Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Death of Society
In March, the Xuanyang Sect is full of spring flowers and the birds are chirping incessantly.
"I heard that the Sword Master is about to ascend."
"If that's the case, then Sword Master is the first person in our Xuanyang Sect to ascend! He is also the youngest person to ascend in the world of cultivation!
"Sword Master is truly a genius among geniuses. I really want to see his true appearance."
Lu Rong was passing by carrying her heavy scroll. When she heard what the three junior sisters from the sect said, she snorted, "It's ugly."
The three junior sisters looked at the sect's eldest daughter, Lu Rong, who had suddenly appeared before them. Their eyes fell on her delicate and beautiful face, full of astonishment. They realized it belatedly and hurriedly saluted, "Senior Sister."
Lu Rong, with a face that looked worn out by a long night's sleep, hummed weakly, threw a loquat to each of them, and then, with a little strength, said firmly, "And Zhou Li can never ascend! Absolutely not!"
After Lu Rong finished speaking, she walked away with unsteady steps. The three junior sisters looked at each other and whispered, "Big Sister really is a sworn enemy of Sword Master."
"Of course not. Ever since we became disciples, Senior Sister has claimed that she hates Sword Master the most. It seems that she hates him even more now." The three of them laughed and looked up to see Senior Sister Lu Rong with dark circles under her eyes. She stared at them with half-closed eyes and pointed at her eyes.
"I'm watching you." Lu Rong scared the three of them away.
Lu Rong curled her lips, too lazy to argue with these ignorant little sisters.
After all, she is the only daughter of the leader of Xuanyang Sect, and it would be a bit narrow-minded for her to argue with them.
And they were not wrong, she and Zhou Li were sworn enemies.
They became disciples together at the age of six, and it has been more than ten years since then. Zhou Li was a genius recognized by everyone when he was brought back from outside the mountain. He started from the Golden Elixir stage and could attain enlightenment and advance at any time. During that period, the lightning and thunder that occurred every now and then in Xuanyang Sect were all caused by Zhou Li.
The most terrifying thing is that he defeated the only powerful man in Xuanyang Sect, Chiyang Sword Master, when he was ten years old. Since then, the title of Sword Master has fallen on him. Until now, no one has been able to defeat him. Instead, his defeated opponents are spread all over the world.
The Xuanyang Sect's sect plaque was always chopped off by those people with a sword, so the sect leader was too lazy to even hang up the sect plaque.
Under such a genius, many people will become background figures.
Lu Rong, who was of average talent, was the biggest background. Her father always whispered in her ear: "Rong'er, look at Zhou Li, then look at you."
"Zhou Li mastered a set of ancient sword techniques in the time it took him to drink a cup of tea yesterday, and you can't even remember the formula for drawing Qi into the body."
These words would be a devastating blow to an ordinary child, so the six-year-old Lu Rong pointed at Zhou Li and said, "I hate you," and then burst into tears.
And while she was crying her eyes out, that bastard Zhou Li calmly advanced to enlightenment again!
The thunder that day was really huge and scary.
Lu Rong was so frightened that even when she grew up and found out that she came from another world, she still insisted on treating him as her mortal enemy.
No matter which world you are in, it lasts a lifetime!
Lu Rong yawned. She hadn't slept for two consecutive nights in order to finish the painting in her hand. She was now completely daydreaming and just wanted to finish it quickly and then go back to sleep.
The scroll in his hand was a life-size portrait, two meters and two meters long and one meter wide, and the content of the painting was completely unsuitable for human viewing.
So she had to deliver it to her customers in person.
The customer who spent a fortune on her portrait was a disciple of Xuanyang Sect, but her portraits were purchased anonymously and only needed to be delivered to a designated location.
The two sides will not meet to prevent mutual social destruction.
Lu Rong took out his jade token. The jade token of Xuanyang Sect not only represents identity, but also allows one to add a jade inscription and communicate directly through the jade token.
