First Immortal of the Sword

Elder Shui bowed in greeting. “My lord, King Yong has consigned his son, Xia Jingyu, to the family dungeons and ordered that he is not to be released for three years. Furthermore, King Yong hopes for an opportunity to apologize in person.”

The cloth-robed middle-aged man furrowed his brow and snorted coldly. “Xia Jingyu is a scion of the imperial clan, yet he consorted with the nefarious evildoers of Heavenly Annihilation Demonic Gate. Does King Yong truly plan to punish him so lightly?”

He turned and said, “Old dog, go tell King Yong how I feel about the matter. If he doesn’t understand what he should do, help him understand.”

Before his voice even finished reverberating through the air, he disappeared into the darkness.

“Yes, sir!” Elder Shui bowed and acknowledged his orders.

That night at King Yong’s estate, Xia Jingyu was crippled and reduced to an ordinary mortal, while his entire cohort was put to death.

However, the king’s estate kept the incident under wraps; outsiders had no way of finding out about it.

What did it mean to have power and influence? This was both.

……

Azurecloud Court.

A lush forest of cultivated bamboo, gazebos and pavilions, and a flowing stream of blue-green water.

The scattered jade halls had an ancient air about them. They were simple, but well-made and elegant.

Red lanterns hung high in the night sky, clearly demarcating light and shadow. The courtyard was calm and tranquil.

All that aside, Azurecloud Court had an elegant private room for silent cultivation, a jade terrace for enjoying tea and admiring the view, and rooms for refining pills and artifacts…

From the layout to the decorations and facilities, everything was elegant and extraordinary.

Even the fish raised in the lotus pond were rare, colorful spirit carp. Every fish was worth ten tier-five spirit stones, but whole schools of them darted about the pond.

In summary, every detail of Azurecloud Court, from the buildings down to the smallest flower and blade of grass, was original and ingenious, with the type of elegant air that only time could give a place.

On Azure Dragon Lane, every square inch of land was precious. Furthermore, the residence neighbored Vermillion Bird Avenue, and it covered around fifteen acres!

To the side of the residence was Goldenscale Lake, a place famed throughout Nine Tripod City. It was a top-class treasure ground, and its presence meant that the origin energy of heaven and earth was far denser on Azure Dragon Lane than just about anywhere else.

“This place isn’t bad.” Su Yi nodded. When they arrived at Azurecloud Court, he entrusted Yue Shichan to Bai Wenqing, who got her settled down in the room they’d prepared for her.

He planned to expel the Shamanic Venom Devilworm from his body once he’d recovered his energy.

“Senior Su, when I went to Cloudmarsh Tower today…” Bai Wenqing went on to describe everything that had happened. Then, she returned the jade sparrow pendant to Su Yi.

“That Tang Jiansen dared set his sights on you? He simply deserves death!” said Yuan Heng.

His anger warmed Bai Wenqing’s heart, and she said gently, “Big Brother Yuan Heng, you don’t have to worry. Tang Jiansen has already been punished accordingly. Right, where did you and Senior Su go today?”

Yuan Heng was instantly guilty. He stammered, “That… um… well… it’s a long story. I’ll tell you later, when I have the spare time.”

Su Yi glanced at him contemptuously. All we did was visit a brothel. What’s there to feel so awkward about?

“You two should go to bed early too,” said Su Yi. He was already headed to the pavilion in which he’d taken up residence.

On the way, he brushed his fingertips against the dragon sparrow jade pendant in his palm. Inwardly, he felt a bit strange. Hua Xinfeng’s status isn’t simple!

The cost of living in Nine Tripod City was extraordinarily high. Ordinary cultivators couldn’t even dream of owning a tiny plot of land or even modest shelter from the wind and rain.

If you weren’t a top faction of Nine Tripod City, you could forget about purchasing a residence on Azure Dragon Lane, where Azurecloud Court was located. Even if someone else had the money, it was hopeless!

Yet now, based on nothing but a jade pendant, Cloudmarsh Tower arranged a residence like this for them. How could Hua Xinfeng’s background possibly be simple?

But that wasn’t all; Cloudmarsh Tower had even gone so far as to teach Tang Jiansen, the scion of a prominent clan, a brutal lesson all on account of the jade pendant. 

All of this was sufficient to prove just how mighty the force behind Hua Xinfeng was. 

Of course, Su Yi didn’t care about that.

He was simply analyzing what had happened, and the conclusion he reached involved both the jade pendant and Weng Jiu’s master.

Weng Jiu’s master is sure to come knocking on my door. When the time comes, I can just ask him, thought Su Yi. He put away the pendant, then walked into his room.

Yue Shichan lay silently on the bed, her eyes closed. She was unconscious, but her picture-perfect face was pallid.

She was a pitiful sight, and Su Yi couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.

When he thought back to their time in the Great Zhou, the Featherflow King Yue Shichan was a legend of the younger generation, a lady immortal in the heart of countless martial artists.

She dressed in white, with a sword strapped to her back. She was a picturesque beauty with a clear, resolute sword heart, and she was accustomed to traveling alone, arriving and disappearing in a flash.

Of all the good seedlings Su Yi had encountered in the Great Zhou, he admired her the most. She had a Profound Illumination Spiritual Body and extraordinary aptitude. Her talent to and devotion for the Dao of the Sword far surpassed her peers.

Unlike the Little Sword Demon Wen Xinzhao, Yue Shichan’s temperament was reserved and aloof, and she was staunchly opinionated. She was stubborn and strong-minded.

