The First Venerable of the Prosperous Age

Sunlight, sunlight shining on Phoenix Wing Mountain.

The fragrance of flowers, the rich fragrance of flowers in the garden.

The stench was overwhelming; the hut reeked of stench.

The fragrance of flowers filled the air outside, and sunlight streamed through the paper windows, gently bathing the languid girl on the bed.

Her snow-white skin was bathed in golden sunlight, creating a scene of beauty reminiscent of the fragrance of rice paddies at sunset.

Her body odor was mixed with a delicate floral scent, making it smell like feet soaked in vinegar.

But the girl slept peacefully, her long eyelashes and slightly parted lips, her beautiful sleeping face unaffected by her messy hair.

At this moment, the sunlight shines warmly, the flowers bloom in their own fragrance, and everything is so peaceful and serene.

Unfortunately, tranquility is meant to be broken.

In an instant, two dark figures, accompanied by a long shadow, flashed into the room like lightning.

In an instant, the wind howled and afterimages flickered.

Sparks of swordplay and sweet roars erupted simultaneously within the cramped room.

This was a beautiful battle that gently shattered the tranquility.

The girl's sleeping face remained serene, and her breathing was as soft and even as a feather. It seemed that there was very little in the world that could wake this beautiful but disheveled girl.

"I'm not fighting anymore, I'm out of energy." The young man casually tossed his sword onto the bed and said, exhausted.

But another little girl seemed to have gone mad with rage, continuing to slash at the boy with her black knife.

The light reflected from the blade shone on the boy's face, revealing his confident smile.

With a swift movement, he nestled beside the sleeping beauty.

The black knife moved forward with the momentum, as if it wanted to chop the two people on the bed into mincemeat.

"Senior sister, it's time to eat!" the boy shouted in the girl's ear, a blue box with red patterns appearing in his hand.

He took the lunchbox out from his thick clothes, and the aroma of the food filled the air. The girl finally opened her eyes.

With a clang, the knife and sword clashed once more.

The sword was already in the hands of the sleepy-eyed Hua Chan.

The knife had already slipped from Jiang Xiaotao's hand.

Chang'an, however, was not idle. He shot into the air like an arrow, grabbed the hilt of his sword with one hand, and wrapped his other arm around Xiao Tao, who was about to fly away.

He spun around, using the momentum to avoid the paper windows and wooden door, passing through the doorway and flying outside.

Seeing that the window paper and the gate were intact, Chang'an finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was finally put at ease.

He gently put the dazed Xiao Tao down from his arms, then gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands and, with all his might, threw her down Phoenix Wing Mountain.

He patted the mud off his hands, turned around, saw the dizzy Xiao Tao, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Junior sister, you should rest here. I'll go in and have dinner first."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a strong shockwave came from the bottom of the mountain, causing Xiao Tao to stagger.

After she came to her senses, she looked left and right, but couldn't see the black knife. She rushed up to Chang'an, stamping her feet in anger: "You threw my knife down the mountain again?!"

Looking into her bright eyes, Chang'an felt that her little face was still so cute and pretty. Just like when they first met.

Three years have passed, and she is still the same little girl she was back then, neither physically nor mentally changed at all.

Time has frozen Xiao Tao in time on the night the Su family was massacred, but it has changed Chang'an in many ways.

Now fifteen years old, he has grown taller, stronger, and more handsome. The childishness on his face has been replaced by a unique youthful vigor.

This is the best age and the most beautiful time of a person's life.

Hua Chan is no different.

Three years have passed, and now she has grown into a graceful young woman. If she were to take care of her appearance and dress up a little, she would surely be the most beautiful woman in the world.

Now, with her dry, curly, frizzy hair, she sits on her dirty, smelly bed, wolfing down the food from her box.

She, who was usually too lazy to even speak, couldn't help but ask when she saw Chang'an walk into the house with a smile, "Junior Sister went down the mountain to pick up a knife again?"

