My Cold Sword Master

Li Shan, the Danzong disciple who was scolded, was not angry at all. Instead, he looked excited as if he had taken an aphrodisiac. His fiery and lustful eyes kept scanning Zhuang Qingni's exquisite, sexy and heroic figure, and he smiled sinisterly.

"Of course, it would be more interesting if you could put on knee-high high-heeled leather boots and step on me while scolding me."

After he finished speaking, several Danzong disciples behind him all laughed lewdly in agreement, and at the same time, their undisguised lustful and fiery gazes kept examining the cute and lovely girl Zhuang Yuyi, and the graceful and beautiful elder sister Zhuang Qingling, who were hiding behind Zhuang Qingni.

"Aren't you afraid of being punished by the sect leader for doing this?" The eldest sister Zhuang Qingling, who was wearing a loose and soft white robe with red patterns, frowned slightly and gently waved her loose sleeves to protect the third sister Zhuang Yuyi.

"Punishment?" Li Shan smiled sinisterly, "That depends on whether the Sect Master punishes us or expel you and your daughters from the Sect?"

After that, he added with a lewd smile: "Zhuang Shuxuan, who has lost her status as a deacon of the Dan Sect, must first repay our senior brother a huge amount of spiritual stones before she can leave this Dan Yunfang. In a few days, your beautiful mature mother will have to enjoy the pleasure of being under the senior brother before she can-"

"Stop! Danzong is investigating! You, the outsiders, can't wait - Puff!!"

"boom--!"

Before he finished speaking, a loud bang was heard from outside Dan Yun Fang. Several guards flew backwards with blood spurting out, and screamed miserably, crashing into the hall from outside Dan Yun Fang, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust, and the furnishings in the hall collapsed everywhere!

Li Shan and several other disciples were startled and looked in the direction of the voice. They saw a proud and gorgeous woman in a cloud robe, holding a long sword at her waist, and walking slowly into the Dan Yunfang with her slender and tight legs wearing silver cloud boots.

"How dare you! This is--!" A Danzong disciple who couldn't figure out the situation immediately scolded, but the cloud-robed woman only glanced at him lightly with her cold and arrogant aqua-blue eyes, raised her finger and flicked it lightly, and a aqua-blue phantom flashed by, like a crossbow arrow that instantly flew to the disciple's chest.

"Pfft-!"

A shrill scream rang out again, and the disciple's body instantly flew backwards and embedded heavily into the wall.

The Zhuang sisters were stunned at first, but then they saw the young man in white following the woman in the cloud robe, and they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young Master, hurry up and help your mother!" When Zhuang Yuyi saw the young man for the first time, she waved her fist angrily and shouted at the young man carrying the snow-white ancient sword, "That damned An Qingru has been making things difficult for me! Young Master, help your mother teach him a lesson!"

"Yeah." Shangguan Yun nodded lightly, his spiritual awareness spread out, his slender and tender figure turned into a swift shadow and came to the front of the conference hall, with the sword flashing!

The nanmu door with a defensive array pattern shattered, revealing An Qingru and Zhuang Shuxuan, a gentle and beautiful mature woman, who were facing each other in the conference room.

When An Qingru saw the young man breaking into the room, the frightened look on his face instantly turned into rage.

The surprise in Zhuang Shuxuan's eyes turned into a hint of gentleness and a sense of relief.

Chapter 116: The Return of the Gentle and Mature Mother

"You little bastard! You're ruining my business again!!"

An Qingru flew into a rage upon seeing Shangguan Yun, the familiar figure who could be described as his inner demon. The nameless rage even overwhelmed his limited rationality and self-control.

To him, this young boy in white with a young and innocent appearance was almost becoming his demon! Every time he was about to accomplish something good, this boy would come out from some unknown corner and ruin his good deeds in various ways!

Whether it was Ruan Danyun, making him look bad at the Budan Conference, or taking Pei Shiya, the charming and mature lady from Peicheng Commercial Bank who was about to take the bait at Lanruo Temple, for himself, it was always this young man!

