Chapter 20

Silent sobs, endless sorrow. There were no cries like the cuckoo's blood-curdling wails, no heart-wrenching screams, but her grief far surpassed these two extremes of weeping.

After a full ten minutes, the woman finally let out her first sob, lamenting, "Ten years, I waited for ten years, only to receive this news..."

Yandingtian should have offered comfort, but he could find no words to console her. He could only share in her sorrow and pain.

"Did he die in agony?" the woman asked, standing up from Yandingtian.

Yandingtian replied, "Master died with great dignity."

The woman softly said, "Dignity is good, dignity is good!"

Then, the woman's beautiful eyes turned to Yandingtian and asked, "You call him Master?"

"Yes," Yandingtian said, "I met him two years ago, and four months ago, he took me as his disciple."

At that moment, the woman's gaze towards Yandingtian became gentler, and she asked, "Did he leave any final words?"

Dongfang Niemie's last will was: First, Yandingtian would become the successor of the Yin-Yang Sect, and the sect would fully cultivate him. Second, his daughter, Dongfang Bingling, would be betrothed to Yandingtian.

Thinking of this, Yandingtian's face turned slightly red, and he found it hard to speak, so he said, "Master said that as long as the moth and flame pendants are combined, his last will would be revealed."

The woman quickly lifted the front of her long dress, revealing a tempting expanse of snow-white skin. A delicate moth pendant hung from her chest, and the deep cleavage in her full, snow-white bosom was infinitely alluring. Yandingtian's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned away.

The woman took off her moth pendant and combined it with the flame pendant in her right hand, forming a complete moth and flame. Instantly, a series of words appeared in the air. Seeing her husband's familiar handwriting, the woman burst into tears again.

The words were not too long, but the woman read them over and over again until they became faint and finally disappeared into the air. The woman sobbed again.

"Child, turn around and let me have a good look at you," the woman said.

Yandingtian turned around, and the woman's slender, jade-like hand gently caressed his cheek. She said softly, "Thank you for being by his side in his final moments. From today on, we are family."

"Your master's last will states: First, do not let me ask about your background. Second, make you the successor of the Yin-Yang Sect. Third, betroth Bingling to you," the woman said softly. "I will honor his wishes. From now on, Bingling is entrusted to you."

"Yes, Mother-in-law!" Yandingtian said.

"From now on, the Yin-Yang Sect is also entrusted to you," the woman said.

"Yes, Mother-in-law!" Yandingtian said.

"From now on, your master's mission is also entrusted to you," the woman said.

"Yes, Mother-in-law!" Yandingtian said.

"From now on, Mother-in-law... is also entrusted to you," the woman said, her face slightly blushing and her voice lowering.

Yandingtian was slightly taken aback, then said, "Yes, Mother-in-law!"

"You haven't met your junior sister Bingling yet, right? I'll have her come to see you. From now on, you two will be a couple," the woman said.

Yandingtian's face turned bright red.

"There's no need to be shy. Your master was always unconventional and free-spirited," the woman said as she walked towards the door, her swaying hips and waist more beautiful than the voluptuous woman who had led Yandingtian in. However, Yandingtian kept his head down, not daring to look.

At the door, she pushed it open and said, "Go and bring the young miss here."

"Yes!" the voluptuous woman who had led Yandingtian in responded.

Then, the mother-in-law entered the living room and sat down, talking to Yandingtian about his time with Dongfang Niemie.

A few minutes later, a clear and melodious voice, like the sound of jade breaking, rang out.

"Mother, I'm here."

Dongfang Bingling had arrived, the legendary first beauty of the world and Yandingtian's betrothed. Instantly, Yandingtian's heart raced, almost leaping out of his chest.

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The moment Dongfang Bingling entered the room, it seemed to brighten. She looked very much like her mother, at least in facial features. But in temperament, she was very different. Her mother was gentle and alluring, while Dongfang Bingling was as beautiful as a peach blossom but as cold as ice.

Both had faces of unparalleled beauty, but her mother's eyes were like water, soft and formless. Dongfang Bingling's eyes were like cold stars, making people feel inferior and vulgar.

Her mother's skin was rosy and fair, like peach blossoms in March. Dongfang Bingling's skin was as white as snow, truly embodying the phrase "ice-like skin and jade-like bones."

