Suddenly, the main door to the sect's central courtyard burst open, and Yun Che found himself surrounded by countless tanned disciples, reinforced by outsiders from beyond the mountain. Despite the widespread destruction, they remained determined to capture both him and Retsu. Then, their leader stepped forward, and Yun Che and Retsu raised both of their hands, preparing for what would come next.
"This is the Yin Devourer Sect's Disciplinary Hall! You have invaded the sect and harmed our sect master! Come up with your hands up!" As the tension mounted and the sect's Disciplinary Hall was surrounded, Yun Che remained calm, his mind already calculating the next move. The sect's announcement echoed through the air, demanding their surrender within a limited timeframe. "You have five small incense of time to comply!"
But Yun Che was unfazed. With a knowing smile, he reached out with his Haki, scanning the area to confirm their adversaries' positions. Everything was falling into place according to plan.
As the countdown began, Yun Che's gaze flickered to Retsu, silently conveying his instructions. Despite the aftermath of the Rasenshuriken, she kept herself ready for the next phase of their plan..
With each passing second, the pressure mounted. "Four," the announcement declared, prompting Yun Che to make the crucial call to Retsu.
"Retsu," he began, his voice steady despite the urgency. "Go to plan B."
As the countdown reached "Three," Retsu reached for the detonator Yun Che had given her. However, a moment of uncertainty gripped her as she hesitated between the green and red switches.
"Which one is it again?" she questioned herself, her voice tinged with urgency.
"Three!" the announcement echoed once more, urging them closer to the brink.
As the countdown reached its final moments, Yun Che's urgency grew palpable. "Retsu?" he called out, a hint of concern in his voice as he observed her grappling with the detonator.
With the pressure mounting and the countdown nearing its end, Retsu's confusion only seemed to compound. "Ah... it's the green switch and the red switch," she muttered, her fingers hovering uncertainly over the device.
"Two!" The announcement reverberated through the air, prompting Yun Che to urge her to take action. "Retsu, now might be the time to press it," he urged, a bead of sweat forming on his brow.
But before he could say anything else, Retsu made her move. Pressing the handle button of the detonator, she triggered a chain reaction of explosions that rocked the Yin Devourer Sect to its core.
BOOM!
Explosions erupted in rapid succession, each one more powerful than the last, as Yun Che's meticulously placed explosive marbles detonated with devastating force. The chaos and destruction unfolded before the bewildered sect members, leaving them reeling and vulnerable.
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Even as Ling Ming boarded Minazuki, the one-eyed flying monster, she couldn't escape the tremors of the explosions that reverberated through the air. With a mixture of awe and relief, the beauties on board felt a sense of liberation wash over them as they watched the once-dreaded sect erupt in chaos. Each explosion was like a symbol of their newfound freedom, a cathartic release from the shackles of their torment.
As Minazuki circled around the sect, the beauties couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow for their fallen comrades. They wished fervently that those who had suffered alongside them could witness the sect's demise, a long-awaited justice for all the pain they endured.
But amidst the destruction, there was also a glimmer of hope—a promise of a new beginning, free from the tyranny of the Yin Devourer Sect. With every explosion tearing through the sect's structures, they felt a sense of closure, knowing that their nightmare was finally coming to an end.
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Seizing the opportunity, Yun Che swiftly drew forth a weapon from his inventory, a deadly Quincy Crossbow modified to unleash a barrage of glowing blue arrows. With lethal precision, he began picking off the distracted disciples one by one, his aim true and his resolve unwavering amidst the chaos of battle.
The explosions tore through the heart of the Yin Devourer Sect like a vengeful force of nature, relentless and unforgiving. Within the confines of the sect's internal mountain, chaos reigned supreme as disciples scrambled frantically to escape the impending destruction.
The once tranquil halls and chambers were now engulfed in flames and debris, the very foundations of the sect's stronghold crumbling under the relentless assault of Yun Che's orchestrated explosions. Panic spread like wildfire among the sect members as they fought desperately to flee the devastation, their cries of terror drowned out by the thunderous roar of collapsing structures.
"Yuu-kun!" Retsu shouted as the chain reaction had started the destruction of the internal sect means they should start to make their way out.
"Quincy Automatic Crossbow. I modified the Quincy regular crossbow I bought from the system." Yun Che reached into his inventory and withdrew another of the sleek, futuristic-looking crossbow and passed it towards Retsu. But this wasn't just any crossbow—it was a Quincy Automatic Crossbow, a weapon of his own design and creation. He had taken a regular Quincy crossbow obtained from the system and subjected it to his ingenuity. With the system's creation mode, he dismantled the crossbow and reassembled it into a marvel of innovation.
The modifications were extensive. Yun Che had transformed the traditional crossbow into a weapon capable of automatic firing. He accomplished this by overhauling the trigger mechanism, allowing the crossbow string to realign itself automatically for rapid shots. It was a feat of engineering prowess, enhancing the weapon's functionality to a whole new level.
But the modifications didn't stop there. Yun Che had also designed special ammunition for his creation. The arrows, or rather Quincy Bolts, manifested as small, deadly projectiles fueled by his Spirit Force. With this setup, the crossbow became a relentless machine of destruction, capable of unleashing a relentless barrage without the need for reloading as long as he had sufficient Spirit Force, similar to his Ginrei Kojaku.
As for the design inspiration, Yun Che had drawn from a particular vampire hunter movie, replicating the sleek and deadly appearance of the Repeater Crossbow wielded by the protagonist. It was a weapon both elegant and lethal, a testament to Yun Che's skill and resourcefulness in crafting his arsenal.
"A crossbow?" Retsu's curiosity was piqued as she examined the device in Yun Che's hand. It bore little resemblance to the traditional crossbows she had seen before, its design sleek and modernized, hinting at its modified capabilities.
Yun Che grinned mischievously at her puzzled expression. "Think of it like a bow and arrow, but with a twist. Instead of drawing back the string, you simply press this trigger here," he explained as he lets Retsu hold the crossbow, guiding her hand and puts his hand on hers as he demonstrate with a flick of his finger. "And then you shoot."
As if on cue, a furious disciple, fueled by rage at the sight of his fallen comrades, charged towards them with his sword raised menacingly. But before he could reach them, Yun Che swiftly activated the crossbow and fired a bolt with lightning speed, sending the assailant staggering backwards with a powerful impact.
Retsu's eyes widened in amazement as she witnessed the weapon's lethal efficiency. "Congratulations, you're officially a badass, Retsu," Yun Che declared, giving her a playful tap on the shoulder and left the second crossbow with her. "Don't worry about ammunition, it draws from my Spirit Force. Just focus on aiming and taking out these guys. Now, let's get the hell out of here!"
"What's going on?!" The disciple stationed outside the sect's entrance shouted in alarm as explosions rocked the entire vicinity.
"Explosions! Explosions everywhere!" His companion's voice trembled with fear as they witnessed the chaos unfolding before them. From the main sect buildings to the mountainside base, explosions erupted with devastating force, sending shockwaves through the air.
"Our comrades... they were caught in the blasts! We've lost hundreds of our own!" Another disciple's voice carried a mix of disbelief and despair.
"Who... who could have orchestrated such a thing?!" The members were overwhelmed by the sudden catastrophe, struggling to comprehend the extent of the destruction unfolding around them. Panic and confusion reigned as they searched for answers amid the chaos, unable to fathom the true source of the devastation.
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As notifications continued to flood in, signaling the progression of the mission to destroy the Yin Devourer Sect, anticipation surged within Retsu and Yun Che. Each kill they achieved was multiplied tenfold in experience, driving them forward with a potent mixture of determination and eagerness.
Extending her Haki, Retsu sensed that Ling Ming had successfully completed her mission, safely escorting her fellow sisters away with Minazuki. With the beauties out of harm's way, Yun Che and Retsu focused on the task at hand, relentlessly mowing down any disciples who dared to impede their progress with their automatic crossbows.
Navigating through the chaotic battleground, they pushed forward towards the entrance, where hordes of Yin Devourer Sect disciples awaited, armed and ready to defend their territory to the end. The air crackled with tension as they prepared to face off against overwhelming odds, their resolve unyielding as they braced themselves for the final showdown.
Inside, Retsu's movements were fluid and precise as she seamlessly transitioned between her arsenal of weapons. With practiced expertise, she wielded her throwing knives and kido binders, incapacitating her targets before finishing them off with the deadly accuracy of her automatic crossbow. Her actions were a dance of lethal efficiency, each movement calculated to neutralize her enemies with ruthless precision.
Meanwhile, Yun Che unleashed chaos with his explosive marbles, sending shockwaves of destruction rippling through the ranks of the Yin Devourer Sect disciples. The marbles detonated with deafening blasts, scattering their adversaries like leaves in the wind.
Together, they formed an unstoppable duo, each complementing the other's strengths as they tore through the enemy forces with unwavering determination. As they burst through the main sect door, they were met with a formidable sight—a sea of hostile disciples standing between them and their final objective.
"Get them!" A massive horde of disciples aimed to catch up, but instead of fleeing, both Yun Che and Retsu confronted them head-on.
"Retsu, you can use it if you want to," Yun Che granted, giving his permission with a knowing smile. Retsu's eyes lit up with excitement as she eagerly accepted the offer. With a swift motion, she stored the crossbow away before placing her right hand on her side.
In an instant, a spiraling blue sphere materialized in her hand, growing larger and more intense by the second. The air crackled with energy, and those around her couldn't help but widen their eyes in awe as Retsu unleashed her technique.
Yun Che watched with admiration as Retsu mastered the one-handed Rasengan, a feat that required immense skill and concentration. Now, she had taken it a step further, forming a Big Ball Rasengan entirely on her own.
Without hesitation, Retsu flashed into the midst of the tanned disciples, her presence commanding and formidable. With a resounding crash, she slammed her one-handed Big Ball Rasengan into the ground, unleashing a devastating wave of energy that decimated everything in its path.
The disciples caught in the center of the sphere were consumed by its power, unable to withstand its destructive force. Even those at the outer edges were thrown aside by the shockwave, their bodies battered and broken by the sheer ferocity of Retsu's attack.
"Yuu-kun!" Retsu shouted, but Yun Che was already at the forefront. He stored his own crossbow and seized a nearby broom as he faced the approaching disciples with determination.
"Leave it to me! Concasse!" he exclaimed, using the broom to launch himself into the air. With a precise strike, he landed a concasse on one of the dark disciples' heads before leaping forward. Placing the broom in a strategic stance, he transformed into a whirlwind, spinning like a tornado and delivering precise kicks that sent each pursuer flying with sheer force.
But Yun Che wasn't finished. With a confident smile, he charged up his phoenix flame on his legs, which glowed with a rainbow-colored brilliance. "Diable Jamble! Frying Pan: Spectre!" He unleashed a barrage of fiery air kicks so fast that it propelled the pursuers and obliterated the main door with sheer kicking forces alone, sending the disciples tumbling down the mountain slope.
