"You, you, you."
Qian Renxue clutched her chest in anger. What did she mean by having a fetish? When had she ever had any strange fetishes? This was clearly slander.
That jerk! How annoying! Qian Renxue bullies me, and now the Crown Prince is bullying me too.
Doesn't he have a chance to defeat him?
Furthermore, he holds Dual Godhood, which is utterly despicable.
We must find a way to stop him.
"Hmph, we'll see."
Qian Renxue snorted coldly, leaving behind the words, "Remember to deliver what you asked for to my residence."
After leaving, Bo Saixi couldn't help but tease, "Who knew this prince had a penchant for cross-dressing? Tsk tsk tsk, the nobility really know how to have fun."
The nobles on the mainland are so perverted.
"The richer people are, the more extravagant they are. Auntie, you don't know there are many more, including those whose Martial Soul Mutation, causing unique physical characteristics."
"Catwoman, leopard woman, wolf woman, etc., the upper echelons of society play very elaborate games."
The catgirls that Ning Fengzhi auctioned were all very different.
" Chen'er knows quite a lot." Bo Saixi smiled, then looked at the Two Empresses of Ice and Snow, "So, when do you two plan to go back?"
The more this happened, the more annoyed he became, and the two of them still had no intention of leaving.
This tendency to procrastinate is really not a good thing for her.
"None of your business?" Snow Empress sneered. "My Little Wuchen hasn't said anything, what's the rush for you, an outsider?"
Ice Empress rolled her eyes at Bo Saixi: "Exactly, exactly. Let's fight if you dare. I've been wanting to get back at you for a long time."
Bo Saixi was instantly enraged, her face darkening. "Outsiders? I'm his aunt, his closest relative. You two are the outsiders!"
"Who acknowledges you as the closest?" Snow Empress took a step forward, a faint chill emanating from her. "We've been with Little Wuchen since we were six, accompanying him for over a decade. How long have you been here?"
Ice Empress stepped forward, her eyes icy. "That's right, if you want to fight, then fight! Who's afraid of who? Let me show you whether the two of us together can defeat a Peerless Douluo like you."
The three men were on the verge of drawing their swords, and the air seemed to freeze.
Gu Wuchen rubbed his temples, feeling a throbbing pain in his temples.
Now their arguing is driving me crazy.
"Stop arguing!"
Gu Wuchen suddenly spoke, his tone unusually serious.
The three of them stopped at the same time and turned to look at him.
"My parents just left, and you're already arguing like this? What kind of behavior is this?" Gu Wuchen frowned and glanced at the three of them. "I need to start cultivating now to prepare for the Soul Master Tournament. If you want to fight, go outside and fight. Don't bother me here. If you keep arguing, don't blame me for really scolding you."
His tone wasn't harsh, but it was full of authority.
Bo Saixi opened her mouth, as if to say something, but ultimately didn't dare to.
Looking at Gu Wuchen's serious face, she felt a little wronged, but more than that, she dared not refute him.
The Snow Empress and the Ice Empress also became dejected.
They fear nothing and no one, except for Gu Wuchen.
The room fell silent instantly, with only the sound of their breathing remaining.
Seeing that they were all silent, Gu Wuchen softened his tone slightly:
"Alright, everyone find somewhere to stay. Stop arguing."
After saying that, he closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to cultivate his Soul Power.
Bo Saixi pursed her lips, walked to the window and sat down, looking at the scenery outside, still feeling a little annoyed.
Snow Empress and Ice Empress exchanged a glance, then found a corner to sit down, quietly watching over Gu Wuchen without saying another word.
Gu Wuchen moved to the side, calmed his mind, and sank his consciousness into his sea of consciousness. A long sword, the length of which was his own, floated quietly in the center of his sea of consciousness; it was his natal Sword Intent.
He circulated all his Soul Power and slowly poured it into his Sword Intent.
"The sword of Wuchen is dedicated to cutting through impurities."
Gu Wuchen chanted the incantation in a low voice, trying to merge the purity within his body with the Sword Intent, and condense it into that extremely refined, immaculate sword blade.
On the first attempt, the sword shadow vanished instantly as soon as it materialized.
Gu Wuchen frowned slightly.
He discovered that as long as there was even a trace of distracting thought in his mind, his pure intent would be corrupted, making it impossible to perfectly combine with the Sword Intent.
He took a deep breath, cleared his mind, and tried again.
Once, twice, three times...
Countless times it has coalesced, and countless times it has dissipated.
Sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking his clothes, and even the light of his natal Sword Intent dimmed somewhat in his mind.
This move, [ Slay Impurity with One Sword ], was far more difficult than he had imagined.
It requires not only strong Sword Intent, but also an absolutely pure mind.
Any evil thought or impatience will shatter the blade, and if one is not careful, the backlash of the Sword Intent may even injure oneself.
Gu Wuchen did not give up.
He repeated the same action over and over again.
When Soul Power is exhausted, use the Ice God Heart Technique to recover; when mental energy is overdrawn, take restorative medicine.
Bo Saixi and the Ice and Snow Empresses stood guard outside the door, only able to hear the occasional faint clang of swords coming from inside the room each day.
They dared not go in and disturb them, and could only silently wait, their hearts filled with boredom.
They believed in Gu Wuchen, but the Sword Intent became increasingly difficult to comprehend as they progressed.
"It's been three days, and he still hasn't come out." Snow Empress looked at the tightly closed door and said softly, "Could he be having some trouble?"
"No, not at all." Ice Empress shook his head. "His breathing is steady, he's just a bit exhausted."
Bo Saixi sighed, "That child, he's always working so hard."
With Gu Wuchen not coming out, the three of them remained very harmonious for the time being.
Ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.
Gu Wuchen remained seated on the bed, motionless.
His face was frighteningly pale, his lips were cracked, and he had lost a lot of weight.
He had tried thousands of times in his sea of consciousness, but he still could not condense a complete, immaculate sword blade.
The bottleneck is firmly stuck here.
Gu Wuchen stopped what he was doing and fell into deep thought.
He was always pursuing the power of the sword blade, but forgot the true core of this move.
[ Slay Impurity with One Sword ] is not born for slaughter, but for purification.
There is too much evil in the world.
His sword was meant to cut through this suffering and protect those he cared about.
With this thought in mind, Gu Wuchen's mind suddenly cleared.
He no longer deliberately pursued power, but instead focused all his attention on the word "purity".
Within his sea of consciousness, his natal Sword Intent trembled slightly.
A pure and pristine aura welled up from the depths of his soul, slowly merging with the Sword Intent.
This time, there were no obstacles.
A sword blade, as white as jade and without a single impurity, slowly condensed.
There was no fierce killing intent on the blade, only a sacred aura that purified everything.
With a thought, Gu Wuchen unleashed the Immaculate Sword.
Inside the room, the curse mark he had set up beforehand, the Soul Power connection, and the few wisps of death energy that had drifted in from outside were instantly annihilated, leaving not a trace.
It's done.