Chang'an shrugged.

"She is, after all, your junior sister."

Chang'an laughed, "After all, not many junior sisters would spend all day chasing after their senior brothers to kill them..."

He sighed helplessly, "In the past three years, her love for her master has only grown stronger, so this tireless girl has been chasing me and hacking at me for three whole years... Even in my dreams at night, I'm being hacked at by her with a knife in the Star Water Secret Realm..."

Hua Chan rarely smiled and said, "You've trained hard for three years, but in the end, I still have to take action?"

Chang'an hurriedly defended herself, "It wasn't just me who made progress in my studies over the past three years. Master, Lao Bai, and Xiao Hei also passed on the Nether Flower Divine Sword to her."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration, "She wields a black knife weighing a thousand pounds, yet uses her mother's light and agile swordsmanship. That deliberately disruptive fast and slow sword technique has been transformed by her into an even sharper and more terrifying fast and slow blade!"

Upon hearing the mention of swords, Hua Chan's eyes immediately brightened, and she said, "You have been diligently practicing the Nether Flower Divine Sword for three years, and you are no ordinary person. How could you be easily thrown off balance by her?"

Chang'an said, "Of course I know I should strike when she's using the slow blade, but... but she's an unkillable clay doll! If an ordinary person's strength is far superior to their opponent's, how dare they use such a suicidal fast and slow blade!"

He then sighed, "Moreover, my Nether Flower Divine Sword technique hasn't reached the level you, Senior Sister, where you can discard your true self at any time to deflect attacks and block blows. Naturally, it's been very difficult for me..."

Hua Chan stared at him quietly for a long time, her eyes seemingly filled with anger at his lack of ambition.

She slowly began to speak, "You must have been slacking off again."

Chang'an laughed, "I did slack off, but I think the bigger reason is that Lao Bai and Xiao Hei favor you more, so they hold back on me."

Once the conversation drifted off-topic, Hua Chan lowered her head again and started eating her boxed lunch without a care in the world.

Seeing this, Chang'an went over and lay down on the bed, feeling as comfortable and at ease as if he were back in his own home.

He was exhausted, but now he felt as if a warm current was flowing through his limbs and bones, which made him feel comfortable.

But this was, after all, Hua Chan's boudoir bed, and it was not very elegant for a young man to lie down on it without any reason.

Hua Chan still wore that nonchalant expression, her tone slightly displeased, "Have you already delivered their food?"

Chang'an stretched and replied easily, "Old Bai is sunbathing on a tree on the mountainside, while Little Black is playing with snakes in the deep bushes on the east side of the mountain. You can find him by running around a couple more times."

Hua Chan simply nodded blankly, remaining expressionless. Fortunately, Chang'an knew her very well and could sense her relief in her expression.

So Chang'an laughed smugly, "I've been collecting food for three whole years, walking through this dangerous mountain four times a day. My lightness skill is no longer what it used to be, hahahaha."

Hua Chan remained silent, simply eating her food in quiet.

After finishing her meal, she casually tossed the lunchbox on the ground and turned to look at her junior brother who was occupying her bed.

Chang'an could only laugh awkwardly, "I'm... I'm sorry, senior sister, we might have to squeeze together from now on."

Hua Chan tilted her head, puzzled as to why.

Chang'an explained, "The three-year period has passed, and now I can go to the Starwater Secret Realm without sleeping in a doghouse. Hehehe."

The thought of sleeping in this bed in the future brought a smile to his face, a smile he couldn't shake off.

Now, seeing Hua Chan's already undulating body curves again, he felt a strange flutter in his heart, unlike before.

Hua Chan said lifelessly, "So, Junior Brother doesn't like doghouses, but prefers beds."

Chang'an laughed and said, "I've never liked sleeping in a doghouse."

Hua Chan nodded gently, "I understand."

"Senior Sister...you...you've agreed?" Chang'an asked in surprise.

