Chapter 19

This disciple of the Yin-Yang Sect picked up the Fire-Parting Nine-Ring Pendant that Yang Dingtian had given him, looked at the sunlight in the sky, and his expression trembled slightly, revealing boundless surprise: "This Fire-Parting Nine-Ring Pendant is real, release this distinguished guest!"

Instantly, the surrounding crowd let out a loud exclamation. The Fire-Parting Nine-Ring Pendant, which had been missing for so many years, had actually appeared, and it was delivered by a young man who looked weak. Immediately, everyone looked at Yang Dingtian with envy and jealousy.

"Actually, it's real. I actually received the real Fire-Parting Nine-Ring Pendant today." The disciple who received the gift was so excited that he could hardly speak, then he stood up from his seat and bowed deeply to Yang Dingtian: "Thank you, thank you, I can finally become a probationary disciple, hahaha..."

The Yin-Yang Sect disciple who recognized the Fire-Parting Nine-Ring Pendant glanced at Yang Dingtian and said, "Please follow me."

Yang Dingtian broke free from the four martial artists who were already somewhat dazed and followed the Yin-Yang Sect disciple into the gate of the Yin-Yang Sect, under the envious gazes of countless people.

Wow! What a beautiful Yin-Yang Sect, what a magnificent Yin-Yang Sect!

The magnificent buildings were built along the mountain, all the way to the top. The buildings were carved and inlaid with jade, the roads were paved with white stones, and the mist in the mountains made it seem like a place not of this world. Rare birds and beasts roamed leisurely, as if it were not a scene from the human world.

If it were on Earth, it would be like an aerial garden magnified by tens of thousands of times, and it could easily become a world wonder.

"May I ask, who are you going to take me to see?" Yang Dingtian asked.

"You'll know when we get there," the Yin-Yang Sect disciple said indifferently.

"I want to see the wife of the Eastern Sect Master. I have a gift that is ten thousand times more precious than the Fire-Parting Nine-Ring Pendant," Yang Dingtian said.

The Yin-Yang Sect disciple frowned and said, "I can't even see the lady, let alone you. No matter how precious the gift, you don't have the qualifications to see her. There will be someone specifically to receive you, and you won't be short of any benefits you deserve."

Yang Dingtian said, "If you can take me to see the lady and present the gift in person, I guarantee you will have endless benefits, even a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that you will regret missing."

The Yin-Yang Sect disciple stopped, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "You can give me the item, and I will deliver it to the lady. Then the lady will decide whether to see you."

He was indeed very tempted, not because he believed Yang Dingtian's words, but because he had almost never seen the lady. Being received by the lady would be an infinite honor for him, but he could not be sure if Yang Dingtian's gift was that good.

"Trust me, if you deliver this gift, you won't get any benefits," Yang Dingtian said.

After struggling for a while, the Yin-Yang Sect disciple said, "I can try, but I must tell you that if the gift you present to the lady is not outstanding, then the credit for presenting the Fire-Parting Nine-Ring Pendant will be completely erased."

"Agreed!" Yang Dingtian said.

...

More than half an hour later, the Yin-Yang Sect disciple led Yang Dingtian to a pink wall. Along the way, they passed countless houses, pavilions, and crowds.

In the center of the pink wall, there was a round archway, and an incredibly intoxicating fragrance wafted out from inside. Two women in red stood at the gate, with faces as beautiful as jade, and even the gatekeepers were rare beauties.

The Yin-Yang Sect disciple approached the two women, bowed respectfully, and spoke softly, telling them that Yang Dingtian wanted to see the Eastern Lady and present a precious gift. He then handed over the Fire-Parting Nine-Ring Pendant.

One of the more plump women frowned slightly after listening, scolded the Yin-Yang Sect disciple a few times, making him bow lower and lower, but in the end, she still took the Fire-Parting Nine-Ring Pendant and went inside.

The Yin-Yang Sect disciple walked to Yang Dingtian's side and sighed deeply, "If the gift you present is not outstanding, I will also suffer. I must have been blinded by greed to follow you on this adventure."

Yang Dingtian smiled slightly and said, "Soon, you will be glad."

After about ten minutes, the plump and beautiful woman came out and said to Yang Dingtian, "You are the one who brought the gift."

"Yes, it's me," Yang Dingtian said.

"Follow me inside," the plump and beautiful woman turned and walked inside, leaving a swaying and alluring figure. Although she was plump, her waist was slender, and her hips were full and round, making her look especially plump. Her waist and hips moved in a way that was incredibly alluring, making Yang Dingtian, who followed behind, feel very pleased.

After entering the wall, there was a huge screen made of white jade, covered with writing. The handwriting was very familiar to Yang Dingtian; it was his master, Dongfang Niemie. Instantly, Yang Dingtian's steps slowed slightly.

