Chapter 61

On a summer morning, the sky always brightens early, accompanied by the first rays of light through the window and the pleasant chirping of birds in the forest.

Zhong Wen woke up very early. In his arms, Leng Wushuang's beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her nostrils gently flaring, and her alluring lips slightly parted, still immersed in a sweet dream.

Gazing at his sister's adorable sleeping face, he felt as if he were being accepted by the world for the first time, giving him a sense of security.

This was a tenderness, but also a responsibility.

Gently kissing Leng Wushuang's cherry lips, Zhong Wen got up and started to dress.

"Zhong, Zhong Wen?" A drowsy voice came from under the covers.

"Wushuang, your body hasn't fully recovered, and you were so tired last night. Sleep a little more; I'll go prepare breakfast." Zhong Wen turned around and gave Leng Wushuang a gentle smile.

Hearing this, a blush spread across her face, and she buried her head in the covers, blushing shyly.

Leng Wushuang had a pure and adorable face, but her figure was incredibly alluring, a combination that every man in the world would dream of. How could Zhong Wen, who had just tasted the sweetness of love in this life, resist such temptation? Last night, he couldn't help but unleash his full power, making love to her several times. Leng Wushuang, inexperienced and unable to refuse him, endured the ordeal with her weak and sickly body until she was utterly exhausted. Only then did Zhong Wen reluctantly stop, leaving her still feeling weak and unable to muster any strength.

What surprised Zhong Wen was that during their first intimate moment, a pure and powerful spiritual energy flowed from Leng Wushuang, directly elevating his cultivation from the first level of the Earth Wheel to the peak of the second level.

Could there be such a delightful way to cultivate?

Zhong Wen was overjoyed and couldn't resist exploring further. However, in the subsequent times, his cultivation did not improve at all, leaving him puzzled.

Looking at Leng Wushuang's shy and adorable demeanor, Zhong Wen's heart was filled with tenderness, and he wanted nothing more than to hold her tightly and cherish her.

"Rest well." He resisted the urge, gently kissed her smooth forehead, and then turned to leave the room.

Leng Wushuang's room was in the back courtyard. He walked along the corridor, passed through a half-moon archway, and turned at the eaves, only to find the courtyard unusually lively.

At this time, it was usually only Liu Qiqi practicing swordsmanship in the front courtyard. Zhong Wen couldn't help but approach out of curiosity.

"Tingting!" As he neared the crowd, he saw Zheng Yueting, dressed in a green robe, kneeling straight on the ground, and Lin Zhiyun, standing in front of her, dressed in blue and looking like a celestial being.

Zheng Yueting turned her head and nodded slightly at him, then looked back at Lin Zhiyun.

Hearing Zhong Wen's voice, Lin Zhiyun's face turned red, and she glared at him with her beautiful eyes, then dared not look at him again.

Did I offend her?

Zhong Wen was initially puzzled, but then suddenly remembered Shangguan Junyi's perception of the surroundings during the battle with the Dantai family. He immediately understood.

It seems the commotion in Leng Wushuang's room last night was sensed by the Palace Master sister!

Feeling embarrassed about such intimate matters being overheard, even Zhong Wen, with his thick skin, felt a bit uncomfortable. He awkwardly touched his nose, unsure whether to approach and speak to the Palace Master.

"Miss Zheng, have you thought it through?" Lin Zhiyun asked softly.

"Palace Master, Yueting has made up her mind and has informed her parents. I am willing to join the Drifting Flower Palace to learn cultivation, and I hope the Palace Master will grant me this opportunity!" Zheng Yueting said, bowing down with her hands on the ground.

"There's no need for that." Lin Zhiyun waved her hand, and Zheng Yueting felt a gentle force supporting her, preventing her from bowing further.

"Palace Master." Zheng Yueting thought Lin Zhiyun was refusing her, and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Miss Zheng, the Golden Saber Sect and the Drifting Flower Palace have always been on good terms, and you and Qiqi are like sisters. How could I not agree?" Lin Zhiyun said kindly. "As long as your father approves and you don't mind the simplicity of this mountain sect, I will take you as a disciple."

The Drifting Flower Palace had the fewest disciples, with only three in total, and Yin Ning'er was a solitary person, making the mountain seem desolate. Whenever Zheng Yueting came to practice with Liu Qiqi, this beautiful and lively girl would bring a vibrant energy to the palace, earning her Lin Zhiyun's affection.

She had often thought, "If this girl could also be a disciple of the Drifting Flower Palace, that would be wonderful."

"Master, please accept your disciple's bow!" Zheng Yueting was overjoyed and respectfully bowed three times.

This time, Lin Zhiyun did not stop her and accepted her bow with composure.

After the ceremony, Zheng Yueting stood up excitedly, opened her box, and distributed various gifts to everyone in the palace, including Shangguan Mingyue and others.

Seeing the spirit crystal ticket Zheng Yueting gave him and the books and dolls she gave to others, Zhong Wen felt a bit depressed.

Do I look like someone with such poor taste?

"Zhong Wen, I'm not very familiar with what men like. I thought it would be better to let you choose your own gift rather than give you something inappropriate. Don't be offended," Zheng Yueting said, a bit embarrassed. She had given gifts to her fellow disciples before but hesitated for a long time when choosing a gift for Zhong Wen, unable to make up her mind.