Hua Chan smiled and said, "You're my junior brother, so I have to pamper you occasionally."

Upon hearing this, Chang'an's heart almost melted. To be able to share a bed with such a beauty was truly a blessing earned over countless lifetimes.

He kept grinning foolishly, only to see that Hua Chan had already lifted the covers and was preparing to get out of bed.

"Senior Sister, where are you going? Aren't you supposed to stay in bed unless absolutely necessary?"

Hua Chan, with her back to him, said, "I'm going to sleep in the doghouse, I'll make room for you..."

Chang'an's heart immediately plummeted from the mountaintop to the bottom, and she hurriedly said, "Senior...Senior Sister, we didn't mean that someone had to sleep in the doghouse. We can...we can all sleep in the bed."

...............

Hua Chan remained silent, and the atmosphere became awkward and strange.

But Chang'an was already a big-headed son and a small-headed father at this moment, so he didn't care about anything else. He continued:

“Senior Sister, you used to live in that doghouse too, so you know how cramped and uncomfortable it is. Why don’t we draw a line in the middle of the bed? That way we’ll have enough space and won’t interfere with each other. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

Although the words came from his mouth, he knew better than anyone that "non-interference" was absolutely impossible.

.........

Hua Chan remained silent.

As time went on, Chang'an also became somewhat afraid. He slowly realized how rude he had been, and how audacious he had become.

If this matter were to get out, I wouldn't care much about myself, but Senior Sister Hua's chastity would be completely ruined by my own hands...

Chang'an felt increasingly guilty the more she thought about it...

"I'm afraid I'll hurt you again in the middle of the night." After a long silence, Hua Chan finally spoke.

Chang'an then realized that her senior sister had always remembered that sword strike—the one that almost wiped her out in the process of killing a mosquito…

She not only remembers it, but also feels guilty about it to this day...

At this moment, blood finally flowed back to Chang'an's brain, and his remorse intensified. He said with utmost shame:

"Senior Sister, I'll sleep on the floor, and you can sleep on the bed. Although I can't beat you, this way I'll have enough time and confidence to escape from your sword."

Although he felt remorse, he was not a eunuch after all, and instinctively wanted to stay in the room.

Hua Chan turned around, her eyes slightly narrowed, her gaze like that of a wolf eyeing a rabbit, already seeing through Chang'an's thoughts perfectly.

"Junior brother, why did you hide this from me?"

Chang'an was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground. Thinking about her shameless behavior just now, she didn't even dare to lift her head.

He gently shifted his bottom, intending to obediently roll off the bed and leave the room.

Unexpectedly, he was immediately pushed back to the center of the bed by an extremely gentle force.

He looked up and saw Hua Chan's gentle smile.

"Junior brother, are you afraid that your junior sister will come to kill you at night, so you want your senior sister to protect you?"

The sunlight shone on her face, making her look as beautiful as an angel radiating divine light.

Chang'an was dumbfounded. He had completely banished the ugliness from his mind, leaving only endless guilt and deep respect for his senior sister.

"Junior brother?"

That "Junior Brother" was so gentle, like a cloud in the celestial realm, as if it transported Chang'an to that blissful world, where he was so captivated that he could never forget it.

"Junior brother? I'm asking you a question."

Chang'an nodded blankly.

Seeing that he admitted it, Hua Chan smiled again, "Okay, from now on you sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the floor. I will never let my junior sister hurt you."

Although she was smiling, her tone was quite serious.

This was not a request, nor a suggestion, but an order she gave to Chang'an as his senior.

Chang'an's mind was blank; he could only nod blankly.

"Okay... I'll do as you say..."

"You agreed?" Hua Chan's eyes lit up, seemingly surprised that her usually disobedient junior brother would agree so readily.

Chang'an smiled and said, "From now on, I will listen to whatever you say."

Hua Chan finally smiled with satisfaction, "Very good, then I want you to go back to your doghouse to sleep."