Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14338 Xihua Zong

The woman continued, "Perhaps the Overlord Emperor has heard of it. After all, the Xihua Sect is now keeping a low profile, but our sect was once very prominent in the Cloud Mist Kingdom."

Back in the day, the Xi Hua Sect was a powerful force in the Cloud Mist Kingdom, with numerous disciples and countless experts, commanding respect from countless other forces.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, quickly searching his mind for relevant information.

His memory is like a vast library, where he can browse and search through countless pieces of information.

"Xihua Sect?"

I have indeed heard of it, but I don't know much about it.

We only know that it once had a glorious past, but we don't know what its current situation is.

The woman nodded, gave a slight bow, and made an elegant gesture of invitation, a movement as graceful and captivating as that of a dancer in a palace.

The jade bracelets on their wrists clinked together, producing a crisp sound, like a clear mountain spring, tinkling and melodious.

Please come with me, Your Majesty; this place is not safe to linger.

The Blazing Fire Sect has many informants; if they discover our presence, it could cause unnecessary trouble.

At that time, not only will our cooperation be affected, but it may also cause you unnecessary trouble.

Ling Xiao and Ni Shuanghan exchanged a glance, a glance filled with trust and understanding.

Ni Shuanghan nodded slightly, that gentle nod seeming to give Ling Xiao a definite answer.

Ling Xiao then said:
"lead the way."

The woman turned and led the way, her steps light and elegant, her skirt fluttering as if she were a blooming purple lotus moving through the sky.

The purple skirt, like the clouds on the horizon, shimmered with a captivating brilliance under the sunlight, as if it had painted the entire sky with a mysterious hue.

She was like a fairy from a celestial realm, guiding Ling Xiao and Ni Shuanghan toward an unknown future.

Before long, the three arrived at an extremely secluded valley.

Nestled amidst towering mountains, this valley is a natural barrier that isolates this place from the outside world.

The valley entrance was gently enveloped by a pale pink light curtain, which resembled a dreamy veil, soft and mysterious.

Mysterious runes flowed across the light screen, shimmering with an eerie glow, as if containing endless secrets and telling ancient and mysterious stories.

The woman tilted her head slightly, her slender fingers forming a complex hand seal, resembling a star map, as if she were a graceful dancer.

As she completed her incantation, the pale pink light curtain seemed to be gently parted by an invisible hand, revealing a winding path.

The path was lined with strange star-patterned flowers. These flowers were of various shapes and sizes, with petals covered with star-like patterns, swaying gently in the breeze.

They emitted a faint glow, like fireflies in the night sky, twinkling and illuminating the path as if it were a dreamlike realm.

As soon as she stepped into the valley, Ni Shuanghan's brows furrowed as if by an invisible hand. Her eyes instantly became alert, and her hand instinctively pressed against the hilt of her sword, which was engraved with exquisite patterns that gleamed faintly in the glowing light.

Her gaze, sharp as a sword, swept rapidly across the surroundings, as if searching for danger lurking in the shadows.

The valley is a hidden world, as if it were another world altogether.

The pavilions and towers are scattered in a well-organized manner, some built against the mountain and some standing by the water. Each building is unique and shows an extraordinary style.

The small bridge and flowing water complement each other, with the clear stream flowing gently under the bridge, splashing up white water droplets.

The weeping willows by the stream sway gently in the wind, their branches dancing in the breeze, like a painting meticulously crafted by nature, a veritable paradise on earth.

Everywhere you look, you see women dressed in various colored gauze dresses. They are like fairies who have stepped out of a painting. Each of them has a beautiful face, eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like stars, and a graceful figure.

Their clothes were mostly light and sheer, with their graceful curves faintly visible beneath the light pink or pale purple gauze, like flowers blooming in spring, exuding a captivating charm.

As these women walked, they exuded a fragrant breeze, a scent as fresh and pleasant as the fragrance of spring flowers.

Their eyes, as they move, exude a myriad of charms, sometimes gentle as water, sometimes alluring and captivating, yet never appearing frivolous; instead, they possess a unique allure.

What displeased Ni Shuanghan even more was that these women, upon seeing Ling Xiao, not only did not avoid him, but instead boldly cast their gazes at him.

Their gazes were like blazing flames, their eyes gleaming with undisguised admiration and longing.

Many women's eyes held undisguised admiration and longing, their gazes so intense they almost burned one's soul, as if Lingxiao were a rare treasure that they couldn't resist exploring.

Several of the younger women even covered their mouths and chuckled softly. Their laughter was as clear and melodious as silver bells, yet it carried a hint of mischief and cunning.

They whispered to each other, their gazes occasionally drifting towards Ling Xiao, their eyes filled with curiosity and admiration.

Ni Shuanghan's face grew increasingly cold, like frost in the dead of winter, sending chills down one's spine.

A faint aura of sword energy circulated around him, and the sword energy was so real that it drew invisible traces in the air.

The temperature in the air seemed to drop a few degrees, as if frozen by her icy aura.

She stared intently at the women, her eyes filled with a warning, as if telling them not to have any improper thoughts about Ling Xiao.

The woman moved gracefully, leading the two steadily to the front of an extremely magnificent hall.

This grand hall, like a majestic mountain peak, stands between heaven and earth, exuding an aura of solemnity and mystery.

The palace gate was carved from a single piece of warm jade. The jade was smooth and warm in texture, with a soft color, and it faintly emitted a halo under the starlight.

The palace gate is about three zhang high, like a gateway to a mysterious world. It is engraved with intricate yin-yang fish patterns. The lines of the patterns are smooth, and the yin and yang are intertwined, as if they contain the most profound philosophy of the world.

The fish-eye is inlaid with rare obsidian, which is as black as ink and shimmers with a mysterious and profound light under the starlight, like the most distant star in the night sky, making people want to explore its mysteries.

Ling Xiao and Ni Shuanghan slowly stepped into the hall. As soon as they entered, Ling Xiao's expression became somewhat subtle.

His gaze swept across the walls of the main hall, a hint of surprise and embarrassment flashing in his eyes.

The murals in this main hall are really... a bit too revealing...

The murals depict men and women in various poses, some embracing and dancing, others whispering intimately. The scenes are bold and unrestrained, with vibrant and intense colors, as if they are igniting the desires in people's hearts.

Ni Shuanghan's face was as cold as frost, and her icy expression was like frost in the dead of winter, sending chills down one's spine.

The surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees, as if enveloped by the chill emanating from her.