Fairy, please don't do this!

However, for the sword bone to be fully formed, it needs to be nourished by a large amount of spiritual resources from heaven and earth.

According to the original storyline, just as the sword bone was taking shape, it was falsely accused by its cousin Lin Wushuang of colluding with the demonic path and then forcibly taken away.

If it weren't for Gu Jinzhao's timely rescue, she would probably have perished.

We must get to the Lin family as soon as possible.

Gu Jinzhao spurred his horse and galloped away, thinking to himself.

Although it has been confirmed that Mu Yiren is a second-time player, whether Lin Qingci is also a second-time player remains to be seen.

If it's not a second playthrough, then naturally we have to proceed according to the original plan.

The affair with Mu Yiren is irreversible; he absolutely cannot allow any other female lead to develop feelings for him.

If feelings have already developed, one should not allow them to develop into romantic love.

Lin Qingci's feelings for him began with the kindness of saving her when they first met.

Afterwards, he took her back to the Qingyun Sect. Because her body was weak after her sword bone was taken away, he became a warm-hearted man and took good care of her.

In this meticulous care, goodwill gradually turned into liking, and liking eventually turned into love.

As long as the sword bone is preserved, there is no need for him to take care of it day and night, and this affection will naturally not grow.

Gu Jinzhao sighed softly: "It's a pity that my cultivation level is only at the early stage of the eighth rank, not yet at the seventh rank, so I can't fly on a sword."

The cultivation world is divided into two major systems: Divine and Martial. The realms progress gradually from the ninth rank to the first rank, with the highest rank being the Transcendent rank.

Each item is further divided into early stage, middle stage, late stage, and perfect stage!

The way of the gods cultivates the spirit and soul; the way of martial arts cultivates the body and spirit.

He is a sword cultivator of the Qingyun Sect, which also falls under the category of divine path.

……

After three days and nights of travel, they finally arrived at the territory of Cangxing City at dawn.

As far as the eye can see, there is a snow-covered mountain range that stretches for hundreds of miles.

"Beyond the Moonshade Mountains lies Cangxing City."

"If we enter the city before dusk, we can stop Lin Wushuang from taking the bone!"

While looking at the map, Gu Jinzhao ate some dry food and fed the calico cat, who was snuggling in his arms for warmth, a few pieces of dried meat.

Just as they were about to continue their journey, a soft, feminine voice suddenly rang out, accompanied by a swirling pink mist.

"What a handsome young man! Would you be willing to spend the night with me?"

Who is blocking the way?

Gu Jinzhao's body was enveloped in crimson light. The moment he pulled on the reins, he suddenly flicked his sleeve.

In an instant, the fog dissipated, and a figure floated to the front of the horse like a ghost.

The newcomer was dressed in a pink gauze robe, his chest half-exposed, and a golden bell jingled on his wrist.

Her face was delicate and alluring, with blood-red lips, yet her Adam's apple was prominent, making it difficult to discern her gender.

The calico cat swallowed the jerky, then blinked its bright eyes and curiously examined the cat: "Young master, is this a man or a woman?"

"A transvestite from the Hehuan Sect!"

Gu Jinzhao's spiritual power surged, and his right hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

The Demonic Path has one main sect and three branches: the Underworld God Sect, the Corpse Immortal Sect, the Blood River Sect, and the Joyful Union Sect.

Compared to the other three factions, the people of the Hehuan Sect are the most disgusting.

Because his disciples practiced the "Yin Yang Harmony Scripture," which involved absorbing Yin and Yang and reversing the Five Elements.

Therefore, male cultivators gradually began to show feminine features, while female cultivators gradually developed masculine traits.

Once the cultivation is fully mastered, one will become a dual-body cultivator capable of being both male and female.

The man in front of me still had his Adam's apple and his chest hadn't developed yet, clearly indicating that he hadn't even mastered the initial stages of his cultivation technique.

The calico cat asked, puzzled, "What is a transvestite?"

Gu Jinzhao said indifferently, "Neither male nor female!"

"Young master, are you going to fight me?"

The enchantress narrowed her eyes and spoke in a delicate voice, her fingers twirling like orchids.

Gu Jinzhao was too lazy to waste words. He drew his longsword with a clang, and a burst of blazing white light erupted, like the sun falling into dust.

The steed beneath him reared up in alarm, its mane gleaming with golden light in the ripples of air.

Although he was only at the early stage of the eighth rank, the Pure Yang Sword Technique he cultivated was extremely powerful and yang, making it a deadly weapon in the early stages of the game.

Although the sword technique is named Pure Yang, it is not incapable of breaking through the body. However, before cultivation, one must intercept a wisp of pure Yang energy and continuously refine it in order to condense the pure Yang sword intent.

"A sword cultivator at the early stage of the eighth rank?"

Sensing the scorching sword intent, the demon retreated hastily, shaking his golden bell and scattering a cloud of pink mist.

Suddenly, a scene of wine and meat appeared in the mist, and eight beautiful, naked women danced gracefully, seducing him with alluring poses.

"Young master, come and have some fun!"

"This humble servant awaits your tenderness..."

The seductive music lingered in his ears, but Gu Jinchao coldly snorted: "My heart is like iron, unbreakable. How could I be bewitched by you?"

He leaped into the air on his horse and slashed horizontally with his sword.

Where the sword intent passed, the weeds were burned to ashes, and the pink mist dissipated like snow meeting boiling water.

"Do not--!"

Before the demon's shrill scream could even finish, his head had already fallen to the ground.