"Yuu-kun! A little too much!" Retsu exclaimed with a sigh.
"Sorry!" Yun Che excitedly apologized, but behind them, a horde of disciples tried to catch up from the road leading to the main gate, despite the sect being blown up and covered in fire and explosions.
"Now, let's give them a surprise they will never forget. You still have that detonator?" Yun Che asked.
"Yes, but I blew all of the explosive orbs up," Retsu spoke as she handed him the detonator. She had effectively obliterated the entire sect with multiple explosions.
Yun Che gave her a grin before holding the detonator and pressing the green and red buttons again to arm it. "Not all of them. Pressing these two buttons again arms the second phase. Now… As I mentioned before, we'll bury this sect one way or another."
Retsu, eyeing him with a puppy-eyed expression, somehow conveyed her desire, and he knew he was always weak to her eyes when she wanted something from him. Rubbing his head, he asked, "You want to press it?"
Retsu nodded with a smile, holding the detonator like a child holding a candy. Seeing this, Yun Che admitted that she was adorable doing so. "Cute…"
Since it was already armed, she simply pressed the detonation button. The moment Retsu pressed the detonator, explosions around the mountain peak initiated. It not only exploded but set off a chain of massive avalanches aiming directly at the remains of the sect. She wondered what those normal looking marbles were. She didn't know they were explosives, and she was the one who placed them on the snow on the mountain. Then, the explosive she detonated back then were these marbles as well?
Retsu's eyes widened with a mix of awe and surprise as the avalanches began their descent upon the sect, gaining momentum and ferocity. The destructive force of the cascading snow and debris seemed to be enhanced by the strategic placement of explosive charges within the sect's barrier formation. Yun Che's meticulous planning was unfolding with devastating consequences.
The avalanche not only targeted the main sect but also ruthlessly tore through the branch structures built on the mountainside. The structural foundations crumbled, and the once-sturdy buildings were reduced to rubble. The disciples, initially oblivious to the impending disaster, now found themselves caught in the chaos, desperately trying to evade the relentless onslaught.
The thunderous roar of the avalanches echoed through the mountainous terrain, drowning out any attempts at communication. Panic set in as the surviving sect members scrambled to find safety, realizing too late that their chosen location had left them vulnerable to the very forces of nature they had underestimated.
As the destruction unfolded, Retsu couldn't help but feel at awe. Originally, she planned to use Rasenshuriken again to destroy the sect, but Yun Che had other plans. He decided to provoke mother nature itself and she played a part in it. The sheer power of the avalanches, coupled with the strategic brilliance behind their execution, left her in awe of Yun Che's capabilities. They knew one thing – they were responsible for toppling an entire sect.
"Nasty little buggers, aren't they?... I had you planted them just in case we needed a Plan C should everything go south after Plan B," Yun Che explained, his voice cutting through the chaos as the avalanche rapidly approached. The detonator in his hand served a dual purpose – triggering the orbs strategically placed on the mountain. It was a precautionary measure, a testament to Yun Che's meticulous planning, and an assurance that they wouldn't leave anything to chance, especially when dealing with a sect affiliated with the Heaven Mighty Sword Region.
With a swift motion, Yun Che scooped Retsu into a bridal carry, her laughter ringing out as he leaped off the stone railing and into the billowing snow below. The rush of wind against their faces, the thrill of the unexpected adventure, it all added a new layer of excitement to their date-turned-rescue mission.
As they descended the mountain slope, Yun Che couldn't help but marvel at the twist of fate that had led them here. "How in the world did a simple date turn into this?" he mused aloud, his voice barely audible over the howling wind.
Retsu's laughter danced in his ears, her joy infectious even in the midst of chaos. "But, it's fun," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with exhilaration as she clung to him tightly.
Yun Che then realized that they can't outrun the avalanche so he decided that now might be a good time to use it. The approaching avalanche left them with little time to spare. In response, he reached into his inventory and pulled out a technological marvel – a metallic surfboard enhanced with a Profound Core Engine and a solar sail. It was a creation born from the recently acquired blueprint, a prototype meant to transport him throughout the city without the means of flying. Both instantly switched from the energy board to this mysterious contraption. Retsu had to clung to his back after being carried, much to her dismay as Yun Che needed both his hands to navigate this new machine.
"This is..." Retsu's eyes widened as she struggled to comprehend the advanced technology before her. While not well-versed in such matters, she recognized the ingenuity behind Yun Che's invention. The metallic surfboard exuded a futuristic aura, with hexagonal shapes covering the solar sail, and profound engines emitting a soft glow.
"A solar surfer. I'll explain later. Hold on tight," Yun Che instructed, his movements swift and decisive. Retsu wasted no time and wrapping her arms securely around his torso. The panic of the impending disaster began to close in around them.
"Woohoo!" Yun Che's exclamation echoed as he activated the profound engines, flames shooting through the tubes behind the surfboard. The solar surfer hovered in the air, and Yun Che expertly stabilized it while manipulating the sail through its side railing. Retsu clung to him, her wholehearted expression reflecting a mix of exhilaration and trust.
The solar surfer, seemingly a simple board tied to a rocket, belied its complexity. Controlled by Yun Che's mind through a link with the system, it soared through the air, carrying the duo away from the cascading destruction and towards safety.
"It's fast!" Retsu exclaimed as they accelerated through the air with the avalanche began consuming the sect. The burning sect began to swipe away under the cover of the snow as the rampaging avalanche began killing the survivors that failed to escape in time.
"A slight modification to the engines, and it could easily outrun Sky Profound Realm cultivators," Yun Che declared, his voice carried away by the wind as they raced against the relentless onslaught of the avalanche.
As they strained to outpace the avalanche, a new threat emerged. Countless figures, seemingly undeterred by the chaos, soared out of the cascading snow, flying swords under their feet, and aimed directly at Yun Che and Retsu.
"Get them!" The shout echoed through the snowy mountainside as the pursuers closed in, determined to eliminate the intruders for destroying their sect.
"More of them to the rear. Let's just outrun them," Yun Che said, his eyes scanning the approaching threats. Turning to Retsu, he urged her, "Retsu, mind doing something to slow them down?"
"With pleasure," Retsu replied with a gleam in her eyes. Swiftly, she hurled her daggers with absolute precision. The first dagger found its mark, piercing the leg of one pursuer. Blood spurted out, causing him to lose balance and crash into a tree below.
Seizing the opportunity, Yun Che maneuvered the solar surfer with sharp turns, allowing Retsu to unleash her next move. As they streaked through the air, Retsu's eyes turned glowing blue and shifted her focus to utilizing water-based energy blasts using the snowy air around her. Merging water blasts with Eagle Vision, she conjured homing water missiles to target their pursuers. Inspired by Libra's Jericho missiles, she harnessed the principles but couldn't replicate the same devastating power—yet.
The men on their flying swords tried to evade the incoming water missiles, spreading out in a desperate bid to escape. Retsu, her concentration unwavering, continued to lock onto them. The water missiles chased down their targets relentlessly until one struck, releasing pressurized water that engulfed the unfortunate man, rendering him helpless in the onslaught of nature's fury.
Then, one by one, Retsu's water homing missiles began to hit their targets. One by one their pursuers fell out of the sky before being consumed by the rampaging avalanche below. There were still several pursuers, but Retsu kept her focus on before manipulating the snow around her into producing spikes. The best thing about water benders is snow and air are their main elements. Anything that can produce water, she was able to manipulate them into her will.
Retsu skillfully manipulated water torrents, disrupting their pursuers, while Yun Che navigated through the trees, desperately trying to outpace the rampaging avalanche behind them. Sensing an opportunity, Retsu conjured Water Bending Style: Snow Mines on the trees, activated by passing intent. Several pursuers triggered the mines, and small, sharp spikes were released, rendering them unconscious before being swallowed by the approaching avalanche. The last of their pursuers managed to catch up, but Retsu promptly shot a Kido at him, shattering his flying sword, and the resulting shrapnel damaged their Profound Engine.
"Damn, we lost our thrusters!" Yun Che shouted as they descended rapidly. The snowstorm surrounding them made it challenging to see their surroundings. Yun Che extended his Haki, detecting something that compelled him to make a daring move.
"Retsu, hold on tight. I am going full throttle," he warned before guiding the solar surfer along the slope of the mountain. Disengaging its sails, he pressed on the thrusters to produce the acceleration they needed. Racing down the slope, they rapidly descended, skillfully avoiding the trees despite the limited visibility due to the snowstorm.
As they hurtled downward, Yun Che spotted something beyond the snowy chaos – a massive chasm that stood between them and safety. Despite the perilous situation, he decided to push the throttle to the maximum, determined to outpace the impending avalanche.
"Hold on!" Yun Che shouted as the end of the slope catapulted them upwards, just as the avalanche tumbled into the snowy chasm below. Flying through the air, Yun Che expertly positioned the surfer for a landing on the side of another mountain. As they touched down, he used his Haki to create a force that slowed their speed before coming to a complete stop, causing both him and Retsu to topple forward, with Retsu ending up on top of him.
"Hahaha… that was the best snow surf of my entire life," Yun Che slowly got up, brushing the snow off him, and then sat next to Retsu beside their crashed surfer, watching the avalanche push the remains of the sect into the chasm below. "I am sorry it's not the date that we hoped for."
"Ufuu~ To me, this is the best date ever. A couple just took down an entire sect for a date," Retsu laughed as she, too, patted the snow off her as they watched the avalanche dragged what remains of the sect into the chasm below.
"Now that you mention it," Yun Che shared her sentiment. It might not be the date they hoped for, but as long as both of them enjoyed what they did before, it might be considered a good date. Destroying a sect by burying them under a pile of snow and rescuing a lot of beautiful women? At least, it's something.
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[Ding…. Congratulation for completing the Side Quest: Destroy the Yin Devourer Sect.]
[Ding… Objective Complete]
[Complete the optional objectives to complete the XP and SP reward]
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"Moreover, I get to have you all to myself today. It's the best date ever," Retsu spoke with a beautiful smile. Yun Che smiled, hugging Retsu closely. In the soft glow of the sunset, she looked breathtaking, her skin radiating like the sun itself. Captivated by her beauty, Yun Che raised his hand and gave her a tender smile before gently holding her chin. "May I?" he asked, and Retsu nodded, her anticipation evident.
With that, he kissed her soft lips, savoring the moment. The kiss lingered, both of them losing themselves in the warmth of the embrace. When Yun Che tried to pull away, Retsu pressed in, deepening the kiss, and even attacking his mouth with her tongue. They were on the mountainside, bathed in the fading sunlight, and it felt like the perfect romantic setting.
