In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

The morning mist lingered in the mountains, covering the peaks of the Ten Thousand Mountains like a veil.

Li Zimo stood on the edge of a cliff, took out the Yunyou Tianfu jade pendant, and lightly touched the fourth purple line on the jade pendant with his fingertips.

"Miss Xingwan, it's your turn."

As the purple light flowed, a tall woman appeared.

She was wearing a dark purple long dress with a thin silver belt around her waist, which made her waist look as slender as a willow.

Her long black hair was loosely tied up with a purple hairpin, and a few strands of hair fell beside her fair cheeks.

The most eye-catching thing is the pair of long and straight legs, which are faintly visible in the slit of the skirt.

Shen Xingwan tapped the ground lightly with her toes and landed steadily.

Her features were picturesque yet possessed a certain coldness, her red lips slightly pursed, her eyes distant and restrained.

Completely different from the lively Chu Yutong, when she stood still even the hem of her skirt did not move at all. She was like a sword drawn from its sheath, its edge restrained but not to be ignored.

"Mr. Li." She nodded slightly, her voice as clear and cold as a jade chime.

Li Zimo looked at this cold and beautiful woman, secretly praising Hua Yingxue's unique vision.

Shen Xingwan has a kind of aura that keeps people at a distance, but this makes people want to get closer to her.

"Miss Xingwan, there's no need to be so polite." Li Zimo said with a gentle smile, "The weather is nice today, how about I take you to see the wonders of the Shiwan Mountains?"

Shen Xingwan's eyes moved slightly as he looked towards the sea of ​​clouds in the distance. "I've heard that there are seventy-two peaks in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, each with a different view. If Master Li has some free time, Xingwan would naturally be willing to accompany you."

Her answer was polite and restrained. She didn't have the excitement of Chu Yutong, nor the charm of Lin Yuejian, but she had her own style.

The two walked along the mountain path.

Shen Xingwan walked lightly, her purple skirt fluttering slightly in the wind, like a noble violet.

Li Zimo noticed that she walked with her back straight, her neck as swan-like, and her posture amazingly elegant.

"What kind of martial arts does Miss Xingwan practice?" Li Zimo broke the silence.

"Galaxy Sword Technique." Shen Xingwan replied briefly, his fingers unconsciously stroking the jade pendant at his waist. "It's a mid-level Earth-level martial art, not worth mentioning."

Li Zimo's eyes flashed with interest. "Galaxy Sword Technique? I wonder if I could have the honor to see it?" Li Zimo said sincerely, "I'm quite knowledgeable about martial arts training, so maybe I can offer some advice."

Shen Xingwan hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Please give me some advice, Master Li."

She walked to a flat rock and began to practice.

The long sword in her hand condensed into brilliant starlight, drawing a graceful arc in the void.

As she moved, the sword light poured out like a galaxy, sometimes passing like a meteor, sometimes flowing like a nebula.

Every turn and every move carries with it an indescribable beauty.

The purple long skirt fluttered with her movements, occasionally revealing her long and straight legs, but they were quickly covered by the hem of the skirt, adding to the temptation.

Li Zimo watched intently, secretly praising in his heart.

Shen Xingwan's martial arts skills have reached a small level of success, but there is still room for improvement in some subtle aspects.

As Shen Xingwan retracted his sword, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his breathing became a little rapid.

The rise and fall of her chest was particularly obvious under the tight fabric, but she quickly adjusted her breathing and returned to her cold and composed appearance.

"Miss Xingwan's martial arts have reached a minor level of success," Li Zimo praised sincerely. "It's just that when she was transitioning from the third form, 'Star River Upside Down,' to the fourth form, 'Star Shifting,' the flow of her spiritual energy was a little sluggish."

A hint of surprise flashed in Shen Xingwan's eyes: "Mr. Li can actually see the changes in the moves of the Xinghe Sword Technique?"

Li Zimo smiled and said, "I know a thing or two. How about I show you?"

He took Shen Xingwan's sword and stood where she was just now.

Li Zimo's swordsmanship was vigorous yet delicate. He perfectly reproduced Shen Xingwan's previous moves and made slight adjustments at the transition points.

Shen Xingwan stared at it intently, a rare look of admiration appearing on her cold and beautiful face.

