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Join the ServerOn Grand Void Sword Mountain, a peak nestled within the Grand Void Sword Pavilion of the Qiyuan Realm, a young man and woman sat by a serene lake, their focus intent on a game of chess.
“That Zhou Ci is actually getting married?!”
The man took a slow sip of tea, then, with a thoughtful hum, placed a piece on the board.
“What concern is the Immortal Jade Pavilion Master’s grand wedding to our Grand Void Sword Pavilion? Brother, could it be that you harbor an interest in Daoist Zhou?”
The young woman covered her mouth, a playful smile gracing her lips, before making her own move.
“Little sister, you’re imagining things. Daoist Zhou and I are separated by five centuries. A woman five hundred years my senior? I assure you, I have no interest in such a match.”
Gazing at his sister, whose beauty and grace were unparalleled, the man chuckled, “I wonder if this brother of yours will ever have the pleasure of drinking your wedding wine in this lifetime.”
“Brother, what foolishness are you speaking?” The young woman, understanding his words were merely playful banter, felt no anger.
Draped in a white immortal gown that billowed as if she were a celestial being, the young woman possessed features as exquisite as a painting. Her delicate, oval face remained serene, reminiscent of a goddess who had graced the mortal realm. Her raven-black hair flowed down to her waist, and her skin, fairer than freshly fallen snow, appeared so tender it might break at a touch. Yet, it was her clear, piercing eyes that truly captivated, for they seemed to reflect the myriad vicissitudes of the world.
“Jinghong, you’re hardly a child anymore, are you? In just a few more years, you’ll be one hundred and eighty,” Jun Qianmo stated.
“Brother, I’ve told you before, I have someone in my heart.”
Jun Jinghong replied with a faint, almost dismissive tone.
“That person hasn’t shown their face in thirty years; truly unfeeling,” Jun Qianmo grumbled under his breath. Though he was aware his sister harbored feelings for someone, the identity of this individual remained a mystery to him.
“In the daily life of cultivation, it’s normal not to see each other for decades.”
Jun Jinghong sipped her tea, then made another move, and with it, the intricate dynamics of the chessboard grew even more convoluted.
“Let’s not talk about him anymore.”
Jun Qianmo waved a dismissive hand, muttering, “How can that Xian Yuan’s name be so auspicious? He truly became the man of the Immortal Jade Pavilion’s proprietress. What a comfortable life he’s carved out for himself, living off her! (TL Note: “Eating soft rice” is a Chinese idiom referring to a man who relies on a woman’s wealth or status.)”
“Hmm?”
Upon hearing her brother’s murmurings, Jun Jinghong’s beautiful eyes subtly narrowed, a trace of unease flickering across her serene face. “Who is it that’s marrying Daoist Zhou?” she inquired, her voice deceptively calm.
“Xian Yuan? What’s wrong? It’s that genius youth who achieved the True Immortal realm thirty years ago.”
Jun Jinghong, who had been poised to make her next move, felt her hand tremble, causing the chess piece to clatter onto an incorrect square.
“Indeed, what’s amiss? Though, it’s quite understandable; Daoist Zhou’s father had fretted endlessly over her marriage. Now, his deepest desires have been fulfilled, and he has gained a son-in-law.”
Oblivious to his sister’s sudden perturbation, Jun Qianmo merely continued his gossiping.
A sharp ‘Zheng!’ sound abruptly cut off Jun Qianmo’s rambling.
Before his eyes, Jun Jinghong had drawn her Grand Void Sword. Its blade shimmered with a chilling light, exuding an aura of palpable killing intent. “Son-in-law?” she uttered, the word laced with venom.
Jun Jinghong, her fury so profound it twisted into a bitter laugh, slowly rose to her feet. She then tore through the grand gates, and, under Jun Qianmo’s utterly astonished gaze, launched herself into the sky on her sword, a force utterly beyond interception.
“What the f***? What just happened?”