As they finally broke the kiss, Yun Che shifted his attention to Retsu's neck. As revenge for pulling him, he decided to tease her by showering it with a cascade of kisses. Retsu couldn't help but yelp in surprise, discovering the delightful sensation of being kissed on her neck. She let out a soft moan before Yun Che realized that he had gone too far. Slowly releasing her, Yun Che grinned before giving her a soft peck. "You're right. This is the best date."
"Yuu-kun... I love you. I really do," Retsu confessed with a heavy blush and hearts in her eyes. His kisses on her neck stirred something intense within her, making her momentarily lose herself in the moment. However, her Gamer's Mind forcefully intervened, helping her regain composure. With, she blushed hard and looked away but secretly happy for some reason.
"I love you too, Retsu," Yun Che confessed, his voice soft and filled with warmth as he held her close. They had lost track of time, caught up in the intensity of the moment, and now the sun was dipping low on the horizon.
As they sat down together, Yun Che couldn't shake the feeling of how close he had come to losing control earlier, when his revenge teasing had almost taken a more passionate turn. It was a reminder of the depth of his feelings for Retsu, the desire that simmered beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed but the Gamer's Mind intervention had them regained their composure.
With a gentle embrace, Yun Che sought to convey his affection for now. They both knew that they longed for the day when they could fully express their love without restraint, but for now, they found solace in the strength of their self-control.
Smiling softly at each other, they shared a moment of quiet contentment, their bond deepening with each passing second. In that fleeting moment, they were united in their love, closer than ever before.
"Mio is really going to kill us, but can we stay like this for a little longer?" Retsu requested, a blush tinting her cheeks.
"Not only her, but I can also hear the snow sisters, Saru, and Hebi calling me for a 'talk' later. I am sure Jasmine is going stern talk me later." Yun Che sweatdropped, acknowledging that the date had stirred something within his inner world, and he had to face the consequences later.
"Let's fly towards Minazuki; the Solar Surfer needs some repairs after all that," Yun Che suggested, storing the broken Solar Surfer.
"Ufuu~ I got it covered," Retsu replied before summoning Minazuki, who was flying above the clouds toward them.
"It's impressive; it can carry almost hundreds of women on its back. I almost forgot it can grow almost double its size," Yun Che remarked, and Retsu nodded in agreement. With that, their date came to an end as they jumped aboard Minazuki, agreeing to put their romantic session on hold for now.
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"Is it over?" Ling Ming inquired as they passed the remnants of the Yin Devourer Sect. What remained of the sect now lay buried beneath the snow, its structures carried away by the relentless avalanche. It was as if the sect had never existed, erased by the unforgiving force of nature. The avalanche served as a powerful cleanser, removing any trace that could lead back to Yun Che or Retsu, like a broom sweeping away footprints.
"Yes, the Yin Devourer Sect is no more. Forever entombed under the frozen snow. You girls can rest easy now. They won't hurt you anymore. It's unfortunate for those who lost their lives before we could rescue them," Yun Che declared, his voice cutting through the somber aftermath. Retsu, meanwhile, began tending to the recently rescued girls who had sustained more severe injuries.
"To aid in your recovery, I have a potion and pill for you and all of your companions. The potion is designed to restore your bodies to their former states, though I regret to say that there are aspects I cannot undo. I hope you understand my meaning, and for that, I sincerely apologize," Yun Che explained as he produced red health potions and numerous glowing blue pills. "The healing potion will aid in physical recovery, and the pill is an enhanced anti-psychotic medication. It is crafted to help relegate the memories of your experiences in the sect to mere nightmares."
The creation of the anti-psychotic pills was driven by Yun Che's desire to shield these girls from the consuming madness that could lead to unthinkable outcomes, including suicide. Although he couldn't erase their memories or the trauma they endured, he aimed to suppress the pain with the pills, akin to dimming the intensity of a haunting childhood memory.
"What will become of us?" Ling Ming voiced her uncertainty about the fate awaiting these unfortunate women.
"I will take you girls back to the Imperial City. I'm certain your families are anxiously awaiting your return, especially your little sister," Yun Che reassured. However, he couldn't shake the weight of facing the families who had lost their daughters, wives, or mothers in the sect. All that remained of the departed were the hairpins saved by the surviving girls, symbolic remnants in the wake of tragedy.
"We are but tainted women. No one would want us. Even if we heal from these wounds, the pain will persist until our last breath," Ling Ming sighed, expressing the harsh reality they faced. Yun Che could only offer words of comfort, acknowledging the truth in her words. These women were forever marked, and even if they sought a new beginning, the past would continue to cast its long shadow. Secretly, he wished for them to find solace and peaceful sleep after the harrowing events of the day.
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"Big sister!!" Little Ning's jubilant voice echoed through the park square as Yun Che materialized after landing Minazuki in the central square. Capitalizing on the cover of night and the invisibility function of the Apple of Eden, Retsu carefully guided Minazuki to land before concealing it within her Zanpakuto. The decision was deliberate, aimed at preventing the entire city from plunging into chaos at the sight of the colossal one-eyed flying monster. Retsu's potent Reiatsu effortlessly maintained Minazuki's enormous size, a testament to her formidable spiritual power.
"Ming'er!!" The heartfelt cry of her mother pierced the night air as she hurried to envelop her eldest daughter in a tight embrace. The reunion held a touch of the miraculous, as the mother had feared she would never see her daughter again. Meanwhile, the youngest daughter, who had been shedding tears and fervently wishing for her sister's return, was now overwhelmed with joy.
"Mother…." Ling Ming's voice quivered with emotion, tears streaming down her face. "I am sorry… I won't leave home anymore."
"Big sister…" Little Ning yearned to embrace her older sister, but Ling Ming gently raised her hand, as if she feared tarnishing the innocence of Little Ning.
"Ning'er… Please…. I am tainted…. Please… don't come…" Ling Ming believed herself to be a tainted and corrupted woman after enduring countless hardships. She felt unworthy of her sister's touch.
"I don't care… Big sis is big sis…." Little Ning didn't mind as she fearlessly jumped into her sister's bosom, causing Ling Ming to cry even more. Now, she didn't care about being tainted. If her sister still loved her, that was all that mattered. Then, their mother joined in as well. "All is well. Tainted or not. You came home. That is what matters."
"Sniff…. I am sorry… Mother… I am sorry…" Ling Ming cried in gratitude as her family continued to accept her. The emotional reunion unfolded in the park square, surrounded by the warm embrace of family after a long and harrowing ordeal. Yun Che observed the unfolding scenes from a distance, a silent witness to the bittersweet reunions and heart-wrenching tragedies that followed the sect's demise. Families were reunited, wives embraced husbands, mothers cradled their children, and daughters found solace in their parents. Yet, amid the moments of joy, there were those women marked by sorrow.
Some shattered cries resonated through the air as the returned hairpins served as a poignant reminder that certain souls would never come back. The most tragic tales unfolded for those who found themselves orphaned, divorced, and abandoned after escaping the vile sect with their lives intact, left to navigate a harsh world alone. Proud families that refused their returned tainted women. It was a stark reality, and saving them from one peril meant little if they couldn't withstand the cruelties beyond.
As Yun Che and Retsu grappled with the helplessness of the situation, a realization struck—they needed someone with the power and authority to address these issues, someone like the princess herself. Yun Che quickly made the call, explaining the dire circumstances and his location.
Within minutes, Cang Yue, the Imperial Princess, arrived at the central square in her normal dress, accompanied by her guardian, Xue Ling in flight. The crowd, aware of her esteemed position and the respect she commanded, bowed in acknowledgment.
"Imperial Princess Cang Yue!" someone shouted, and the rest followed suit, expressing both fear and deep respect for her, especially after the recent rebellion had elevated her reputation.
"Everyone, please..." Cang Yue implored, gesturing for them to rise. She then turned to Yun Che, her concern evident. Xue Ling, aware of her role as the Prime Imperial Protector, took charge of maintaining order in the surroundings.
"What happened here? What kind of problem do you need help with?" Cang Yue inquired, her voice a mix of urgency and determination. She stood ready to address whatever challenges Yun Che had brought to her attention.
"Well…" Yun Che began explaining the situation, detailing the predicament these rescued women faced. As Cang Yue listened, she couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy about how Yun Che's seemingly innocent date had escalated into the annihilation of an entire sect of peculiarly tanned men. Nevertheless, she put her emotions aside, focusing on the urgent matter at hand.
"Yuu-kun, Little Yue, anything we can do to help them?" Retsu inquired, her concern mirroring Yun Che's. He shrugged his shoulders, uncertain of a solution. Meanwhile, Cang Yue engaged in a discussion with Xue Ling, brainstorming ways to address the challenges presented by the rescued women.
"I'll be willing to take them," Xue Ling proposed, catching the attention of Yun Che, Retsu, and Cang Yue. The idea of Xue Ling, the Prime Imperial Protector, offering sanctuary to these girls was unexpected.
"These girls can become palace maids and protectors if they train properly. Besides, you gained a big section of the Imperial Palace to yourselves. You might need people to maintain them." Xue Ling continued, her eyes scanning the rescued women. She highlighted the opportunity for them to serve in the third level of the Imperial Palace, which lacked Imperial maids and guardians after the betrayal of Crown Prince Cang Lin.
"She provides a great idea, Little Yue. Due to our adventures, we might not be able to maintain the area ourselves. So, we do need staff members." Yun Che taps his fist on his palm.
"What is a 'staff' member?" Cang Yue wondered as she heard another term that she's not familiar with.
"But some are in their thirties. Can they start cultivation at this age?" Xue Ling questioned, a thoughtful expression on her face.
"My ancestor Cang Xue started late and became the empress. She won't turn away from those in need. I'm sure she'll accept these girls with open arms if she were here right now. They might be considered tainted, but they are by no means beyond redemption. I fear these girls might resort to selling their bodies just to survive. Why not give them a chance to work at the palace?" Cang Yue suggested, envisioning a future where these women could find purpose and stability.
"I can provide them with the means to start cultivation early. Xue Ling's right, the third level of the Imperial Palace needs people to take care of it," Yun Che chimed in, offering the possibility of granting these girls XP pills to jumpstart their cultivation journey. If successful, they could become the female vanguard of the palace under Cang Yue's command.
"Big sis, you can train these girls. I'm sure they are truly grateful for the shelter and food you're offering. They have the potential to become great warriors in the future," Cang Yue asserted, settling the decision. Xue Ling nodded in agreement, ready to extend her guidance and support to the women who had been orphaned and abandoned. As she addressed them, offering shelter, training, and a new purpose, the women prostrated themselves in gratitude, tears expressing their overwhelming relief and appreciation.
Little did they know, Xue Ling, the Prime Imperial Protector, had her own plans for the girls she was rescuing. While she had every intention of ensuring their safety and well-being, she also saw an opportunity to lighten her workload in the palace. By taking these girls under her wing, she could delegate some of her duties to them, allowing her more time to focus on matters of greater importance. It was a win-win situation for everyone involved.
