Chapter 220: This Place Is Suitable for a Sword Immortal Embracing the Plain White Crane

The dappled moonlight and swaying lotus breeze obscured the small boat's path.

The woman's phoenix flute played, and the jade-like moonlight shimmered.

On the small boat, thin clothes covered her jade-like, immortal body. Her collar, imbued with moonlight and floral fragrance, revealed her. After Lu Jiajia played a tune under the moon in her dream, her body tilted sideways again, and several strands of her dark hair flowed into the water once more, gently floating up like soft, spreading water plants.

The lotus boat spun and swayed.

Ning Changjiu, in his drunken dream, opened his eyes slightly.

The vast starry river reflected in his eyes, slowly turning.

He couldn't tell if the starry river was turning, or if the small boat was drifting with the current.

He only knew that in over two years, he had never felt so relaxed.

The evening breeze intoxicated the lovers.

The night gradually shed its deep, rich colors.

Dawn broke in the east.

Ning Changjiu, unable to hold his liquor well, woke up later.

He opened his eyes to see a solitary figure in white, with a serene demeanor, sitting alone at the bow. The pond full of lotus flowers, seemingly half-asleep and half-awake, embraced her.

A bamboo flute rested beside her clothes, a jade sword lay across her lap. Her shoulders were gracefully straight, and the water marks on her dark hair and white dress had been dried by sword-fire.

As the white-clad, jade-like figure entered his sight, Ning Changjiu felt a sense of trance, as if he were seeing the Goddess of Luo walking on waves.

Lu Jiajia's demeanor had returned to its usual cool composure.

The story of last night was over; the winter plum, now adorned with fresh snow, quietly unfurled its blossoms.

Ning Changjiu rose, looking at the woman's jade-like silhouette in the faint morning light, feeling as if he were transported back to the time of heavy rain in the imperial city. In the dim imperial palace then, a brilliant sword light illuminated half the city's rain curtain. Though he never spoke of it, his heart had been stirred by that ethereal, otherworldly figure.

Ning Changjiu walked behind her, tentatively reaching out to stroke her soft, beautiful hair.

His distinctively jointed fingers glided through her inky, flowing hair.

Lu Jiajia remained unmoved, continuing to gaze at the rising sun ahead.

Ning Changjiu escalated, reaching out and gently embracing her.

Despite the woman's apparent coolness, she seemed indifferent when embraced by the youth. The soft, jade-like "bell" covered by her clothes was taken in his hand, then gradually transformed into a jade bowl, a jade plate, a snow cake, before suddenly springing back to its original shape, trembling slightly.

Lu Jiajia let out a soft hum and said calmly, "Haven't you had enough fun yet?"

Ning Changjiu replied, "Not just one night, a lifetime wouldn't be enough."

Lu Jiajia calmly stated, "Considering our long separation and your difficult return, I'll indulge you for a few days. But once we're back at the peak, such behavior won't be allowed."

Ning Changjiu sat beside her, gently patting his knee. "My disciple dares to speak to her master like this again? It seems I wasn't strict enough last night."

Lu Jiajia watched him pat his knee, recalling the embarrassing scene. Throughout her life, since she began studying swordsmanship, she had been injured, bled, and even faced death several times. Yet, she had never been "bullied" like this, especially by a youth a full eight years her junior...

How had she ended up with such a vexing disciple? Her arduous two-year wait outside the abyss had truly yielded an ungrateful wretch.

Though she thought this, her pale cheeks still couldn't help but flush.

"Do you want to hit me again?" Lu Jiajia's eyes darkened slightly.

Ning Changjiu smiled faintly, "This may seem like punishment, but it's not."

"Oh?" Lu Jiajia was slightly puzzled.

Ning Changjiu explained, "My disciple was born with a sword spirit integrated into her body, and I refined your sword embryo into a sword body using the Golden Crow. Now you are a sword, and a sword, before becoming a truly peerless weapon, must undergo countless trials and refinements. Imagine blacksmiths swinging hammers to forge a sword—isn't it exactly the same? But Jiajia, after all, you are my precious disciple, so I've been much gentler."

Lu Jiajia's delicate brows furrowed. She naturally wouldn't believe Ning Changjiu's nonsense, but whether it was an illusion or not, she genuinely felt her sword body had advanced a step, with a subtle sense of harmony between heaven and man.

After Ning Changjiu finished speaking, he didn't receive the woman's cold sneer or sarcasm. Instead, he saw her eyelids slightly lowered, as if she were genuinely contemplating his words.