Wen Xinzhao was far more outgoing, with a natural, unrestrained and graceful air about her.

Both women were fixated on their swordsmanship, and both were top beauties of their generation. Su Yi admired them both; it was just that they had opposite personalities and starkly different charms.

Plum blossoms and chrysanthemums were each beautiful in their own way.

Su Yi wouldn’t have guessed that someone like Yue Shichan would have such a close brush with calamity so soon after he arrived in Nine Tripod City!

He stared at her, silent and intent, before extending his hand and lifting the covers, revealing her slender, graceful figure.

Then, he paused to think for a moment before deciding to have Qing Wan strip off her outerwear on his behalf.

Whoosh!

Qing Wan floated out of the gourd in her fiery red dress. Her skin was snowy and lustrous, and her big, bright eyes were like twin moons.

After overcoming that strange, unparalleled tribulation of metamorphosis, she was now a true cultivator. When she stood there, she was a vivid example of what it meant to be a living work of art or a feast for the eyes. 

Who knows what she was thinking about, but when she learned that Su Yi wanted her to remove Yue Shichan’s clothes, her beautiful face flushed red. She lowered her head bashfully and stammered, “Master, you… Are you two going to… d-dual… dual cultivate?

“.....” After a brief silence, Su Yi said irritably, “What do you spend all day your time thinking about? Besides, even if I wanted to dual cultivate, why would I need your help to take off her clothes?”

“Uh…” Qing Wan was instantly sheepish and embarrassed.

“Be quick about it; I’m about to neutralize her poison,” ordered Su Yi. “Right, you don’t have to strip her completely. Leave her undergarments.”

However, his gaze never left Yue Shichan, with no awareness that some things were not meant for his eyes.

This was his room; he naturally wouldn’t leave just to avoid suspicion.

Besides, in a moment, he’d treat Yue Shichan’s poison personally. Seeing things he shouldn’t see and touching things he shouldn’t touch was unavoidable.

Qing Wan dared not hesitate, so she got right to it. 

Yue Shichan had few adornments—white clothing, a golden belt, a yellow-skinned gourd, and a red string tied to her wrist. 

After taking all that off, all that remained to cover her chest was a blue bodice and a pair of underwear.

Beneath the lamplight, her snowy arms and long, ivory legs shone with gentle and enticing luster. Her figure was truly exceptional; jade-like skin, thin but not bony, well-formed shoulders, a narrow waist, and a perky chest difficult to disguise even though it was covered. 

She lay there silently, like an immortal beauty in repose, impossible to imitate.

Even Qing Wan couldn’t help but gently pinch Yue Shichan’s cheeks and sigh, “This older sister isn’t just astonishingly beautiful; even her skin is so smooth and soft. She’s just too good-looking!”

Su Yi walked up and said, “Hold down her legs.”

Qing Wan hurriedly did as she was told. Her legs are so soft and elastic. They feel great to touch!

Su Yi took a deep breath, his gaze clear and serious as he gently pressed his hand on Yue Shichan’s snow-white stomach.

Threads of spiritual power surged from fingers and into her body.

The Shamanic Venom Devilworm was a living thing, but it was extremely vicious and insidious. There was only one way to get rid of it: he had to convert his origin power into threads to form a Parasite Expelling Edict. It would firmly bind the devilworm, then strangle it to death.

Only then could he remove it from Yue Shichan’s body.

However, with Su Yi’s current cultivation, he’d have to spend about ten minutes a day for several days to fully end the parasite. 

This was what made Shamanic Venom Devilworms so insidious. Ordinary cultivators couldn’t possibly free themselves from the parasite’s control.

Yue Shichan’s delicate frame suddenly trembled violently. Qing Wan hurriedly pushed down hard on her legs.

Upon closer inspection, agony arose on Yue Shichan’s beautiful, melon-seed face. Her shiny, full lips parted slightly, and her breathing sped up as she moaned.

When Qing Wan heard this, her face inexplicably reddened, and she felt awkward and ashamed. The moans were like flute music—first hurried, then mellow…

What man could bear this?

Qing Wan snuck a glance at Su Yi, only to discover that he was completely focused, and his gaze was clear. It was as if he didn’t even notice the moaning.

Master’s concentration really is incredible! Qing Wan exclaimed to herself.

Although she didn’t know it, when he first heard Yue Shichan moan, Su Yi’s heart shook too, and for a moment, he almost lost control of his origin power threads.

Fortunately, he’d already cooked who knew how much rice, and he knew his way around the bedroom, so he quickly and effortlessly cast aside his distracting thoughts. His mind was clear once more.

Time slipped by.

Yue Shichan’s snowy, delicate frame trembled with increasing intensity. Her breathing was hurried, and she was drenched in sweat. Her snowy, lustrous skin flushed pink, and her few remaining clothes were drenched in sweat, outlining her enticing curves.

She was obviously in agony, and she moaned continuously.

Qing Wan’s heart ached just watching this. From time to time, she gently wiped away Yue Shichan’s sweat.

A little less than ten minutes later.

Su Yi withdrew the hand he’d placed on Yue Shichan’s abdomen and let out a breath of turbid air. There was a hint of exhaustion on his brow.

He’d just used his origin power to make threads and create a Parasite Expelling Edict in Yue Shichan’s body. The resulting expenditure was no different from having just overcome a grand battle.

It had been extremely mentally taxing, but fortunately, he successfully finished the edict and trapped the Shamanic Venom Devilworm. Over the next few days, all he had to do was refine it once a day. In less than seven days, he’d exterminate the parasite completely!

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