Meanwhile, Ling Ming watched from a distance, her heart heavy with the weight of her disappearance and the realization of the dangers lurking in the shadows. As she observed Princess Cang Yue's faction, she found herself contemplating joining their ranks. It seemed like the only way for her to gain the cultivation she needed to protect herself and her family to prevent such tragedies from happening again in the future. More importantly, she feared for her sister's safety, worrying that she might be the next victim should another nefarious sect arise.
She needed power and strength.
With determination burning in her heart, Ling Ming made a silent vow to do whatever it took to ensure her sister's safety in the future.
"Can I join in as well?" her voice chimed in. Soon, other voices joined the chorus, those of girls who still had families. "Us too."
"Ming'er?" Ling Ming's mother was shocked, having just returned from a horrifying experience, but her daughter had already made up her mind to join Princess Cang Yue to be great cultivators just like Lady Retsu and Lord Yun.
"Don't worry, Mother. I want to have the strength to protect everyone in need. I won't go through that again. I refuse to be helpless any longer. Once I am ready, I'll join Princess Cang Yue's faction. But for now, I'll stay with you and Ning'er," Ling Ming declared with determination, and her mother couldn't help but smile. Joining Princess Cang Yue's faction would not only empower Ling Ming but also bring benefits to her family, preventing further bullying.
"Ning'er wants to join as well!" her little sister chimed in playfully, determined to stand by her older sister and never let her face challenges alone again. While their mother wouldn't allow it immediately due to Ning'er's young age, she silently vowed to give her blessings when the time was right. Slowly, she walked towards both Yun Che and Retsu and bowed before them. "Lord Yun, Lady Unohana, thank you for bringing my daughter back to me. To be honest, we weren't certain you were able to find her."
"Well, Little Ning'er here wanted to see her sister. Besides, it kind of made my date go so well," Yun Che spoke as he affectionately patted the little sister's head.
"I have none to offer you as gratitude," the mother of two expressed to both Retsu and Yun Che. Seeing her like this reminded them of Lin Xin. Accepting the mother's request made them not want to let similar things happen to another family.
"No need. You gave us the best date ever. That's more than enough for us," Retsu replied with a warm and wholehearted smile, reassuring the grateful mother. She bowed her head once more before left to be with her daughters.
"Now that you mention it, you never had an Imperial Court of your own, right?" Yun Che inquired of Cang Yue.
"I never had one. All of my brothers have their own legions of guards, but I never thought of having one of my own," Cang Yue admitted. Her focus had primarily been on her responsibilities and the support of Xue Ling as her guardian. That alone shows how much she trusted her.
"Then let these girls become your future maid warriors," Yun Che suggested, envisioning the possibility of a legion of powerful geniuses under Cang Yue's command, akin to the Frozen Cloud Asgard's legion of disciples. Cang Yue pondered the idea, considering the potential of leading a group that could serve a noble purpose. Despite them being tainted by their past experiences, she believed in the strength of their hearts.
According to Yun Che, she can do nothing to erase those scents, but she hopes they can forge a better future with her.
In a heartwarming turn of events, led by Ling Ming, all the rescued women prostrated themselves before Yun Che, Retsu, Cang Yue, and Xue Ling. Ling Ming expressed their deep gratitude, vowing to use this chance at life to prevent such atrocities from happening again and to serve their benefactors faithfully.
"Everyone, please..." Cang Yue attempted to have them stand, but their adamant expressions of gratitude persisted.
Yun Che's smile radiated warmth as he addressed the women before him, his voice filled with genuine care. "You girls deserved this moment. That's all I could say. Please serve Princess Cang Yue well." Retsu nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting the sincerity of their mission. The women, their expressions a mix of relief and gratitude, expressed their thanks to Retsu for the emergency treatment they had received back at the sect.
From that moment forward, the women, who had nowhere else to turn, made a solemn vow to serve under Princess Cang Yue's Imperial Court. They understood that under her protection, they would have the opportunity to grow stronger, to become the shields that would defend their princess and her allies. They pledged their loyalty not just to Cang Yue and Xue Ling, but also to the man and woman who had rescued them from the depths of despair: Yun Che and Retsu.
Yun Che and Retsu, to them, were more than their saviors. Though he needed no such protection themselves as their strength surpassed any cultivators but, they swore to stand by their side, ready to wield their swords and shields in their defense should the need arise. The princess and her protector included.
Xue Ling took charge, contacting the other Imperial Protectors to arrange transportation for the rescued women back to the palace. "I'll lead them back to the palace. I've already contacted the palace to send carriages. They should be arriving shortly."
"Then you can take them. I'll take Little Yue back to the palace later," Yun Che suggested, and Xue Ling entrusted Cang Yue to him. With this, the rescued women found a newfound purpose under Cang Yue's care. Those with remaining family members left to reunite with them, while others expressed their desire to join Cang Yue's faction at a later date. The air was filled with a mix of gratitude, hope, and determination as they prepared to embark on this new chapter in their lives.
As Ling Ming walks with her family, she watched Yun Che's back with a mixture of admiration and longing, her heart pounding in her chest as she blushed furiously. But her joy was short-lived as Princess Cang Yue and Lady Unohana walked alongside him, their graceful presence casting a shadow over Ling Ming's own sense of worth. Not only them, but a lot of beauties gave their thoughts up seeing this as well.
Inwardly, Ling Ming chastised herself for harboring such foolish thoughts. She was but a tainted woman, someone whom a man like Yun Che would never deign to notice. Yet, he had saved her and her companions with genuine kindness, offering them a chance at redemption and a newfound purpose.
As they continued their journey, Ling Ming felt a sense of dejection wash over her. She would serve Yun Che with unwavering gratitude, of course, but she knew better than to expect anything beyond the role of a mere servant. The tiny wish that had flickered in her heart, the hope of being summoned by him and perhaps even becoming a concubine, faded into nothingness as she glanced at Retsu and Princess Cang Yue, their presence a stark reminder of her own insignificance.
Resigned to her fate, Ling Ming made a silent vow to herself. She would value the second chance at life that Yun Che had bestowed upon her, dedicating herself to serving him with loyalty and devotion as well as giving her family the life that they deserved. Though her heart may ache with unspoken desires, she would find solace in the knowledge that she had been given a chance to make amends, to repay the debt of gratitude that she owed to the man who had shown her kindness in a world devoid of mercy.
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"So, how was your date?" Cang Yue inquired with a tone tinged with envy as Yun Che carried her, with Retsu following beside them. Yun Che glanced sideways, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, while Retsu blushed at the question.
"Besides destroying a rape sect? It was nice," Yun Che nonchalantly replied, but his response did little to appease Cang Yue's playful envy.
"So envious... going on a date like that. Leaving us behind and all," Cang Yue teased, injecting a hint of sarcasm into her words.
"We're sorry," Yun Che and Retsu apologized in unison, but Cang Yue couldn't maintain the charade for long and broke into a smile. "Ehee... Just promise me, Nemu-chan and Mio-chan a date as well."
"We can arrange that. For now, I just want to go home and get me some of that..." Yun Che's words trailed off as he was suddenly tackled to the ground by two familiar blurs hurtling towards him.
"Danna-sama!!" Mio's voice rang out, accompanied by Nemu's as they sprinted towards him. Cang Yue and Retsu stepped aside, allowing the eager duo to reach Yun Che unhindered. With a forceful shove, Mio sent Yun Che tumbling to the ground, her arms wrapping tightly around him in a tight embrace.
"Damn it, what's the license plate of that truck that hit me?" Yun Che groaned jokingly, his head spinning from the impact as Mio clung to him.
Mio quickly released him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "No fair! Taking Ret-chan on a date like that. Mio wanted to go on a date too."
"Nee-sama, that's indeed not fair," Nemu chimed in, joining Retsu's side with a stoic expression.
Retsu rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, sticking out her tongue in response. "Teehee~"
"Don't 'teehee' me, Ret-chan! Take me on a date right now, Danna-sama!" Mio demanded, her playful tone belying the affection she held for Yun Che.
With a resigned sigh, Yun Che relented. "Fine, let's discuss it tomorrow. I'll cook something up for tonight's supper. You girls must be hungry."
Cang Yue interjected with a knowing smile. "You know we won't eat anything other than your cooking, right?"
Yun Che nodded in agreement, fully aware of his girls' preferences when it came to food. As he attempted to rise, Mio seized the opportunity to jump on him again, prompting him to catch her in a princess carry.
"Me as well," Nemu declared with a stoic tone, wrapping her arms around his neck and settling into a piggyback ride.
Yun Che couldn't help but wonder at Nemu's sudden affectionate behavior, noting Retsu's earlier remarks about her feelings towards him.
"You have to shower all of us with affection, Yuu-kun," Retsu teased, slinging her arm around his.
Cang Yue, blushing slightly, chimed in with her own request as she slings his other arm. "You're my consort. You owe me a date as well."
With Mio in his arms, Nemu clinging to his back, Retsu and Cang Yue sling his arms, Yun Che realized that if he wanted to be fair to all his girls, he would have to plan individual dates for each of them—a task he was more than willing to undertake.
"Yes, my lady," Yun Che replied with a smile, bringing the chapter of his and Retsu's eventful date to a close with a satisfying ending, knowing that there were many more adventures—and dates—to come with his beloved companions by his side.
Throughout their eventful date, Retsu clung to Yun Che's arm tightly, causing both to smile at each other. At least, they both got much closer than before.
The final part. The next arc - The Blue Wind Ranking Tournament.
Thousands of kilometers away from the Blue Wind Empire, nestled within the mountainous terrain near the edge of the Profound Sky Continent, lay a city of unparalleled power and magnitude. Stretching across hundreds of kilometers, the city was a sprawling metropolis adorned with majestic red Chinese structures, surpassing the size of entire empires and exuding an aura of immense authority.
This was the fabled Mighty Heavenly Sword Region, one of the four legendary sacred grounds governing the northern expanse of the Profound Sky Continent. At its heart stood the main palace of the Sacred Ground, a bastion of power and influence that commanded respect across the land.
Inside the grand chamber of the palace, rows of vases containing profound souls of esteemed cultivators adorned the room, serving as vital communication units that facilitated contact with other sects under their jurisdiction. Suddenly, the tranquility of the chamber was shattered as one of the vases exploded into oblivion, leaving those in charge bewildered and alarmed.
Without hesitation, the attendant rushed to the main chamber of the elder overseeing the sacred ground, bearing urgent news. "Grand Elder! We have lost contact with the Yin Devourer Sect in the Blue Wind Empire!"
The elder, a formidable figure in his own right with a cultivation reaching the late stage of the Sovereign Profound Realm, widened his eyes in disbelief. "How could this happen? The Blue Wind Empire..." His voice trailed off, his expression contorted with frustration and anger. The Blue Wind Empire had become a source of turmoil and tragedy, responsible for the loss of countless lives and a significant portion of the Mighty Heavenly Sword Region's strength.
