Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Lin Ci'an hesitated in the corridor holding a brocade quilt, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the pear blossoms embroidered on the corner of the quilt - that was the needlework he secretly learned from Master Mingyu.

The shadow of Chu Ziyu's swaying tail was reflected on the window paper, like a small hook to attract people.

Before he could finish his words, three silver tails broke through the window and wrapped around his waist like snakes.

Lin Ci'an felt dizzy and his back was sunk into the fluffy blanket.

In the darkness, Chu Ziyu's eyes glowed with a faint light, and the nine tails formed snowy waves in the tent, trapping him in a small space.

"I've already paid my respects—" The cat demon's fingertips brushed across his Adam's apple, and the ending tone was a little hooked. "Why are you pretending to be a gentleman?"

The current blackening value is zero.

Lin Ci'an's breathing became disordered.

The rustling sound of snow falling on the bamboo branches outside the window was mixed with the sound of cloth tearing.

(One year later, the sect competition)

The Tianxuan Sword Sect's martial arts arena was covered with morning frost.

Chu Ziyu, who had recovered his cultivation, wore a robe with wide sleeves like flowing clouds, and nine snow-white tails stretched out behind him like fans.

What was hanging on his waist was no longer the Qingfeng Sword, but the "Xuepo" bestowed by Xuanxiao himself - three of his innate sword energies were sealed in the sword body made of ice crystals, and colorful rays of light flowed under the sunlight.

"The champion of this competition—Chu Ziyu!"

The judge elder's voice echoed among the mountains.

The disciples who had once questioned Chu Ziyu held their breath, and the purple-clothed female cultivator who had burned the sword manual that year suddenly rushed up the stairs.

She held a burnt-edged copy of "Jian Qi Tong Xuan Annotation" and burst into tears, "Brother... I secretly glued it back together..."

Between the yellowed pages, you can still see the beautiful handwriting that Chu Ziyu annotated with cinnabar.

Chu Ziyu gently brushed away her tears with the tip of his tail, then turned and reached out to the judges' table.

Lin Ci'an's black sword robe fluttered like an eagle, and he interlocked his fingers with him under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Xuan Xiao's white jade crown on the judges' panel was slightly tilted, while Ming Yu smiled with her fangs showing, and scattered wedding candies with the words "Have a baby soon" to the audience.

"A long-lasting marriage! Two babies in three years!"

The noises of laughter continued. Chu Ziyu's cat ears instantly turned pink. Lin Ci'an frantically explained, "Brother, it's really not me who taught them..."

Before he could finish his words, Maowei covered his mouth and the audience burst into laughter.

(A hundred years later, Tianshu Peak Sutra Library)

The morning light shines through the carved window lattices and falls on the yellowed "Clan Chronicle".

Lin Ci'an, who had become the head of the sect, slammed his hands in anger and said, "How dare you include a storybook like 'The Secret History of the Demon King'?"

There was an unsightly illustration on the page: a nine-tailed cat demon was pinned against a tree by a swordsman, its clothes half-undone.

"How can unofficial history be as exciting as official history?"

Chu Ziyu's tail entwined itself around him, flipping open the tome that Xuan Xiao had revised. Under the entry for "Chu Ziyu," the small, gold-plated characters shone brightly:

[Daoist companion Lin Ci'an. In the 372nd year of the Immortal Calendar, they forged an alliance between the two realms in the Ten Thousand Bone Caverns, dedicating their lives to a lifetime together. Note: The Xuepo Sword is currently housed on the top floor of the Hidden Sword Pavilion. Embedded within the sword's hilt is a set of dual cultivation techniques, suspected to be a gift from Mingyu.]

Lin Ci'an's ears turned red instantly.

The sounds of young disciples playing could be heard outside the window. Several half-demon children were fighting with swords under a peach tree. The silver-haired kitten and the black-haired Thunder Spirit were fighting to a standstill, and there was a sleepy little medicine boy next to them.

Chu Ziyu suddenly pushed his Taoist partner between the bookshelves, and his nine tails wove into an impenetrable net.

A hundred years later, his eyes were still as bright as when they first met: "Junior Brother Lin, when we were..."

“I knew it.”

Lin Ci'an bit the tip of his ear and said, "Since the first time you wiped my face with your tail."

The door of the Sutra Library slammed shut.

The disciple on duty looked at the violently shaking barrier and silently hung up a wooden sign that read "Renovation Today".

The spring breeze blew past the copper bells on the eaves, just like the sound of swords outside the Demon Locking Tower.

"The small world is over."