank.

What kind of sword was this!

Even her father, Lin Jianchen, the Nine Spirits Sect's Sect Master, absolutely could not wield such a sword! Her father was an expert of the Spirit Gathering Realm and had immersed himself in the sword for more than a century. Even he had not attained such a realm—just what kind of terrifying existence was this youth before her?

It was said that once certain supreme experts reached a miraculous level of cultivation, they could even return to youth and remain forever young! The youth before her had to be such a peerless master. That was right—only then could he have resolved her Flying Waterfall Sword Technique from beginning to end!

Yet she had offended such a peerless master! Lin Fuxiang was overwhelmed with regret!

The pain she had expected never came. She opened her eyes a sliver and saw the chilling sword tip stopped before her full breasts. If it advanced even a little farther, it would touch her proud jade peaks.

Had this happened earlier, Lin Fuxiang would certainly have thought Zhou Heng a lecher, a pervert. But she had now decided that Zhou Heng was a peerless master, an ancient monster whose true age was unknown. How could she possibly think ill of him?

Since this senior, this peerless master, had not killed her, it meant that he was not angry!

Lin Fuxiang had a sudden flash of insight and immediately dropped to her knees, saying, "This junior failed to recognize Senior's mighty presence. I beg Senior's forgiveness!"

Zhou Heng was startled by her abrupt shift from arrogance to deference. How had he suddenly become a senior? Still, it was clear they would not need to fight anymore. Not only was she convinced, she was convinced to an excessive degree!

He sheathed his sword and said, "I'm not some senior!"

"Yes, Senior wishes to conceal his identity. This junior understands!" Lin Fuxiang did not rise. Instead, she gazed at Zhou Heng with bright, burning eyes. "Earlier, this junior failed to understand Senior's good intentions and let down Senior's painstaking guidance. I beg Senior not to take it to heart!"

What?

Zhou Heng felt dizzy. How had this woman started putting on a one-woman show? She did not look like an idiot! Forget it. If she wanted to misunderstand, then let her misunderstand! Still, he had to admit that being looked at with worshipful eyes by an exquisite beauty felt rather good.

"Get up already!" He did not reach out to help her. Men and women should not touch casually.

"No, unless Senior agrees to this junior's request!" Seeing that Zhou Heng was not angry, Lin Fuxiang seized the chance to act coquettishly. In her eyes, Zhou Heng was an ancient monster who had lived who knew how many years and was pretending to be young. What was there to be embarrassed about in acting cute before him?

She was already a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms, and the glances from her lovely eyes brimmed with endless charm.

Zhou Heng's heart stirred. He hurriedly recited the Moon Shadow Heart Art to calm the lake of his heart, then said, "All right, all right. Get up first, then we'll talk!"

"Thank you, Senior!" Lin Fuxiang obediently rose to her feet, gentleness overflowing from her.

Having been pushed onto the rack, Zhou Heng thought for a moment and said, "That sword technique you used earlier wasn't too bad, but it has many flaws. I'll revise it for you!"

"Please give me your guidance, Senior!" Lin Fuxiang respectfully clasped her fists.

Zhou Heng focused his mind and calmed his breath, then swept out his sword. It was precisely the Flying Waterfall Sword Technique.

Though he had only watched Lin Fuxiang perform it twice, after grasping a trace of the profundity of the Heaven-Soaring Nine Styles, no martial art seemed to hold any secrets before him. It was like a book that he could flip through at will.

Lin Fuxiang was greatly startled. Zhou Heng's sword had already completely grasped the essence of the Flying Waterfall Sword Technique. He was even more seasoned than she was, as though he had immersed himself in this sword technique for decades.

A senior was indeed a senior, a master was indeed a master. He had merely watched her perform it a few times, yet he could grasp its essence. He did not even need the corresponding sword manual, but the power he displayed was not diminished in the slightest!

No, these sword moves had changed slightly!

His wrist had shifted by half an inch!

She did not understand the meaning behind that alteration, but she nevertheless committed it to memory and carefully watched Zhou Heng perform the second move, then the third, while following along herself.

"Raise your wrist a little higher!" Zhou Heng offered guidance from time to time. As time passed, he forgot the proprieties between men and women and corrected her movements hand in hand.

Lin Fuxiang did not mind at all. She had already completely regarded Zhou Heng as an elderly senior. But Zhou Heng was a true hot-blooded youth. Having never been close to a woman, he caught the faint fragrance from Lin Fuxiang's body and looked upon her exquisite, beautiful face; his cheeks could not help reddening, and his heart began racing.

