Qingyang County.
He County.
In a secluded small courtyard bedroom, the gentle evening sun slipped through the window, lazily falling upon a man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, handso in appearance and sowhat indifferent in deanor.
The man laid on the creamy white knee of a yellow-skirted beauty, greedily enjoying the purple-red grapes fed to him by the beauty.
"Young master, today is the last day!"
Zhao Shiyong’s voice was softly clear; she caught the grape seeds spat out by Zhou Chen with her delicate jade hands and gently wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth.
"Indeed, tomorrow we can go back!"
Zhou Chen had been here for two months and was quite longing to see Qin Hongyu, Celestial Fragrance Fairy, Yu Youwei, and the others.
"It’s getting late, should the young master go and bid farewell to Elder Jin?"
"Yes, I’ll go now."
Zhou Chen slightly nodded, got up from bed.
Zhao Shiyong took the clothes and helped Zhou Chen dress properly.
Zhou Chen adjusted his belt, looked at his handso and heroic self in the mirror, feeling the joy of spring in his heart, and walked briskly toward Elder Jin’s place.
"Disciple Zhou Chen greets Elder Jin."
Zhou Chen cupped his hands in salute and went straight to the point:
"The two-month period is over, disciple plans to set off back to Cyan Cloud tomorrow, does Elder have any other instructions?"
"No, go ahead!"
Jin Wufeng waved his sleeve dismissively.
"Disciple takes his leave!"
Zhou Chen departed swiftly without hesitation.
He felt that Jin Wufeng was even colder towards him now, almost with a hint of contempt.
Zhou Chen was not surprised.
Before, when Jin Wufeng ca to spy on him, his divine sense naturally detected Jin Wufeng.
He knew Jin Wufeng must think he was spending all his ti with won, making no progress, and he probably reported Zhou Chen’s behavior here to the Sect Leader.
"Ah, being a person is truly difficult."
Zhou Chen shook his head, knowing full well that despite his diligent cultivation every day, even losing sleep over it, he was sadly unappreciated.
Indeed, geniuses are always out of step with ordinary people.
Predators always walk alone, while cattle and sheep gather.
"Young master, how was it?"
Zhao Shiyong was a bit worried, knowing Zhou Chen was sent here because he displeased the Sect Leader and was being punished.
Though it wasn’t a severe punishnt, rely a change of place for cultivation without extra duties for Zhou Chen.
It served as a reminder for Zhou Chen though, a minor punishnt with a significant lesson.
She hoped Zhou Chen would nd his ways.
But since Zhou Chen ca here, there was no change, day in and day out, he spent ti with her, constantly finding ways to be with her.
Thankfully her cultivation was not weak.
Otherwise, she could hardly keep up.
She worried that once the Sect Leader learned of what happened here, Zhou Chen might be punished again.
"Elder Jin didn’t say anything special, so tomorrow we can go back."
Inhaling the subtle fragrance from Zhao Shiyong’s body, Zhou Chen lifted her by the legs in a princess carry.
"Leaving tomorrow, today let’s truly mark the mory of this small ho we’ve lived in for two months."
Zhou Chen nudged open the door, striding into the room.
"Ah, young master, haven’t eaten yet..."
"I’ll eat you!"
Lowering his head, Zhou Chen sealed Zhao Shiyong’s tender and sweet lips with his own, kissing greedily.
Monts later.
Two heated bodies swayed on the solid wooden bed fra.
[Romance 6]
[Romance 9]
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Zhou Chen continued his rigorous cultivation routine, delving into Dao, oblivious to how many in Cyan Cloud Sect were waiting to see him fail.
Even two sons from a farr’s family would fight to the death over farm property, let alone a major sect like Cyan Cloud.
In Cyan Cloud Sect, the status of true inheritors rivals that of elders, a total of no more than thirty-six individuals.
Currently, including Zhou Chen, there are thirty-four.
Except for Divine Arrow Peak which has only two true inheritors, other eight peaks have full allocations of four true disciples.
It might seem Zhou Chen beca a true disciple easily.
That’s because Divine Arrow Peak is special, already has a true inheritor quota, and mastering the Yi Arrow Skill is itself a talent one in ten thousand.
In other peaks, a peak master might have dozens of disciples, but only four can be true disciples, and those not yet true disciples are eyeing the leftover quotas from Divine Arrow Peak.
Previously, disciples from other peaks attempted to snatch a Divine Arrow Peak true inheritor spot but were defeated by Li Changhen’s arrow, which scorned:
"So weak, yet dare to beco a true inheritor?"
