My Cold Sword Master

In the central area of Kyushu Continent, within the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there are ruins of an ancient battlefield - Lingxu.

It is an ancient battlefield obscured by the power of heaven and the laws of the universe. It contains the heritage left over from the ancient times and ancient treasures that have long been extinct in this world. Every time it is opened, it is accompanied by opportunities and bloody storms.

In this spiritual ruins, at a specific time every hundred years when the power of the heavenly secrets and the laws of the great way fluctuate, thirteen powerful men in the Shattered Void Realm will break open the power of the laws and send the geniuses of various races and sects to enter for training.

The power of the laws therein is limited to the Spirit Transformation Realm. If it is lower than the Spirit Transformation Realm, or higher than the Spirit Transformation Realm, it will be torn apart by the power of the laws therein.

There are also many old monsters in the Questioning Void Realm who would lower their cultivation level and blend in in order to try to get a chance of survival before their lifespans are about to end.

Every hundred years in Lingxu, countless geniuses from all races and sects die there. There are also grassroots people who obtain ancient inheritance and enter the Wenxu realm in one fell swoop, or old monsters Wenxu find ancient treasures and break through the Xu realm.

The Void Deer and Stubborn Root Flower that contain the Vein-Shaping Pill can only be found here.

This also means that he has to go to Lingxu.

The path to immortality in Kyushu has clear levels: Condensing Qi, Accumulating Spirit, Transforming Spirit, Questioning Void, Breaking Void, Piercing Void, and Shattering Void.

After the Shattered Void, one enters the Immortal Realm. However, since that ancient war, no one in the current Kyushu Continent can cross the Shattered Void Realm and become an Immortal.

There is only half a year left before that area opens, and the next time it opens will be a hundred years later.

And now he...

Three strands of sword energy lingering around his fingertips made him sigh.

The spiritual essence contained in the ancient purple energy of the Taiyi Fragment just now is enough to allow a cultivator at the second level of Qi Condensation to be promoted to the ninth level of Qi Condensation, or to allow a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Condensation to transform his spiritual consciousness into spiritual spring in one step.

However, for him, it only barely raised one level of Qi Condensation, which was good, but still not enough.

It is impossible for anyone, no matter they are the chosen ones or the children of royal families, to go from the second level of Qi Condensation to Spirit Transformation in half a year. Moreover, for each level of Qi Condensation he needs to condense spiritual energy that is a hundred times that of an ordinary person.

He never claimed to be a genius, but he had to do it. He couldn't afford to delay taking care of his aunt's injury.

Fortunately, in addition to the method of alchemy, he also obtained another piece of information.

These nine pages of the ancient scroll and the other eight scattered pages were all connected to him in some way, allowing him to sense the location of the pages. The page closest to him happened to be in the core of the Great Zhou Dynasty: the capital Yanyun.

However, he only knew that it was in Yanyun, but he didn't know where exactly it was, nor did he know what kind of fortune this page of the ancient scroll contained.

But this is the path of cultivating immortals. At the beginning of the great road, you move forward step by step without asking about the future scenery.

With his current cultivation speed, if he wants to achieve spiritual attainment within half a year, he must find the second page of Yan Yun's ancient scroll.

"Oh, no!"

The young man looked at the moonlight in the sky. He was busy digesting the knowledge about elixirs in the ancient scrolls, and suddenly he realized it was already past midnight!

Auntie asked him to go there before midnight! If he went there late, he would be scolded again!

That night, it was already Chou time, in a purple bamboo pavilion in the bamboo forest behind the mountain.

"Auntie, Yun'er is here."

Shangguan Yun hurriedly put on his white robe and came to Zizhu Loft, but he still knocked on the door gently first to avoid seeing anything bad.

But after knocking on the door, there was no response, which made him confused and he pushed the door open.

When his eyes fell on the boudoir, the boy was a little stunned and his breathing became hot.

The aunt, who is usually gentle, elegant and soft as water, is only wearing a white gauze as light as mist in this inky night.

The white gauze is like mist, light and ethereal, and the plump and ripe white flesh, like a ripe peach, is also hazy and looming...

The light white gauze was bulging and almost bursting with its abundance and softness... and there was only a light hollow white pocket...

But the next second, the heat in Shangguan Yun's heart disappeared in an instant.

Because at this time, Su Wanrou was lying limply on the bed, her face as pale as frost, her hair dripping with sweat, her eyes tightly closed, her white teeth biting her plump and soft lips, almost biting out blood, as if her plump, soft and mature body was being torn apart in pain.

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In addition, Su Lishuang is Su Wanrou's younger sister, and her aunt is a virgin.

Chapter 3: Soft Honey Jade

"Aunt?!" Shangguan Yun was startled, and quickly stepped forward to hold the beautiful woman's smooth and plump shoulders, but pulled back like lightning after touching her.

He looked at his fingertips with a solemn expression, and a strange wisp of dark frost froze all his fingertips that were touching the beautiful woman's shoulders.

The sword energy in the spiritual consciousness gathered at the fingertips instinctively, dispelling the dark frost like winter snow in spring.

