"wind..."

Ye Feng opened his eyes the moment Xiao Xuan entered.

Their eyes met, and Xiao Xuan was at a loss for words.

"I just came in to see if you've finished refining it yet..."

"Alright, let's go, to your place!"

Although Ye Feng had cleaned the area with his cleaning spell, the pills were of such high grade that they might still have an impact on Xiao Xuan. Besides... she was going to undergo her tribulation tomorrow, so of course she needed to send him off first!

Xiao Xuan had no idea what Ye Feng was refining, and thought he was just making normal pills for Foundation Establishment cultivation.

I thought he was like a sect alchemist, who valued alchemy far more than women.

But things are different now...

Xiao Xuan, her eyes slightly narrowed and her face flushed, had completely forgotten what she wanted to say.

"I can't go on like this, you have to wait for me. I need to regulate my breathing and recover my cultivation..."

Xiao Xuan: ....

Seeing Ye Feng instantly return to his meditative posture, Xiao Xuan couldn't help but feel annoyed.

But at the same time, all the previous troubles disappeared.

Ye Feng's hair was jet black and smooth.

Long eyelashes, high nose bridge...

When meditating with eyes closed, one appears somewhat sacred and solemn.

Who would have thought that he used to be such an irreverent person?

Xiao Xuan just stared at him, mesmerized.

She didn't know when it started, but Xiao Xuan's mood began to fluctuate with Ye Feng's emotions and words.

Listening to him "brag" makes me very happy.

Seeing him silent and serious, I couldn't help but feel annoyed.

If her former senior and junior sisters saw her like this, they would probably be shocked.

If the countless admirers and secret fans knew, they would probably go crazy.

In the eyes of countless people, Qingxuan Saintess Xiao Xuan was so sacred, so calm, and so dignified.

However, in Ye Feng's eyes, she was just an older sister, someone who comforted him when he was down...

Xiao Xuan's expression changed upon thinking of this.

I don't think I've told him about the Illusion Sword yet.

Every so often, one's appearance and even body will change.

What if I turn into an ugly old woman next time?

Although Xiao Xuan's figure has changed, she has never looked older than 45, but that's not entirely certain...

Thinking of this, she unconsciously took out a mirror.

Since her appearance changed, she has never seen herself looking like this.

"This is...."

In the mirror, an extremely ordinary face was reflected.

It looks like he's at least thirty-eight or thirty-nine, if not forty-five for an ordinary person.

Is this what Ye Feng likes? Or...?

Xiao Xuan reached out and measured her chest.

I remember I should be... this age... not too far off, right?

Its appearance changes every now and then, and Xiao Xuan can't help but feel anxious.

I wonder if Ye Feng will be angry if he finds out about this...

Just then, Ye Feng opened his eyes.

"Alright! Let's continue!"

"Wind... I have something I want to tell you..."

Seeing Xiao Xuan's expression, Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat. He hoped she wouldn't give him any trouble, as he still had to undergo tribulation afterward.

"...Okay, perfect timing. I also have something I want to tell you. It's still early before dawn, let's talk slowly!"

...

"Um... if I heard correctly, you mean you change your appearance every month or every few months, and even your body changes?"

Ye Feng's face turned serious as he looked intently into Xiao Xuan's eyes.

Xiao Xuan nodded, feeling somewhat suppressed. Her body unconsciously tried to move closer to Ye Feng, but Ye Feng cupped her face in his hands.

"You...you won't turn into a man, will you?"

"No, she'll just become another woman."

"oh..."

Ye Feng pulled Xiao Xuan into his arms again, and where she couldn't see, the expression on his face was incredibly complex.

"That's really... too difficult, not being able to make any friends."

"Yeah, that's how it was when I was a kid. I'd finally make some friends, but then I'd change, and they wouldn't recognize me. Even if I used a magical artifact to turn back, people would still look at me strangely..."

"Sigh... Don't be sad, I don't mind, not at all. No matter what you become, I'll still love you!"

"This story begins two hundred years ago..."

Xiao Xuan's voice was hesitant, but encouraged by Ye Feng's embrace, she recounted the story in detail.

Two hundred years ago, several young people from the Hunyuan Sect ventured together into the Misty Forest outside the Demon-Controlling Pass.

They accidentally stumbled into a secret realm, where the then-holy son of the Heavenly Sword Sect also arrived.

Finally, the group cleared the secret realm and obtained its hidden treasures.

One of the small swords was a magical artifact!

Ye Feng: ...! Comparison is the thief of joy.

However, this spirit-communicating sword is currently undergoing repairs, and its spirit has separated.

The blade was obtained by Jun Qianshang, the holy son of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

However, the sword spirit was obtained by Xiao Xuan's mother, Yang Xueling.

This matter should have ended there; everyone could have gone home and found their own mothers...

However, when Jun Qianshang returned home, he discovered that the sword was actually a magical artifact.

It's important to understand that even for a top sect, a spirit-communicating magic weapon is a powerful treasure.

Then, the Heavenly Sword Sect approached the Primordial Chaos Sect.

Although the sword spirit did not recognize a master, it entered Yang Xueling's body and could not be removed.

Ultimately, the matter was dropped, but the friendship between the two groups only grew stronger in the years that followed.

Many Nascent Soul cultivators in the Hunyuan Sect owed favors.

Later, the Heavenly Sword Sect learned from somewhere that as long as the Thousand Swords recognized its master and mated with the sword spirit host, it could attract the sword spirit and unite the two. Thus, another round of negotiations began.

However, Yang Xueling already had someone else in her life, so the matter naturally couldn't be settled.

Until Xiao Xuan was born... the spirit of the Thousand Swords actually transferred from the mother's body to her daughter...

Thus, there was hope again for the fusion of sword and spirit.

This time, the Heavenly Sword Sect settled the matter by offering a golden fruit tree and a spiritual treasure, thus arranging Xiao Xuan's betrothal...

Although the price couldn't compare to that of a magical artifact, the Illusion Sword hadn't bound itself to a master, and its main function was merely to change its form. Furthermore, the involvement of numerous sect elders ensured the matter was settled smoothly.

Moreover, the golden fruit tree was transplanted to the Hunyuan Sect several years ago.

Hearing this, Ye Feng felt a mix of emotions.

Damn it, he actually sold my wife! I should have robbed the Holy Son of the Hunyuan Sect first.

But this magical artifact—the Thousand Illusion Sword… a thousand swords, an illusion sword?

Could it be?

"Will you...dislike me?"

After telling her so much, Xiao Xuan felt much better, but Ye Feng remained silent, which made her uneasy again.

"No, no... Actually, I've been hiding something from you too."

"Is this related to your other Daoist partner?"

After sharing her thoughts, Xiao Xuan's tone returned to its playful self.

"Uh...no, it's something else...I was short of money before...so I did a part-time job collecting tolls for a few days..."

...

As Ye Feng spoke, Xiao Xuan's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

One man against a thousand! He robbed the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect and ordinary disciples of the Hunyuan Sect...

"So, you're at the peak of Foundation Establishment now? And you've even defeated many peak-level demonic sons?"

In the previous level, although Ye Feng defeated the Golden Core Demon Serpent, Xiao Xuan did not see him take out the Golden Core and always thought it was a fake core demon beast like the ones outside.

"Yes, uh... that's not the important thing... the key thing is, I also... picked up a sword!"

A sword!

A small sword, barely an inch long, floated quietly in Ye Feng's palm!