In the past few years, the empire had been embroiled in a fierce conflict among the four sacred grounds, each vying for control over the coveted heavenly geniuses that appeared at that time. This conflict had resulted in devastating losses and the emergence of a formidable white-masked beast that threatened the very foundation of the sacred ground.
Now, with the loss of contact with the Yin Devourer Sect, a sense of unease settled over the Mighty Heavenly Sword Region, casting a shadow of uncertainty over its future.
The atmosphere within the grand chamber of the Mighty Heavenly Sword Region was heavy with tension and disbelief. Xuanyuan Guxing, the grand elder and acting master in the absence of the Sword Master, stood at the center, his expression a mix of fury and despair.
"Who... who could've done this?!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing off the walls of the chamber, laden with frustration and anguish.
"We don't know, Grand Elder," one of the disciples replied, his voice trembling slightly. "Based on the reports we've received, there's been a sudden rise of a powerful swordsman, emerging like a phantom from the depths of obscurity. Our disciples were dispatched to pursue him, seeking to uncover the secrets of the Tomb of the Moon Empress. But then... then we lost contact with them. Their soul marks vanished as if they were snuffed out of existence. And to make matters worse, their soul imprints were disabled before their deaths, leaving us clueless as to the identity of their assailants."
Xuanyuan Guxing clenched his fists in frustration, his mind reeling with the gravity of the situation. "Damn it... we can't afford to send more elders," he muttered bitterly, his gaze falling upon the reports spread across the table before him. "We've already suffered tremendous losses during the clashes two years ago. Our forces, painstakingly amassed over the years, decimated in a single act of bloodshed."
Indeed, the war between the four sacred grounds had left the Mighty Heavenly Sword Region vulnerable and exposed, with hidden sects and unknown adversaries taking advantage of their weakened state. Now, with the loss of the Yin Devourer Sect and their invaluable knowledge of the Tome of Evil Blood Arts, the sacred ground faced an even greater threat to its existence.
"Initiate a thorough investigation into these matters and deploy our highest-ranking disciples in the Overlord Realm. We must get to the bottom of this," Xuanyuan Guxing commanded, his tone firm and resolute. The safety and stability of the Mighty Heavenly Sword Region depended on unraveling the mysteries surrounding recent events.
He then turned his attention to the ongoing experiments concerning the white mask beasts, creatures of formidable power and enigmatic origins. These beasts had posed a significant threat to the region, resulting in heavy casualties and forcing the disciples to confront Overlord-level beasts which were different levels compared to towering white-masked beasts.
"Have the experiments on the white mask beasts yielded any results?" Xuanyuan Guxing inquired, his expression tense with anticipation.
"We have made a breakthrough, Grand Elder," the disciple reported. "While some disciples were unable to fully control the essence of the white mask beasts and had to be terminated, others have shown promising progress."
"Explain," Xuanyuan Guxing urged, his interest piqued by the potential implications of these developments.
"Some disciples have successfully integrated the essence of the white mask beasts, albeit with the masks permanently affixed to their bodies. However, this fusion has resulted in a significant increase in their strength," the disciple explained. "We are now working on refining this process to harness the full extent of their newfound powers."
Xuanyuan Guxing nodded in approval, recognizing the importance of this advancement in bolstering the region's defenses. With the Wu Clan's expertise in cultivating the essence of these beasts, coupled with the newly discovered methods, they could elevate their strength to unprecedented heights.
"Excellent. With the Wu Clan's cultivation techniques and the advancements in our experiments, we will be able to further enhance our powers," Xuanyuan Guxing remarked, his determination unwavering. "The Sword Master's continued seclusion demands that we act swiftly. We cannot afford to squander any more time."
As preparations were made to implement these new methods and mass-produce the necessary resources, the Mighty Heavenly Sword Region braced itself for the challenges ahead, determined to emerge stronger than ever before.
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In just one week, Yun Che had woven a tapestry of destiny that defied all expectations upon his arrival in this city. Amidst the opulent halls of the palace, the rescued beauties of the Yin Devourer Sect found refuge and purpose under the watchful gaze of Princess Cang Yue. Their presence, like a beacon of allure, drew countless eyes, both envious and covetous, eager to claim them as trophies of their own.
With their ethereal beauty rivaling even the disciples of the revered Frozen Cloud Asgard, these maidens numbered nearly a thousand, with more arriving daily as they sought redemption through the pursuit of the Profound Way. Yet, it was under the protective wings of Xue Ling and Cang Yue that they found solace, their sanctuary nestled within a newly erected Japanese palace courtyard with a grand Japanese manor at its central, a marvel that seemed to materialize overnight on the third level of the Imperial Palace.
Xue Ling marveled at the sudden appearance of this grand structure, its intricacies and elegance leaving the palace inhabitants in awe. When questioned about its origins, Yun Che remained cryptic, offering only a smirk and a vague remark about secret developments. Unbeknownst to her, the creation was born from the mysterious power of the System Creation Mode and the Apple of Eden, a tool of boundless potential.
With Retsu, Mio, Nemu, and Cang Yue herself at the helm, they transformed their home manor into a haven of beauty and comfort. Utilizing the power of the System Creation Mode through the Apple of Eden, they fashioned furniture and amenities to suit their desires, their vision brought to life with raw materials acquired through Yun Che's cunning and resourcefulness.
But Yun Che's influence did not stop there. With a deft hand and a keen eye for modernity, he introduced innovations that bridged the gap between tradition and progress. From light switches to modern toilets, from ceiling fans to Kido barriers, their home became a testament to the harmonious blend of old and new. They even installed Electrical Radiation Transmitter in the manor that its effect covers the entire Japanese structures in its vicinity.
Within the protective embrace of the Kido barrier, they found not only security but also tranquility, the ambient temperatures manipulated to ensure their comfort at all times.
In a single day, their new manor was transformed into a haven of elegance and comfort, modernized with amenities sourced through Yun Che's efforts. From light switches to ceiling fans, every detail was meticulously crafted to enhance their quality of life. A protective Kido barrier enveloped their sanctuary, warding off any unwanted intrusions while maintaining a perfect climate within.
Under the tender care of his beloved fiancées, their manor blossomed into a haven of luxury and comfort, boasting indulgent features such as built-in hot springs, lavish bathhouses, and a spacious training dojo where they could hone their skills together. Each of them had their own generously sized rooms, a testament to Cang Yue's desire to provide them with the utmost comfort and privacy.
Yet, despite the allure of their individual quarters, none of them could resist the irresistible draw of their shared nights. With Yun Che as their body pillow nestled close, they forsook the confines of their own beds, opting instead to slumber in each other's embrace within their expanded bedroom. Though Yun Che occasionally harbored fleeting thoughts of having the immense bed all to himself, the warmth of their collective presence made such desires seem insignificant in comparison.
As for Xue Ling, Yun Che ensured she had a room within their sanctuary, a gesture of hospitality should she ever choose to live with Cang Yue. However, with her newfound personal courtyard in the palace, she had the freedom to come and go as she pleased.
As for the residence for the beauties, Yun Che drew inspiration from the grandeur of Japanese shogunate palaces, crafting four imposing structures that encircled Cang Yue's manor like protective sentinels. From a distance, the quartet of palaces stood as a symbol of solidarity, a testament to Yun Che's determination to ensure the safety and comfort of those under Cang Yue's care.
Though the construction required the labor of thousands, it took but a single man to dismantle the former crown prince's structures, and build the palace of dreams for these beauties. Yet, amidst the unfairness of fate, Yun Che's vision prevailed, providing a sanctuary for a thousand beauties who now resided close to their beloved princess.
With the power of the Apple of Eden at their fingertips, the beauties marveled at the limitless possibilities, their creativity unleashed as they adorned their new home with their own unique designs. In a single day and with the creativity of a thousand minds, the once-empty halls were transformed into a tapestry of elegance and charm, a reflection of the collective spirit and ingenuity of those who called it home.
As a solemn tribute to their fallen sisters who never tasted the sweetness of freedom, the beauties crafted makeshift graveyards, adorning small pillars with the unreturned hairpins of those who never returned. Each pillar stood as a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made, a testament to the bond shared among them.
But even amidst their grief, the beauties found solace and purpose in their newfound freedom. Drawing upon the skills they had honed during their captivity, they excelled in tasks such as cooking and household chores. Xue Ling, impressed by their capabilities, found herself relieved of the need to hire additional staff. With raw materials provided, the beauties took charge, nurturing each other like older sisters and mothers, guiding the younger ones with love and compassion.
Yun Che was taken aback when he spotted Ling Ming among the group of beauties who had chosen to join the newly formed faction under Cang Yue's protection. Despite the dangers and uncertainties ahead, Ling Ming had shown unwavering dedication to their cause. Impressed by their loyalty and resolve, Xue Ling graciously extended them the offer to stay in the newly established palace.
However, Xue Ling also emphasized the importance of maintaining connections with their families. She made it clear that while they were welcome to reside in the palace, they must also make time to visit their families whenever possible. This gesture was intended to ensure that those who had lost their families did not feel abandoned or isolated, fostering a sense of unity and support within the faction.
True to his word, Yun Che provided the girls with XP pills to kickstart their cultivation journey. In a remarkable display of efficiency, their progress soared to the Peak of the Nascent Profound Realm within a single day, leaving Xue Ling utterly astonished. The sheer potency of the pills coupled with their innate talent as budding geniuses propelled them to heights previously unimaginable. However, Yun Che cautioned that they would need at least half a month to solidify their newfound strength, ensuring it became an integral part of their being.
In addition to cultivation, Yun Che introduced the art of Kenjutsu to the girls, imparting the knowledge directly into their minds through the power of the Apple of Eden. While they may not rival Cang Yue's mastery of Ittoryu, Yun Che foresaw the immense potential of Kenjutsu in the hands of cultivators. As they honed their skills and perfected their techniques, they would become formidable warriors, ushering in a new era where Samurai Arts would flourish in the world of ATG.
As the beauties settled into their new surroundings, Xue Ling observed with admiration the seamless integration of their diverse talents and aspirations. While she may have harbored concerns about the proximity of so many women to Yun Che, she recognized the unwavering loyalty and respect they held for their princess and their chosen protector.
For Yun Che, their admiration held little significance beyond his dedication to his fiancées' well-being. His heart belonged solely to his beloved fiancées, and the beauties understood their place in his affections. It was this unwavering devotion and selflessness that left Xue Ling deeply impressed, a testament to Yun Che's steadfast commitment to those he held dear.
As for the mysteries surrounding their contaminated scent and its significance to Yun Che, he kept that closely guarded to protect the women's worth, a secret known only to himself and his fiancées. However, using Eagle Scent in this palace might be impossible unless they learn to mask its effect.
