"How do you feel?" Yun Wuji waited until she had completely regained her senses before speaking.
Hua Qingying didn't answer right away. She stared at him in a daze for a moment, then finally said, "What was that?"
The shock in her heart was beyond words. To think that with just a wisp of his sword aura, he could send her consciousness away. Even if she had allowed it, it was still something unbelievable. But what truly shook her was the vision she saw, that sword shadow...
"What did you see?" Yun Wuji smiled at her. It was strangely satisfying to watch her usually cold face display such a range of expressions. It was actually kind of cute.
"A sword." Hua Qingying stood up, steadying her emotions. Ever since she met this man, he had never stopped shocking and amazing her. By now, just like everyone else before her, she had started to develop some resistance to it.
"The name of my profound art is Limitless Sword Art. Its core lies in tempering the heart and mind to forge a sword heart. The sword you saw was the prototype of your own sword heart," Yun Wuji said calmly with a faint smile. "The day it becomes a real sword will be the day you reach great completion in this art."
In the past, he never had a specific sword art, simply because he never needed one. No, he did have a few, like the Three Layered Sword Waves or that Free Style Sword he used long ago, but those were just casual techniques he created on a whim. Most of the time, he relied solely on his sword intent, which stood at the very peak of the sword path.
In the past few months, knowing that Hua Qingying would be coming to seek him, he spent a few hours each day creating this technique. With his frightening genius, any technique that demanded such 'great' effort from him was, without a doubt, an extraordinarily powerful one.
"Limitless Sword Art?" Hua Qingying murmured the name of this otherworldly technique. At the same time, she couldn't help but wonder where it came from. Could it be the inheritance of a great True God from the past, or perhaps something left behind by a Creation God or a Devil Emperor?
"Yes, Limitless Sword. After cultivating this art, the form of your sword intent will become limitless. It can transform into anything and remain unbound by any form of constraint," Yun Wuji said confidently, clearly pleased by her awed expression. As he raised his palm, a small silver sword appeared. It was a miniature heavy sword, adorned with exquisite golden patterns along the hilt and both sides of the blade.
"This is my Limitless Sword. When you reach the peak, you will have your own as well."
Hua Qingying looked at the sword with a calm face, though her eyes were fixed on it with intense focus.
"Alright, now clear your thoughts and mind. I will be imparting this art to you." Yun Wuji closed his palm, and the tiny sword faded. He stretched out his index finger and touched her forehead. The moment he did, he felt her body trembling. "Since I have decided to teach you, it means I believe in both your talent and your character."
"As long as you put your heart into it, you will certainly achieve your goal." As he spoke, a light flashed from his finger, and he pulled it away from her forehead.
Hua Qingying stood still, eyes closed, focusing on comprehending the new profound art in her mind.
"You can stay here to cultivate. I'll come back to check on you later," Yun Wuji said, then left.
Hua Qingying didn't move, remaining in the same spot for hours. When she finally opened her eyes, a complex expression crossed her face. This Limitless Sword Art was far more profound and powerful than any technique she had ever encountered. Not even the arts of Mo E, a Creation God, came close in comparison.
Silently, she brought her hand to her forehead, feeling the spot where his finger had touched earlier. Letting out a long sigh, Hua Qingying waved her hand, forming a massive sword formation. She then sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and entered a deep meditative state.
...
On the way, Hei Xiaolian, who had been watching their interaction, snickered. "You really never cease to amaze me. You sure know how to advance and retreat, heh."
She had been observing how he acted with Hua Qingying and the other women. With each one, his approach was different, carefully tailored to them.
Helian Lingzhu, for example, received the attention and sweet, romantic feelings she had longed for and fantasized about. She was a pure, innocent girl with a flawless heart, completely head over heels for him.
On the other hand, Shenwu Qing and Shenwu Youluan were more or less the same type of women. Yun Wuji had been somewhat touchy with them, pushing boundaries just enough to tease their hearts without causing panic. The insidious part was that he managed to make Shenwu Qing the one to take the final step herself.
On the other hand, Hua Qingying was the cold type, only just beginning to open up. She was curious about Yun Wuji, and though she didn't realize it herself, he had already silently and subtly invaded her heart. She remained unaware of her own feelings. Yun Wuji was taking things slowly, teasing her in just the right way, leaving her confused while making her feel a deep, unspoken longing for more.
"Everything comes with experience," Yun Wuji said casually.
By the time Yun Wuji returned, half a day had already passed. As soon as he landed in front of his house, Meng Xuanjue, who had been waiting persistently, stepped forward and said, "Lord Yun Wuji."