This time too, it was obvious that the gentle and beautiful mature deacon in white robe was in front of him, along with her three sister daughters. The four daughters of the Zhuang family were about to become his possession.

This little piece of trash! He rushed in again like a ghost!

"Someone! Capture him! I want him to watch with his own eyes as all the women protecting him are trained by me to be slaves who can do whatever they want!"

An Qingru almost jumped up and down as he gave the order in hysterical rage, not caring at all about the consequences of his words.

But the next moment, he found that the two guards of the fifth level of the Questioning Void Realm that he brought with him did not move at all. They just held the long swords at their waists and looked at the heroic, beautiful and arrogant woman in the cloud robe behind the young man with horror.

The empty aura that seemed to be able to see through the void and control the virtual world at will made An Qingru, who was in deep rage at the moment, regain a little rationality, and horror appeared in his furious eyes.

The Void Realm! This woman! She is actually a cultivator at the peak of the Void Realm, at the same level as Su Lishuang, the Junior Official of the Dali Temple!

But after regaining his sanity, An Qingru became even more upset and angry.

Why is it that every time at such a critical moment, there is always a woman by this pretty boy's side to protect him!

Shangguan Yun put his fingers together and turned them into a sword. After glancing around the scene in the room, he heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it’s not too late.

"Aunt Zhuang, you didn't..." The young man looked at the frightened gentle and mature mother in front of him with concern. Just as he was about to speak, he was wrapped in the arms of a soft and mature fragrance, which embraced him in a smooth and soft embrace, making his little face slightly hot.

The boy's slender and tender body was now just like a young seedling, completely wrapped in the smooth and rich milk fragrance of Zhuang Shuxuan's soft and tender body that was ready for childbirth and was like a ripe peach overflowing with honey after breastfeeding three daughters.

“Mmmm? Mmmm?” The young boy’s delicate and tender body suddenly froze in place, at a loss what to do.

However, when he felt the slight trembling of the mature, plump body that was hugging him, he was slightly stunned, and his fingertips loosened Gu Jian Ting Xue. His soft white hands instinctively hugged her plump and soft waist under her silk robe, and he gently buried his little face in her snow-white and fragrant breasts, which were half exposed because the silk robe was open.

She is clearly an alchemist at the third level of the Questioning Void Realm, and a gentle and beautiful mature mother, but in the final analysis, she is still a woman, and a widow who raises three daughters alone.

The light medicinal fragrance is elegant and gentle, mixed with a hint of mature, sweet and greasy female fragrance. It is very gentle and soothing.

This made An Qingru jealous to the point of almost going crazy. He had deliberately planned and even falsified accounts to coerce the widowed mother he wanted to have, but now she threw herself into the arms of the young man, who was his inner demon, in such an intimate manner in front of him.

If it weren't for Lan Yuan standing behind the boy with a sword in hand, he would have killed this boy who was almost becoming his inner demon, regardless of the consequences!

The three Zhuang sisters were all a little surprised when they saw the intimate posture between their beautiful mother and the young boy. However, the eldest and second sister had a hint of ambiguous pink on their faces, while Zhuang Yuyi blushed and stamped her feet in shame.

However, Lan Yuan, looking at the young man's face flushed and he was at a loss as he was hugged by this gentle mature woman, a hint of teasing appeared on her red lips under Qingluan's veil.

You little devil, a nine-tailed fox that has turned into a spirit, now you know how lethal you are to women, right?

"Um...that, Aunt Zhuang?" After a while, Shangguan Yun reminded weakly.

At this moment, Zhuang Shuxuan, who was slow to realize, was shocked to find that this gentle and mature mother had actually hugged this young child in front of her three daughters. Her gentle, soft and scholarly face turned red with shame.

She gathered her silky black hair to hide the shyness in her eyes. Under the teasing and ambiguous gazes of her three daughters, she raised her soft and plump waist and asked shyly and tenderly, "Young Master, why are you here?"