Jun Qianmo stood there, a picture of utter bewilderment, while Jun Jinghong had already vanished from the sect’s bounds, soaring directly towards the Immortal Jade Pavilion.
Whoosh!
Her sword left a dazzling arc, like a rainbow cleaving the boundless sky.
The fierce winds whipped Jun Jinghong’s long hair around her, revealing a face of exquisite, ethereal beauty, further enhanced by a hint of heroic resolve. Her sharp, sword-like eyebrows framed eyes that glittered like distant stars, and her solemn expression was imbued with an undeniable, chilling killing intent.
This was the true Jun Jinghong, a woman whose prowess rivaled any man, serving as the Grand Void Sword Son of the Grand Void Sword Pavilion and recognized as one of the Crow Feather Region’s emerging powerhouses.
‘Son-in-law? Dream on. At the grand assembly thirty years ago, our thirty-year pact was sealed, and it hasn’t expired! You explicitly vowed to marry me if you were defeated. Now, after merely a few years of secluded cultivation, you scoundrel are actually getting married?!’
Yet, as Jun Jinghong soared through the sky on her sword, her myriad strands of dark hair streamed behind her, and the wide hems of her robes snapped violently in the wind. On her exquisitely beautiful face, her eyes, sharp as cold stars, gazed down upon the mountains and rivers below, a profound and chilling killing intent taking root in her heart.
‘If you dare to deceive me, I will sever all mortal ties with a single stroke of my blade and dedicate myself to cultivating the Heartless Sword Dao. And on the day my sword dao reaches its zenith, I shall use you as a sacrifice to temper my sword!’
Jun Jinghong accelerated her flight. Her sudden emergence from seclusion and swift trajectory towards the Immortal Jade Pavilion were witnessed by numerous cultivators, and the news consequently rippled across the entire Qiyuan Realm in an instant.
Indeed, just as she formally reached the border of the Immortal Jade Pavilion’s sphere of influence, a male cultivator found himself in Jun Jinghong’s path.
“I am Xu Pingjun of the Sword Sect, and I wish to spar and discuss the Dao with the Grand Void Sword Son.”
Witnessing Jun Jinghong’s swift approach on her sword, Xu Pingjun felt an surge of excitement. After all, the Grand Void Sword Son was renowned as a formidable sword cultivator of this era, having famously attained the title of Sword Saint at the Yan Province Sword Arts Tournament.
Indeed, the previous generation’s Sword God, the Green Lotus Sword God, was a revered figure capable of matching the future Red Cloud Sword Immortal in battle, and a source of immense pride for the Crow Feather Region.
And the Grand Void Sword Son was none other than the new generation’s Sword Saint—his very idol!
As Jun Jinghong glanced at the figure before her, she naturally recognized him. However, at this moment, she had absolutely no desire to engage. The mere thought of Xian Yuan’s impending marriage ignited a blazing fury within her.
“Xian Yuan!”
Jun Jinghong’s anger swelled to an uncontrollable tempest, and with a casual, yet forceful, flick of her sleeve, she unleashed her power.
In that instant, a formidable surge of sword intent rippled forth, bearing down directly upon Xu Pingjun with immense pressure.
“Co—!”
Just as Xu Pingjun prepared to draw his sword in defense, the ferocious surge of sword qi effortlessly shredded his protective barrier of sword energy.
Pfft!
A gush of fresh blood erupted from his lips, and he was sent hurtling backward, shattering dozens of trees in his trajectory before vanishing from sight.
“Holy crap, that’s too fierce! Xu Pingjun didn’t even get a chance to use his sword!”
“Too formidable, isn’t it? Such power, I doubt anyone present could withstand it.”
The gathered cultivators erupted into a clamor of astonished discussion.
Jun Jinghong, however, paid no heed to their chatter, soaring onward without a pause.
As he watched Jun Jinghong’s retreating figure, Xu Pingjun’s eyes gleamed with a fervent admiration. “I will most certainly grow stronger!” he vowed aloud.
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