This disciple is truly a bit too naive...

Or is it because I said it, she's willing to consider it more deeply?

Ning Changjiu's heart softened. But softness aside, such an excellent opportunity couldn't be missed. Especially seeing Lu Jiajia's cool and aloof demeanor, he couldn't help but recall their passionate entanglement last night, feeling that these two images couldn't truly overlap.

"If my disciple doesn't believe me, I can forge your body again with the Golden Crow, and you'll know after one try." Ning Changjiu continued, "I've now entered the Purple Court realm, and the Golden Crow is no longer what it once was. It's perfectly suited to help you pass the final stage."

Lu Jiajia chuckled softly, "No longer what it once was? Has the little bird grown bigger?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Changjiu could no longer remain calm. He laughed, "Why don't we try it and find out?"

Her snowy robes slipped down, half covering her front, half gathered at her waist.

Just like those nights before, Ning Changjiu extended his finger. The Golden Crow broke through his Purple Mansion, circled his fingertip, and touched Lu Jiajia's beautiful back.

The moment the Golden Crow touched her, the butterfly bones on either side of her spine became even more distinct. The woman's body tensed significantly. She could feel something illuminating her form, emanating light. In this long-awaited golden surge, her blood circulated faster, and sharp sword intent erupted from countless acupoints. This sword intent seemed naturally attuned to the Golden Crow, chasing each other and shining even brighter.

The Golden Crow moved outside the sword embryo.

That soft sword embryo had been almost entirely refined, with only a tiny bit remaining.

Ning Changjiu manipulated the Golden Crow to tease the sword embryo.

However, Lu Jiajia was no longer the Long-life realm woman who would let him tease her sword embryo.

Lu Jiajia sat cross-legged, her hand pressing her clothes, her mind as still as water, her expression unchanged.

Ning Changjiu frowned slightly, knowing she was enduring it, but he didn't have a much better alternative.

He simply had to exert a little more effort.

The Golden Crow spread its wings and shrieked, golden flames falling like rain. The sword embryo was like an isolated island surrounded by a storm, its rocky shores constantly eroding, little by little merging into the seawater.

Finally, Lu Jiajia could no longer hold back and let out a soft groan.

It was like a duel between masters: once the strictly defensive side revealed even a slight flaw, the subsequent collapse could be like a bursting dam.

Lu Jiajia's cool jade-like body began to heat up, and her cheeks turned red even before the morning glow. The light of dawn surged in from afar like a tide, and her uplifted dark hair was drenched in countless rays of morning light.

Her bare jade feet began to curl inward, and her hands, which had been clasped like Guanyin forming a lotus mudra, now clutched together.

Fortunately, she had cultivated diligently over the past two years, and there was very little left of the sword embryo to refine.

The Golden Crow completely melted the sword embryo.

A clear ringing sound resonated between heaven and earth.

Lu Jiajia's skin, like a newly forged sword reflecting the morning light, suddenly glowed with countless sharp rays.

The sword and her body had completely merged.

The integration of sword spirit and body was already rare, and only a handful of people throughout history had ever managed to fully merge a sword spirit into their physique.

Before Lu Jiajia could fully appreciate this realization, her body was turned around again. Before the warmth could dissipate in the cool breeze, her snowy robes were shed first.

The sword forging began.

The process of forging a sword involved many steps. Every famous sword, upon its creation, seemed wild and untamed, thus requiring repeated hammering to make it docile.

Ning Changjiu's hand was the hammer forging the iron sword.

So, this sword was placed on his lap and hammered for a good while, its body being hammered from pale to glistening pink, then from glistening pink to fiery red. The sword clinked and clacked, exquisitely clear, leaving many finger marks. The sword's hum lingered softly, like the pure sound of strings and bamboo, gradually lowering and transforming into compromise and surrender.

This was unlike last night; this time, the "sword" had no sheath at all.

Before the morning sun rose, another "sun" was also rising.

Sword forging entered its second stage.

This time, it was the story of Jingwei filling the sea.

The divine bird Jingwei wanted to fill the deep sea, but this angered the Sea God, drawing forth even more furious and sudden gales and giant waves, like striking a well to find a gushing spring.

Jingwei battled the wind and rain, constantly advancing and retreating, fearless, as if unwilling to leave until the furious gales and raging waves ceased.

The swaying lotus boat startled the newly awakened fish.

