If anything happened during the journey, the Fengyue Sect would decide whether the man was suitable for their disciple.
Thinking this, Wang Mu imdiately felt sothing was a bit off.
It wasn't long before Mu Hongyuan erged. However, her appearance now was vastly different. She looked just like the Mu Hongyuan from the Refining Emotion Cave. Her long black hair was neatly coiled up high, adorned with intricate decorations. A silver Jade Belt cinched her waist, and the Unrivaled Bell hung casually upon it. That charming face from a thousand years ago, as if replicated, was exactly the sa as in Wang Mu's mory. Her enchanting peach blossom eyes flickered lightly, seemingly capable of drawing people in, making it difficult for them to escape. She gave off no discernible aura—not strong, nor weak—its true nature impossible to ascertain. She took delicate steps forward, her charm boundless. Beneath her crimson dress were feet as delicate as Linglong, her steps like ripples on water. Those glowing, jade-like toes made Wang Mu's heart skip a beat.
The final CG of the ga featured Mu Hongyuan barefoot. She typically appeared barefoot in the ga as well; whether or not she harbored so unusual fetish was unknown…
In this mont, Mu Hongyuan seed to have truly returned to a thousand years ago, transforming into the Palace Master of the Shura Demon Palace, that confidante, and not the current Supre Master of the Fengyue Sect, a powerhouse in the Ascension Realm.
"Why aren't you wearing shoes?" Wang Mu asked.
Mu Hongyuan paused. "I don't want to."
"Where do you want to go?" Wang Mu inquired. "This isn't a thousand years ago, and I'm not familiar with the Nine Provinces."
"Let's go to the Sword Sect first," she said.
Wang Mu was silent. What is she trying to do?
"Aren't you very familiar with the Sword Sect? What would we do there?" Wang Mu shook his head. "Shall we find another place?"
"I am familiar with it, but I've never gone there with you," Mu Hongyuan's blood-red lips curved slightly. "You're Dongfang Mu now, not Wang Mu. What's there to fear?"
She continued, "Besides, that Yan Sword Immortal is in seclusion. It will be a while before he awakens."
"In my current guise, no one will recognize any connection between and the Fengyue Sect's Supre Master."
Indeed, only those who had fought the Supre Master, like Yan Qingwu, had truly seen her real face. Her actual appearance was only five or six tenths similar to the puppet of Mu Lanxue from the Sword Sect Holy Land. Not to ntion, her current appearance was how she looked a thousand years ago; her aura and charm were entirely different. Even if she stood before the Elders of Fengyue Valley, they wouldn't necessarily recognize her.
"That won't do either. Let's change locations," Wang Mu said, shaking his head.
"Heh, a man's promise is truly unreliable," Mu Hongyuan scoffed. "Just monts ago, you were so quick to agree, and now you're backing out? What, are you afraid sothing will happen to that Yan Sword Immortal of yours?"
"While you're with , you're still thinking about other won, aren't you?"
"Were you thinking of other won back then too, when you made promises behind my back?"
Wang Mu was speechless.
"Fine, let's go then," Wang Mu relented and summoned his Flying Sword.
"What do you need a Flying Sword for? You're Dongfang Mu now, an old relic from a thousand years ago. You don't know the Sword Control Technique," Mu Hongyuan stated.
"Then how should we go?"
Mu Hongyuan suddenly flashed a seductive smile. "Brother Mu, since you want to fulfill your promise, shouldn't you play the part completely?"
"What do you an?"
"You said you'd carry while we wandered the world. Have you forgotten? We were already lovers back then. As lovers, why are you standing so far away from ?"
"So what do you want?"
"Naturally, you should co over and carry . Carry there."
Wang Mu was silent. Alright. Your cultivation realm is higher; I'll listen to you.
He walked over and crouched down slightly.
A mont later, a gust of wind swept past. He felt a soft touch on his back, and a bewitching voice whispered in his ear, "Let's go, Brother Mu. If your elder sister doesn't say you can put down, you absolutely cannot put down, okay?"
Wang Mu hooked his hands under her knees, feeling the figure on his back was as light as a breeze, carrying almost no weight.
Walking to the Sword Sect wouldn't take Wang Mu long. With the map in his mind, it was only a matter of a few days. Given the current strength of his physical body, a gentle leap could break the wind and send him soaring. If he augnted this with a simple magic art like the Wind Control Skill, his speed would hardly be slower than that of an average Foundation Establishnt Cultivator using the Sword Control Technique.
"Let's go."
Wang Mu hoisted Mu Hongyuan onto his back, took a light step, and leaped, covering tens of *zhang* in a single bound. The wind howled past. Compared to using Sword Control, this indeed had a different kind of charm.
"What do you want to do at the Sword Sect?" Wang Mu asked on the way.
"Visit, of course. To see the place where you do your daily cultivation," Mu Hongyuan said leisurely. "I hear the Sword Sect has a lot of fine wine. You know I don't have many hobbies, right?"
"Also, you have to keep entertained along the way. If I beco unhappy, your promise will be considered a failure. You agreed to this back then."
Wang Mu was silent. Alright.
"Shouldn't there be a ti limit?" Wang Mu asked.
"A ti limit…" Mu Hongyuan paused. "Let's say one year."
"Isn't that… too long?" Wang Mu frowned. A whole year accompanying Mu Hongyuan on her travels? This is practically imprisonnt!
"Too long?" Mu Hongyuan said softly. "Back then, a certain soone promised the rest of their life… Now it's just one year, and you already think it's too long? Such promises are indeed unreliable."
Wang Mu was silent.
"Then one year it is."
After all, I've only been cultivating for a few years and I'm just a step away from the Golden Core realm. Delaying for a year doesn't matter much.
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