you won’t disappoint me too much.” The master guffawed freely.

“Pop!” The flames floating in the air all extinguished.
Everything disappeared as the master left.
He was just like a divine dragon with a tail that couldn’t be seen.
No one could see through him. 1

“Three months, not too long, not too short.
What a headache, why does he want to steal the Cloth of Invisibility?” Feng Feiyun furrowed his brows while contemplating.
More than ten different possibilities came up in his head, but they were eliminated one by one.
It would be quite a mistake to judge the mysterious master using common sense.

This person made Feng Feiyun feel an impending crisis because he couldn’t see through him.

“Clatter.” Slow footsteps came about.

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Feng Feiyun relaxed his mind.
The stone door was pushed open.
Under the flickering candlelight, a supreme beauty walked inside.
Her body was swaying like a weak willow tree blowing in the wind.
She had changed into a white scholarly dress.
This was the uniform for Wanxiang disciples.
After putting it on, she looked even more intelligent and graceful.

She was still wearing a thin veil while the usual bun on top of her hair was let down.
Clearly, she had just washed her face.
There were still several beads of water dripping down her soft and silky black hair.
It was much prettier than any other woman’s hair.

Feng Feiyun had to channel his phoenix soul again to barely resist her charm.
Other men would have already kneeled below her feet the moment they saw this appearance of hers.

“Hongyan, you are still awake?” He could smell the sweet fragrance of her body that was like the colorful begonia in March.

“I’m… I’m afraid of the dark!” She inserted the candle she was carrying into a bronze sconce.
Her features became even more enchanting under this faint light, but it also carried a purity so no one would have any dirty thoughts towards her.

Feng Feiyun had never considered himself to be a perfect gentleman, but he really didn’t have any evil thoughts at this moment.
He considered her as a friend and would never force her to do anything against her whim.

That’s right, most girls alone in a strange environment would be afraid of the dark.
Even though Nangong Hongyan had been living at a brothel, she didn’t have any cultivation and was a frail woman.

He was in no mood to train either.
The mysterious master being able to come into the Martial Tower made him feel uneasy as well.
This person was truly frightening.
He could only take it one step at a time right now.

“I’ll stay with you.” He walked forward and gently touched her moist hair.
She then leaned against his chest.
Only by doing so was she freed of worries, as if she had found a safe harbor for both her body and mind.

He brought her back and stood guard next to her until she fell asleep before going back to the chamber to train his saber art.

After training for seven days in a row, he was trying to understand the final part of the first slash.
Today, he was at ninety percent mastery, only one level away from complete comprehension.
At that point, he could train the second slash that was even more powerful.

However, he was missing that final bit of essence of the first slash.

During these seven days, Nangong Hongyan would occasionally come to see him.
Sometimes, she made some cakes and played the zither while he was eating.
It was full of harmony and laughter like a pair of childhood sweethearts.

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She would also bring fruits and carefully peel them before feeding him herself.
According to her, this was the only thing she could do to help him.

The cultivation path was truly too monotonous.
Sometimes, one would sit down for hundreds of years.
The moment they came out, the whole generation would have changed.
Most of their friends would be dead.
Only a few would be left, but most of them would probably be in isolated cultivation as well.

This was a mental test for cultivators.
Those who couldn’t withstand this kind of vicissitude and loneliness would eventually drive themselves insane.

If one could have a friend or a companion to the top of the cultivation path who understood them, that would be an incredibly wonderful thing!

“Hongyan, can you really not cultivate?” Feng Feiyun wanted to lead her on this path so that her ‘beauty’ wouldn’t wither along with her age. 2

Her slender fingers left the zither’s strings as she gently sighed: “How could I not want to cultivate? However, someone has told me that my body does not have a single strand of spirituality.
My dantian cannot be changed, so I can’t even reach the spirit realm.”

Those who were able to embark on the cultivation path all had a certain aptitude.
It required their body to have some spirituality that could channel spirit energy throughout their body.

However, the majority of people didn’t have this type of body.
Those who could cultivate were very few in number.

Although Nangong Hongyan was blessed by the heavens with a fairy-like appearance, the heavens was also jealous of this, so her body had defects.
She could never step onto the path of cultivation.

A beauty ages fast just like the withering of a flower!

Regardless of how wondrous she used to be, a mortal woman would slowly grow older ten years later.
One hundred years later, she would return to the earth and disappear from the world altogether.

 

A visual idiom of a great dragon so big that you couldn’t see the tail, only the head.
It is usually a positive description of someone powerful and mysterious.  Hongyan means beauty.
They used her name here for the word beauty.
It is a more archaic word used mainly in literature. 

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