"Xingwan admires Master Li's high level of swordsmanship." She rarely said a few more words.

Li Zimo handed the sword back to her. "Why don't we practice together? I can point out any problems at any time."

Shen Xingwan hesitated for a moment and nodded.

The two stood side by side, practicing sword techniques together.

Li Zimo would approach her from time to time, gently holding her wrist with one hand to adjust the angle, and occasionally touching her waist with the other hand to correct her posture.

With every touch, Shen Xingwan's body would stiffen slightly, but would quickly relax and focus on performing sword techniques.

"Here, the spiritual power needs to be concentrated by another three points." Li Zimo stood behind her, his chest almost touching her back, his hands covering hers to guide the circulation of spiritual power.

He could smell the faint orchid scent in Shen Xingwan's hair and feel her slightly quickened breathing.

Shen Xingwan did not dodge, but the tips of her ears turned red.

She adjusted her posture according to Li Zimo's instructions, and her martial arts skills became much smoother.

"Thank you, Mr. Li, for your guidance." She whispered her thanks, her voice a little softer than usual.

At noon, the two came to a waterfall.

The waterfall is shimmering with colorful light in the sun, and the water is crystal clear.

"The Galaxy Sword Technique emphasizes the unity of nature and man, and the highest level is 'Galaxy Falling from the Sky.'" Li Zimo pointed at the waterfall. "Legend has it that a master of swordsmanship can sever the water with a single strike from a waterfall."

Shen Xingwan looked at the waterfall, a trace of longing in his eyes: "Xingwan's cultivation is still shallow, I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to reach that level."

"Why not give it a try?" Li Zimo encouraged. "I'll be there to protect you."

Shen Xingwan hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.

She took off her outer robe and wore only a tight purple outfit, which made her figure more graceful.

Especially those long legs, the lines are breathtakingly beautiful under the tights.

She formed seals with her hands and slowly walked into the pool.

The cold water covered her calves, making her shiver. When she reached the edge of the waterfall, the splashing water quickly soaked her clothes.

The purple fabric clung to her body, outlining her alluring curves.

Shen Xingwan began to perform sword skills.

Under the impact of the water flow, her movements were much more difficult than usual, but she was still meticulous.

Her wet clothes were almost transparent, revealing her graceful figure, but she was completely unaware of it, concentrating on practicing martial arts.

Li Zimo stood on the shore, his eyes involuntarily attracted by the body that was faintly visible under the wet clothes.

Shen Xingwan's figure is even more amazing than it appears from a distance, especially her long legs, whose lines are as graceful as a carefully crafted work of art.

Suddenly, Shen Xingwan slipped and fell backwards.

Li Zimo was quick-witted and quick-handed. He jumped into the water and put his arms around her slender waist.

The two looked at each other, and a rare trace of panic appeared on Shen Xingwan's cold and elegant face.

Her red lips were slightly open, her chest was heaving violently, and her wet clothes revealed everything.

Time seemed to stand still, leaving only the roar of the waterfall.

Li Zimo could clearly feel every curve of the delicate body in his arms, especially the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest.

"Be careful." Li Zimo whispered, his voice slightly hoarse from suppressing desire.

Shen Xingwan bit her lower lip lightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Li."

She tried to stand up straight, but found that her right ankle was sprained. She groaned in pain when she exerted any force.

"Don't move." Li Zimo frowned and picked her up horizontally. "You are injured."

Shen Xingwan exclaimed and subconsciously put her arms around his neck.

This action brought their faces very close to each other, and she could clearly see her reflection in Li Zimo's eyes.

She had never been so close to a man before, and her heart was beating like a drum, but she pretended to be calm.

"Put me down..." Her voice lost its usual coolness and carried a rare hint of panic.

Li Zimo ignored her protest and strode towards the shore: "Don't be so stubborn."

He gently placed Shen Xingwan on a flat rock and squatted down to check her ankle.

The slender ankles were already a little red and swollen, which was particularly obvious against the fair skin.

"It's just a minor sprain." Li Zimo gently touched the injured area, causing Shen Xingwan to hiss softly, "It needs to be treated immediately."

He took out the ointment from his bosom and gently applied it to the red and swollen area.

Shen Xingwan looked at his focused profile, and her cold heart seemed to be gently touched.