The cool, pure "white snow" that had previously sat alone at the bow now melted once more within the boat. Only, its subtle fragrance had not diminished; instead, it became even more intoxicating.

The morning sun broke through the horizon and slowly rose. The pond full of lotus flowers unfurled, becoming crimson flowing clouds.

The flirtatious whispers among the lotus flowers gradually ceased. Amidst the soft, plump, snow-white hues, Jingwei filled the sea. In the space between two warm "moons," the jade rabbit slowly withdrew its jade pestle, and creamy white "medicine" slightly overflowed, like delicate flower petals holding spring snow.

The continuously quaking "mountains" on the boat gradually stilled.

Two sunrises.

After tidying up the mess, Lu Jiajia knelt down, fully dressed, and tidied her hair. Her gaze fell upon her extended index finger, which she lightly brushed forward with its tip.

She didn't mentally command it, nor did she even activate her spiritual energy.

A slender line shot out sharply, instantly cutting through several lotus leaves and sending up a very long spray of water.

Ning Changjiu looked at the sword light emanating from her jade-like finger and praised, "As expected of a disciple personally tutored by her master, truly formidable."

The joy faded from her eyes. A faint smile appeared on Lu Jiajia's frost-kissed cheeks. She withdrew her finger and said, "Master's contributions are indeed undeniable. It's just that my body refinement was already successful, but whether the 'sword forging' was done or not, it didn't seem to make much difference."

Ning Changjiu also smiled faintly, "Body refinement is about polishing the sword body, and sword forging is about honing the sword heart. These two must be distinguished. Now that your body refinement is complete, your master should 'forge your sword' more often in the future."

Lu Jiajia thought of herself becoming a frequent guest on the youth's lap in the future, and complex emotions couldn't help but well up in her heart.

Ning Changjiu suddenly remembered something and said, "My disciple's flute playing last night was captivating. The lotus flowers are blooming beautifully today; how about another tune?"

"Oh?" Lu Jiajia didn't remember anything about playing the flute. She only vaguely felt that, in her dream, she had indeed played a tune. She held out her hand and said, "Give me the bamboo flute."

Ning Changjiu began to undress.

Lu Jiajia's delicate brows slightly raised.

"What are you doing?" Lu Jiajia asked.

Ning Changjiu replied, "Don't you remember what my disciple did last night?"

Lu Jiajia naturally didn't remember, but she could vaguely guess some things. A thousand layers of snowy waves surged in her heart. Even she herself could never have imagined what had happened under the moon.

Ning Changjiu, however, seemed intent on breaking down her composure, continuing, "Last night, the beautiful woman half-knelt, blew horizontally and received directly, causing the jade flute to reveal its sound. Jiajia, you..."

"Stop!" Lu Jiajia's face turned icy, and she coldly commanded him.

But Ning Changjiu's words still unsettled her. She couldn't help but touch her soft red lips, uncertain if Ning Changjiu was telling the truth or just feigning an attack.

"Even if it were true, how can something from a dream count?" Lu Jiajia composed herself, adjusted her clothes and tied the sash, then reached her jade hand behind her neck to pull her beautiful hair out from inside her collar and drape it over her back.

Ning Changjiu gently stroked Lu Jiajia's sword and softly smiled, "Indeed, if dreams counted, why would I only be seeing you now?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Jiajia's body trembled slightly. Perhaps illuminated by the morning light, she recalled her two years of solitary waiting, her body and mind enveloped in the warm glow.

They telepathically raised their eyes and met each other's gaze.

Then, with unspoken understanding, they leaned in close and closed their eyes together.

In the morning light, their lips met, their clothes embraced, and a white light pierced through everything, illuminating the scene brilliantly.

Ultimately, this exquisite scene was prematurely interrupted by a restlessly roaming hand.

"Back in Linhe City, under the cover of the Nine Feathers, were you and Zhao Xiang'er like this too?" Lu Jiajia caught his hand and said, "There's no one around here, so I'll spare you this time. But if you dare to do this again after we return to the peak, I'll chop it off and feed it to the fish."

Ning Changjiu said innocently, "Miss Xiang'er and I are purely innocent. Jiajia, don't falsely accuse people out of thin air."

Lu Jiajia scoffed softly, holding his "thieving" hand. She knelt back on the boat deck and asked, "By the way, where is my Minglan Sword?"