"Ah... I came here to ask Aunt Zhuang to refine some spiritual liquid." Shangguan Yun replied softly, then looked at An Qingru who was standing beside him with an angry look on his face, and frowned slightly.

"However, it seems that I just happened to catch this sticky dog-skin plaster causing trouble."

"Young Master, you don't need to interfere in this matter. I will handle it myself." Zhuang Shuxuan said softly, looking back at An Qingru, the tenderness in her spring eyes turned into coldness.

"An Qingru, please tell your father, the Great Elder, that I, Zhuang Shuxuan, will investigate the whereabouts of the Bi Lingshi. If I cannot find out, I, Zhuang Shuxuan, will use my life savings to make up for the loss of the Dan Sect. If you continue to make things difficult for me, be careful that I will report it to the Sect Master and let her make the decision."

"Hmph, just wait and see!" An Qingru waved his sleeves in anger. He couldn't stay in Danyunfang for even a moment longer. When he saw Shangguan Yun, he felt his nameless anger rising sharply.

"Little waste." He looked down at the boy and sneered.

"Just wait and see. Three days. I will only give you three days. If you can't make up for the loss in three days, I want you, the little loser who repeatedly ruins my plans, to watch how I play with the Zhuang mother and daughter who protected you and then sell them to the Jiaosifang!"

Shangguan Yun looked at him quietly, tapping the hilt of the sword with his fingertips. His pure and dust-free black eyes flashed with a hint of icy light as he considered whether or not to kill the son of the Dan Sect's great elder.

He has a gentle and indifferent temperament, but that doesn't mean he is easy to bully.

It also doesn't mean that he would allow a guy who might cause a series of troubles in the future to slip away after saying harsh words in front of him.

When An Qingru saw the boy's fingertips tapping the hilt of the sword, his pupils suddenly shrank, his heart beat wildly, and his face became extremely ugly.

This little loser actually dared to attack me in public? !

However, the boy's thoughts were slightly soothed when Zhuang Shuxuan's soft and pure hands wearing white silk short gloves gently stroked his hair crown.

He had no scruples in killing this man, but this would inevitably implicate Zhuang's mother and daughter and Aunt Ruan, the leader of the Dan Sect. The disadvantages outweigh the advantages of a momentary pleasure.

"An Qingru, come back in three days. Now, please leave." Zhuang Shuxuan hugged the young man's slender body in her arms and ordered him to leave in a cold voice.

An Qingru was about to say something, but after seeing Lan Yuan behind the young man, his face turned pale. Finally, he angrily waved his sleeves, led the other Danzong disciples, and dragged several guards who were knocked away by Lan Yuan, and left the place in disgrace amid the sighing gazes of the onlookers.

After a while...

Lan Yuan found a soft couch to sit on, took out the Northern Barbarian Horse Wine from the magic ring, poured herself a glass and took a sip.

"Northern Barbarian Horse Wine?" Zhuang Qingni looked at the amber-colored wine and was a little surprised. "Senior, is it the Qingluan female general who returned from the Northern Barbarian State?"

"Oh?" Lan Yuanying raised her eyebrows and glanced at the graceful and tight-fitting woman in green in front of her, "Suzhen's Qingluan Guard?"

"That's right." Zhuang Qingni bowed.

"Come and let me pour you a drink." Lan Yuan handed over a wine bag and chuckled.

"As ordered."

Not far away, Zhuang Yuyi huddled in the arms of her elder sister Zhuang Qingling, letting her elder sister comb her messy hair.

Meanwhile, the four women's beautiful eyes of different colors, some containing shyness, some containing spring, some containing teasing, were vaguely casting their gazes towards the closed alchemy room behind them.

Inside the alchemy room, the atmosphere is tranquil and the aroma of medicine is refreshing.

"Young Master, please have some fragrant tea."