From childhood to adulthood, apart from her late parents and master, no one had ever cared so much about her injuries.

"Okay." Li Zimo looked up and caught Shen Xingwan's gaze before she could look away.

In those beautiful eyes that were always as cold as ice, there was a hint of softness that he had never seen before.

Shen Xingwan quickly looked away and pretended to be calm: "Thank you, Mr. Li."

As night fell, the two settled in a cave near the waterfall.

Li Zimoming lit a bonfire. Shen Xingwan's clothes had been dried, but her foot injury made it difficult for her to move, so she could only sit by the fire.

"Are you hungry?" Li Zimo took out some dry food and a water bag and handed them to her.

Shen Xingwan took it and thanked him softly.

In the light of the fire, her cold and beautiful face became a little softer, and her figure under the purple clothes became more graceful.

"Why is Master Li so attentive to the seven of us?" she suddenly asked, her voice very soft. "Given your status and position, there's no need for you to be so attentive."

Li Zimo added a piece of firewood, and the flames danced on his handsome face. "Because I respect every girl. Feelings need to be cultivated, not forced."

Shen Xingwan was slightly stunned, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

She looked down at the water bag in her hand and whispered, "Xing Wan lost both her parents at a young age and was raised by her master. He was strict and rarely kind. After he passed away, I began practicing on my own... It's been a long time since anyone has treated me like Master Li has."

This was the first time she talked about her past. Although her voice was soft, it made Li Zimo's heart tremble.

He finally understood why Shen Xingwan was always cold and frosty - it was just armor to protect herself.

"Xingwan..." He couldn't help but move closer and hold her slightly cold hand. "From now on, you are no longer alone."

Shen Xingwan did not pull back her hand, but her long eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a faint shadow in the firelight.

She looked up at the night sky outside the cave, which was dotted with stars.

"Master once said that if you practice the Galaxy Sword Technique to perfection, you can resonate with the stars in the sky," she said softly. "Unfortunately, my talent is limited, and I can't break through the bottleneck."

Li Zimo followed her gaze and said, "Perhaps what you lack is not the talent, but the state of mind."

“State of mind?”

"The Milky Way is vast and embraces everything." Li Zimo stared into her eyes, "And you have always closed yourself off. How can you resonate with the Milky Way?"

Shen Xingwan's eyes flickered slightly, like ripples on a pool of autumn water. She was silent for a long time, and finally sighed softly, "Mr. Li has a keen eye."

"Call me Zimo," he said softly, his fingertips brushing her cheek. "I want to hear you call my name."

The tips of Shen Xingwan's ears turned slightly red. After hesitating for a moment, she finally called out softly, "Zimo..." This call seemed to break some invisible barrier, and the distance between the two people suddenly shortened.

Li Zimo couldn't help but lift her chin.

Shen Xingwan did not dodge, but his breathing became a little faster.

"Xingwan, you are so beautiful." Li Zimo whispered and slowly approached.

Shen Xingwan closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

When their lips touched, she froze, but soon, under the gentle touch, she began to respond to the kiss awkwardly.

The kiss started out lightly, then gradually deepened.

Shen Xingwan's hands had climbed onto Li Zimo's shoulders at some point, and her delicate body under her purple clothes was trembling slightly.

A wonderful feeling she had never experienced before came over her like a tide, making her both flustered and eager for more.

When they separated, both of them were breathing unsteadily.

Shen Xingwan's cheeks flushed, and the coldness in her eyes had long since melted, replaced by a hazy feeling. "Is this... is this what a kiss feels like?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with a rare shyness.

Li Zimo chuckled and stroked her slightly swollen red lips with his fingertips: "Do you like it?"

Shen Xingwan didn't answer, but her slight nod said it all.

A hint of understanding flashed in her eyes, and then she took the initiative to put her arms around Li Zimo's neck and offered her red lips.

This time, her response was much more enthusiastic than before.

The clothes gradually fell off, and the purple and white robes were intertwined on the ground beside the campfire.

Shen Xingwan's snow-white skin looked like the finest mutton-fat jade in the firelight, and her long legs were tightly wrapped around Li Zimo's waist.

The way she bit her lower lip to suppress her voice was more charming than any deliberate temptation.

Outside the cave, the stars are shining brightly, as if the heaven and earth are blessing the couple.