"Please reconsider my offer. I am truly showing all my sincerity in inviting you. If you have any demands, as long as they are within my power, I am willing to fulfill all of them," she said, her tone far more urgent than before. Even she didn't understand why she felt this way. Seeing him go somewhere with Hua Qingying twisted her heart with jealousy and envy.
Why did that woman always get all the good men, while she was stuck with that bastard who only had eyes for Hua Qingying, treating her with such indifference despite her giving him two sons?
Truth be told, he wasn't only cold to Meng Xuanjue but to almost all his concubines, except for the last one he had taken.
Right now, the fire of jealousy made her want Yun Wuji even more. She wanted, for once, to take this man away from Hua Qingying!
"She said it! She said it!" Hei Xiaolian yelled, watching the show. Her voice was so loud it woke the sleeping Hong'er.
"Shut up! You're ruining my beauty sleep!" Hong'er said, rubbing her sleepy eyes in annoyance.
Like a politician facing accountability, Hei Xiaolian immediately shut her mouth and shrank into the corner. She was still traumatized by the little redhead's poisonous tongue.
"Don't be angry, sleep, sleep," Li Suo whispered soothingly, suppressing a smile as she brushed Hong'er's vermillion hair. She might not have many memories of her past self, but she still remembered that Hong'er was her adoptive daughter. When Yun Wuji was busy, it was her who took care of both Hong'er and You'er.
"Hmm," Hong'er murmured, slowly closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep, clutching a sword larger than herself in her tiny arms.
Shaking his head inwardly, Yun Wuji turned his attention back to Meng Xuanjue. He stepped closer, reached out, and touched her face, asking with a smirk, "You really are ready to do anything?"
"..." Meng Xuanjue froze in place the moment she felt his intimate and inappropriate touch. Yet, for some reason she couldn't comprehend, she didn't push him away and remained rooted to the spot.
Yun Wuji's hand caressed her face gently. His fingers moved to her mouth, brushing against her plump, kissable, crimson lips. Before she could react, two of his fingers entered her mouth, teasing her tongue as he spoke, "My demand is not excessive… hmm, should I call you Your Majesty, or use your name?"
"Honestly, I'd feel more comfortable calling you Xuanjue. What do you think?"
Meng Xuanjue didn't seem to hear his words. Her heart pounded faster than ever before, and she subconsciously reached to hold his hand but couldn't find the strength to pull it away. Her body felt strange and numb, yet at the same time, it felt unexpectedly good.
Yun Wuji continued to play with her tongue, his fingers slick with her saliva. Her face was turning bright red, a trail of saliva sliding down her chin. Her eyes stared at him in a daze as he leaned closer and said, "I've been feeling uncomfortable lately. Why don't you help me, Xuanjue?"
He hadn't used any of his techniques yet, but she was already melting from his touch. Was this woman really that into him?
"!!!" Meng Xuanjue's eyes widened as she shook her head frantically. There was no way she would cheat on her husband. It wasn't out of loyalty, but because she was far too afraid of the consequences!
"Don't misunderstand. I'm not asking you to go that far," Yun Wuji whispered, biting her ear. "I only want you to use your mouth. This can't be considered cheating, right?"
This woman had the gall to assassinate Meng Kongchan's most beloved son and even kill his cherished concubine. There was no way she wouldn't have the nerve to put a green hat on her husband. She just needed the right push.
"..." Meng Xuanjue's pupils shrank, yet for some reason, she didn't refuse. She stared into his eyes, seeing her own reflection, and in the end, she didn't shake her head.
Yun Wuji withdrew his fingers from her mouth, brought them to his lips, and licked them. "As expected of a glamorous woman like you, even your saliva is so sweet. Now I feel like getting more."
He had already seen through her. This woman longed for a man who could speak so flirtatiously to her, disrespect her slightly, and be a little forceful. Of course, not just any man could qualify. It had to be someone she had imagined herself being with.
Meng Xuanjue's eyes followed him as he licked his fingers, his gaze on her unrestrained and hungry. Then, to her shock, he leaned closer, cupped her face, and claimed her lips!
His tongue slipped through the gap between her teeth, intertwining with hers. With her mind already completely numb, Meng Xuanjue no longer thought of anything else. Her body moved on its own, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back.
Their tongues wrestled against each other in a deep, passionate kiss, exchanging saliva. Meng Xuanjue clutched his hair, pulling him tightly toward her, while her other hand caressed his impossibly handsome face, as if committing every perfect feature to memory.
When they finally pulled apart, a long, transparent string of saliva connected them. Meng Xuanjue leaned against his chest, her breath short, her soft and voluptuous body pressed tightly against his.
...
If you'd like to support me and read chapters in advance, feel free to check out my Patreon:
https://patreon.com/ImmortalCockroach