After passing the jade screen, Yang Dingtian's eyes suddenly brightened.

From the waist of the mountain, the surroundings were covered in snow. After entering the gate of the Yin-Yang Sect, the countless buildings were magnificent, but they were all basically one color: snow white. Every inch was covered in snow. But here, it was a completely different world. What he saw was a lush green, red, and colorful scene.

Tender green grass, lush trees, colorful flowers, emerald pools, fluttering butterflies, and chirping birds in the trees. Everything inside the wall was completely different from the outside. Outside was cold snow, while inside was a warm spring, like a secluded paradise.

The wind that blew across his face was also warm. Outside it was minus ten degrees, but inside it was plus ten degrees.

Several exquisite and charming red buildings were hidden in the greenery. Every building and every person inside seemed to be in a painting.

After passing through the garden and crossing an arched stone bridge, they arrived at the edge of a pool. A white jade bridge, winding and twisting, led from the shore to the middle of the pool. In the center of the pool, a pink and luxurious embroidered building stood on the green waves.

The plump woman led Yang Dingtian across the bridge and stopped at the door of the pink building. She said to Yang Dingtian, "Go inside."

"Remember, once you go in, only look down at your feet," the plump beauty said, and then she retreated.

He was about to see his master's wife. At the door, Yang Dingtian's heart pounded, and he took a deep breath to calm his nervous and excited emotions before stepping through the door. The door closed automatically behind him.

Inside the room, everything was pink. Walking on the soft carpet felt like walking on clouds.

This was a living room with a table in the center and several chairs. Around the living room were various beautiful flowers.

But there was no one inside.

Yang Dingtian walked to the center of the living room and called out, "Yang Dingtian, paying respects to the lady."

"It's you who brought the Fire-Parting Nine-Ring Pendant, thank you," a soft and melodious voice said, so pleasant to the ear that it felt like a pair of small hands caressing your body, making you feel entranced.

"What do you want?" the soft and alluring voice asked again.

"I have come to present another gift, lady," Yang Dingtian said.

"What gift?" the soft voice asked.

"A simple pendant, a flame pendant..." Yang Dingtian said.

"Ah..." A cry of surprise came from inside, followed by the sound of something falling and breaking.

"You, you hold it up, let me see!" the woman trembled and said.

Yang Dingtian took off the flame pendant from his neck and held it high.

A sob, a fragrant breeze, and a pink figure rushed out from inside, came to Yang Dingtian, and took the flame pendant from his hand, holding it tightly to her chest, crying, "Finally, finally, I've waited ten years, finally..."

Yang Dingtian was completely stunned, looking at the woman in front of him in disbelief.

Could a person be beautiful to this extent?

He had read many descriptions of beautiful women in books and always thought they were exaggerated. In the Earth era, he had seen countless cover models, beauty pageant winners, and beautiful celebrities, and he never thought they were as exaggerated as those novels described.

But now, Yang Dingtian felt that the descriptions of beautiful women in those novels were too bland. They could not describe the beauty of the woman in front of him, a beauty that was indescribable and hard to believe.

It wasn't just her appearance; even the most beautiful features had their limits, but charm and temperament had no limits.

The beauty of this woman was like a sharp blade piercing the deepest part of your soul, making your entire spirit tremble.

The tenderness of an eighteen-year-old girl and the allure of a mature woman were perfectly combined in her. Purity and seduction were also combined in her. She was a woman whose age was hard to guess, and even after ten or twenty years, she would still make people forget her age.

Wearing a brocade dress, she finally let Yang Dingtian know what the undulating curves of a woman's body, like a willow, looked like. The beauty and sensuality of these curves were also indescribable.

"Where is he?" the beautiful woman asked.

Yang Dingtian finally came to his senses from her beauty and figure, took a deep breath, and said, "He, he is no longer here."

This is my master's wife, Yang Dingtian warned himself. She is my master's wife and cannot be desecrated, no matter how beautiful she is.

"Not here? What do you mean?" the beautiful woman's body trembled, and her dreamlike eyes were filled with fear.

"He, he is already dead," Yang Dingtian said, his eyes reddening.

Instantly, Yang Dingtian felt weak, and the beautiful woman in front of him fainted. Yang Dingtian quickly supported her, feeling the infinite softness and smoothness of her body, full of captivating elasticity.

"Master's wife, Master's wife..." Yang Dingtian held her waist and called out anxiously.

The unconscious woman finally opened her beautiful eyes after several minutes. Her beautiful eyes were like those of a child waking from a nightmare, first filled with fear and confusion, afraid that the nightmare was real. Then, gradually realizing it was reality, the fear and confusion turned into endless sorrow, and tears streamed down her snow-white, jade-like cheeks.

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