The gentle and beautiful mature mother Zhuang Shuxuan, wearing white silk and with a medicinal fragrance, sat down on her knees in front of the young man. Her mature and beautiful buttocks were like two big balls of fragrant, soft and greasy cream dough, and she trembled as she pressed on her pair of white silk, soft and fragrant feet that were half exposed outside her wide white robe.

"Ah, thank you." Shangguan Yun took off his boots, took the fragrant tea handed to him by the gentle mother, and took a sip.

The fragrant tea is sweet and refreshing, silky and gentle. The melodious tea fragrance, mixed with the refreshing elixir fragrance in the alchemy room, is mixed with a hint of the beautiful mother's ripe and fragrant flesh, and the faint orchid fragrance wafting from her smooth waist-length chestnut hair, which makes this already ambiguous private alchemy room of the mature mother even more charming.

The quiet, elegant and deserted alchemy room. The gentle and mature mother with whom he had just had intimate contact. Under her loose and soft white silk robe, her plump breasts, fragrant buttocks, and her body that was ready for childbirth were like juicy and tender peaches. The atmosphere here was gradually filled with a hint of fragrant ambiguity.

The young man shook his head, shook off all distracting thoughts, and looked back at the gentle and beautiful mature mother in front of him.

"Young Master, you have a lot of things to ask, right?" Zhuang Shuxuan asked softly after sitting down. Her eyes, filled with tender maternal love, were slightly startled when she met the boy's slightly shy gaze.

Then, she became aware of the ambiguous atmosphere here, and her gentle and soft fair face turned a rosy red.

This time... it's not like last time, where they just sat in the alchemy room and discussed alchemy...

Chapter 117: The Widow's Request

As a gentle and beautiful mature widow, Zhuang Shuxuan knew very well that if it were not for her distinguished status as a deacon of the Dan Sect, she would have long been reduced to a mature mother under the feet of others, only knowing how to sway her mature and plump buttocks and allow herself to be ravaged and violated.

Whether in the world of immortal cultivation or in the secular world of dynasties, the title of widow is naturally endowed with a very masculine and bestial aura. If this widow is a gentle and mature mother with sweet breasts, plump buttocks, and a mature body that are so ripe that honey is dripping out, and she has three daughters with different styles.

Zhuang Shuxuan has always been extremely gentle and graceful in her dealings with people and in her interactions with others, just like a lady from a scholarly family, with her every move exuding a gentle and scholarly charm.

Those people, whether they were Danzong's stewards, Danzong's disciples, or even those dynasty officials, appeared to be solemn and polite when facing her, and never showed any offense.

But whenever she turned around, these people would transform into ferocious gray wolves who were drooling over the mature and beautiful white sheep. Their extremely greedy and lustful hot gazes would wantonly fall on her soft and close-fitting white silk robe, which made her mature and tender flesh, as tender and smooth as a meat gourd, appear.

In the life of Danzong, those older generation of Danzong deacons and elders who seemed to be sages often mentioned to her, the gentle and beautiful widow, that they were willing to discuss the knowledge of alchemy with her in depth in the cave, so that her status in Danzong would not be limited to the position of deacon.

If they don't obey... then her three daughters will never be able to stay in Danzong and enjoy the rich resources of Danzong for cultivation.

She was not a wanton woman, nor was she the coquettish and mature woman who would look for a new love after her husband's death. She had always rejected these filthy, greedy and obscene gazes, and those overt and covert threats with a gentle and graceful manner.

Even her everyday clothes were loose, soft and conservative, white, ankle-length, cross-collared silk gowns, paired with a light gauze shawl. In summer, she would wear a breast cup underneath a semi-transparent, thin, icy silk gauze; in winter, she would wear a silk white gauze lining with a milk-scented silk cup embellished with cloud cranes and white peonies to barely cover her honey-scented breasts that had fed her three daughters.

This dignified and conservative silk gown and white veil, as well as the gentle refusal, did indeed put many people off.

However, this also aroused many people's covetousness, especially the elders and leaders of the Dan Sect, whose dissatisfaction with her grew day by day.