The thirty-six sword forms were soon demonstrated anew. Nearly every move had been changed a little. After Lin Fuxiang performed the improved sword technique in one fluid sweep, an expression of delight and astonishment immediately appeared on her face.

Whenever she had performed the Flying Waterfall Sword Technique in the past, she had always felt an indescribable awkwardness!

Her father had said that the true Flying Waterfall Sword Technique had long since been lost. What the Nine Spirits Sect possessed was only an incomplete copy, which had continued to be passed down after a senior of astonishing talent repaired it more than three hundred years ago.

Even so, this Flying Waterfall Sword Technique remained tremendously powerful and was one of the Nine Spirits Sect's three finest martial arts!

But now, she had completed it in one smooth flow. True Essence Power surged through her body like a tide, and she even showed signs of breaking through the Ninth Layer of Body Refining and entering the Blood Refining Realm! There was only one explanation: Zhou Heng had completely restored the Flying Waterfall Sword Technique. Under the stirring of its vital momentum, she had gained a trace of an opportunity to break through a major realm!

And with this trace of opportunity, the difficulty of her breaking into the Blood Refining Realm in the future would be greatly reduced!

The true Flying Waterfall Sword Technique!

Lin Fuxiang grabbed Zhou Heng's hand, her expression incomparably excited. Two rosy blushes bloomed across her lovely face, making her dazzlingly beautiful.

Zhou Heng could not help feeling awkward. He truly was no senior—he was a vigorous young man. How could he withstand such temptation? Something might happen! He hurriedly pulled his hand back and gave a heavy cough.

Lin Fuxiang did not mind in the slightest. In her heart, she had completely treated Zhou Heng as a senior master, and the distinction between man and woman no longer existed.

"Since you've learned it, we'll part ways here," Zhou Heng said. The stirrings in his heart had lasted only a moment; what filled him more was the pursuit of martial arts.

"Senior has shown this junior such great kindness, and this junior has yet to repay it. Why not come to my home and sit for a while?" Lin Fuxiang earnestly invited him. The little girl was no fool. If she brought such a "senior master" back to the Nine Spirits Sect, then with a little casual guidance from him, would she still need to fear that the Nine Spirits Sect would not grow strong?

Zhou Heng hurriedly waved his hands. "I still have matters to attend to!"

"Senior—" Lin Fuxiang drew out the word, then took Zhou Heng's hand and gave it a shake, looking every bit like a young girl acting cute.

Zhou Heng's heart skipped violently again. After inwardly calling her a little enchantress, he stiffened his face and gave a heavy snort.

Senior was about to get angry!

Lin Fuxiang did not dare act recklessly again. She hurriedly released his hand and retreated several steps.

"Hahaha, Sister Fuxiang, it's only been a few days, yet you've become even more radiant!" Amid loud laughter, four men emerged from the forest. The leader was a handsome young man in his twenties.

Eh, weren't these the people who had forcibly seized the Three-Tailed Wolf Eagle more than a month ago? There were a few fewer of them now, and this young leader was someone he had not seen before.

Lin Fuxiang swept her gaze over them, and anger immediately appeared on her lovely face. She shouted, "Jin Xiuming, stop spouting nonsense!"

"Young Master Jin, that brat—that brat is the little bastard who killed Junior Brother Niu!" One of them recognized Zhou Heng and immediately stepped forward a few paces, pointing at him.

"Hm?" Jin Xiuming looked toward Zhou Heng as well, and his eyes instantly turned sharp. With a grim smile, he said, "You dared kill someone from my White Jade Valley? Little bastard, you're dead!"

"Do not be disrespectful to Senior!" Lin Fuxiang flew into a rage. She was not an ungrateful person. Zhou Heng had restored the Flying Waterfall Sword Technique for her; this was a heaven-sized favor to her and to the entire Nine Spirits Sect. How could she allow others to slander and insult him?

With sword in hand, she stepped out and positioned herself sideways before Zhou Heng, looking valiant and heroic.

"Senior?" After exchanging looks, Jin Xiuming and the other three all burst into loud laughter.

Calling a wet-behind-the-ears brat senior—was that not the biggest joke under heaven?

Lin Fuxiang had already been angry, and their laughter only made her fury burn hotter. With a sharp cry, she tapped the ground with her lotus feet and shot forward. Her longsword flowed as the Flying Waterfall Sword Technique spread out.

"Pah! This young master thought you were chaste and virtuous, but you're actually a **. Flirting with some wild brat, no less—I came all this way to find you for nothing!" Jin Xiuming's face was full of contempt. "Senior this, senior that—taking nauseating nonsense for fun. You're shameless beyond belief!"