Her figure was not as voluptuous as her mother's but was taller, with long, beautiful legs and an extremely alluring figure.

Her mother's nose was delicate and graceful, while Dongfang Bingling's nose was like a piece of jade, refined and straight, full of strong will.

The servant's son from the Qin family in the northwest had not lied; this was indeed the first beauty of the world. Although she looked like her mother, she was a completely different beauty. The mother-in-law was like a dream, while Dongfang Bingling was like a sculpture of jade and ice, beautiful to the point of making people feel inferior and too beautiful to be desecrated.

The moment Dongfang Bingling entered, she saw Yandingtian, and her eyes showed a slight surprise, as it was almost unheard of for a man to be in her mother's boudoir. This first glance from the first beauty of the world seemed to pierce Yandingtian's chest, making his heart tremble.

"Ice, your father is gone!" Seeing her daughter, the mother-in-law's eyes reddened, and she sobbed again.

Dongfang Bingling's steps faltered, her beautiful face turned pale, and her eyes filled with tears. She took a few steps forward and hugged her mother, and the mother-in-law sobbed in her daughter's arms.

Dongfang Bingling's eyes were filled with tears, but they did not fall. Her cherry-like lips were colorless, as if carved from ice.

After crying for a while, the mother-in-law raised her head and pointed to Yandingtian. "Ice, this is your senior brother. He was with your father for the last year of his life."

Dongfang Bingling's slender, graceful figure stepped forward, gently turned her body, bent her knees, and half-squatted, her waist as graceful as a willow branch, her chest not overly large but firm and alluring.

"Thank you, Senior Brother," Dongfang Bingling said, lifting her beautiful face and looking at Yandingtian with tears in her eyes. "Senior Brother, could you tell me the whole story in detail?"

When she spoke, her cherry-like lips, like ice, seemed to melt with a single kiss, and her words carried a cool, fragrant scent.

"Of course," Yandingtian said, then recounted the entire story, omitting the parts he could not say, such as his origin from Earth, his Nine Yang Mystic Veins, and his master's last will.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for being with my father in his final moments. This was my responsibility," Dongfang Bingling, who had always been cold, said with a softer gaze. "From now on, consider this place your home, and share the responsibility of the sect with me."

The mother-in-law hesitated slightly and said, "Ice, your father left a will. First, he wanted your Senior Brother to become the successor of the Yin-Yang Sect. Second, he wanted you to be betrothed to him, to become his wife."

After saying this, the mother-in-law looked at Dongfang Bingling with some unease.

Dongfang Bingling's body trembled, and a rare blush appeared on her cheeks. She could not help but look at Yandingtian again. She had only glanced at him briefly before, but now, hearing her mother's words, she could not resist looking at him more closely.

Yandingtian told himself to remain composed and calm, but Dongfang Bingling's gaze made his heart tremble, and his face turned red. The beauty's gaze was too powerful, and even the strongest will could melt like ice under the sun, especially from a beauty as cold as ice.

No wonder all the young men in the world were infatuated with her, no wonder countless young men revered her as the first beauty of the world, seeing her as a celestial being. Her beauty and temperament were incredibly lethal to men.

"Ice, this is your father's last wish. Do you have anything to say?" the mother-in-law asked.

Dongfang Bingling looked at Yandingtian again, then lowered her head, pursed her lips, and was about to speak when footsteps were heard from outside.

"Madam, the City Lord of Yunxiao City, Ximen Wuyuan, and his daughter have come to pay their respects," a sword attendant outside said respectfully.

The mother-in-law quickly wiped her tears, tidied her hair, and said to Yandingtian, "Child, go to the back room for a while. I and your junior sister will see the guests, and it's not convenient for you to meet them yet."

"Yes, Mother-in-law," Yandingtian said, then walked to the back room.

This was a small room with a comfortable wooden bed and a small table with an unfinished embroidery, which was probably the mother-in-law's work. Yandingtian did not feel right picking it up to look.

The room was simply decorated but very comfortable, filled with a captivating fragrance. The bed, in particular, was fragrant, as if carrying the mother-in-law's scent, making Yandingtian, as a man, hesitant to sit down.

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A few minutes later, Ximen Wuyuan's familiar voice came from outside.

"Unworthy disciple Ximen Wuyuan, paying respects to the Sect Lady." His title was strange, not calling himself the City Lord of Yunxiao City but an unworthy disciple.

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