After that incident, other disciples temporarily abandoned ideas of competing for Divine Arrow Peak’s true inheritor places.
As for challenging other true inheritors to claim a spot, although it’s a normal thod, it’s actually difficult.
True inheritors themselves have exceptional talent; otherwise, they wouldn’t beco true inheritors.
Becoming a true inheritor ans a surge in benefits and abundant resources, ordinary disciples dreaming of challenging them face monuntal difficulty.
Unless their talent significantly surpasses that of a true inheritor.
Currently Zhou Chen, the weakest of true inheritors, appears as a juicy piece of at to everyone.
Especially after Qing Yuyao received a ssage from Jin Wufeng, she cursed ’a rotten wood cannot be carved,’ and said that without secrecy, serving as both her resentful words of disappointnt and a warning to Zhou Chen, exciting many disciples coveting a true inheritor place.
Previously, Zhou Chen had a stunning performance at the true inheritors’ ceremony, catching the Sect Leader’s eye, causing so apprehension among others.
Now, having fallen out of favor with the Sect Leader, those reservations are gone.
As for Li Changfeng?
Who doesn’t have a backer or master?
Zhou Chen was unaware that many people in Cyan Cloud Sect were eagerly waiting to see him disgrace, intending to strip him of his true inheritor status after a year and replace him.
At that mont, Zhou Chen was imrsed in Dao, intoxicated, sensing its profound mysteries, with growing appreciation for Dao’s allure.
The Master said: If you learn about Dao in the morning, you can die in the evening.
Ancients are honest, not deceiving.
Moonlight like water, stars sparkling.
Zhao Shiyong curled up like a gentle kitten in Zhou Chen’s arms, with her lips slightly raised, and traces of tears still at the corners of her eyes, inviting pity.
Zhou Chen held Zhao Shiyong’s fair body, gently stroking her jade-like beautiful back, silently embracing her.
They remained connected, enjoying the fiery emotions of heart-to-heart and body-to-body unity.
Zhao Shiyong buried her face in Zhou Chen’s chest, closing her beautiful eyes, biting her lip, seemingly unable to regain her strength.
She felt deep down that Zhou Chen’s constant indulgence in female affection was wrong, yet she deeply enjoyed it, lying in his arms brought genuine happiness.
The sun was high, already scorching their backsides.
Zhou Chen got out of bed, was attended by Zhao Shiyong, dressed, washed, and after breakfast.
"Let’s set off, go ho!"
With Zhao Shiyong in his arms, riding his beloved Jiaolong Horse, Zhou Chen felt a surge of vigor, riding bravely, like a wild horse set free, racing across mountains and plains.
"I want a silver saddle glinting on white horses!"
"I want to gallop like a teor!"
Zhou Chen seed to feel his youthful martial dream, dressed in fine garnts, traversing the world with a sword, pursuing a life of justice and revenge.
Ride the fastest horse, drink the strongest wine!
Slay the fiercest foes, claim the loveliest ladies!
"Robbery!"
Two horse thieves suddenly appeared, one wielding a wolf fang club, the other carrying an Xuanhua axe over his shoulder, and a tripwire arose ahead.
"I’ll handle this!"
Zhou Chen held Zhao Shiyong against his chest with his left hand, while unsheathing the Tier Three General Slayer Saber with his right hand.
Boom!
The saber emitted a forty-ter blade qi, slicing through the tripwire, and before the burly man wielding the Xuanhua axe could react, he was cleaved in two, splitting from his brow.
Whoosh!
Scalding blood splashed over the face of the man wielding the wolf fang club beside him.
"Blade qi?"
"Late-stage Body Refining?"
The wolf fang club man’s eyes widened; such blade qi could only be unleashed by soone above the seventh-layer refining organs, who had condensed their inner qi.
He hadn’t expected a casual robbery of a pretty-faced man and beauty to confront a youthful prodigy.
Whoosh!
"Why is my head wobbling?"
As his last thought flashed through his mind, his head had been lopped off by Zhou Chen, landing with a thud among the nearby grass.
Boom! Boom!
With two more swings, Zhou Chen’s blade qi swept through, slicing scores of ambushed horse thieves amidst the woods in half, flesh flying.
Clang!
Sheathing the saber, the Jiaolong Horse galloped onward without pause.
"Slaying one in ten steps, traveling a thousand miles without stopping!"
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