Although it had been dispelled, the piercing pain of frostbite still made the young man frown. But what made him grit his teeth even more was that if he was frostbitten to this extent just by touching it, how painful would his aunt be?

"Is it Yun'er...?"

The touch of the fragrant shoulders made the beautiful woman slightly open her pair of chestnut eyes, which were mixed with fatigue and pain. She tried hard to put on a soft expression and sighed softly.

This child, why did he come at this time...

"This third-grade evil thing, the Nine Nether Death Frost, cannot be touched. Go outside and wait for Auntie..."

Before he finished speaking, Shangguan Yun took off his white robe and threw his soft and delicate body into the beautiful woman's chilly embrace, making the beautiful woman panic for a moment.

"Yun'er! Be obedient! No, I can't!" She hurriedly tried to break free from the young man's arms, but because of the dead frost, she couldn't even move a finger and could only let him hold her.

The slight warmth and soft touch from the boy's slender body surprisingly calmed the death frost raging in her body a little, and made her crave the boy's touch.

"It's okay, auntie, it doesn't hurt." Shangguan Yun looked at the beautiful woman's panicked eyes, and endured the bone-chilling coldness in his body that seemed to be freezing his bones and flesh. He gritted his teeth and smiled softly, "It doesn't hurt, auntie..."

The small hands that were holding the beautiful woman's soft waist were covered with dead frost, and the jet-black hair was also condensed with black frost.

The young man mobilized the innate sword energy in his body that was surrounded by the hazy purple energy, and circulated it around his body. Every time it circulated around the body, the death frost on Su Wanrou's body would melt away a little.

“Yun’er! You cannot mobilize your own spiritual essence! If, if it hurts your foundation…”

Su Wanrou looked at the boy's tender little face covered with frost, and she felt ashamed, angry and anxious.

But when the young man's warm sword energy flowed into her body, the death frost that had tortured her in the past and almost brought her to death actually melted away as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

“Hmm~~haha…”

This was a wonderful relief from the piercing silence and coldness, a sudden touch of gentle warmth.

Su Wanrou, a beautiful woman so ripe that honey was almost dripping out of her, couldn't help but let out a few charming moans from between her plump lips that had regained their delicate and moist rosy color.

Why can Yun'er's sword energy soothe this death frost...

Su Wanrou bit her plump lips, but this time she was not enduring the excruciating pain, but was trying hard to prevent the shameful moan from escaping from her lips.

But the sword energy was too scarce and weak, and in just a moment the dead frost came back again.

Shangguan Yun only felt that his three strands of sword energy were constantly being washed away like a dam in front of a tsunami. The dead frost that bit his bones and crushed his flesh made him clench his teeth tightly, and a look of pain appeared on his handsome and tender face.

Su Wanrou looked at the young man she cherished in her arms, whose face was filled with pain, her plump lips tightly bitten, and for the first time, her gentle autumn eyes revealed a murderous intent.

"You Jiuxiao! I, Su Wanrou, will never forgive you!"

However, this murderous intent was quickly eroded by the enchanting spring charm.

“How, how could this happen… Haha…”

Su Wanrou endured the embarrassing numbness and looked at the painful little face of the boy in her arms. Finally, she bit the corner of her lip, leaned close to his ear, and moaned softly.

"Yun'er...close your eyes..."

Shangguan Yun was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, a wisp of white milk with a hint of warm milk fragrance... blocked his vision, making his little face, which had been eroded by the dead frost and turned white, turn a little rosy.

The boy's cute stunned look made the beautiful woman's eyes shy. She bit the boy's ear lightly and spoke softly.

"Bad Yun'er... stupid, um~ha..."

After saying that, she pressed the boy's slender body down, and held his small face between her soft and plump breasts. The soft and tender breasts, which were moistened with a layer of tender and crystal color by her sweet sweat, rubbed against the boy's ears, which could be considered as keeping warm.

"Don't tell Wanqiu about this..." The beautiful woman's soft and charming voice was mixed with shyness, anger, and emotions.

"Yun, Yun'er knows." The young man panted and responded obediently, but he had already fallen into the gentle embrace of his aunt, and after listening to her for a while, he knew it himself...

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The night is like a veil, bright as fog. In the beautiful woman's boudoir, the mature and beautiful female fragrance is mixed with the faint and fresh fragrance.

“Hmm…haha…ha…”

After the dead frost faded away, the beautiful woman's plump, white and mature body softened, her autumn eyes were shy and spring-like, as soft and moving as honey, and as gentle as spring water with ripples.

Her soft hair and fair face were all dotted with crystal sweat. As for her plump body with sweet breasts and big buttocks, along with her white bag and light white gauze, which were already as light as mist, they were all soaked with the dripping sweat, making her feel slippery and particularly shameful.

"Hmm-ha..."

Shangguan Yun struggled to raise his little face from the surging warm and soft thing. The plump and soft touch, the warm and sweet fragrance, made him fantasize a lot.