Even Xue Ling found herself utterly astounded when, within a mere two days, homes sprung up for the girls who now formally served her and Cang Yue. Little did she know, the mastermind behind this feat was none other than Yun Che himself. With Kon by his side, he spent a day reducing the former residences of the crown princes into raw materials, ingeniously repurposing what was abandoned into something purposeful. Utilizing the System Creation Mode and the power of the Apple of Eden, he transformed his vision into reality, crafting grand Japanese palaces that now stood as a testament to his ingenuity.
With his beloved fiancées engrossed in training, Yun Che seized the opportunity to scour the city with Kon, gathering materials to bring his dream home and Cang Yue's Imperial Court to life. It was a relentless pursuit, fueled by his determination to create a lovely home for his loved ones and Cang Yue's future protectors.
But Yun Che's efforts didn't stop there. Before approaching the sect's meeting back then, he and Retsu raided the Yin Devourer Sect's treasure vault and 'acquired' the treasures as well as funds before they buried the sect under the snow. With a heart heavy with empathy, he entrusted the resources to Xue Ling, knowing that it would serve as compensation for the girls' past sufferings. She will use the resources to develop these beauties into powerful people to serve her and Cang Yue.
By placing the girls on the third level, Yun Che ensured they would answer to Cang Yue or Xue Ling, shielding them from the oppression that often permeated the palace walls. Under the protective gaze of their princess and her guardian, they found solace and security, their newfound freedom a testament to Yun Che's unwavering commitment to those he held dear. Since these beauties are now members of the Cang Yue's Imperial Court, Yun Che had plans to make use of them.
Under Xue Ling's directive, she sought to harness the potential of these girls as Imperial maids and protectors, forming them into a formidable force known as the Imperial Legions under Cang Yue's command. However, Yun Che harbored a different vision for their future. He recognized the bond of sisterhood that united these girls, forged through shared hardships and suffering, and he refused to subject them to further oppression or injustice.
While outwardly serving as palace protectors by day, Yun Che quietly orchestrated a plan to establish an organization dedicated to combating abuses of power and coercion within the empire. These girls, who had endured so much, would be the backbone of this visioned operation, a beacon of hope for those who had suffered under tyrannical rule.
He might refuse to be a hero, but he can let these beauties be one.
Though the time was not yet ripe to unveil their true purpose, Yun Che laid the groundwork for their future endeavors as one day, these women will become one of the most powerful hidden legions who will serve the light while hidden in the dark.
The hidden order that will one day take the world by storm.
For now, he had to focus on the main event of the story.
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The Blue Wind Ranking Tournament, a prestigious event showcasing the brightest talents of the Blue Wind Empire, is a crucible where young warriors between the ages of 16 and 20 vie for glory. With a staggering 1500 participants drawn from every corner of the empire, and 500 top sects invited to send their finest, the competition is fierce and unforgiving. Each sect is permitted to field three contestants, their performance in the tournament determining their sect's standing and prestige for the next three years.
Previously held once a decade, the tournament's frequency has now been accelerated to once every three years. This shift in scheduling is attributed to the increased frequency of the Heaven Basin Secret Realm's opening, a hallowed ground where warriors seek enlightenment and power. As the secrets of the realm become more accessible, so too does the urgency to test and hone the skills of the empire's youth.
The stakes are high for all involved. For lesser-known sects, a breakthrough performance in the tournament can catapult them to overnight fame and recognition. Conversely, for established sects already perched at the pinnacle, maintaining a favorable ranking is paramount to safeguarding their position and prestige. But for Cang Yue, the weight of her family's legacy hung heavily upon her shoulders as this shift was both a challenge and an opportunity. Her family, the Imperial Family, had long suffered the ignominy of finishing dead last in every tournament, a plight that had become a cruel joke among the empire's elite.
Determined to break free from this cycle of humiliation, Cang Yue embarked on a quest to elevate her family's status. With each tournament, their position worsened, their prestige dwindling with every defeat. Even the prestigious Blue Wind Profound Palace's invitation was ultimately declined, a stark reminder of their diminished standing.
Undeterred, Cang Yue scoured the far reaches of the empire, seeking out hidden talent that could restore her family's honor. In secluded corners and forgotten realms, she unearthed two remarkable individuals, each possessing unparalleled skill and potential. These two, now her closest allies akin to a family, held the key to her family's redemption.
Nestled within the rugged expanse of the Heavenly Sword Mountain Range, a mere 200 kilometers distant from the bustling heart of the Imperial City, lies the imposing stronghold of the Heavenly Sword Villa. Here, amidst ancient structures steeped in history and power, the stage is set for the forthcoming Blue Wind Empire Ranking Tournament.
As one of the illustrious Four Major Sects, the Heavenly Sword Villa reigns supreme, its dominance eclipsing even the combined might of its rivals. While the true strength of the Frozen Cloud Asgard remains shrouded in mystery, the diminishing power of the Xiao Sect, wrought by the enigmatic Dracule Mihawk, threatens to relegate them to the weakest among the four. Should word of their decline spread, their stature would surely wane over time.
In contrast, the Burning Heaven Clan and the Heavenly Sword Villa stand as bastions of unwavering strength and influence, their status unmarred by the passage of time.
Encompassing an expansive territory of over twenty-five kilometers, the Heavenly Sword Villa is a sprawling citadel, akin to a small city unto itself. Here, within its hallowed confines, the elite warriors of the top 500 sects will converge, alongside throngs of spectators from the Imperial City, to witness the trials and triumphs of the empire's most promising youth.
Today dawned as the auspicious beginning of the tournament, a day where the top 1500 youths of the Blue Wind Empire would undergo rigorous selection to determine the worthy representatives. Arks soared gracefully through the skies, bearing the esteemed sects from every corner of the empire, while luxurious carriages, adorned with the insignias of noble families, conveyed their talented disciples to the Heavenly Sword Villa.
Amidst the throngs of arrivals, a hushed reverence fell over the crowd as Cang Wanhe, the Emperor of the Blue Wind Empire, made his grand entrance with the royal flying ark that carries the flag of the Blue Wind Empire. Escorted by a retinue of imperial protectors led by the formidable Xue Ling, Cang Wanhe's presence commanded attention and respect. Though his physical ailment had confined him to a bed for years, today, he stood tall and regal, a symbol of strength and resilience.
As well-wishers approached with congratulatory words, Cang Wanhe remained stoic, knowing that their flattery was merely a reflection of their fear, particularly of his daughter, Cang Yue, and her mysterious master, Dracule Mihawk. Yet, despite their ulterior motives, their deference served to elevate his status, garnering newfound respect for the once-bedridden emperor.
With a gaze filled with quiet determination, Cang Wanhe surveyed the bustling scene before him, his presence a silent testament to the enduring power of the Blue Wind Imperial Family. Today, he had come not only to witness the tournament but also to observe the representatives chosen to carry the honor of their lineage into battle.
As Cang Wanhe stepped foot into the hallowed grounds of the Heavenly Sword Villa, he couldn't help but be swept away by its storied past. The very origins of this prestigious sect traced back to the Mighty Heavenly Sword Region, a sacred ground of immense power and influence. The founder of the Heavenly Sword Villa, once the eldest son of a revered practitioner in the Sovereign Profound Realm, found himself cast out due to his lackluster aptitude. Undeterred, he forged his own path and established the Heavenly Sword Villa, drawing upon the teachings of the 'Mighty Heavenly Sword Arts' to shape the destiny of his newfound sect.
But the ties that bound the Heavenly Sword Villa and the Blue Wind Empire ran even deeper, woven into the very fabric of their shared history. Legend has it that both entities were born on the same fateful day, under the watchful gaze of destiny. In the annals of time, the Blue Wind Empire was once known as The Empire of the Moon, ruled by the esteemed Moon Empress before her disciple took over as the new Moon Empress.
That disciple was Cang Yue's ancestor, Cang Xue. Who was the second Moon Empress after Huan Xuyi.
Yet, tragedy struck with her untimely demise during the Heaven Explosion Event, leaving her grieving husband to carry on her legacy. In a poignant tribute to her memory, he transformed the remnants of the Moon Empire into the Blue Wind Empire, ushering in a new era of prosperity and resilience for their children as well as to ensure Cang Xue's bloodline carried on.
In gratitude for the Empire's support during their darkest hour, which was the aftermath of the Heaven Explosion Event, the founder of the Heavenly Sword Villa pledged unwavering loyalty to the fledgling imperial family. A vow between the husband who was the Blue Wind Empire's ancestor and the founder of Heavenly Sword Villa to protect Cang Xue's bloodline descendants. Thus began a timeless bond between protector and sovereign, as the Heavenly Sword Villa assumed the mantle of guardianship over the imperial lineage. Through the ebb and flow of centuries, this sacred pact endured, even as the winds of change swept across the empire, altering the landscape of power and influence.
Though the passage of time may have dimmed the flames of camaraderie between the imperial family and the Heavenly Sword Villa, the echoes of their shared legacy resonated still. As Cang Wanhe traversed the hallowed halls of the Heavenly Sword Villa, he couldn't help but feel the weight of history upon his shoulders, a reminder of the enduring bond that bound them together, even in the face of adversity.
Xue Ling's formidable status as the head of the Imperial Protectors had once again thrust her into the spotlight, drawing the attention and admiration of all who beheld her. Renowned for her breathtaking beauty that rivaled the most resplendent blooms, it was her unparalleled strength that truly set her apart. Even the elders of the Heavenly Sword Villa, who played host to the tournament, couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as her prowess matched their most esteemed members. With one foot already firmly planted in the realm of the Emperor Profound, Xue Ling stood as a formidable force to be reckoned with.
Despite the whispered entreaties from some to return to the Heavenly Sword Villa and ascend to the rank of Great Elder, Xue Ling staunchly refused, her loyalty unwaveringly pledged to Cang Yue. Moreover, her connection to the enigmatic swordsman, Mihawk, further solidified her resolve. Secretly, she harbored a fervent desire to reunite with him, eager to forge a personal connection beyond their shared allegiance.
As the emperor was ushered into the opulent stands of the Sword Discourse Arena, specially constructed for grand tournaments like the Blue Wind Ranking Tournament, a sense of anticipation rippled through the air. With seating for nearly ten thousand spectators, including designated zones for the top 500 sects, the arena buzzed with excitement. Yet, it was the reserved seats for the four great sects of the Blue Wind Empire—the Heavenly Sword Villa, Burning Heaven Clan, Xiao Sect, and the Frozen Cloud Asgard—that truly commanded attention, signaling the esteemed status of those who would grace them.
Then, as if their arrivals were made special. The Burning Heaven Clan arrived alongside the Xiao Clan with their flying ark.