Lu Ronggan's small business is to draw some "fragrant rice" for people in need. Most of these portraits are quite limited.
In order to maintain her identity as the eldest daughter of the sect, she has two jade tokens, one is personal and the other is a work jade token specifically used to take orders.
She took out her work jade token and looked at the message from her big money sponsor.
Big sponsor: Lord Caose, please place the portrait in the pavilion of Nanyuan.
Caose is the name Lurong uses to paint color pictures.
Cao Se: Okay, I’ll let you know when I get it.
Lu Rong remembered everything about her original world on her sixteenth birthday. It turned out that she was the artist who drew "Xiang Xiang Fan" for various CPs.
Now she is back to her old profession, especially since she looked at her cultivation which had remained the same for more than ten years and also found out that her spiritual roots were useless, so she completely gave up the path of cultivation and only wanted to make money by doing porn.
Nothing is better than money anyway!
To go to Nanyuan, one needs to pass through Qianji Pavilion, the residence of her biological father Lu Wen, which is also the head of Xuanyang Sect.
She looked at the loquats she had just picked in her pocket and planned to give them to her father to please him so that she would have the opportunity to go to the foot of the mountain to attend a spring banquet with many handsome men in a few days.
There were barriers everywhere in Qianji Pavilion, but Lu Rong was not affected by them and walked directly towards the closed door holding the portrait.
Just as she was about to call for help, she heard her father's voice coming from inside the house. She subconsciously used the heavenly spiritual weapon her father gave her to hide her breath and listened stealthily.
"I've noticed some unusual movements in your sword energy lately. What's going on?" This was her father's voice.
The room was silent for a long time before another cool and pleasant voice emerged: "Nothing."
"But I think your spiritual platform is unstable." Lu Wen was a little worried. Zhou Li was a rare genius in Xuanyang Sect, and he had high hopes for him.
"Master, do we have to go through tribulations before ascending?" Zhou Li's cold voice was a little heavy.
"Probably." Lu Wen's cultivation had not reached his level.
"Maybe... I'm going to go through a tribulation." Zhou Li has recently been dreaming of a woman wrapped in a fog. He can't see her face or hear her voice, but she stays close to him day and night.
Sometimes he couldn't even tell whether it was reality or a dream.
Zhou Li frowned slightly, and moved his fingertips
His sword flew out suddenly, rushing out of the window with the power of the vast heaven and earth, and the sword energy was as unstoppable as a bamboo.
Lu Rong was very familiar with Zhou Li's sword energy. She had a bad premonition and ran away quickly in fear.
"Is there anyone here?" Lu Wen pushed open the window and looked down. He saw no one, only a very long scroll lying alone on the ground.
Zhou Li's sword was the first to realize that it was an acquaintance and came back automatically. He smelled a familiar scent, the sweet scent of peaches.
The only one who loves to eat peaches is Lu Rong.
"Maybe Rong'er is here, and that kid is eavesdropping." Lu Wen was a little amused and didn't blame them for not noticing. "I'll teach her a lesson."
"No need." Zhou Li reached out and took the scroll outside the window, wanting to hand it back to Lu Wen.
However, the scroll was too big and not tied securely, so a piece of the content slipped directly through his palm.
What caught my eye was a cold and detached face, with pale lips biting a red silk ribbon, an expression full of desire and longing, and further down, the snow-white skin was dotted with red marks, extending from the Adam's apple to the chest with firm pectoral muscles, and the red silk was wrapped around the lips and on the chest, covering the two points of spring.
Zhou Li: "..." My face?
Lu Wen: “???” My daughter drew it? Or did she buy it?
"Give it to me!" Lu Rong was halfway through his run when he touched his chest and realized that he had forgotten to take his painting. He hurried back, stretched out his hand and snatched the scroll from Zhou Li's hand and held it in his arms.
The tip of her finger inevitably touched his palm.
At that moment, Lu Rong felt as if something in his brain was reviving, and a mechanical voice came intermittently.