Whenever she was active in Danzong with her pair of plump, mature and well-proportioned white silk legs, her sweet and ripe breasts wrapped in light and semi-transparent ice-white gauze and a wide and conservative cross-collar silk robe, and her white silk buttocks that supported the wide and soft silk robe to show an extremely mature and plump childbirth-type outline.

This would cause the Dan Sect disciples to gasp in heat and heavy, and gather greedy and lustful gazes.

Although in front of her, these Danzong disciples and deacons would all act gentle and polite.

But she knew very well that in the eyes of these people, if she were stripped of her identity as a deacon of the Dan Sect, they would rush up without hesitation and press her gentle, mature and beautiful mother under them, tear her loose silk robe into pieces, and ravage this beautiful widow with sweet breasts and plump buttocks in white silk stockings and turn her into a lustful sex slave who only carnivalized.

Therefore, as soon as Danzong was stabilized, she immediately took her three daughters with her and took on the seemingly tough job of being the owner of Danyunfang, and has been raising her three daughters alone ever since then.

It was also because of this that when she first met the young man who saved her daughter, she, the widowed mother, felt emotions other than greedy animal desires and lustful desires for the first time.

Gentle and considerate, those pure and spotless eyes always had a cold and shy look, and never flashed a trace of lust.

Even though... when she was alone with the boy in this secret room many times, she would occasionally unconsciously bend her soft waist in front of him, and her wide and soft silk robe would outline her white silk buttocks, which were as fragrant and plump as a ripe peach, and gently ripple her lips. However, the boy's reaction was to shyly look away.

This, in fact, made this gentle and beautiful widow with white silk stockings, whose heart, which had been dry and silent for a long time and filled with accumulated spring desire, begin to ripple with soft and sweet feelings because of this young man.

This well-behaved and naive young man in white...is much more reliable than those hypocritical people who appear to be righteous.

"So, why did An Qingru come here today?"

Shangguan Yunduan raised his tea and asked curiously, not noticing that the soft and beautiful autumn water eyes of the gentle and mature white silk honey mother in front of him were becoming more and more blurred and intoxicated with the soft peach color, nor did he notice that the faint and soft fragrance in the alchemy room was becoming more and more fragrant and mature.

The young man held the teacup in his small hands and sipped the sweet and gentle tea in the cup: "Well... I heard him say that Aunt Xuan, your Danyunfang has a shortage of 100,000 high-grade spirit stones?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Shuxuan finally came back to her senses from her embarrassing moment. She lifted her hair from her forehead to hide her embarrassment and replied softly, "That's true."

"Young Master, you may not know that the spiritual stones, spiritual medicines, spiritual pills, and spiritual materials earned by Danyunfang in the Great Zhou Dynasty and even in various parts of the Nine Provinces must be handed over to Danzong every six months and included in the sect's treasury, and then allocated by the sect master and the elders of Danzong."

"And every year on the day of auditing, Danzong will send people to check the account books to ensure that no spirit stone is missed."

"My Dan Yun Fang pays about 150,000 high-grade spirit stones to Dan Zong every year, and spiritual materials and medicines are worth 100,000. Every year, there are no omissions. But three days ago, when An Qingru was checking the account book of my Dan Yun Fang, he said that my income was missing a full 100,000 high-grade spirit stones."

"Fake accounts." Shangguan Yun said, "How can the Dan Sect's audit be so frivolous? Doesn't that mean the auditors can fabricate the accounts as they please?"

"That's not the case." Zhuang Shuxuan shook her head gently. "After the verification, the account books will be reviewed by the elders of Dan Sect... the chief elder An Qianzhuo. If there is any fabrication, they will be expelled from the sect."

"That is to say..." The gentle and beautiful widow hugged her pure and tender arms and slightly tilted her dim and soft eyes.

"This account was approved by the Great Elder and An Qianzhuo, so I have no choice but to pay this amount of spiritual stones for now."

"That... is very interesting." Shangguan Yun's eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something.