From the imposing ark of the Burning Heaven Clan emerged a team of disciples, led by none other than Fen Moli, whose countenance now bore the mark of a man who had conquered his inner demons. Just weeks ago, he had been gripped by paralyzing fear at the mere thought of facing the formidable swordsman, Dracule Mihawk, during the tumultuous events surrounding Princess Cang Yue's potential recruitment into their clan. Yet, through resilience and resolve, he had emerged from the shadows of doubt to take up the mantle of leading the clan's youth delegation in the Blue Wind Ranking Tournament.
Trailing behind him was a formidable assembly of Burning Heaven Clan's most promising disciples. Foremost among them was Fen Jin, the eldest grandson of Fen Moli, whose prowess in the ninth level of the Spirit Profound Realm marked him as a prodigious talent. Alongside him strode Feng Yuange, a youth of nineteen with boundless potential, albeit two levels below Fen Jin in cultivation.
Fen Moli's gaze, tinged with a hint of disdain, swept across the landing arena, his attention inevitably drawn to the section reserved for the Xiao Clan. "Hmph, it seems the Xiao Clan has dared to make an appearance," he remarked, his tone laced with a mixture of arrogance and skepticism.
Beside him, his brother Fen Juebi, distinguished by his signature purple hair, exchanged a knowing glance with his sibling Feng Juecheng, clad in a somber black robe with accents of vibrant orange. "Do you believe their power has waned since their defeat at the hands of the swordsman?" Fen Juebi inquired, his voice tinged with doubt.
Feng Juecheng's response was measured yet resolute. "I highly doubt it," he replied, his demeanor reflecting a deep-seated conviction in the Xiao Clan's resilience and tenacity.
The mention of Princess Cang Yue, now revealed to be the disciple of the formidable Dracule Mihawk, elicited a sour mood from Fen Moli and Fen Juecheng alike. The revelation had cast her beyond their reach, especially considering Fen Moli's previous indiscretion in attempting to force her into marriage. The memory of their failed advances and the subsequent humiliation inflicted upon their clan by the Sky Profound Elders still lingered like a bitter aftertaste.
Yet, amidst the tumult of emotions, a vow silently formed within Fen Juecheng's heart—an unspoken promise to seek retribution against those who had crossed their clan, no matter the obstacles they faced. He will make them regret for letting him live.
The procession of the Burning Heaven Clan came to a halt as they encountered the renowned figure of Xiao Wuji, the esteemed elder of the medicinal sect, flanked by his grandchildren, Xiao Nan and Xiao Yuerui. Xiao Wuji, with his wise demeanor and the dignified robes of his sect, exuded an aura of authority as he led the talented youths under his charge into the Blue Wind Ranking Tournament. Despite his outward composure, a shadow of discontent lingered in his eyes, a testament to the recent turmoil that had befallen the Xiao Sect.
Just a week prior, the Xiao Sect had suffered a grievous blow with the loss of two of its most esteemed elders. Their absence left a void that threatened to diminish the sect's once-proud stature among the four great sects of the empire. To compound their woes, the sect had fallen victim to a nefarious scheme orchestrated by Kuchiki Ginrei, an alchemist whose pills promised great power but delivered only chaos.
As the elder responsible for appraising the pills sent by the branch sect, Xiao Wuji had unwittingly become complicit in the sect's downfall. He had initially lauded the pills as miraculous, even planning to administering them to his own grandchildren in a bid to bolster their cultivation. Yet, to his horror, the pills had wrought havoc upon the sect, plunging its disciples into a farcical state of chaos with their bizarre side effects.
Despite their best efforts to contain the situation, the news of the sect's plight had remained shrouded in secrecy, the pills deemed forbidden and their disastrous effects kept hidden from the public eye. Now, as Xiao Wuji led his charges into the tournament, his heart weighed heavy with the knowledge of the Xiao Sect's diminished standing and the challenges that lay ahead.
Xiao Nan, his expression guarded as he observed the approaching delegation from the Burning Heaven Clan. With his brown hair framing his face and clad in the distinguished robes of the Xiao Sect, he exuded an air of confidence befitting his status as a rising star within the sect. Despite the turmoil plaguing their family, he remained resolute in his commitment to represent the Xiao Sect with honor in the tournament.
Walking beside him, Xiao Yuerui, a young woman of peak True Profound Realm cultivation, glanced at the Burning Heaven Clan with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. Her engagement to Xiao Luocheng had been abruptly terminated following his crippling injury in the branch sect, an event that had set into motion a chain of events leading to the sect's current predicament.
Behind Xiao Nan stood a formidable trio of young talents, each poised to showcase the strength and resilience of the Xiao Sect. Leading the charge was a brown-haired youth clad in the sect's signature yellow robe, his sixth-level Spirit Profound Realm cultivation a testament to his prodigious talent. With a green-handled sword at his side, he exuded an aura of confidence and determination, ready to face any challenge that awaited him in the tournament.
Following closely behind were Xiao Zheng and Xiao Kuanglei, two twenty-year-old youths boasting ninth-level Spirit Profound Realm cultivation. Their presence added further weight to the Xiao Sect's lineup, their formidable skills and unwavering resolve marking them as formidable contenders in the competition. Together, they formed a team of elites, determined to uphold the honor and legacy of their sect amidst the fierce competition of the Blue Wind Ranking Tournament.
"Ah, elder Xiao Wuji. It's a pleasure to see you again," Burning Heaven Clan elder Fen Moli remarked as he disembarked from his ark, his entourage of elite youths and elders following closely behind. With the tournament stipulating that only six individuals from each sect could participate as representatives, tensions simmered beneath the surface as sect leaders jockeyed for position.
But Xiao Wuji wasted no time mincing words. "Let's dispense with pleasantries, Fen Moli," he retorted sharply, his demeanor stern and uncompromising. Despite the losses suffered at the hands of Dracule Mihawk, reducing their once formidable sect to a mere shadow of its former glory, Xiao Wuji maintained a façade of strength, concealing the truth of their diminished power.
"Always quick to cut to the chase, Xiao Wuji," Fen Moli replied, a sly smirk playing upon his lips as he eyed his rival. "I trust your grand elders are faring well?"
"They are," Xiao Wuji replied curtly, his words laced with thinly veiled tension. Yet, beneath his confident exterior, a gnawing sense of unease lingered, his mind plagued by the memory of their humiliating defeat at the hands of the enigmatic swordsman.
Fen Moli's smirk widened, a knowing glint in his eyes as he pressed on. "One can only assume they remain alive, despite the total annihilation suffered at the hands of that swordsman. This means your presence here means nothing to us."
Xiao Wuji gritted his teeth as the news was known by the Burning Heaven Clan as well. Then, he assumed the Heavenly Sword Villa and the Frozen Cloud Asgard also knew this.
"How dare you disrespect my grandfather!?" Xiao Yuerui's voice rang out, filled with indignation as she confronted Fen Moli. Her brown eyes blazed with fury which made her famous for having a bad temper.
Fen Moli smirked in response, clearly unaware of the recent events that had befallen the Xiao Sect. His arrogance was palpable, fueled by the knowledge that their sect now lacked the support of their revered elder. However, he underestimated the resolve of Xiao Yuerui and her companions.
Xiao Wuji, the elder of the Xiao Sect, stepped forward, his expression grave as he intervened to defuse the escalating tension. He placed a calming hand on his granddaughter's shoulder, silently urging her to restrain herself and avoid worsening the situation any further.
The barb struck deep, igniting a flicker of rage within Xiao Wuji's chest. Yet, he clenched his jaw tightly, swallowing his pride in the face of their adversaries. For now, the truth of their defeat and passing remained a closely guarded secret, one that could not afford to be exposed.
Amidst the flurry of flying arks, a vessel crafted from snow and ice descended gracefully, its ethereal beauty captivating all who beheld it. From within emerged a procession of beauties, their radiant auras casting a celestial glow upon the surroundings. At their forefront strode the infamous Gong Yuxian, her presence commanding attention and respect. Behind her trailed a retinue of veiled beauties, among them the legendary sisters, Chu Yuechan and Chu Yueli, their graceful movements akin to swans gliding upon a tranquil lake.
Yet, it was the figure who followed behind, veiled yet unmistakably stunning, who drew the most fervent gazes. Her beauty was otherworldly, a rare and captivating sight that left onlookers spellbound. Her identity was unknown, and many seeks to know who this swan is. These were the disciples of the Frozen Cloud Asgard, the third renowned sect of the Blue Wind Empire, their elegance and poise unmatched.
As Gong Yuxian strode past the bickering sect elders, her demeanor exuded a chilling aura, a stark contrast to the heated exchange between Fen Moli and Xiao Wuji. The infamous silver-haired sisters, though radiating their own cold and haughty aura, paled in comparison to the icy demeanor of their sect master. With silent determination, the disciples of the Frozen Cloud Asgard followed suit, their steps unwavering as they made their way to the registration area.
"Fen Moli, that old bastard," muttered Xiao Wuji through gritted teeth, his resentment palpable as he watched the Burning Heaven Clan depart. Though harboring his own grudge against the enigmatic swordsman, he dared not provoke further conflict, lest he risks the total annihilation of the Xiao Sect. Instead, he brooded in silence, plotting his next move in the shadow of his adversaries' formidable presence.
As the participants filtered into their designated areas, all eyes naturally gravitated towards the illustrious Heavenly Sword Villa, their anticipation palpable in the air. Among them, Ling Yun, the shining star of the Heavenly Sword Villa, exuded an aura of serene confidence as he took his place alongside his brother Ling Jie and their fellow disciple Ling Feiyu. Beside them, their esteemed father, Ling Yuefeng, the revered Villa Master, watched over them with a sense of pride as one of the strongest sect in the Empire.
Ling Yun's gaze swept across the sprawling arena, his expression unreadable as he searched for something—or perhaps someone. Yet, even he couldn't help but dismiss the notion as fanciful thinking. Surely, the presence of the two goddesses he secretly longed to see would be a mere figment of his imagination.
Meanwhile, Ling Jie's excitement was palpable, his eyes alight with anticipation as he scanned the crowd with eager intensity. Though his attention flitted across the diverse array of participants, his gaze repeatedly returned to a singular focal point: the section reserved for the Blue Wind Imperial Family. There, amidst the whispers and murmurs of the crowd, he sought out a specific figure, his heart racing with anticipation and apprehension alike.
As the registration process drew to a close, murmurs rippled through the arena as the conspicuous absence of the representatives from the Blue Wind Imperial Family was noted. Spectators exchanged knowing glances, their voices laced with disdain as they speculated on the family's perceived weakness.
"They haven't even shown up? Pathetic," scoffed one onlooker, their tone dripping with contempt. "Can't even muster the courage to compete."
"They're always at the bottom anyway. Wouldn't be surprised if they're too scared to face real competition," chimed in another, eliciting a chorus of agreement from the crowd.
Cang Wanhe, seated upon the Emperor's throne, sighed heavily as the ridicule washed over him. For years, his family had languished at the bottom of every tournament, a constant target for mockery and scorn. Despite his efforts to recruit worthy representatives, the disdain of others had thwarted his every attempt.