"Then, that aunt... um..." The young man felt the aunt's delicate body that was soft and warm again, and he panted and moved his gaze away from the translucent and misty white bag soaked with sweat, his eyes showing some of the boy's fiery passion.

Under this light and misty transparent white gauze, the beautiful woman's tender white flesh, as plump and ripe as a ripe peach, is missing a touch of light silk white pocket...

The soft and plump snow-like flesh was just like two ripe and rich creamy honey cakes, dotted with two milky cherries... trembling...

"Yun'er... don't move..."

A few soft moans escaped from Su Wan's plump and mature lips, and she felt both shy and angry.

It would have been fine if the young man's slender body hadn't moved, but once he moved, her already aroused mature body became soft again.

"But, but... um..."

"Don't move... Yun'er, be good..." The beautiful woman lowered her head and gently bit the tip of the boy's white nose, saying shyly, "Wait for Auntie to get up, Yun'er, don't move."

The beautiful woman bit her plump lips tightly, and after a long while she managed to prop up her plump body. She put on a hazy white veil, her autumn eyes were shy, and she hurriedly grasped her collar and walked out of the room with lotus steps.

Only when the white veil disappeared from his sight did Shangguan Yun return from the land of tenderness.

Recalling the plump and soft snow under the plain white gauze, it was like a bright full moon hanging high in the clear sky, or like a cooked and delicious milk cake placed on a white jade plate. I scratched my face and had a little daydream.

“But it is indeed very white…”

"What's white?"

Su Wanrou returned to the room leisurely. She had changed into a white gauze dress with her mature, plump and beautiful body. Her waist-length black hair was hastily tied up into a young woman's bun with a bamboo hairpin.

Shangguan Yun's heart skipped a beat. Before he could explain, the beautiful woman had already sat down on the bed with a bowl of medicine. She placed her hands on her knees. Although there was still some shyness in her gentle autumn eyes, it was not much. She continued to ask, "Hmm?"

"Ah... Yun'er thinks that this curtain is very white, um..." Shangguan Yun responded vaguely, took the medicine and took a sip. It tasted warm, but the bitter taste made him stick out his tongue, "Slightly..."

So bitter... and bitter and astringent, and it tastes bitter again...

Although it was extremely bitter, the medicinal soup turned into a warm current once it entered his mouth, melting away the remaining coldness of the Nine Nether Death Frost in his body and the frostbite in his meridians, making him feel relaxed all over.

The boy's tongue sticking out made Su Wanrou smile softly, and she forgot about the words he said, and then she scolded him: "Yun'er, don't disobey your aunt next time."

"It was obviously Auntie who hid it from Yun'er." The young man explained in a low voice, pursing his lips slightly.

The Nine Nether Death Frost is recorded in the pharmacopoeia in the Taiyi ancient scroll.

It is a third-grade evil creature that attaches itself to the meridians and takes root deep in the spiritual consciousness, severing all the meridians. It will attack on the yin day of every month. Once it attacks, it is like falling into a devil's cave of ice needles, and life is worse than death.

As for the Pure Yang Jade, it is recorded in the pharmacopoeia. It is a very pure and Yang thing that can restrain all evil spirits. It has only two sources.

One is that it was formed when the tail feathers of the ancient mythical beast three-legged golden crow fell off. However, it is also recorded in the alchemy classics that the three-legged golden crow was hunted and shot to death by a great witch from the ancient witch clan as early as in ancient times.

The second is the land of Chunyang, but in today's Jiuzhou, there has never been any news about the land of Chunyang.

Without the Pure Yang Jade, even if he refined the Vein Shaping Pill... it would be useless.

"Your injury is fine." Su Wan'er stroked the boy's hair with her soft hands: "Yun'er is still too young now. When Yun'er reaches the realm of asking the void, I will tell Yun'er everything."

"However, Auntie did not expect that Yun'er's sword energy could actually suppress this Death Frost."

Recalling the dead frost that melted away like spring snow under the sword of the young man, the beautiful woman was a little surprised, and her soft almond eyes couldn't help but show shyness, obviously remembering the warm and beautiful things when they were warming themselves last night.

Yun'er... has grown up too.

The beautiful woman looked at the young man in front of her, slightly distracted.

Without her noticing, the petite, tender and handsome child had grown into the handsome young man before her eyes.

The young boy's impression of a tender and slender figure has now become tall and tight, with a face like snow-white jade, warm and smooth, handsome sword-like eyebrows, and ink-like starry eyes that are pure and clear without a trace of dust. With the snow-white clothes, he looks like a scholar in a painting, gentle and elegant.

However... although he is handsome, he is still no taller than her skirt, and looks very young, only about 26cm tall.

He had a handsome face and a slender and tender figure, a delicate look that could make young girls fall in love and young women fall in love with him. Combined with Yun'er's gentle and elegant personality, I'm afraid that if he left her, he would be seduced and taken away by those young women who were aroused by him.

For some reason, Su Wanrou felt inexplicably uneasy when she thought of the scene of the young boy being seduced by those charming young women.

This child is obviously hers.