Ning Changjiu's heart jolted. He thought, *Minglan decayed two years ago; only a chicken survived from the entire sword.*

Ning Changjiu said softly, "I still have that sword, but it's already so broken it's unrecognizable. However, there's an ancient saying that a sword follows its owner; it's your sword after all, so I never thought of discarding it."

Lu Jiajia's heart softened, but her expression remained calm as she said, "I don't believe in such things. I was just asking; it's good that you're safe."

Ning Changjiu smiled faintly, "Indeed, now you don't need any sword; you are the most peerless one."

Lu Jiajia said coolly, "I'm not a little girl like Xiaoling; don't try to fool me with such nonsense."

Ning Changjiu feigned difficulty, leaning closer to her and asking, "Can't I really fool you?"

Lu Jiajia's ethereal face remained calm, appearing quite indifferent.

Ning Changjiu, determined not to let her put on airs as a master, continued to tease, "Last night I told you three allegorical stories. I imagine my disciple isn't quite satisfied, so today I'll tell you a few more."

"Oh?" Lu Jiajia certainly hadn't forgotten those three stories.

How could there be such a brazen act of self-deception in this world? ...*Hmm*, the Jade Rabbit pounding medicine and startling with one cry are also inappropriate.

Lu Jiajia said with slight annoyance, "What trick are you trying to play now?"

Ning Changjiu said, "In ancient times, there was a saying about 'blind men touching an elephant.' How about we do 'blind men touching a sword' today?"

Lu Jiajia's lips pressed together slightly. She somewhat understood, and her clear eyes were filled with embarrassment and annoyance.

Ning Changjiu seemed to be very decisive. He directly tore off a section of his sleeve, blindfolded himself, and asked, "Shall the story begin?"

Lu Jiajia helplessly pressed down his hand. "You're a grand cultivator of the Purple Court realm, how can you still be so mischievous? Like a child."

Ning Changjiu said, "Didn't we agree that you'd obey me for these few days? Why are you going back on your word now?"

Lu Jiajia sighed softly, released his hand, and said indulgently, "Alright, I'll go along with you then."

So, this game of "blind man touching the sword" began.

"Is this the sword's hilt-guard? Hmm... or its pendant?"

"Mm."

"Is this the sword's grip?"

"Mm."

"Is this the sword's blade?"

"Mm..."

"Is this... a feather resting on the sword?"

"Mmm-hmm... mm..."

"Stop!" Lu Jiajia exclaimed, "I don't want to hear the story anymore."

"But it's not finished yet. How will you compensate me?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Lu Jiajia bit her lip, saying very reluctantly, "I will... play the flute for you."

Ning Changjiu quickly agreed, untied the sleeve cloth from his eyes, and waited for the beautiful woman to fulfill her promise.

But he never imagined that Lu Jiajia's words were also literal.

Lu Jiajia took the bamboo flute, placed it to her lips, closed her eyes slightly, and began to play softly.

The sky was clear, the earth bright, a gentle breeze wafted, and the water sparkled like shattered silver.

Lu Jiajia sat back at the bow. Among the lotus flowers, the flute's sound was not a lament, but rather like a leisurely blue finch circling through flowing wind and white snow, slowly flying back to its old nest after a thousand autumn moonlit nights, chirping softly, recounting tales from afar.

Ning Changjiu's mind felt cleansed, as if by snowmelt, and returned to peace.

He looked at the lotus pond, its crimson blooms fully open; at the lotus leaves, like umbrellas and canopies; at the light in the sky and the shadows of distant mountains... These were all beautiful earthly sights, yet his gaze did not linger on them.

He ultimately kept gazing at the figure, sculpted like snow and carved jade, his eyes not moving until the flute's sound gradually faded away.

The bamboo flute left her lips. Lu Jiajia gently rested it on her lap, slowly turned her head, and shared a smile with Ning Changjiu.

This place was perfectly suited for a female immortal, adorned with white clouds and cranes.

The lotus boat slowly approached the shore. Though the night of spring revelry had passed, the beautiful time lingered.

Lu Jiajia adjusted her white robes, tightened her sash, and slowly disembarked.

Ning Changjiu followed behind her.

Although Zhang Qieyu had left, the small town remained vibrant.

The gecko and toad, two self-proclaimed generals, were still arguing on the rooftops, while the rabbit spirit, carrying a large carrot, continued hopping along on patrol, diligently performing its duty.

As Ning Changjiu passed the intersection, he greeted the rabbit spirit. The rabbit spirit seemed not to recognize him, but it treated all guests equally, bowing respectfully before continuing onward.

