After the time travel, my cheat program disappeared.

"but..."

"but?"

"Master can use the 'Slaying Loulan' technique directly later. Although it doesn't have any bonuses... the one that can't be severed must be the real thing."

Unable to directly attack the human form of Snow Dance, Shi Yan chose to break her sword directly.

It's a pity to lose a spirit sword. But... keeping the sword's remains and forging a new one for Jun Qianrou would be a great idea.

The Dance of Fine Snow is still quite suitable for Jun Qianrou.

The Frost Sword transformed into a sword array, mingling with the falling snow, and once again hurtled towards Shi Yanqi.

This time, Shi Yan gripped the jade sword tightly.

"Slay Loulan" was activated instantly. With a powerful swing, she severed the first frost sword that had pierced through her.

Then came the second handle, and the third handle.

The spiritual energy was being consumed rapidly, and Shi Yan could see stars surging within his own characters.

Without giving Snow Dance a chance to react, she transformed into a whirlwind at top speed, and a jade sword materialized from the wind, falling straight down to slash at Snow Dance.

The two frost swords beside the woman rose up at the same time.

However... Master Yan has already made his judgment.

The last sword that remained close to her body was the true form of the Dance of Fine Snow.

Shi Yan crouched down and appeared beside her, the two of them almost touching.

Shi Yan could see the sudden hint of panic in the woman.

"goodbye--"

She grabbed the hilt of the Snowdrift Sword with her right hand and slashed at the woman's neck.

Sword riding...

She will too.

The immortal sword in the sky was just a decoy.

But to Shi Yan's surprise—

She missed.

Instead, the woman... hugged Shi Yan back.

"Owner."

Part 91. Put your clothes on first! [Second Update]

Why did things turn out this way?

Held in the arms of the cool and gentle body of the Snow Dance, Shi Yan was plunged into a deep sense of confusion and bewilderment.

The hand that was about to slash the woman's neck gripped the slender, frosty-blue longsword, frozen awkwardly in mid-air.

Fine Snow Dance is the kind of woman who is very slender and tall.

Although her figure couldn't be described as voluptuous, Shi Yan could still feel the soft bamboo shoots pressed against her body as the woman hugged her so tightly.

The sword spirits are always dressed in thin clothes. Dance of Fine Snow is the best among them. In addition, she was already dressed in tattered clothes, and then Shi Yan's "Swaying Leaf Roll" tore her clothes apart.

Shi Yan's body was taut like a bow, and he even held his breath.

She even felt as if the sword spirit in her arms was naked and pressed tightly against her.

His right hand, which was holding the body of the Dance of Fine Snow, froze in mid-air. Finally... he slowly lowered it and hugged the woman's slender back, which was as white as snow.

I got a piece of snow.

Shi Yan could feel the woman in his arms slowly relaxing, gradually pressing her weight onto him.

at the same time--

Behind him, he heard the cracking sound of ice breaking, and the girl's clenched teeth followed by... a muffled, sullen whimper.

Shi Jiuzhou glared resentfully at the face of Fine Snow Dance pressing down on his master's shoulder, gritting his teeth and wishing he could go forward and tear her to pieces.

Shi Yan felt that he was already in the middle of a vortex, with soaring sword intent and chilling energy clashing against each other.

After acknowledging the master's words as the ultimate authority, the Dance of Fine Snow was no longer a rootless sword.

Even after the "Thirty-Three Sword Pavilion" buff was removed, he held his own against Shi Jiuzhou, who was not at all at a disadvantage.

"Master!!!" *Thud*

Shi Jiuzhou didn't care about anything else. The girl materialized, her delicate feet touching the ice, and she pounced directly on Shi Yan.

She hugged Shi Yan tightly from behind, her soft, voluptuous curves all piling up on his back.

The softness, which couldn't be concealed even through several layers of fabric, was a stark contrast to the sparse figure of the woman in his arms.

It's not that I dislike the Dance of Fine Snow.

Slender and tall women also have a unique charm.

