Chapter 17

"Just a few feet away, I should still be able to get closer!" Xiao Yun did not feel satisfied after killing the tiny mosquito with one sword strike, because his current perception was extremely strong, and every move of the mosquito fell within his perception.

Originally, the mosquito, which was already flying at an extreme speed, seemed to slow down a bit in Xiao Yun's eyes.

He could even predict the mosquito's flight and escape direction based on his superior perception.

Buzz!

At this moment, a moth flew by in the distance.

"Two feet away, perfect!"

Xiao Yun's eyes lit up, and he immediately leaped forward. At the same time, a sword light flashed and stabbed at the moth.

Thud!

Xiao Yun's footsteps landed, and the moth also began to fall to the ground.

This sword strike was truly at its fastest, the person had not moved, but the sword had already arrived!

"Continue!" Xiao Yun did not relax. He carefully perceived the courtyard and, whenever he found a mosquito or insect, he would stab it with his sword.

By the end of the day, almost all the flying insects in the courtyard had been killed by him.

Under the night sky, several bonfires were lit in the courtyard, attracting countless flying insects.

Swish! Swish!

Beside the bonfire, the young man continuously stabbed at the flying insects.

"Brother, when will you stop?" Xiao Ling'er sat in a stone pavilion by the courtyard, her hand supporting her cheek, looking bored. It had been a whole day, and her brother showed no signs of stopping, becoming a true cultivation fanatic.

"Hehe, Young Master Yun is a cultivation fanatic, but it's a pity for those flying insects." The maid Huan'er also blinked her big eyes, but when she looked at the young man with the sword, her face was full of admiration. "Young Master Yun is so handsome, even when he draws his sword, he looks so cool. He is so diligent, he will definitely become a supreme expert in the future."

Time passed, and the young man continued to draw his sword tirelessly, killing the flying insects.

Buzz!

Ten meters away, a group of insects flew over, and Xiao Yun's eyes moved. He leaped forward and stabbed at them with his sword.

Swish! Swish!

The sword light flickered, and the insects fell one by one, each pierced or slashed by the sword. Not a single insect was killed by the sword wind.

If he relied on powerful sword wind, a cultivator at the eighth level of Body Tempering could kill the entire group of insects with one strike.

But stabbing each one individually was completely different.

This tested a martial artist's control over sword power, as well as speed and eyesight. Clearly, Xiao Yun had achieved this.

"Finally, I have made some progress." At this point, Xiao Yun stopped practicing the sword.

"Brother, let me wipe your sweat!" Seeing her brother stop practicing, Xiao Ling'er, who had been supporting her cheek, quickly took out a towel and began to wipe the sweat from her brother's forehead, looking like a devoted little wife.

"Let me do it myself." Seeing his obedient sister, Xiao Yun smiled and reached for the towel.

"No, won't you even let me do this, brother?" Xiao Ling'er blinked her eyes, somewhat stubbornly staring at the young man. It seemed that his refusal touched her heart, making her feel useless, as her brother always took care of her, but she could not help much.

"You little girl, don't you think your brother's sweat stinks?" Xiao Yun patted the girl's head and laughed.

"If brother is willing, Ling'er can serve you for a lifetime." Xiao Ling'er blinked her eyes and looked up at the young man, a hint of unusual light in her eyes. Then her eyelashes trembled, and she lowered her head.

"Miss Ling'er, Young Master Yun has me to serve him."

Beside them, Huan'er brought a bowl of steaming hot demon python soup and smiled, saying, "Young Master, drink a bowl of Fire Python Soup to dispel the wind and cold."

Hearing Huan'er's words, a trace of resentment appeared in Xiao Ling'er's beautiful eyes, and she pouted, looking unhappy. The girl's inexplicable expression made Xiao Yun look at her in surprise. Had someone said something wrong just now?

After eating and drinking, Xiao Yun did not practice the sword anymore. He returned to his room and continued to cultivate the Heaven Swallowing God Devouring Technique.

After a night of cultivation, the young man came out of his meditation. His eyes were bright, and his mood was quite good.

"My soul power has become even stronger. At this rate, I can use my soul power to震慑人心神 (intimidate people's minds)."

"Now it's time to go to the Purple Cloud Mountains." Having cultivated the Cloud Piercing Sword Technique and the Heaven Swallowing God Devouring Technique, Xiao Yun's confidence greatly increased. He felt he could go to the Purple Cloud Mountains, as only there, with the abundant primordial energy, could he quickly break through.

"However, I should visit Sister Shi Fei first." Xiao Yun thought, then headed to the City Lord's Mansion.

Years ago, Yan Shi Fei went to the Purple Cloud Mountains to find the Purple Vine to obtain a soul spirit, but she returned injured.

After learning about the incident, Xiao Yun had always felt guilty and wanted to make up for it to Sister Shi Fei. Since he was going to the depths of the Purple Cloud Mountains this time, he also wanted to see if there was a chance to obtain the Purple Vine soul spirit, thus fulfilling a wish.

"Good day, Young Master Yun!" As Xiao Yun entered the Yan Mansion, many of the clan members greeted him quite friendly.

"Xiao Yun is visiting Fei'er again?" However, just as Xiao Yun was about to enter Yan Shi Fei's inner chambers, Lady Yan suddenly appeared and said softly, her eyes showing that she was not very welcoming, even with a hint of resistance.