It was clear that it was somewhat afraid of this white-clad female sword immortal.

"You've been here for a long time; you must know some people, right?" Lu Jiajia asked.

Ning Changjiu nodded, "Yes, I do."

"Do you want to go see them?" Lu Jiajia asked.

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head. "I promised to take him to find his grandfather, but I know where his grandfather went is not a place ordinary people can go. A youth's growth always needs dreams; it's better to wake up a little later."

Lu Jiajia calmly hummed in acknowledgment.

"Then let's go look around outside," Lu Jiajia said.

Ning Changjiu matched her pace and asked, "Have there been any major events in the past two years?"

Lu Jiajia had also spent a long time sitting by the cliff, and all her news came from Ning Xiaoling and other disciples. She recalled for a moment, then recounted many events in detail.

As summer gradually grew hotter, Lu Jiajia's sword body became even cooler.

Ning Changjiu held her hand, as if holding a piece of warm, smooth ice.

"Killed King Jin with a single sword?" Ning Changjiu smiled faintly, "That little girl has great courage. It's a pity that while she was still killing a mere human king, I had already contended with the ruler of that divine kingdom."

Lu Jiajia chuckled, "Then why don't you try pulling her down from Zhao's throne and giving her a good beating?"

Ning Changjiu replied, "She's not easy to bully, is she?"

Lu Jiajia retorted, "And am I easy to bully?"

Ning Changjiu smiled faintly, "How could this be called bullying?"

Lu Jiajia let out a soft huff, slowing her steps. Looking at him, she asked, "Are you really not planning to go see her?"

Ning Changjiu naturally wanted to see her, but he knew that even if Zhao Xiang'er liked him, he wouldn't be able to keep her.

Therefore, he wanted to win this three-year pact. Perhaps only then would he leave an indelible mark in the heart of Her Imperial Majesty, the Empress, who was as pure as autumn rain, a mark she could never erase no matter where she went.

Ning Changjiu said, "On the day of the three-year pact, I will certainly fulfill it."

Lu Jiajia's lips curved upward. "So stubborn about saving face. Before, you used to say you were a noble gentleman, pure and free from desires. It seems that was all a lie to me."

Ning Changjiu gave a self-deprecating smile, then remembered something and asked, "How has the Purple Heaven Daoist Sect been in recent years?"

Lu Jiajia replied, "Among the Four Dao Masters, only Thirteen Yuchen, the one with the lowest cultivation realm, survived. The sect has gradually declined. If not for the other sects being too insignificant, the Purple Heaven Daoist Sect would likely already be in someone else's possession."

Ning Changjiu nodded and asked again, "Have any transcendent immortals visited?"

Lu Jiajia frowned, "Are you asking about Lord Guijun? Even if he came, I wouldn't be able to see him."

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head. What he was truly concerned about was the unobservable person within the observation.

But he figured there hadn't been any.

"When does the Sect Master's grand ceremony begin?" Ning Changjiu suddenly thought of this and calculated the time; it seemed to be soon.

Lu Jiajia replied, "No news has come yet, but I suppose it will be in the coming days."

Ning Changjiu smiled, "Winning the top spot is already an easy feat for you now."

Lu Jiajia looked at the tip of her shoe peeking from beneath her skirt and shook her head with a faint smile, "I have no interest in the position of Sect Master."

Ning Changjiu, however, tightened his grip on her hand and said, "I, on the other hand, am quite interested in you becoming the Sect Master."

Lu Jiajia's delicate brows rose slightly. Annoyed, she said, "As a cultivator, with your mind constantly on such things, how did you even enter the Purple Court realm?"

Ning Changjiu chuckled, "That Severed Realm City was too dull. All demons, ghosts, and fierce, fanged monsters. After two years of being tormented by evil spirits, I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. Now that I've seen my disciple again, if I don't tease you properly, it would seem as if my cultivation has gone awry and I've succumbed to inner demons, wouldn't it?"

Lu Jiajia listened to his twisted logic and merely gave a cold smile.

Lu Jiajia said, "After the three-year pact, aren't you going to see Xiaoling? If I become Sect Master, how can I spare time to accompany you?"

Ning Changjiu pondered for a moment. "You could first secure the position of Sect Master, and then let the Deputy Sect Master oversee the sect in your stead..."

Lu Jiajia rolled her eyes at him, annoyed, "Is the Sect Master's identity really that alluring?"

Ning Changjiu smiled faintly, "Not as big as Master, though."

