Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

Shao Yibai was pondering how to better enjoy life in the future.

Meanwhile, An Yishuang and Li Junyi were hurriedly packing their luggage.

It's time to go/return to Prince An's Mansion for a visit.

Seeing this, Shen Qing also began packing her bags.

There's nothing else to it; once you've tasted Bai Xingling's cooking, you'll never forget it.

I feel uncomfortable if I don't get to eat her delicious food for a day.

Shen Qing even suspected that Bai Xingling might have added something to her dishes.

Eating food from outside only makes me feel worse.

It felt like eating pig swill.

This is Bai Xingling's cooking skill; it's starting to show signs of Daoist influence.

It's hard to imagine that a demon tyrant would eventually become a culinary master who is equally adept in the living room and the kitchen.

......

The Hidden Sword Pavilion was noisy and bustling, and the Sword Abode Mountain was no less so.

At that moment, Taibai and Zimei stared blankly at the man with a ferocious face in front of them.

Behind them are their senior sisters/brothers?

"What do you want to do?"

Lin Jing pulled Lin Ling along, hiding behind her two junior brothers, and shrank back as she looked at her father.

"I'm telling you, if you don't go back and marry Lin Ling today, I'll cripple you."

Lin Xuan looked at Zi Mei Tai Bai, and his eyes turned even redder.

Previously, he and a pretty widow had hit it off, but that kid Lin Jin ruined his plans.

Although that pretty widow hasn't remarried, she's been avoiding him, and he has to go to great lengths to get a meal with her.

As a powerful figure who had witnessed the sea, he held Li Yinian in utter contempt, now that he had completely overwhelmed the young man in terms of martial arts.

He planned to attack him from a romantic standpoint.

But since Lin Jin ruined his plans, he could only try to win over his family.

That's what rivals are like. You have to crush the other in every way to feel at ease.

Upon seeing Taibai Zimei, he knew that he had to hold his grandchildren in his arms.

Stepping on Li Yinian was just a side effect.

It's time for them to enjoy family life.

Upon hearing this, Lin Jing on the other side felt as if she were facing a formidable enemy.

He pulled Lin Ling and hid further back.

Lin Ling lowered her head shyly.

Although she knew that Brother Lin had turned into Sister Lin, she said that he could turn back into Sister Lin in the future.

Is it inappropriate for people to be so intimate before they're even married?

Lin Ling wasn't really fixated on whether Lin Jing would change back to her original form.

She loves this person, and even if she becomes a monster, she is willing to take care of him.

And rationally speaking, she prefers Sister Lin Jing.

This way, we can sleep in the same bed openly and honestly, and even hold each other in our arms, feeling each other's softness.

"Don't run!"

Seeing this, Lin Xuan was about to give chase.

"This... young master."

At this moment, a beautiful figure slowly walked out.

The woman was dressed in a light pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), but she was tall and had a beautiful face. Her simple attire, combined with her face, made her stand out.

In a daze, it felt as if a nine-tailed fox had descended to earth.

Lin Xuan stared at the woman, dumbfounded.

Beautiful, so beautiful.

Her face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, her eyes were full of charm, and her figure was curvaceous even under her traditional Chinese dress.

It was as if the queen had suddenly become playful and went out dressed as a young girl.

In this situation, Taibai ran away crying.

Zimei had no choice but to catch up and comfort her dear friend.

Lin Jing and Lin Ling stood rooted to the spot, unsure whether to move or not.

Run away, what if Dad finds out the truth and cries?

I won't run away; this old man wants to take me to marry him.

Just as Lin Jing was struggling with her decision, Lin Xuan also hesitated.

The fairy before me is so beautiful.

However, he still preferred the pretty widow.

Besides, is he worthy of such a fairy?

Lin Xuan struggled to regain his senses after being overwhelmed by the beauty.

This made the woman's eyes flash, and then a smile appeared on her lips.

"This young master is truly dashing and debonair."

"I suppose they must be Xiao Jing's elder."

"She cultivates..."

As the woman spoke, she took Lin Xuan's arm.

Lin Xuan felt the soft touch on his arm and couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.

Lin Jing covered her face.

You feel so comfortable now, but once you see a wretched old man, your Dao heart will ache terribly.

Like Li Bai, he now felt as if he had been torn apart when he saw his ancestor.

In the instant Lin Jing was distracted, her father had already been dragged away by the patriarch.

"I've heard that your family has some money, young master?"

Jian Sansheng still maintains his江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world) style, and his opening remarks are always straightforward and to the point.

"Yes, Qingfeng City is getting better and better under Junhao's rule, and the Lin family has also made a lot of money."

Lin Xuan didn't think much of it; he just assumed it was a sect elder asking about a disciple's family situation.

He was giving Lin Jin more and more money, which made him increasingly arrogant.

Lin Xuan was already considering whether he should just give the money to Wen Wan directly.

