Chapter 251: Age Doesn't Matter in Cultivation
As Luo Wusheng's thoughts drifted away, his mind swirled with various fleeting ideas.
The illusion of the Sword Enlightenment Incense slowly unfolded, but even in this hazy state, he could still enjoy the gentle care of the young lady behind him.
To be honest, it felt quite nice.
'...Indeed, I can't let this girl slip away.'
This girl have a stunning beauty on the level of the protagonist's harem, with mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, the peak master of a Sword Sect, and likely a peer to the protagonist's master.
She even had more extensive knowledge of sword cultivation than he did, not to mention access to rare resources.
Most importantly, according to the original story, this girl probably wouldn't have any direct connection to a certain Sword Fairy.
Luo Wusheng felt his path suddenly broadened.
Although their contact had been brief, he believed he could sense some hidden affection from the beautiful fairy holding him.
Things were just progressing a bit too quickly, making it feel slightly unreal...
Maybe his handsome face and undeniable talents were simply too irresistible.
Ahem, or perhaps it was the result of all the intense experiences he'd gone through recently, causing these kinds of illusions to happen more often.
But people need to have dreams, right?
You only get one shot, and Luo Wusheng, who had lived two lifetimes, understood this far too well.
If that little pink fox hadn't run back to the Netherland, he might have taken the time to really explore whether that Netherqueen is bisexual rather than lesbian.
Well, he was already 90% sure of the answer anyway.
As for here...
She was fragrant, soft, and posed no future complications—what reason did he have to refuse?
'If I get the chance, I'll tell her more stories. She clearly enjoys listening. And... don't I still have a few pieces of Star-Moon Jade?...'
Luo Wusheng's thoughts churned.
But at that moment, the illusion from the Sword Enlightenment Incense fully unfolded.
It was as if he had fallen into a dream—an empty, dreamlike space appeared before his eyes, filled with a colorful void.
At this moment, all distracting thoughts were completely stripped away.
His mind focused solely on the sword.
In his heart, a faint image of the pitch-black broken sword emerged, manifesting before him in the illusion.
But Luo Wusheng didn't immediately reach for the hilt.
Instead, he raised his hand and lightly tapped his neck.
…
"So fast..."
Ling Shuangxue's palm gently pressed against Luo Wusheng's forehead, his eyes closed.
A flash of brilliance passed through her eyes.
In just a few seconds since the Sword Enlightenment Incense had been lit, the boy's sword intent had already transformed.
Of course, those few seconds in her perception had likely spanned countless days and nights in the incense's illusion.
Ling Shuangxue let out a soft sigh of relief.
Luo Wusheng's sword intent, which had been swelling, gradually stabilized, entering a steady rhythm and officially beginning to enhance his sword intent.
"This aura... Could it be sword intent derived from the Sword Emperor of the Heavenly Gate?"
Feeling the newly transformed sword intent within the young man, Ling Shuangxue muttered quietly.
Though Luo Wusheng's sword intent had only just evolved, with the massive infusion of pure sword essence, it was becoming more solid, now exuding a hint of an ancient aura, similar to the sword intent written behind the palace's jade throne.
However, there were also distinct differences.
The Sword Emperor's sword intent carried the weight of endless ages, but Luo Wusheng's newly transformed sword intent had a different feeling—one that Ling Shuangxue couldn't fully understand.
It felt as though he had already glimpsed the end of fate itself, carrying a sense of melancholy.
This strange sword intent stirred an unexpected sense of heartache in Ling Shuangxue, prompting her to unconsciously draw closer to him.
But as she did so, she noticed something else.
'What's going on...?'
The sword essence flowing into Luo Wusheng's body seemed to be under some form of control.
The once abundant flow of sword essence had slowed to a trickle.
In this slow progression, the newly transformed sword intent seemed to be changing again.
It was as if it had reached a turning point—its initial melancholic undertone was fading, replaced by an unexplainable sense of obsession...
Can sword intent transform so drastically even after evolving?
Ling Shuangxue, who prided herself on her deep understanding of the way of the sword, was momentarily stunned.
But she soon shook her head lightly, a soft smile forming on her lips.
"...Others may not be able to, but he can."
Though she couldn't quite grasp what insight the young man had gained or what had transpired, Ling Shuangxue felt at ease now.
The transformation of his sword intent was complete, and she could sense that the shift in the sword essence flow was being controlled by his newly transformed sword intent.
The cause of this was unclear, but she trusted that the young man had actively triggered this change.
"Demon Sect's Holy Saint... Luo Wusheng…"
Feeling their bodies still pressed together, Ling Shuangxue murmured softly, showing no sign of resisting this close contact.
Her mind drifted back to the moment when they had passed through the spatial rift, recalling the full contact she had experienced with his body.
The ten breaths of time had been both brief and strangely long, taking her from initial discomfort to full acceptance.
Well, since she had already made up her mind, that level of contact was probably just the beginning... most likely.
Ling Shuangxue briefly reflected on a certain part of the Sword Immortal's story she had read in the past.
For someone like her, once fully focused on sword cultivation, the tales of the Sword Immortal's later life with his partner had become an unexpected reference.
'If we are to become Dao companions... dual cultivation will be necessary, right?' As she pondered this, Ling Shuangxue remembered the firm, heated sensation she had briefly felt in the spatial rift.
Her hand, which had just left Luo Wusheng's forehead, hesitated as it drifted lower, brushing lightly across his handsome face.
Fragments of information she had once heard about him in the Sword Sect flickered through her mind.
"There's really a lot of discrepancies..."
Ling Shuangxue found it hard to reconcile the boy in her arms with the reports she had once read about the Demon Sect's Holy Saint—reports that had initially caused her to lose interest in him entirely.
Perhaps the only clear similarity between the two was their unparalleled talent.
'To have such strength before the age of twenty, and to be able to tell such stories… no one in this world could better fit the description of having a "peerless talent" than him.'
And as for herself...
If someone had told her in the past that one day she would be moved by a young man under twenty, she wouldn't have given the idea a second thought.
But now...
Lifting the boy's head slightly and gazing at his face just inches away, Ling Shuangxue gently pressed her lips to his forehead.
For cultivators, age is never a barrier.
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Note: Link to the character Illustration:
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