As hot blood splattered, Gu Jinchao landed steadily on his horse, sheathed his sword, and galloped away with fluid, graceful movements.

As a seasoned player who has completed all five pure love routes, this kind of battle has been honed through countless trials.

Ding-a-ling— Ding-a-ling—

Two hours later, after traveling deep into the mountains and forests, they heard the sound of the acacia bells again.

"What a handsome young man! Would you be willing to become my intimate companion?"

The demon responded with a blazing sword intent.

After slaying two demons, Gu Jinzhao rushed towards the exit of the mountain forest without stopping.

Unexpectedly, a third figure blocked the way.

"What a handsome little..."

"Whoosh—Die!"

The True Yang Sword Intent, brimming with fury, roared forth.

By the time Gu Jinchao rushed out of the mountains and arrived at the gate of Cangxing City, the sun had already set behind the western mountains.

Encountering three sorcerers from the Hehuan Sect in succession, all within the Moon Shadow Mountains, was certainly no coincidence.

The reason for his trip was that a large dungeon called "True Yang Sword Palace" was hidden in the Moonshade Mountains.

The True Yang Sword Palace offers many opportunities, but the most precious is the semi-immortal artifact, [Crimson Sky].

This sword is ridiculously powerful in the game. It not only increases Yang attribute by 100 points, but also increases Yang attribute damage by 60%, making it a nemesis of magic.

Speaking of which, the Qingyun Sect elder who left behind the "Pure Yang Sword Manual" had quite a connection with this sect.

However, to enter this secret realm, one needs a pass, namely the jade token that once belonged to a disciple of the True Yang Sword Palace.

"If I remember correctly, the Lin family has a jade token that allows passage."

While Gu Jinzhao was deep in thought, he had already passed through the city gate checkpoint.

Before long, he reined in his horse and stopped, looking up at the scene.

The vermilion gate is over three zhang tall, flanked by stone lions with glaring eyes, and above the gate hangs a plaque with black background and gold characters—Lin Clan Ancestral Hall!

Chapter 7, In this life, my senior brother can only belong to me!

Four days ago, several members of the Lin family died tragically, all of them having lost all their vital essence and blood, turning into mummified corpses.

The patriarch, Lin Tiannan, was furious and summoned the clan's elite forces overnight to thoroughly investigate the matter.

On this day, the truth finally came to light: it turned out that Lin Qingci, the daughter of the former head of the family, had been secretly practicing demonic arts, using the blood essence of living people as sacrifices.

Despite his regret, Lin Tiannan decided to uphold justice and execute Lin Qingci the next day to rectify the family's conduct and appease the family members who died unjustly.

At this moment, deep within the dungeon.

A beam of pale moonlight slanted down from the high window, illuminating her beautiful yet pale face.

Lin Qingci sat quietly on the edge of the stone bed, the iron chains on her wrists were icy cold, but she didn't care. She just stared blankly at the mottled wall, her expression dazed, as if she were in a dream.

Suddenly, the cell door opened, and a woman in a red dress slowly entered.

"I never imagined that the once proud daughter of heaven would become a prisoner."

Seeing her like this, Lin Wushuang's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Looking like this, you truly are pitiful to behold~"

Lin Qingci glanced at her indifferently: "You're jealous of me."

Why would I be jealous of you?

"You're jealous that I possess sword bones and that my talent for cultivation is greater than yours."

Lin Wushuang smiled, but the smile was chilling: "I am indeed jealous of you."

“Before, I was the most dazzling genius in the Lin family, but everything changed after I discovered that you possessed the Sword Bone.”

She paused slightly, a ruthless glint in her eyes: "But it doesn't matter, all of this is ultimately for my benefit."

"After today, you, the pride of heaven, will lose everything."

"Even after death, they will still bear the stigma of being a 'heretical cultivator'."

Lin Qingci gently shook her head: "I will not die."

"Does someone really think they'll come to rescue you?"

Lin Wushuang chuckled, took out a dagger, walked behind her, made a hand seal, and touched her slender, jade-like back.

hum-

Between the butterfly-wing-like shoulder blades, veins intersect, resembling a small sword.

This is clearly a fully formed sword bone!

As long as it is extracted and transplanted into her own body using a secret method, Lin Wushuang can replace Lin Qingci and become the innate sword body.

puff!

Thinking of this, she plunged the dagger into her spine without hesitation, and blood instantly soaked through her green silk skirt.

A sharp, excruciating pain shot through her bones, and Lin Qingci let out a muffled groan, her delicate body trembling slightly.

As for the sword bone, it was originally hers, and she could take it back in the future if she wanted to.

Even after Lin Wushuang murdered her clansmen and falsely accused her of practicing demonic arts, she had many ways to prove her innocence.

But she didn't do that!

Only by losing her sword bones and becoming weak and frail would her senior brother stay by her side and take good care of her.

The dagger slowly scraped along the outline of the sword bone, and bright red blood gushed out, blurring the originally fair skin and gradually revealing the stark white bones.

Lin Qingci bit her lower lip tightly, her face growing paler, but she didn't utter a single groan.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Lin Wushuang felt even more delighted: "As long as you beg me, I will seal your five senses and spare you from this excruciating pain."

She couldn't wait to see this usually aloof woman bow down and beg for mercy from her.

However, Lin Qingci kept her lips tightly pressed together, her eyes filled with indescribable complex emotions, like resentment and sorrow, like a withered flower stained with blood.

'In this life, my senior brother can only belong to me; no one can take him away!'