Many children bring many blessings; my master's wife is forcing me to marry nine of my senior s

When Zhao Qinglian heard Zhou Tian's request, she was first stunned, and then her face instantly turned bright red.

A personal maid?

This word automatically conjured up many images in her mind.

Every morning, she would bring Zhou Tian warm water to help him wash up, tidy his clothes, and might even warm his bed...

"presumptuous!"

Zhao Qinglian was filled with shame and anger, and even the long sword in her hand trembled slightly.

She had lived for nearly a hundred years, and no man had ever dared to say such frivolous things to her.

But then he thought again, Zhou Tian was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, how could he possibly surpass himself who was at the early stage of Foundation Establishment?

"Okay, I promise!"

Zhao Qinglian took a deep breath, suppressing the shame and anger in her heart.

"But if you lose, you'll have to agree to all my conditions!"

She only had the path to immortality in her heart and had never been interested in matters of men and women.

If Zhou Tian tells his master's wife that he wants to become a Daoist couple with Zhao Qinglian.

That was worse than killing her!

It's a deal.

A smile appeared on Zhou Tian's lips.

Zhao Qinglian said no more, and with a flick of her longsword, a faint blue water-attribute spiritual energy immediately appeared on the blade.

She is a cultivator with a water elemental root, and her "Flowing Water Sword Technique" is a soft-to-hard approach, making her most adept at attrition warfare.

"Watch out!"

Before she finished speaking, Zhao Qinglian's body glided like flowing water, her long sword transforming into several afterimages, simultaneously stabbing towards Zhou Tian's vital points.

Zhou Tian dared not be careless and immediately activated the Purple Cloud Sword Technique.

Purple spiritual energy surged from his dantian, forming a thin layer of protective aura around his body.

"Ding ding ding!"

The longsword collided with the protective aura, producing a crisp sound.

Zhao Qinglian's swordsmanship was indeed exquisite. Each sword strike carried the gentle force of flowing water, seemingly light and airy, but in fact containing powerful penetrating force.

Although Zhou Tian quickly comprehended the "Purple Cloud Sword Technique" thanks to his tenfold talent, his practical combat experience was ultimately insufficient, and he could only barely hold his own.

"Hmph, as expected, he's all show and no substance."

Zhao Qinglian sneered inwardly, her swordsmanship becoming even more ferocious.

She unleashed the killing move "All Rivers Flow into the Sea" from the "Flowing Water Sword Technique".

The sword light flowed like hundreds of streams converging into a river, surging powerfully towards the heavens.

Zhou Tian retreated repeatedly, and the purple spiritual energy condensed into a barrier in front of him.

But the sword light was like mercury spilling onto the ground, penetrating everywhere, and quickly shattered the barrier.

"puff!"

Zhou Tian was struck in the chest by the sword energy. Although he was not injured, his clothes were torn.

"Junior brother, admit defeat."

Zhao Qinglian sheathed her sword and stood there, her tone tinged with smugness.

Zhou Tian did not answer, but simply closed his eyes and concentrated.

In the instant of their exchange, he suddenly understood the essence of the Purple Cloud Sword Manual.

This sword technique emphasizes not head-on confrontation, but rather "using softness to overcome softness, and using the mist to transform water."

Purple clouds are formed when morning mist meets sunlight, and their properties are similar to those of flowing water.

"Senior sister, let's do it again."

Zhou Tian opened his eyes, a purple light flashing within them.

Zhao Qinglian frowned slightly, sensing that something was wrong with Zhou Tian, ​​but she didn't think much of it and attacked again with her sword.

This time, Zhou Tian did not block directly, but instead used a set of graceful footwork, his figure as elusive as a purple cloud.

He would sometimes veer left, sometimes right, always skillfully dodging the sword light just as it was about to strike him.

"What kind of movement technique is this?" Zhao Qinglian wondered in surprise.

She intensified her attack, her sword flashing like a curtain of water, covering the sky and earth.