Seeing the remorseful look on Zheng Yueting's face, Zhong Wen's depression vanished, and he smiled, "Tingting, I don't like anything else; I just love spirit crystals. You chose the right gift this time."

"Ha ha!" Zheng Yueting laughed, her face blooming like a flower, stunningly beautiful, making Zhong Wen's heart race, and he quickly looked away.

After last night's intimate experience, he felt his self-control had weakened somewhat.

"Master, Master, does that mean I have a new junior sister now?" The little girl, holding the doll Zheng Yueting gave her, shook her head excitedly, feeling that she was finally going to be a senior sister.

But Lin Zhiyun gently tapped her on the head and smiled, "In our sect, seniority is not determined by the order of joining but by age. If you want to be a senior sister, you'll have to wait a few more years."

"Ah?" The little girl was disappointed.

Lin Zhiyun turned to Zheng Yueting and asked, "Tingting, you're seventeen this year, right?"

Zheng Yueting nodded, "I'm already halfway through my seventeenth year, just a few days younger than Qiqi."

Lin Zhiyun nodded, "Then you're older than Ning'er, so you'll be my third disciple. Ning'er, Xiaodie, you should call Tingting 'Third Senior Sister' from now on."

"Yes." The two, who were old acquaintances with Zheng Yueting, were not bothered by the change in seniority.

Lin Zhiyun was pleased to have a new excellent disciple and found Zheng Yueting increasingly satisfactory. "Tingting, I'll have Qiqi find you a room and settle you in. Then come to my room. Since you've joined the Drifting Flower Palace, I will teach you our sect's secret techniques."

"Yes!" Zheng Yueting was delighted and nodded repeatedly.

"Zhong Wen, come over later." Lin Zhiyun hesitated but ultimately called Zhong Wen over.

In recent days, her relationship with Zhong Wen had grown closer, but last night's cultivation was interrupted by Zhong Wen and Leng Wushuang's intimate activities. Lin Zhiyun, who had been chaste and focused on cultivation for years, could not withstand such a stimulus. She was embarrassed and flustered, unable to sleep for most of the night. Now, whenever she saw Zhong Wen, she would think of last night's events, feeling very awkward and unsure how to face him.

"Sure thing!" Zhong Wen, however, was unconcerned. He and Leng Wushuang were in love, and their actions were consensual, so he felt no shame. His only concern was whether Lin Zhiyun's opinion of him would change.

About half an hour later, Zhong Wen and Zheng Yueting arrived at Lin Zhiyun's room. This was his first time entering the Palace Master's private quarters, and he couldn't help but look around curiously.

The room was sparsely decorated, with only wooden furniture, a bed, and a wardrobe. There was a simple dressing table with a mirror, and an incense burner below it, emitting a refreshing and calming fragrance.

A full-body portrait hung on the wall, depicting a long-haired, bearded swordsman. Zhong Wen guessed that the person in the painting was likely the founder of the Drifting Flower Palace, Lin Zhiyun's ancestor.

At first glance, the room's decor suggested a reclusive and ascetic owner, but the pink quilt on the bed revealed a hidden girlish heart.

"Welcome, Tingting." Lin Zhiyun greeted her new disciple with a smile but ignored Zhong Wen.

Zhong Wen knew she was shy and still adjusting to last night's events, so he just laughed and didn't mind.

"Master." Zheng Yueting respectfully bowed.

"I have some thoughts about your future cultivation," Lin Zhiyun said earnestly. "Since you've joined the Drifting Flower Palace, you'll need to change your cultivation techniques. As for spirit techniques, you were skilled with the willow leaf saber. Do you want to follow me and switch to the sword, or continue practicing with the saber?"

Zheng Yueting hesitated for a moment and said, "Can I continue practicing with the saber?"

"Zhong Wen, come here." Lin Zhiyun called him over, the first time she spoke to him today.

The Palace Master is going to whisper to me!

Zhong Wen was delighted and eagerly ran over.

Lin Zhiyun leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Do you have any ideas about Tingting's cultivation techniques and spirit techniques?"

Smelling the fragrance from Lin Zhiyun, Zhong Wen's heart raced. He leaned in and whispered back, "Since Tingting wants to continue with the saber, I have a suitable cultivation technique for her, but I'll need your help with the spirit techniques."

Lin Zhiyun, feeling the warmth of his breath on her ear, felt a tingling sensation and moved slightly away. "Alright, you can teach her the cultivation technique."

"Leave it to me." Zhong Wen felt refreshed and happy after whispering to the goddess. He turned to Zheng Yueting and said, "Tingting, now that you've joined the Drifting Flower Palace, there are some things I can tell you."

"What?" Zheng Yueting asked, puzzled.

"Actually, my true identity is the 'Technique Transmission Elder' of the Drifting Flower Palace, responsible for teaching the disciples cultivation techniques and spirit techniques on behalf of the Palace Master." Zhong Wen fibbed.

Lin Zhiyun: "..."

She was about to scold Zhong Wen for lying but realized that this explanation made sense, so she remained silent, inwardly scolding him for being mischievous.

"I see." Zheng Yueting, having seen Zhong Wen's amazing sword and saber techniques, didn't find this claim surprising.

"Remember, what happens next must not be told to anyone." Zhong Wen warned her repeatedly, then used one of his remaining "Tihui Guanding" techniques on the "Taixing Song Jue" cultivation technique. He then slowly extended his right hand and placed it on Zheng Yueting's Baihui point at the top of her head...