But this year was different. His daughter, Cang Yue, had assured him that she had found experts to represent their family. Yet, as the moments ticked by, her absence only deepened his unease.
Meanwhile, Ling Wugou, the organizing elder, braced himself for the inevitable repercussions of the family's non-appearance. Turning to Cang Wanhe, he voiced his concern, "Your Majesty, they have yet to arrive. If they fail to register, it may result in disqualification."
The Imperial Protectors remained stoic, their former allegiance to the Heavenly Sword Villa makes them didn't show any expression towards the mockery of the Imperial Family. But Xue Ling, her loyalty to the imperial family unwavering, gritted her teeth in frustration. She had stood by Cang Wanhe and Cang Yue through thick and thin, and the elder's blatant disrespect stung deeply. Xue Ling could only nodded as the elder was following the rules after all.
Yet, just as despair threatened to engulf them, the elder's words cut through the tension like a beacon of hope. "Yue'er is with them. Have faith." And with those simple words, a glimmer of hope flickered in the darkness, as the fate of the Blue Wind Imperial Family hung in the balance.
As the closing time for registration loomed, tension thickened like a heavy fog in the arena. Four hundred and ninety-nine sects and clans had already claimed their places, their representatives poised and ready for the trials ahead. Yet, one spot remained conspicuously vacant—the coveted position reserved for the Blue Wind Imperial Family.
Murmurs of contempt and disdain rippled through the crowd, like a gathering storm on the horizon. "Why do they even bother?" scoffed one sect elite, their voice dripping with scorn. "They're only making fools of themselves."
"They may be the Imperial Family, but that doesn't excuse their incompetence," chimed in another, their words tinged with bitterness. "They probably scurried off to avoid further humiliation."
"Disqualify them!" The cry rose from the throng, a chorus of voices united in their desire to see the imperial family ousted from the competition. Among the crowd, smirks adorned the faces of disciples and contestants from the three great sects, their confidence unshakeable as they reveled in the downfall of their rivals.
The events of Cang Lin's treachery and subsequent exoneration flashed through the minds of onlookers, a stain on the reputation of the imperial family. Yet, amidst the clamor and condemnation, the importance of the Blue Wind Ranking Tournament remained undiminished. The fate of the empire's future hung in the balance, and regardless of past misdeeds, the contest would proceed unfettered by the shadows of scandal.
Restlessness gnawed at Little Fairy's heart as she stood alongside her sister and Gong Yuxian, her gaze fixed on the empty space where their representatives should have been. Despite her inner turmoil, she remained steadfast, bound by a promise made to her mischievous companion.
Beside her, three figures concealed their identities behind veils, their beauty obscured from prying eyes. The beauty's own ebony locks cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to the pristine snow robes that enveloped her slender form. Her eyes, pools of infinite depth, betrayed the myriad emotions swirling within her.
Beside her stood a twenty-year-old beauty, her calm demeanor a testament to her inner strength. Veiled and composed, she exuded an air of tranquility that belied the chaos of the moment.
Next to her, another veiled figure radiated an aura of quiet confidence. Despite her petite stature, there was a palpable strength in her presence, a testament to the indomitable spirit that defined the disciples of the Frozen Cloud Asgard.
Together, they formed a formidable trio, chosen to represent their sect in the Blue Wind Ranking Tournament. With determination etched upon their features, they awaited their moment to step into the arena and prove themselves worthy of their esteemed lineage.
"Qingyue, are you not nervous? This is your first tournament after all," Chu Yueli remarked, her concern evident in her voice as she addressed the black-haired beauty.
The young beauty with raven-black hair exuded an air of serene composure, her icy aura enveloping her like a cloak of calmness. With elegant poise, she turned her gaze toward her master, her piercing eyes betraying the depths of her resolve. Xia Qingyue, the current pride of the sect, stood as the epitome of grace and strength among the younger generation of disciples representing the Frozen Cloud Asgard.
Renowned as the secret wife of Yun Che himself, their union had taken place almost two years prior. She solidifying her position as a central figure within the Frozen Cloud Asgard as the youngest genius who completed the Icy Mirage Challenge Realm. Despite the weight of her responsibilities and the expectations placed upon her, Xia Qingyue remained steadfast, her presence commanding respect and admiration from all who beheld her.
Xia Qingyue, her gaze scanning the arena with unwavering determination, responded calmly, "No, Master, I am well." Though her words conveyed composure, a flicker of unease lingered in her eyes as she searched the crowd for a familiar face.
"You promised to meet me at the summit of the empire," Xia Qingyue murmured softly, the memory of their vow lingering in her thoughts. Despite her efforts, she failed to spot the person she sought, a pang of disappointment tugging at her heart.
Maintaining her icy facade, Xia Qingyue suppressed the turmoil within her. She had not laid eyes on that person amidst the bustling crowd, but she refused to believe that he would break their promise. With her cultivation surpassing expectations, she had entered the tournament as a mere disciple, concealing her true strength from the eyes of her sect.
"Are you breaking your promise?" Xia Qingyue pondered silently, her resolve steeling as she pushed aside her doubts. Regardless of his absence, she remained steadfast in her determination to emerge victorious and prove her worth. With a steadying breath, she refocused her energies, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Chu Yueli's gaze swept across the arena, searching for a familiar figure among the sea of faces. Her heart sank as she failed to locate Princess Cang Yue, knowing that her beloved Nezuko would also be absent. Disappointment washed over her, her longing to reunite with the young girl she had come to see as family palpable in the air.
Meanwhile, Ling Wugou, known as the Scarless Sword of the Heavenly Sword Villa and acting host of the tournament, turned his attention to Emperor Cang Wanhe, his expression apologetic. "Your Majesty, we will have to disqualify your family if they fail to show themselves. It is unfortunate, but we have no choice," he intoned solemnly.
Before Xue Ling could protest, Cang Wanhe raised a hand, signaling for silence. "Do what you must," he replied with a heavy sigh, resignation evident in his tone.
As Ling Wugou began to announce the disqualification of the Blue Wind Imperial Family, the atmosphere tensed. Suddenly, the air itself seemed to fracture, cracks spider-webbing across the space as if it were made of delicate glass. Panic rippled through the crowd as stationed elders rushed to secure the arena, anticipating potential threats.
With a deafening creak, the cracks in the air widened, forming a swirling vortex that coalesced into a doorway at the center of the formation. All eyes were drawn to the mysterious anomaly, the hosts bracing themselves for whatever might emerge.
A figure stepped through the rift, clad in unfamiliar modern attire and exuding an air of confidence. With raven-black hair and a smirk playing on his lips, it was none other than Yun Che—the man who had caused turmoil within the Blue Wind Profound Palace and defeated the young master of the Heavenly Sword Villa.
Xia Qingyue's eyes widened in surprise at his unexpected arrival, a hint of secret joy flickering within her gaze. His presence electrified the arena, commanding attention and stirring intrigue among the gathered spectators especially among females.
"Whoa, I wasn't expecting a welcoming committee, but damn," Yun Che remarked casually, his smirk widening as he surveyed the elders who had surrounded the Mirror World formation, his presence radiating an aura of mischief and unpredictability. Even Cang Wanhe smiled seeing him once more.
"Hooo... so many high-level people," Kon's voice sounded from inside Yun Che's coat.
"What's up?" Yun Che smirked, offering them a casual salute. Despite his current lack of fame compared to Dracule Mihawk, he exuded an air of confidence and ease.
"Rascal," Little Fairy smiled beneath her veil, her eyes sparkling with hidden warmth as she beheld the man, she considered her own. Unbeknownst to her, her ice aura briefly flickered with a gentle warmth—a telltale sign of her happiness. Quickly regaining her composure, she smoothed out her aura, masking her emotions once more. Yun Che appeared more mature than the last time they had met, and she couldn't help but feel relieved to see him safe and well. It had been almost two months since they last saw each other, and she knew he must have grown even stronger during that time.
"It's you..." Xia Qingyue's expression shifted as she caught sight of Yun Che stepping out of the formation. Her eyes widened in surprise, taking in his familiar features. He looked much the same as he had on her wedding day, yet there was a newfound strength and charisma emanating from him. She couldn't help but wonder just how powerful he had become in the intervening time.
"Qingyue, is it him?" Chu Yueli's voice broke through the moment of recognition, her memories of his raven-haired appearance flooding back. She hesitated, sensing a faintly familiar aura emanating from him, as if it was 'his' aura, but quickly dismissed the notion.
"Yes... Xiao Che, or as he proclaimed himself, Yun Che, on that day," Xia Qingyue replied calmly, her gaze fixed on the enigmatic figure before them.
"You met him?" Little Fairy turned her head towards her sister and former disciple, her surprise evident. Her rascal had never mentioned Xia Qingyue before. While she knew her sister had encountered him in his alternate persona, she had not realized they had met the real him.
Chu Yueli nodded her head and her beautiful eyes eyed Yun Che. "Yes, we met him. This is the person my disciple insisted on marrying that day. He revealed himself as a cultivator of immense power, capable of obliterating an entire mountain with a single sword slash. Believe it or not, Onee-san, he's not the person we thought him to be."
"!!!"
"You're married to him?!" Little Fairy's eyes widened as she looked at Xia Qingyue, her voice rising unconsciously. Her rascal had never mentioned this to her. No wonder she possessed the Heavenly God's Spiritual Veins. She thought it was his gift to her and her sister. Now, Xia Qingyue possessed it because of him?
"Onee-san, keep your voice down," Chu Yueli cautioned, puzzled by her sister's reaction. Xia Qingyue, on the other hand, simply nodded in acknowledgment unaware of its effect on Little Fairy.
"You damn rascal. You never told me about this. You have me, Sister Retsu, Little Yue, my sister, and now her? You better prepare a good explanation for this," Little Fairy's fists clenched as she gritted her teeth, her frustration evident.
"Onee-san?" Chu Yueli shook her older sister. Xia Qingyue listened in, unfamiliar with the term her former master had used.
"Onee-san, what's wrong?" Chu Yueli, sensing the shift in her sister's aura, asked in astonishment. Her aura had changed like how she herself reacted to Dracule Mihawk. This moment bewildered her.
"Nothing." Little Fairy quickly masked her aura once more, her desire to give him a beating flaring up once again. However, before she could act on it, a crushing sound interrupted her thoughts. The armrest of her seat, already surrounded by floating ice auroras, disintegrated into dust.
Chu Yueli was momentarily confused, but as she looked back and forth between her sister and him, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. "Onee-san? Don't tell me..." Realization dawned on her, her mind racing to connect the dots. It meant that the man who had captured her sister's heart was...
"You aren't allowed to ask any more," Little Fairy turned her head, hiding her faint blush as she dismissed further inquiry.
The first chapter of the Blue Wind Ranking Tournament Arc
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