But Zhou Tian is like a fish swimming in water, always able to find a gap in the blink of an eye.

The two strolled along the edge of the spiritual spring, their sword light intertwining with the purple aura, creating a strange and beautiful scene.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged nearly a hundred blows.

Zhao Qinglian gradually sensed something was wrong.

She realized that Zhou Tian wasn't just dodging, but was observing the rhythm of her swordsmanship.

Every time she was about to run out of moves and hadn't yet come up with a new one, Zhou Tian would suddenly close in, forcing her to change her tactics.

"He's familiarizing himself with my swordsmanship!" Zhao Qinglian thought with a chill.

She decided to finish the battle quickly, mobilizing all her spiritual power to unleash her strongest sword strike.

"A Sword Across the Vast Ocean"!

She became one with the sword, transforming into a blue streak of light, carrying the momentum of a rushing river, and thrusting straight at Zhou Tian's throat.

This sword strike was a killing move she only mastered after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage; its power was enough to severely injure cultivators of the same level.

Faced with this earth-shattering sword strike, Zhou Tian advanced instead of retreating.

With the boost of ten times his talent, his perception became extremely sharp.

He clearly saw that although Zhao Qinglian's sword strike was incredibly powerful, it was also due to her pursuit of extreme speed.

At the moment the sword was drawn, a tiny opening appeared under the left rib.

That was a gap in the circulation of spiritual energy, lasting less than a tenth of a breath.

But for Zhou Tian, ​​that's enough.

He neither dodged nor evaded, his right hand forming a sword shape with fingers together, a refined purple sword energy emanating from his fingertips.

Just as the blue sword light was about to pierce him, his body shifted half a foot to the side at an incredible angle, while his sword finger precisely pointed at Zhao Qinglian's left rib.

This seemingly light touch actually contains the essence, energy, and spirit of the entire body.

"Ding!"

The fingertips touched the side of the sword, producing a crisp ringing sound.

Zhao Qinglian felt a strange shock emanating from the sword, instantly disrupting the flow of spiritual energy within her body.

The feeling was like a rushing river suddenly encountering an invisible dam, causing the water to flow backward.

"not good!"

Her expression changed drastically as she tried to steady herself, but the backlash from the spiritual energy caused her to loosen her grip on the sword.

"Clang—"

The longsword flew out of his hand, spun several times in the air, and then stuck diagonally into the grass in the distance.

At the same time, Zhao Qinglian lost her balance after her move was broken and cried out as she fell backward.

Zhou Tian reacted quickly, stepping forward and reaching out to embrace her slender waist.

It feels warm and soft to the touch.

Zhao Qinglian's figure is different from Liu Ruyan and Ziling.

Liu Ruyan was voluptuous and alluring, Zi Ling was tall and charming, while Zhao Qinglian was the slender and delicate type.

Her waist was incredibly slender; Zhou Tian could completely encircle it with one arm.

It seems that due to years of sword practice, her waist is slender yet supple, without an ounce of excess fat.

Through the soaked clothes, I could feel the warmth and firmness of her skin.

At this moment, Zhao Qinglian lay back in Zhou Tian's arms, her long, wet hair cascading down like a waterfall, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks, which were flushed with shame and indignation.

Her dress was completely soaked by the spring water, clinging to her body and outlining her youthful and captivating curves.

Although not as dramatic as Liu Ruyan's story, it still possesses the delicate charm unique to young girls.

Water droplets slid down her delicate collarbone and disappeared into the depths of her slightly open blouse.

What made Zhou Tian's heart race the most was Zhao Qinglian's expression at that moment.

The usually aloof and icy Ninth Senior Sister now had her almond-shaped eyes wide open, her pink lips slightly parted, and her face was filled with a mixture of disbelief and shame.

Water droplets still clung to her eyelashes, trembling slightly with her body, giving her a delicate and pitiful appearance.