Chapter 50: A lone man and woman in a room; he was practically pressed against his junior sister's face...

Male...Mom?

Jun Lintian, wearing a bamboo hat, stood frozen in place, as if struck by an invisible bolt of lightning, his mind buzzing.

He, the chief disciple of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, a role model for the younger generation, a genius in swordsmanship, how did he become... a domestic and loving male mother in Rong Yan's mouth?

This title is truly outrageous, carrying a bizarre feeling of uprooting his centuries-old aloof image and then throwing it back into the mundane world for repeated reheating.

However, just as this absurd thought was swirling in his mind, another, more subtle voice, like a tender bud breaking through the soil in early spring, quietly emerged in his heart:

If the object is a junior female student... it seems... it's not entirely unacceptable?

The moment the thought crossed Jun Lintian's mind, he realized it was absurd and instinctively tried to suppress it.

But at that very moment, an image flashed uncontrollably through my mind.

A small, light blue figure sat in the bustling city, surrounded by all sorts of sweet soups. She drank them quietly, sipping them slowly.

He couldn't see the look in her eyes, but he felt that she exuded a loneliness that was completely out of place with the lively atmosphere around her.

Like a kitten soaked in the rain, yet still obediently licking its own fur, trying its best to soothe itself and not let anyone worry.

The scene looks warm and lovely, but somehow it has a sharp, unsettling feeling.

It was just a light prick, yet it left a barely perceptible, lingering sourness.

The awkwardness that arose in my heart because of the "male mother" was strangely completely washed away by this sudden feeling of pity.

Jun Lintian lowered his eyelashes, the thin veil concealing his complex expression, only a barely audible whisper escaping his lips:

"...It's not impossible."

Rong Yan didn't hear clearly: "Huh? What did you say?"

"……nothing."

Jun Lintian quickly composed himself and forced himself to focus on the "serious matter."

As the moon rose above the willow branches, two figures, relying on their superb concealment techniques, silently infiltrated the Sword Sect's territory, like fish swimming in a lake.

"Can you sense where my junior sister is?"

Jun Lintian asked telepathically, his tone carrying a barely perceptible urgency.

Rong Yan closed her eyes and concentrated, a wisp of extremely faint spiritual energy lingering at her fingertips for a moment, and then affirmed, "In the direction of the main peak."

Jun Lintian was slightly surprised: "How can you be so sure?"

His heart sank. His first thought was that Rong Yan might have already placed some kind of tracking mark on his junior sister.

Given Rong Yan's usually impulsive and seemingly simple-minded nature, she shouldn't have done such a thing.

My junior sister is so pure-hearted; she should grow freely like a wild grass and should not be ensnared by any form of dark surveillance.

What she needs to grow is sunshine and rain, not shackles in the name of love.

His expression turned serious, and his tone became somewhat admonishing: "Rong Yan, your junior sister is getting older, and she has her own destiny and space."

"As her seniors, it's fine for us to care for her, but we shouldn't use such... underhanded methods to spy on her."

Rong Yan was focused on sensing her location when she heard this and suddenly opened her peach blossom eyes, which were filled with disbelief and astonishment. Her voice rose slightly, but fortunately she remembered that she was lying in wait and suppressed it: "What did you say? Dark methods? Me?"

"Jun Lintian, are you seriously stupid?!"

"We're doing this to prevent our innocent and adorable junior sister from being kidnapped by those treacherous weirdos from the Sword Sect!"

"We're on our junior sister's side! We're doing this for her own good!"

"No matter how good it is for her, she shouldn't be spying on him."

Jun Lintian persisted, his brows furrowed.

"What do you mean by surveillance?!" Rong Yan stomped her foot angrily. "What are you even talking about?!"

Jun Lintian paused for a moment, realizing that he was just being overly concerned: "I originally thought that you had cast some kind of tracking spell on Shi Liuying."

Rong Yan shook her head and explained, "Of course that's impossible! I was able to sense her approximate location because I gave her her natal sword called 'Bu Ling'!"

She paused, then continued, "I was there when this sword was forged. I found all the materials that were put into the furnace, and I watched over the furnace. So, I developed a very faint connection with the sword, which was only enough to tell me the direction."

"I see."

Jun Lintian breathed a sigh of relief, his tense expression easing. He had misunderstood. "Then... could you sense how Junior Sister is doing right now?"

Rong Yan rolled her eyes at him and said irritably, "No!"

I'm not some perverted voyeur with a strong urge to pry into things; I can only vaguely sense the direction!

Rong Yan was about to leave when she seemed to suddenly sense something. A strange expression appeared on her face, and she added, "However... although I can't see through my junior sister, when I sensed that sword just now, for some reason, I felt... like I was sitting on pins and needles."

Jun Lintian's heart jumped: "What do you mean?"

Rong Yan wrinkled her delicate nose and tried to describe it: "It's like... it's like we're not spying on others, but rather I'm being stared at by something extremely focused and intensely passionate."

Rong Yan touched her arm. She had been away from that sticky gaze for a while now because of her junior sister.

She shuddered and shook her head: "This kind of spying makes me feel extremely uncomfortable!"

Jun Lintian: "You sensed the sword, and the sword belongs to my junior sister..."

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the same surprise and disbelief in each other's eyes.

not good!

It's not that they're spying on us, it's that our junior sister might be being monitored!

"Hurry to the main peak!"

Without hesitation, Jun Lintian disregarded the possibility of alerting the enemy by concealing their movements. Together with Rong Yan, they unleashed their full potential, speeding towards the main peak of the Sword Sect like two wisps of smoke.