The pronunciation of "big" was especially emphasized.

Lu Jiajia ignored him and continued walking forward.

By the time they returned to the thatched cottage, night had fallen again.

This was the place where Lu Jiajia had stayed for over two years.

Ning Changjiu stood before the wooden carving, examining it carefully for a moment. "It doesn't seem to resemble you much."

Lu Jiajia lightly waved her hand, slicing the wooden carving into two halves. She smiled and asked, "Does it still resemble me now?"

Ning Changjiu felt a chill down his spine. He instinctively wanted to back down, but then he thought, *She's clearly my disciple, and I've already disciplined her twice. How dare she still be so disobedient?*

He turned his head and said, "My disciple irritates her master everywhere; is it because you enjoy being disciplined?"

Lu Jiajia couldn't help but glance at the pile of branches by the window. Her emotions were complex, but her expression remained cool. "Trying to push your luck again?"

Ning Changjiu retorted, "Is my disciple trying to defy her master again?"

This time, Lu Jiajia did not back down. She smiled faintly, "Master, surely you don't think your disciple is truly no match for you?"

Ning Changjiu raised an eyebrow slightly.

How could this disciple be so insubordinate?

Lu Jiajia extended a finger.

Ning Changjiu also extended a finger.

They were fingers, and also swords.

Their two sword intents met, and sword light gently rippled out, enveloping them.

At their touching fingertips, countless bright sparks seemed to ignite. Those sword lights clashed and connected, exploding and dissipating. Within those seemingly fleeting, extinguished sparks, profound and intricate sword intent and techniques were hidden.

That was the culmination of their lifelong learning.

All their sword intent converged between their touching fingers.

*Crack.*

Like a candle flame sputtering.

Ning Changjiu winced and pulled back his finger, light smoke curling from it.

Lu Jiajia's jade-like finger, however, still glowed with a moon-halo-like sword intent, as if moon-glow transformed into fireflies rested on her fingernail.

"You... you defy your master and betray your ancestors, utterly disrespectful! Presumptuous... you deserve punishment! Go stand facing the wall!" Ning Changjiu, looking exasperated, resembled a villain from a play being lectured by a heroic maiden.

Lu Jiajia, of course, paid no heed to his scolding. She merely chuckled softly, "Master should really cultivate diligently. If you can't even defeat your own disciple, you certainly can't go to the Imperial City to face that demoness Empress."

His sore spot pricked again, Ning Changjiu grew more annoyed. He pounced on Lu Jiajia, playfully forcing her back into the room. He said, "Alright, no punishment then. How about I tell you a few more allegorical stories?"

"I'm not a little girl anymore. Who wants to hear your stories? Go tell them to your junior sister later."

"...I'm not an animal."

Lu Jiajia lay on the straw bed. Although she had already "tasted the marrow and known its flavor," she didn't want Ning Changjiu to be too unrestrained in front of her. So, the two wrestled on the bed again.

Just as Lu Jiajia was softening and about to give up resisting, they simultaneously exchanged a glance.

"Someone's coming!"

Lu Jiajia straightened her clothes, her expression instantly turning cold. She walked outside the door and looked at the approaching person on the path.

The newcomer was none other than Xue Xunxue.

"What brings you here, Peak Master Xue?" Lu Jiajia asked.

Xue Xunxue said, "I originally didn't want to disturb you, but the Sect Master's conference is, after all, a grand event for the four peaks, and you are the true Peak Master of Sky Cavern Peak, so I came to inform you."

"Hmm..." Lu Jiajia lightly nodded her head and asked, "When is it?"

Xue Xunxue replied, "In half a month. Although I know you're not concerned with such matters, we all truly hope you can come."

Lu Jiajia smiled and nodded, "Thank you for your kind intentions, Peak Master Xue."

After a few more pleasantries, Xue Xunxue departed on her sword.

As she left, Xue Xunxue muttered to herself. Although Lu Jiajia still wore white robes like a pure white crane, her movements like an immortal fluttering her wings, there seemed to be a different aura clinging to her immortal beauty, and even her footsteps were slightly different from before, somewhat like...

Impossible! That's Lu Jiajia!

Xue Xunxue quickly dismissed her thoughts and rode her sword back to the peak.

As soon as Lu Jiajia returned to the thatched cottage, she was pushed down onto the bed.

It was another sleepless night that needed no further elaboration.

(Hmm, perhaps I can write a book in the future called "Redundancy".)

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