This made Xiao Yun frown slightly.

"Yes." Xiao Yun nodded.

"Xiao Yun, thank you for taking care of Fei'er these past two years. However, you are not young anymore. If you keep entering her inner chambers without reason, it will not be good for either of you, especially for an unmarried girl's reputation."

Lady Yan smiled faintly, appearing quite polite, but her words clearly indicated that she did not want Xiao Yun to have too much contact with her daughter. Reputation was just an excuse to refuse Xiao Yun's frequent visits.

After all, almost everyone in the entire Purple Cloud City knew that Xiao Yun had a fixed time to remove the poison from Miss Yan, and their relationship was very close. Now talking about reputation was a bit late, wasn't it?

Hearing this, Xiao Yun felt a bit depressed but quickly understood, "It must be because of Fang Hao."

The incident where Fang Hao threatened the Xiao family a few days ago must have spread throughout the entire Purple Cloud City, and Lady Yan's attitude was the best proof. "Does she really believe I am not as good as Fang Hao?" Xiao Yun's lips twitched.

"I won't stay long." Xiao Yun's eyes lifted, and he looked at Lady Yan.

"Good, that's fine." Lady Yan said.

Xiao Yun bowed and walked towards the inner chambers.

"This time, Lord Yan has contacted the clan and should be able to obtain a high-quality detoxification pill. This way, we won't need Xiao Yun to remove the poison for Fei'er anymore, and we can avoid further contact between the two girls and Xiao Yun. A crippled martial soul and offending Fang Hao, what future does he have?" Lady Yan muttered to herself, then glanced at the young man entering the courtyard and left.

Xiao Yun, who entered the inner chambers, still had a faint smile on his lips.

Over the past eight years, Xiao Yun had long been accustomed to being looked down upon.

He also understood Lady Yan's mindset.

Shaking his head, Xiao Yun walked straight into the courtyard.

"Where is your mistress?" Xiao Yun asked a servant.

"Miss is bathing, Young Master Xiao Yun, please wait a moment." A pretty servant said politely.

In the eyes of these servants, Xiao Yun was still quite impressive. At least, he could easily remove the poison that even True Essence Realm experts could not, a skill that few could match in saving lives and healing injuries.

Unfortunately, this was a world where martial arts were supreme.

Unless the young man's medical skills could truly bring the dead back to life and heal the most severe injuries, it would be hard to earn the respect of martial artists.

After a while, the young lady in the room had finished bathing, and Xiao Yun was invited in.

Yan Shi Fei casually draped a cloud-like robe over her shoulders, her black hair cascading down. As she moved, her hips swayed, and her firm buttocks jiggled, while her chest, almost spilling out, was barely contained by her top, leaving a trail of snow-white skin.

Beneath the snow-white skin, a deep cleavage was visible.

Gulp!

Seeing the young lady's nearly perfect figure and the almost spilling "little rabbit," Xiao Yun couldn't help but swallow.

"Shi Fei sister is really growing up." Xiao Yun muttered, his eyes involuntarily lingering on the young lady's neckline.

The high neckline drew his attention.

"Xiao Yun, how could you bear to come and see your sister again?" Yan Shi Fei leaned slightly, her hand patting her hair, splashing water droplets, and her simple actions perfectly outlined her figure.

Especially when her hand moved her hair, her chest jiggled, revealing a patch of snow-white skin, making the young man's eyes widen, as if he wanted to see what lay beneath that snow-white skin.

"Huh?" Yan Shi Fei spoke but received no response, which made her slightly surprised.

When she blinked her beautiful eyes and glanced sideways, she saw the young man staring at her with a heated gaze.

"Brat, what are you looking at?" Yan Shi Fei gave the young man a glare, stopped playing with her hair, stretched lazily, and then, with a supple waist, walked towards the young man, her eyes slightly angry.

However, this expression had little effect on Xiao Yun; instead, it added a touch of charm, making his heart race. The young man spread his hands and smiled, "Who made Sister Shi Fei so attractive?"

The young lady, just out of the bath, had a different charm, making Xiao Yun reluctant to look away.

"You're getting more and more talkative." Yan Shi Fei laughed and scolded, but she was not really angry.

"Where? It's just that Sister Shi Fei is getting more and more beautiful." Xiao Yun shrugged, looking somewhat innocent.

Two years ago, the young lady was still somewhat immature, and he did not feel her allure. Now, after two years, Xiao Yun felt as if it were a dream. Unconsciously, the young lady had matured to the point where he could not help but want to look at her more often.

Is it that Sister Shi Fei is getting more beautiful, or am I growing up?

"You, I really don't know what to do with you." Yan Shi Fei smiled, her mood seeming quite good. She sat beside the young man, picked up a teacup, and took a sip, not getting angry at his words.

Over the past two years, she had been plagued by the poison, experiencing great ups and downs.

Back then, almost all the young masters in Purple Cloud City surrounded her, but after she was declared incurable, their attitudes gradually turned cold, and no one came to visit her, treating her as if she were a dying person.

After experiencing the warmth and coldness of human relationships, Yan Shi Fei rarely interacted with outsiders.

On the contrary, Xiao Yun had been tirelessly removing the poison for her over the past two years, which greatly moved her.

In this tedious life, the occasional teasing between them made her feel quite relaxed.

So over the past two years, Yan Shi Fei had gradually gotten used to teasing this half-grown young man.