Lin Xuan didn't notice that Jian Sansheng's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a fat sheep.

Let's give him a surprise after we've swindled him out of his money.

As for what surprise it might be, it would naturally be the heroic figure of the first leader of Sword Mountain.

Lin Jing and Lin Ling could only watch the two leave.

"Sister Jing..."

Lin Ling was somewhat worried.

"It's alright, it's just a good opportunity to hone Father's swordsmanship."

Thinking of her father's face when he was pressuring her to get married, Lin Jing made a decision.

She smiled at the thought of what her father might look like afterward.

It seems that my father won't be able to bother me for a while.

"Uncle, will his sword heart break?"

Lin Ling thought with some concern.

A swordsman's heart needs to be honed, but a decent man like Lin Xuan, upon learning that he almost became a sword sheath, would probably crack.

"Let's go, let's cultivate the Sun and Moon United Sword together."

Lin Jing grabbed Lin Ling's wrist and left.

Lin Ling blushed as she felt Jing's soft hand.

Soon, she completely forgot about her uncle.

"Ancestor..."

Just as the mountaintop quieted down, Jian Wuji and Wen Sansha appeared.

"Where is the founder?"

Wen Sansha frowned.

Why is it that whenever I need to contact them for important business, they disappear without a trace?

"It seems I should leave now."

Jian Wuji released his divine sense and sighed.

"The founder?"

"He went to scare Lin Jing's father."

"what happened?"

Carrying a wine jug, Xu Qingxin leisurely walked up the mountain, looked at his two ancestors, and scratched his head.

"The dynasty is about to go to war with the Western Regions, which is a good opportunity to hone one's martial arts skills."

"You, Wen Wan, Wen Lian, and Jian Chan and Jian Wu... In short, we'll go together."

When Wen Sansha saw Xu Qingxin, his brows furrowed even more.

Why is it that every generation of swordsmen is like this, and not a single one is reliable?

Throughout the generations of Jian Su Mountain, no one has ever produced a powerful figure worthy of awe.

Hopefully, Zimei can bring about some different changes.

Wen Sansha's brows relaxed as he thought of Zimei.

Zi Mei was different. Originally, he thought the other party was more suitable for the Earth Sword, but after discussions among the martial venerables of Jian Su Mountain, he still planned to let him cultivate the Way of the Human Sword.

Zimei and Taibai will naturally be going to the battle in the Western Regions.

......

Sword King City

Unlike the peaceful atmosphere of Sword Mountain, Sword King City has been in a state of orderly yet somewhat oppressive atmosphere for some time.

Although He Wen is nicknamed "Great Hero," he is not the kind of person who is simply kind-hearted and good-natured.

He can be ruthless when facing villains.

At present, the family members of Sword King City are all doing good deeds for the people in the city.

Even the family elders earnestly taught the people how to farm and how to read.

The other independent cultivators were even more obedient, afraid of breaking the rules.

It has completely lost the atmosphere of the old Sword King City, where the strong were respected and the weak were preyed upon.

After all, if the rules are broken, the swordsman's sword will fly over.

A sword strike from a master swordsman is not something just anyone can withstand.

At this moment, inside the City Lord's Mansion

He Shihe and He Wei sat quietly to the side, drinking their tea.

They held teacups in both hands, behaving obediently like martial masters.

Sitting in the main seat, He Wen looked at the two people on his left and right and snorted coldly.

When will it happen again? What will happen? Everyone shuddered.

During this time, they received a lot of martial arts instruction from their older brothers/fathers.

Every time, he gets beaten half to death.

Why ask if I could live my life again, but I would never have the same sense of peace as before?

He discovered that the people in the city still needed him.

This realization ignited his passion.

His blood is boiling; any mishap he might face is inevitable.

At this moment, the two seemed much more obedient.

"How are the preparations going, young members of the family?"

He Wen took a sip of tea, then put down the teacup and asked calmly.

"Everything is ready."

He Wei also took a sip of tea to calm himself down and answered softly.

The so-called family members refer to the members of the three families in Sword King City who are too arrogant and domineering and have too much blood on their hands.

The group of people were all gathered together.

If He Wei hadn't known He Wen's personality, he would have thought his elder brother was going to kill them.

But he knew it wouldn't happen.

He Wen is not a butcher; he doesn't have such a cruel heart.

"Very good. When we fight in the Western Regions, we'll take them with us."

"Let them charge ahead, even ahead of the imperial elite."

"If they can come back, I'll consider them as if they've already died once."

He Wen crossed his arms and closed his eyes as he spoke.

He was not surprised at all when he heard this.

Although He Wen's style of doing things has changed somewhat, his kind heart remains the same.

He still can't bring himself to commit mass killings.

However, the battlefield in the Western Regions... was indeed a place where one had a slim chance of survival.

If any of their descendants manage to return alive, they will be worthy of the assessment that they have died once.

"We understand."

He Wei nodded as he spoke.

