Sword Bone Twin Douluo, Chen Xuan Suppresses

This is the cultivation method of the Blue Silver Academy.

Follow the way of nature.

As Dugu Yan and the others entered a state of meditation.

Chen Xuan held Ah Yin's hand, strolling along the academy's small paths.

"Xuan, are you truly not worried?" Ah Yin asked suddenly.

"Worried about what?"

"Tang San." A flicker of coldness flashed through Ah Yin's eyes. "He will not let this go. Neither will Yu Xiaogang."

"Moreover, standing behind him is Tang Hao."

"I know." Chen Xuan did not stop his pace. "He is merely a tiger with its teeth pulled; nothing to fear."

"But..."

"Ah Yin." Chen Xuan stopped and turned to look at her. "Have you forgotten my strength?"

Ah Yin was stunned.

That was true.

She had only been thinking of how Tang Hao was a Title Douluo and a descendant of the Clear Sky Sect.

She had forgotten that the man beside her was a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo.

He was an existence standing at the very pinnacle of this world.

"I was overthinking." Ah Yin gave a self-deprecating smile.

"You weren't overthinking; you just care too much."

Chen Xuan reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"Rest assured."

"In this world, no one will ever be able to harm you while you are by my side."

"No one."

Chen Xuan's promise was like a soothing balm, calming the last ripple of anxiety in Ah Yin's heart.

"Mm."

Ah Yin said no more, simply hooking her arm more tightly through his.

The two walked quietly like this, passing through field after field of Blue Silver Grass.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled light on the ground that swayed gently with their footsteps.

On the lawn in the distance, the five disciples sat cross-legged, eyes closed in meditation.

Their breathing was long and steady, merging with the surrounding Blue Silver Grass as if they had become part of this sea of life.

Around Dugu Yan, faint emerald-green currents swirled, carrying a regal majesty.

Ning Rongrong's body radiated a seven-colored treasure light, soft and pure.

Ye Lingling's Nine Heart Begonia spirit hovered behind her, scattering specks of white light that nourished the grass beneath her.

The brothers Shi Mo and Shi Pan were like two boulders, their presence steady and heavy, connected deeply to the earth.

"Their progress is very fast."

Ah Yin said softly.

"Because their hearts are very pure."

Chen Xuan's gaze swept over the five of them.

"Without distracting thoughts or utilitarian motives, they simply feel, accept, and merge with this world."

"This is the true essence of 'following the way of nature'."

"Unlike Yu Xiaogang's training methods, which seem sophisticated but are actually full of artifice—every part bears the mark of human interference, making it inferior."

Ah Yin nodded, deeply agreeing.

As the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Empress herself, she understood the principles of nature best.

Chen Xuan's teaching style appeared loose, but in reality, it pointed directly to the origin of the Great Dao.

Returning to the backyard courtyard.

The afternoon sun became somewhat languid, spilling warmly over them and making one feel drowsy.

Chen Xuan lay as usual on his exclusive rocking chair, swaying gently with his eyes closed to rest.

Ah Yin reclined on another more delicate rattan lounge chair nearby, holding a travelogue of the continent she had found somewhere, reading with great interest.

She had kicked off her shoes, and a pair of snow-white, delicate feet peeked out from under her light blue skirt, swaying gently in the air.

The curve of her arches was graceful, her toes as round as pearls, glowing with an ivory luster in the sunlight; every inch was a flawless work of art.

The courtyard was very quiet.

Only the rustling sound of the breeze brushing against the leaves of the Blue Silver Grass remained.

I do not know how much time had passed when Ah Yin set down the book in her hands and let out a contented hum.

"I am a little tired."

She stretched, her graceful curves fully revealed.

Chen Xuan opened his eyes.

His gaze fell upon those gently swaying jade feet.

"Let me massage them for you."

He said.

Ah Yin was slightly startled, and a charming flush immediately bloomed on her cheeks.

"Mm."

She replied softly, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.

Chen Xuan rose from his rocking chair, walked over to her lounge chair, and naturally knelt on one knee.

He reached out and gently grasped one of her jade feet.

Warm and soft.

Delicate.

Supple as if boneless.

This was Chen Xuan's first impression; the texture was like fine, warm jade, making it impossible to let go.

Ah Yin's body stiffened slightly, and her toes curled instinctively.

A strange, tingling sensation rose from the sole of her foot, instantly spreading throughout her entire body, making her almost cry out.

Chen Xuan did not speak; he simply wrapped his warm palm around her petite foot, his fingertips pressing with a peculiar rhythm, neither too light nor too heavy.

His movements were professional, and the pressure was just right.

Every acupoint and every meridian was precisely located and soothed.

Ah Yin's tense body gradually relaxed.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, a look of intoxication on her face.

This was not just physical comfort, but a sense of peace and reliance stemming from the depths of her heart.

This man was her heaven, her harbor.

No matter when or where, as long as he was there, she could cast aside all her pretenses and strength.

Sunlight filtered through the shade of the trees, casting soft light and shadows across his profile, making his handsome features appear even more profound.

Ah Yin watched him infatuatedly, her heart melting with tenderness.

Just then.

The sound of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility.

"Teacher."

It was the voice of Dugu Yan.

She stood at the courtyard entrance, her expression somewhat strange.

"What is it?"

Chen Xuan did not stop his movements, nor did he look up as he asked.

"Outside... there is someone asking to see you."

Dugu Yan's tone was hesitant.

"They say it is the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi."

"Oh?"

The movements of Chen Xuan's hands finally ceased.

He slowly released Ah Yin's jade foot, stood up, and brushed off his robes.

"Let him in."

His tone remained indifferent, as if the person arriving was not the leader of one of the Upper Three Sects, but an insignificant passerby.

Ah Yin also sat up straight, quickly put on her shoes, and resumed her usual gentle and dignified appearance, though the flush on her face had not yet fully faded.

Soon.

Three figures, led by Dugu Yan, walked into the courtyard.

The person in the lead was a middle-aged man with a face like polished jade and a scholarly temperament; it was none other than the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi.

He wore a perfectly measured smile, yet deep within his eyes, a trace of inquiry and gravity was hidden.

Behind him followed two elderly men.

The one on the left was tall and thin with a gaunt face, dressed in a simple gray robe; he looked like an ancient sword hidden in its scabbard—seemingly plain and unadorned, yet possessing an inherent, restrained sharpness.

Sword Douluo, Chen Xin.

The one on the right was even more peculiar.

He was not tall, even somewhat hunched, with messy hair and a cynical smile on his face; he walked in a flickering, erratic manner, as if he had no weight at all.