Chapter 429: Chapter 429
429: Chapter 416: Dozed Off Quickly 429: Chapter 416: Dozed Off Quickly With her single comment as guidance, the Heir of Tianxi looked up and indeed saw that the red candles were about to burn out, their wax trickling down the entire stand.
He gave an apologetic smile and said, “It’s late into the night, and yet Senior Sister has to tire herself by teaching me the Sword Dao.
It was thoughtless of me.”
Fang Geyu thought to herself, this simpleton is more than just thoughtless, but a real blockhead, utterly obtuse!
Yet for some reason, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of amusement mixed with an inexplicable sense of relief.
Though she didn’t even know what she was feeling relieved about.
Yun Rong smiled without a word and waved her hand to extinguish the remaining candlelight.
With a clear and composed mind, she was aware of her own identity, her duty to bring joy to her husband and to captivate him with all her heart.
In the darkness, her face, accustomed to indolence, also seemed to exude a certain clear and enchanting beauty.
With gentle hands, used to the company of swords, she undressed him, removing his attire and jade crown without a tremor, her movements the epitome of calm grace with a cool gentleness.
Despite this calm and gentle beauty seeming almost too unreal to be true, like flowers seen in a mist or the moon reflected on water’s surface.
Cool and detached, much like her chilly fingertips.
The woman’s soft and warm body leaned over through the clothes, her slender and well-proportioned arms wrapping lightly around the young man’s waist.
The moon-white undergarments were loose, and with her movements partially falling open, a downward glance would reveal the enticing, smooth skin over Yun Rong’s shoulders and the delicately alluring collarbones, subtly visible.
The sudden closeness caused him to stiffen abruptly, belatedly realizing that now his Senior Sister was not just that, but also his wife.
He then understood that discussing the Dao tonight had been a foolish idea.
Between husband and wife, it was natural to engage in acts of intimacy.
Being overly formal and distant was highly inappropriate.
Thus, he leaned forward to reciprocate this closeness, pressing his cheek against Yun Rong’s and gently rubbing it.
After caressing her cheek, he pulled over the blanket and lay down beside Yun Rong…
In the night light, Yun Rong was momentarily stunned, her fingertip lightly touching the spot on her cheek he had rubbed, her expression unusually bewildered for a long time, looking somewhat foolish.
Then she chuckled, suddenly as if understanding something.
Fang Geyu had to admire the strict family traditions of the Xijian Sect.
The Sword Master himself lived a punctilious life, his discipline more rigid than the heavens—well, that was one thing, but to raise his only child into such a wooden, uninspired lump!
Thinking about it more deeply, in those rapidly recalled memories, Fang Geyu saw that from young to old, there seemingly wasn’t a day filled with carefree joy for him.
His talent was exceptional, and the Sword Master wholeheartedly wanted his only child to cultivate the Thirteen Sword Souls like himself, leaving him a mountain of lessons every day.
Though his freedom was not explicitly restricted, he spent most of his days alone in his own cultivation chamber.
With his noble identity, he underwent ascetic cultivation on the mountain, never even having a maid to pour him water or tea—how could he understand the basic human desires of the Mortal World?
A dull stone untouched and unguided would remain forever oblivious.
With this in mind, Fang Geyu finally understood why, over all these years, he had been oblivious to his female disciple’s admiration for him.
With such a temperament, it would be difficult not only to recognize other people’s fondness for him, but even if he one day developed worldly desires, with his languid nature, he probably wouldn’t even notice it himself.
Yun Rong was also a lazy-natured person, disinterested in anything beyond the Sword Dao and unconcerned with matters of love between men and women, content with her leisure.
She was probably very satisfied with how simple and easy to handle her own husband was.
This couple may be odd, but Fang Geyu also felt that their temperaments unexpectedly gave off a sense of being oddly right for each other.
Neither greedy nor covetous, they were content with whatever life presented.
One might say they constituted a couple who lived above worldly temptations.
It was just a pity that in the midst of this couple, oblivious to love and affection, was a Demon Clan female disciple with intense emotions.
This couple, Fang Geyu thought, was unlikely to last for long.
The scene changed, and indeed, Fang Geyu’s prediction came true.
The days of peace didn’t last long before trouble arose.
The righteous forces had indeed won rather easily in the great battle that shattered the Demon World.
However, the strongest forces within the Demon World hadn’t yet awakened, and the senior Demon Generals were sealed using Secret Techniques in the unfathomable Demon Prison.
As time passed uncounted, the power of the Demon World surged forth again, with the Six Rivers presiding over the northern kingdom of Zhao and the Demon Sect’s influence growing stronger day by day.
The battles between the righteous and the demonic could not decisively end in favor of either side, igniting another round of tragically costly conflicts.
By this time, the Heir of Tianxi had become the true Master of Tianxi.
The young man had grown into a youth, his cultivation and strength rising rapidly, fully mastering the Thirteen Sword Souls, and successfully resonating with the ancient sword stone atop Tianxi Mountain to become a supreme sword body.
He was a towering figure, an undisputed gentleman, respected by all for his ability to bring a golden age of peace to the Mortal World, and was thus deeply cherished.
With the outbreak of war that night, it was natural for him to be propelled to the forefront by all beings.
The Demon Clan, known for their ruthless and cunning deeds, had long operated without regard for consequences.
Under the guise of several tranquil centuries, their venomous influence had already seeped into the Immortal Sects of the righteous path, lying dormant and deeply rooted.
After several battles, the righteous warriors always faced traps that left them attacked from both front and back, with the loss of lives growing worse by the year.
As a result, the Immortal Sects couldn’t help but suspect the presence of the Demon Clan within the righteous path.
But the Demon Clan was adept at disguising themselves as humans, their power unfathomable and indiscernible like Ghost Gods, and after multiple investigations, no concrete results were found.
However, there was one person who, without need for investigation, everyone knew was indeed from the Demon Clan.
Even if she was a renegade, she belonged to the Demon Clan.
Yet due to that person’s identity, people only dared to speculate and remain cautious in their hearts.
On the battlefield, they deliberately made things difficult, designing her to suffer greatly, hoping she would die subtly in the conflict between righteous and demonic, bringing them peace of mind.
But what they never expected was that the Master of Tianxi would protect his only Demon Clan disciple impenetrably, as if he had long anticipated that she would end up in a predicament of suspicion and betrayal, not granting them the slightest opportunity to act against her.
Such favoritism naturally aroused a lot of resentment in the hearts of the righteous warriors.
They felt that his actions were for personal desires, completely disregarding the bigger picture.
Fang Geyu had seen the madness and obsession in Arao’s eyes.
Although she was a renegade, she indeed had a dangerous and unsettling aura.
But she did not believe that this Demon Clan woman, who had developed admiration for her own master, would truly betray him.
Because she happened to see that day, atop the peak shrouded in immortal mist, there was a natural spiritual vein and Cold Spring, located at the southern Tianxi Mountain.
This Cold Spring had miraculous healing properties, rich in Spiritual Energy, and was truly a geomantic treasure.