As the doors of the White Jade Palace opened, Lu Jin’an glanced at the noble and cold Qingmiao Palace Master Xiao Yinruo, then looked beside her.
Xiao Yinruo, with her cold and mature charm, was certainly beautiful, but Lu Jin’an wasn’t familiar with her. Besides, the only difference between her and Nanzhi was a bit less years’ refinent, and her bust was slightly smaller.
Lu Jin’an’s gaze fixed on Zhu Nanzhi’s classically cold face, a flicker of surprise in his dark pupils.
He originally intended to feign ’just realizing Nanzhi’s identity’ for his Master and Nanzhi’s sake, but seeing Nanzhi’s expression, he was truly surprised.
This sickly delicate wife was looking at him, yet there was no warmth?
Was this like her?
Did sothing go wrong with her cultivation?
Could it be that because she didn’t make him into a Sword Spirit, she fell from the Forget Love Path to the Heartless Path?
Lu Jin’an thought with so worry, and then saw that Nanzhi’s cold expression seed to soften a bit. This detail slightly reassured him. He was just wondering if Nanzhi was restraining her emotions because Xiao Yinruo was present when suddenly he felt a soft body sticking to his back.
Not feeling much weight and with a cool touch, it was undoubtedly Senior Sister.
A white slender chilly hand crossed over his shoulder, and Lu Jin’an clearly felt the figure behind him, Mu Qingyue, tiptoe, her cold voice playfully cooing—
"Junior Brother~ why didn’t you wait for ?"
The morning breeze lifted so strands of silver-white hair before Lu Jin’an’s eyes, and his eyelid twitched uncontrollably... The day had just started, and it was already this intense?
In his sight, Zhu Nanzhi’s previously softened expression froze, and her once gentle azure eyes instantly turned sharp, her cold deanor infused with a terrifying killing intent.
Clang—
Her left thumb gently flicked, and the Immortal Sword Zhanming in her hand suddenly erged a few inches. The Forget Love Sword Qi, based on the Supre Forget Love Immortal Technique, lacked Mu Qingyue’s coldness but had a piercing edge that struck straight to the heart.
Forget Love Swordsmanship is the unification of the body sword and the heart sword.
In that instant, all eyes on scene focused with shock and uncertainty.
Why did this peaceful mont suddenly fill with killing intent?
Zhao Shize’s eyes suddenly brightened, murmuring subconsciously: "Such a fragrance... no, such a strong scent of blood!"
"The Immortal Sword Zhanming, isn’t she the new Saintess of Qingmiao Palace? Is she challenging Senior Mu directly?" Guan Wen spoke puzzled: "But no matter how you want to challenge, this isn’t the ti..."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you just don’t understand, do you?" Zhao Shize shook his head flamboyantly: "This isn’t about challenging Senior Mu at all. Obviously, it’s because of Senior Brother..."
"She wants to challenge Senior Brother?" Jiang Wuya frowned: "To prove her strength as the Saintess of Qingmiao Palace?"
"Oh my, you all are so foolish, especially you, Second Senior Brother. Being unable to touch won is one thing, but not even interacting with them? That’s just foolish... never mind." Zhao Shize shook his head flamboyantly: "I’m not explaining to you. You’ll understand soon enough."
And just as Xiao Yinruo, who had exchanged greetings with Zeng Suqin and was about to hand over the invitation, heard Mu Qingyue’s voice from the Wandao Sect, she felt a bad premonition. As soon as she turned her head, she saw the murderous Zhu Nanzhi.
But seeing Nanzhi’s look, she felt a touch of relief. Knowing jealousy showed there hadn’t been an issue with Nanzhi’s Forget Love Path.
And in that mont of inner relief, Zhu Nanzhi had fully drawn Zhanming, her deep blue hair moving on its own in the morning sunlight, like a cascade of chaotic clouds, glimring with a sinister sheen.
"Let go of my husband!"
Attired in a pale blue dress, Zhu Nanzhi raised her wrist, and amidst the flickering sword light, she and her long sword cut across the sky like an arrow through clouds, the brilliant sword’s ray directly targeting Mu Qingyue’s brow from where she peered over Lu Jin’an’s shoulder.
Zhu Nanzhi genuinely wanted to maintain her cold Saintess deanor in front of her husband, but she couldn’t tolerate this blindfolded woman being intimate in her presence.
She guessed that this woman was indeed her husband’s Senior Sister, Mu Qingyue, known as the ’Sword Immortal’, but her sixth sense also told her that Mu Qingyue was deliberately provoking her.
Because Mu Qingyue was clearly speaking to her husband, yet facing her.
Zhu Nanzhi didn’t know whether Mu Qingyue was really blind or pretending, but she definitely felt the provocation.
No woman could tolerate such a thing!
Therefore, she cared not whether she could maintain the impression of a cold Saintess for her husband or about the current occasion, she brazenly attacked Mu Qingyue, who wanted to steal her man!
Lu Jin’an, who bore the brunt, clearly felt Nanzhi’s overwhelming Sword Qi, but not a trace of it touched him—all of it directed at Mu Qingyue.
Lu Jin’an wanted to intervene, but he did not.
Because Nanzhi was a sickly delicate type.
Helping Senior Sister would only drive Nanzhi into madness, possibly turning her love into hatred and using any ans to claim him.
And whether it was Nanzhi or Qingyue, they both mattered to him, so—
Let them vent their emotions and calm down first.
Lu Jin’an didn’t intentionally evade because he sensed the Sword Qi from the Senior Sister behind him.
Senior Sister was a purer Sword Cultivator than Nanzhi. Facing Zhu Nanzhi’s undisguised edge, she would only choose to counter with her own sword.
Whoosh—
Almost the instant Zhu Nanzhi rushed, Mu Qingyue also stepped out from behind Lu Jin’an. With her left hand on the sheath and her right hand on the hilt, she instantly drew ’Morning and Dusk’. The frosty Sword Qi spread, rising like an antelope’s horn, blocking Zhu Nanzhi’s Zhanming.
Clang—
The sharp sound of the two Immortal Swords ringing out, the fierce sword light whistling and surging, soaring into the sky.
Heavenly light pierced through the clouds, casting two lines of white across the sky, instantly flooding the world, swifter and brighter than morning light.
’If it were Master, he would probably continue to tease , driving Nanzhi mad with jealousy...’
With that thought flashing in his mind, Lu Jin’an gazed upwards. The dazzling sword light slightly narrowed his eyes, his heart amazed by Nanzhi’s Sword Dao cultivation.
But at that mont, he also completely felt at ease.
Nanzhi was still the familiar sickly delicate one; her Forget Love Path was unscathed.
Yet Lu Jin’an dared not relax, pondering how to diate when suddenly he felt a prickling sensation on his back. A sharp turn revealed all the gazes from both Wandao Sect and Qingmiao Palace focused solely on him, ignoring the battle above.
Astonishnt, curiosity, disbelief...
Ultimately, Second Junior Brother Jiang Wuya broke the silence.
"Senior Brother, did Saintess Zhu just call you... ’husband’?"
Lu Jin’an glanced at the equally curious Elder Zeng Suqin and the unfriendly Qingmiao Palace Master Xiao Yinruo, then looked back skyward...
Maintaining silence.
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Author: It’s not that I didn’t want to release this together; it’s just that writing such a chaotic scene is quite difficult. I wanted to do my best according to my ability... I should have finished this Chapter to publish it together, sorry~
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