Meanwhile, at the main peak of the Sword Sect, inside a cave dwelling with extremely luxurious and comfortable furnishings.

"Little firefly, are you satisfied with this cave dwelling?"

Zhan Cangqiong stroked his beard, a broad smile on his face, and pointed to the furnishings inside the cave: "This white jade bed is made of ten-thousand-year-old warm jade, which has the effect of calming the mind and spirit."

"The books on this shelf are all cultivation insights from the Sword Sect's predecessors."

"And there's the spiritual spring outside the window; soaking in it daily can temper your muscles and bones..."

He introduced the place with great enthusiasm, describing everything inside the cave as exquisite, luxurious, and full of spiritual energy.

In particular, the spacious sword-training area that was specially opened up and paved with hard black iron stone was especially loved by Shi Liuying.

Zhan Cangqiong observed her expression and saw her eyes light up. He was secretly pleased and then casually added, "This cave is very close to your Senior Brother Shen's residence. If you have any questions about cultivation in the future, don't hesitate to go and find him."

As he spoke, he secretly nudged Shen Yubai, who stood beside him like an ice sculpture, with his elbow, transmitting his voice with a hint of exasperation: 'You brat! Stop wearing that icy face! I know you're usually most impatient with female cultivators, but this is different.'

He raised his hand, his eyebrows and mustache gesturing animatedly, indicating: "You need to get enthusiastic!"

However, when he turned around to give his disciple a few more instructions, he was surprised to find that his disciple, who usually wouldn't even give him, his master, a single expression, was now wearing a faint, warm, and gentle smile.

Startled, Zhan Cangqiong's hand trembled, and he accidentally ripped out two of his precious beard hairs, causing him to grimace in pain.

Shen Yubai's gaze had been fixed almost constantly on Shi Liuying's direction ever since he entered the cave.

His voice remained flat, yet carried an indescribable focus: "She... is naturally different."

Zhan Cangqiong was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. He patted Chen Yubai's shoulder repeatedly with such force that it seemed he was about to smash two oxen to death with his bare hands: "Good, good, good! Good! Seeing you two, brother and sister, getting along so well, I'm relieved!"

He then stared intently at Shi Liuying's retreating figure, who was beaming with joy at the sight of the sword-training arena. His tone was resolute, as if making a vow, "This once-in-a-millennium sword-cultivation genius, our Sword Sect must keep him here!"

Shen Yubai's gaze remained fixed on him, and upon hearing this, he nodded solemnly and firmly.

Zhan Cangqiong was satisfied. After giving a few more instructions, he left with a smile, leaving the space to the two "kindred spirits" of a young man.

Only Shi Liuying and Shen Yubai remained in the cave.

Shen Yubai's gaze, from beginning to end, was precisely fixed on the long sword with the cyan scabbard in Shi Liuying's hand.

From the moment the sword was drawn from its sheath on the arena, his eyes were glued to it.

He stepped forward, his voice deliberately slowed and somewhat low: "Junior Sister."

Shi Liuying was lovingly stroking her spirit-binding sword when she heard this. She looked up, her eyes clear: "Senior Brother Chen?"

"May I... borrow your sword for a look?" Shen Yubai's amber eyes shone with the light of a devout believer seeing a sacred object.

Shi Liuying generously handed over the sword, her tone tinged with a hint of pride: "Here you go. This is my natal sword, forged with the help of Senior Sister Rong Yan. She's an incredibly powerful ghost!"

Shen Yubai carefully took the sword, as if holding a priceless treasure.

He gently placed the sword on the stone table in the room and sat down opposite Shi Liuying.

The two sword-wielding geniuses then discussed, using the sword as a springboard, the rare spiritual pearl embedded in the hilt that could accelerate the flow of spiritual energy, and the special materials incorporated into the forging of the blade.

From the ancient and mysterious patterns on the scabbard, one can explore the awe-inspiring power contained within the sword itself, which is completely different from any sword intent he has ever seen.

Praising someone's natal sword is the highest form of etiquette among sword cultivators.

Shen Yu doesn't talk much, but every time he speaks, he hits the nail on the head, demonstrating extremely high swordsmanship skills.

It was rare for Shi Liuying to find a kindred spirit with whom she shared such a deep understanding of the "sword" itself.

The two became more and more engrossed in their conversation, and before they knew it, they were so close that their heads were almost touching, and they could hear each other breathing, as they were examining a tiny array pattern on the sword together.

Meanwhile, outside the cave, Jun Lintian and Rong Yan, using high-level concealment talismans and their own cultivation, evaded several patrolling disciples and finally reached the cave window. They caught a glimpse of the incredibly intimate scene inside the cave, where the two were "head to head".

The moonlight was cold and clear, the night was deep and dark, and there was no one around. A lone man and a lone woman were alone in a room, and they were standing so close together!

Jun Lintian felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and all those thoughts he had just had about "male mother," "for her own good," and "sword inheritance" were instantly shattered by the extremely impactful scene before him.

Rong Yan gasped sharply, covering her mouth to stifle a cry. Her eyes widened, and she shrieked into Jun Lintian's ear:

"See! See! I told you so!"

"A dark and windy night! Nobody around! A lone man and woman! Alone in a room!"

"That icy-faced guy was definitely up to no good! He... he... he's practically glued to my junior sister's face!!!"

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Author's Note: Rong Yan (furious): Is nobody going to care about this?!

Random red envelope [pat on the head]