Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 513 - 402

Yet her fingers didn’t quite touch, and through the gaps, she could clearly see the posture of her two masters.

Hey... Isn’t Second Master just away for nearly half a month? Why is First Master so anxious?

Could it be that Second Master has encountered some major trouble? But why won’t First Master tell me? I just can’t figure it out.

Hua Menghuang’s face flushed red, and her intelligent mind quickly realized the crux of the matter.

However, as long as the two masters didn’t mention it, she wouldn’t bring it up either. She believed that if there was something she should know, they would tell her.

Yet, watching the two masters embracing each other in front of her, Hua Menghuang couldn’t explain why, but a smile emerged on her face for no apparent reason.

Before them, blossoms bloomed, and fragrance filled the air.

Tall and beautiful, with the Colorful Butterfly Sword at her waist, the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint to outsiders seemed like an unattainable snow lotus, only to be admired from afar, not to be desecrated by closeness.

However, at the moment, she lay submissively against the chest of Hong Yuan, her face flushed with maidenly shyness.

Her breath was as sweet as orchids as she softly and tenderly asked, "Qing, what are your plans for the future?"

As she spoke, her eyes shimmered like autumn waters as she gazed at Hong Yuan.

THUMP THUMP—

Hong Yuan’s heart unexpectedly softened.

Feeling this change, he immediately snapped out of this seductive spell, his pupils suddenly contracting as he was quite shocked.

He was no novice. Whether in his incarnation as Han Jiuming or his incarnation as Ye Gufan, he had encountered beauties like Kun Rong, Han Kui, and Ye Xiner, and had fully invested himself in maintaining those relationships.

But never had he felt such a strong throbbing as in this moment!

"Without a woman in one’s heart, the sword naturally possesses divine power."

Damn it, could I be developing real feelings? Please don’t let me get too caught up in my own act.

My root is Hong Yuan, not Bo Qing!!!

Hong Yuan took a deep breath of cold air, his scalp tingling.

At this moment, he felt that the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint was even more troublesome than the Phoenix Creek Great Saint.

Although a myriad of thoughts tumbled through his mind, Hong Yuan’s expression remained unchanged as he softly said, "I have repaid the grace of the Daxuan Dynasty, and I have no guilt in my heart. From now on, let us just live our lives well."

"As for now, we should prepare for the Spirit Awakening Ceremony in nine months. Even if Menghuang cannot win first place, she must not fall out of the top three."

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「April the tenth.」

The Southern Border of Divine Continent suddenly bustled with activity, especially the Ji Clan.

This was because the eighth-generation ancestor of the Ji Clan was celebrating his five-thousandth birthday and had invited Martial Artists from across the Southern Border!

Living in LuoYing City, Hong Yuan also received such an invitation, and it was among the first batch, showing the high regard in which he was held.

Originally, Hong Yuan did not want to attend in person; he thought of simply sending a gift.

But since the Ji Clan valued him so highly, it would be impolite to refuse.

In some ways, the great achievements he had made on the Cloud Sea battlefield of the Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent had not been overlooked.

"Qing, do you think this green palace dress suits me?"

The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, wearing a beautiful dress, gently turned around in front of Hong Yuan, looking stunningly attractive.

She blinked her bright eyes, seeking Hong Yuan’s opinion.

"Beautiful, Limin is the most beautiful," Hong Yuan said with a smile, nodding.

But then the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint stood there, pondering for a moment, before continuing to pick out dresses.

After a while, she wore a purple silk dress and asked Hong Yuan if it looked good, and he still nodded patiently.

Yet, the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint continued to select dresses...

「Ji Clan inner city.」

The inner city was vast, containing all sorts of terrain, including Purple Bamboo Forests, clusters of lakes, and magnificent palaces.

At this moment, by the shore of a picturesque lake, the scenery was enchanting, with willow branches hanging like smoke, divine trees sparkling, and vibrant flowers blooming, their petals falling like rain and creating waves of fragrance.

Several young Saints of the Ji Clan were strolling and chatting with each other.

"Qing Shang, will that Jiang Yi also attend the old ancestor’s grand banquet? He is nothing but a useless live-in son-in-law, a drag on our Qingying’s future!"

"Exactly. Qingying could have been renowned alongside Limin as the Twin Phoenixes, but because of that waste Jiang Yi, her reputation has plummeted, and she has been stuck at the sixth-rank Martial Saint level. It’s infuriating."

"Alas, it’s Zhong’s fault for insisting on an arranged marriage in this day and age."

"How good it would be if Qingying could break off the engagement. But it’s also Jiang Yi’s fault; as a mere Martial Artist, why doesn’t he know when to advance or retreat?"

"Stop, the more I talk about it, the angrier I get. If Jiang Yi were half as good as Bo Qing, I wouldn’t be so angry!"

Ji Qing Shang, listening to her companion’s words, clenched her fists.

Especially upon hearing the comparisons between Bo Qing and Jiang Yi, her anger only intensified.

In her view, if her sister Qingying had not been burdened by Jiang Yi, even if she couldn’t catch up to the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, she wouldn’t have fallen so far behind.

It wasn’t long before a handsome and valiant young man approached them.

This person’s name was Ye Zhihai, a direct descendant of the Ye Clan, one of the four major families of the Southern Border, and a seventh-rank Martial Saint.

He exuded bursts of Thunder God Brilliance from his body, each strand of his hair sparkling, commanding awe among his Southern Border peers, his power like the noonday sun.

More importantly, he had a complicated past with Hua Qingying!

"Little Sister Qing Shang..." Ye Zhihai, the Martial Saint, looked over, his smile as warm and refreshing as a spring breeze.

And Ji Qing Shang, gazing at Ye Zhihai, the Martial Saint, harbored even deeper resentment towards Jiang Yi.