"Should we go too?"

When and where to speak?

“Of course, if you cannot kill a Western Region Martial Venerable for the dynasty, I will not spare you.”

He Wen looked at the tea leaves floating in the teacup, his tone becoming much more serious.

He Wen's way is very fair.

Whether they are family members or not, it doesn't matter when or what they do wrong.

If you want to atone for your sins, then do your utmost for the dynasty, even at the cost of your life.

If they survive, it means they have successfully atoneed for their sins.

If one dies on the battlefield in the Western Regions, then it is a worthy death.

When they met, He and Wei exchanged a glance, and a fighting spirit ignited in their eyes.

No matter what, we can't let outsiders look down on us.

......

Sword King City was in a tense atmosphere, waiting for their moment to strike.

Several guests also arrived at the Prince An's residence.

It can only be said that some people can live a comfortable life even if they are not strong.

Prince An's Mansion, Study

"Jun Su, people from the Falling Flower Sword Sect have arrived."

Bai Xingling pushed open the door and entered, shrugging as she spoke.

Li Junsu, who was poking at Xue Ling, looked up.

"Falling Flower Sword Sect?"

"Please invite them here."

After saying this, Li Junsu lowered his head and continued to study Xue Ling.

At this moment, Xue Ling was still lying in the broken cauldron, her eyes closed.

She was receiving the inheritance, and her consciousness was being forcibly instilled with knowledge by the spirit of the Owl God Cauldron, a woman who looked gentle but was extremely cunning.

For example, the Dao of Night, the Dao of Stars and Moon, the study of ghosts and gods, and so on.

Xue Ling felt like her head was about to explode.

This broken cauldron, it even says she can't leave until she learns how to use it.

She's going crazy.

Feeling her master poking her from outside, Xue Ling was eager to go out and play with her master.

But this broken cauldron...

"Would you like to play something even more fun with your owner?"

Seeing that Xue Ling was about to go berserk, the spirit of the Owl God Cauldron rolled its eyes and came up with a solution.

"Hey?"

Sure enough, Xue Ling, who was about to get angry, tilted her head when she heard something even more amusing.

"have a look."

Seeing this, Bingling took out a page of erotic pictures and handed it to Xueling.

"Eek?!"

Xue Ling's mind trembled upon seeing the erotic pictures.

What...what is this?

"How shameless!"

Xue Ling cursed inwardly, but her eyes remained fixed on the erotic pictures.

"Want to learn?"

"Learn martial arts first, and I'll give you a complete manual."

Bingling took back the page of erotic illustrations and smiled.

This time, Xue Ling's eyes became extremely serious.

She wants to learn this.

Then...then...cultivating with his master.

external

Li Junsu was unaware that his poke had unearthed a formidable enemy for Bai Xingling.

At this moment, he poured tea with effortless grace.

Meng Yueshang happened to lead Meng Ziyi, Luo Li, and Shen Zhiyun into the study.

"sit down."

Li Junsu pointed to the empty seat in front of him, made tea, and sat down.

"Thank you for your trouble, Your Highness."

Meng Yueshang sat down, flattered and surprised.

At present, Li Junsu has not only surpassed her in status, but also in strength.

It's one thing for a powerful person to offer you a seat, but to also serve you tea is, in a sense, a kind of reward.

"What brings you here?"

Li Junsu touched his neck and waved his hand to indicate that there was no need for such formality.

He finally understood why the Jade Emperor and Houtu always waved their hands to indicate that it was unnecessary when they bowed to him.

It feels weird.

"In the battle of the Western Regions, the Falling Flower Sword Sect also wants to contribute."

Meng Yueshang looked at Li Junsu, took a sip of tea, and then spoke softly.

"The strength of the disciples of the Falling Flower Sword Sect... is a bit lacking."

"It's best not to put yourself in danger."

Li Junsu politely declined.

While it's good that someone is willing to help, not just anyone can come along.

At least the disciples of the Falling Flower Sword Sect are not qualified.

He had been to the Falling Flower Sword Sect once. The disciples there were of decent quality, but they weren't exactly outstanding either.

It's all pretty standard; going to the Western Regions is like delivering vegetables.

Meng Ziyi blushed; of course she knew what kind of person her disciple was.

Upon hearing this, Luo Li glanced at Shen Zhiyun beside her, feeling helpless.

This junior sister has considerable talent; with diligent cultivation, she has great potential.

But he just likes to hang out with some江湖公子 (jianghu young men).

Wasting one's talent.

She was also exhausted.

"I know it."

"We're not bad."

Before Meng Yueshang could finish speaking, Shen Zhiyun mumbled something.

Luo Li quickly covered her mouth.

Meng Ziyi simply rubbed her forehead.

Meng Yueshang's face turned pale.

Shen Zhiyun's usual antics are one thing.

Does she know who she's refuting?

To refute Prince An at Prince An's residence?

Did she get her brain squeezed by a door?