Shi Jiuzhou rested his chin on Shi Yan's other shoulder, and the girl put her hand into the gap between Shi Yan and Xi Xue Zhi Wu, wrapping her arms tightly around Shi Yan's waist.

Beside the stream, Xingcai stared at the icy surface that had suddenly transformed from a battlefield into a carnage, her lips twitching wildly.

So... what exactly happened!?

The little Pixiu beside her didn't care about any of that.

The girl only knew that it was 'fun'... 'lively'... and everyone seemed to be having a lot of fun.

"Yay!!!" the little Pixiu shouted, then trotted over to Shi Yan and hugged his leg.

"You bad woman, are you coming?" Little Pixiu fearlessly joined in the fun. She looked at Sister Shiyan's other bare thigh and shouted to Xingcai on the shore.

"No, no." Although... Xingcai really wanted to join in the fun.

I also really want to hold that young master in my arms.

But looking at the cold gazes cast upon her by the two sword spirits who were holding Shi Yan from the front and back, Xing Cai felt that if she took one step forward, she would be pierced by a thousand swords in the next second.

bang——

Shi Yan finally freed his hand and, with a backhand grip, struck the little Pixiu on the head with the hilt of the Snow Dance sword.

The little Pixiu's eyes widened, then it squatted down with its hands behind its head.

The two women holding Shi Yan looked at each other.

Shi Jiuzhou even felt that he saw a hint of mockery in those frost-blue inorganic eyes, as if they were saying, "You 'stole' my master a thousand years ago."

"A thousand years later..."

“I can ‘steal’ your master just the same way.”

"Master!!!" Shi Jiuzhou tightened his grip on Shi Yan, and Shi Yan even felt as if he could hear sobbing tears.

Shi Yan put one arm around Xi Xue Zhi Wu's slender waist and gently patted the woman Su Guo's shoulder with the other.

"Dance of Fine Snow..."

"Snow Dance..."

"Please let me go first."

The woman obediently let go of her hand and then took a step back.

The next second—

The tattered skirt, cut open by Shi Yan's leaf-rolling technique, slid down the woman's slender figure. Looking down, Shi Yan could see the woman's delicate and lovely toes.

Just like Shi Jiuzhou.

As a sword spirit, Snow Dance seemed completely unconcerned about the issue of embarrassment, her frost-blue eyes fixed on Shi Yan without blinking.

Looking at the pure white lines of Fine Snow Dance's body, Shi Yan suddenly fell silent.

She pulled the woman into her arms again.

The body in my arms felt even softer now.

Shi Yan could feel the two mountains pressing down on his back trembling.

"Xuewu...put your clothes on first."

Fine Snow Dance blinked her frost-blue eyes, and snowflakes condensed on her body, transforming into a rather revealing off-the-shoulder bodycon dress.

But it's still much better than being naked.

Shi Yan then released his grip on Xi Xue Zhi Wu.

The girl looked completely bewildered, and gently nuzzled against Shi Yan before taking a step back and leaving.

Shi Jiuzhou held Shi Yan, trembling with anger.

"So what exactly is this 'sword' woman all about!?"

Shi Yan was stunned for a moment.

As if shielding Shi Jiuzhou from view, the dance of fine snow simply stood obediently in front of Shi Yan, her beautiful frost-blue eyes reflecting only Shi Yan's image.

Shi Yan carefully recalled what had just happened.

Because I don't want my future sister-in-law to always talk about me in front of Xingke with a 'shy and coyly spitting on a lecher' attitude.

Instead of attacking the human form of Snowdrift Dance directly, he went straight for her true form.

Then--

He cleaved through the three frost swords that were attacking him from the Dance of Fine Snow.

He pretended to wield his immortal sword and launch a frontal attack, but in reality, he closed in on Snow Dance alone, aiming directly at her true form.

He grasped the Dance of Fine Snow and then swung his sword toward her neck.

As a result... the frost-blue blade pierced straight through her neck, as if it were just a phantom.

The next second—