[The current world is a restricted novel with a rating of 18+. Zhou Li is the male protagonist of the novel. You can use him to break through the bottleneck of your cultivation...]
She shook her head a little uncomfortably, and before she could finish listening, someone pressed her brows with cold fingertips.
"Calm down." Zhou Li's voice came as cold as water.
The familiar voice made her shudder and she took a step back. She raised her palm-sized face, a pair of bright and clear black eyes with a hint of panic, followed by an angry look of shame: "You, what are you doing!"
The voice in his head had disappeared, and Lu Rong touched the place where Zhou Li had touched him just now.
Just when she thought it was about time, she saw Zhou Li stroking the fingertips that had touched her just now, with his eyebrows raised, as if he was also disgusted.
She was so angry that she rubbed her forehead against her father's shoulder. When it turned red, she felt that she was cleaner than Zhou Li.
"Hey, Rong'er, you kid!" Father Lu patted his daughter's head, feeling a little amused.
Zhou Li's lips did not move, he just half-lowered his eyes and touched the hilt of the sword with his fingertips. His peripheral vision once again fell on the abdomen exposed in the half scroll, on which were eight abdominal muscles with a thin layer of sweat and full of sexual tension.
Lu Rong noticed his gaze and quickly rolled up the scroll: "What are you looking at!"
Zhou Li didn't answer, but just raised his chin slightly, and his cold eyes fell on her face, as if asking again without explanation?
"This, this is..." Lu Rong was going crazy in his heart. Could anything be more socially deadly than drawing a half-naked life-size picture based on the face of his mortal enemy and having him see it?
She bit her lip and thought to herself, "Just tell me, you idiot!"
"This... I confiscated it! I don't know where those junior sisters got these obscene things from! I plan to burn them all!" Lu Rong said, thinking that this explanation was perfect.
"Oh." Zhou Li responded, without withdrawing his eyes from her face.
"Oh what? Do you think I drew this? I don't want to draw people I hate." Lu Rong snorted and threw it directly to Zhou Li. "If you don't believe it, burn it yourself so that you don't think it's mine."
Zhou Li drew a cluster of fire from his fingertips, and it was about to touch the scroll.
A crying voice suddenly appeared in my mind.
[Wuwuwuwu, my painting, worth thirty thousand gold, please don't burn it. Please.]
He paused his fingertips and looked up at Lu Rong again. She had an indifferent look on her face.
But he knew that the voice in his mind just now was Lu Rong's voice.
Her voice is very recognizable, crisp and sweet, like a bell blown by the wind.
He wasn't sure if he had just hallucinated, and the flames moved closer to the scroll again.
No! No! Those full chest muscles, the full sexual tension, and the eight-pack abs with bite marks are all difficult to draw.
Zhou Li: “?”
How could he suddenly hear her thoughts?
The flames on his fingertips faded, and he grasped the scroll in his hand. He said calmly, "Master, since there's a painting like this, there must be others. Let me take them back and trace their origins. Only then can we put this to rest once and for all."
Lu Rong: “???” Cut off my source of income?
"Very good, very good. This kind of thing must be eradicated." Father Lu looked at Lu Rong, who was gritting his teeth. "Rong'er, what's wrong with you?"
Zhou Li deliberately looked at Lu Rong: "What do you think?"
Lu Rong smiled and gave a thumbs up: "You are really a talent."
【Zhou Li, I'm going to kill you! Kill you!】
Zhou Li raised his eyebrows slightly, took the scroll and the sword and left in a lonely and cold manner.
Lu Rongsheng lay helplessly in his father's room, and finally couldn't hold back his anger and stomped his feet: "Ah! Zhou Li, I will never forgive you!"
But Zhou Li had already flown away on the wind.
Lu Rong had dark circles under her eyes and tears in her eyes. She felt sorry for the painting she had spent seven days on, as the big money sponsor had placed an order for 30,000 gold.
She sat up suddenly and wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeves, which turned red and she felt very aggrieved.
No, we have to find a way to get the painting back!
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