Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 883 - 457: The Twin Beauties of Qingtang

Tie Dan’s eyes weren’t blind; he could obviously see that the Lady Gouyi in the scroll was none other than Yun Jiangli herself.

But if you think about it, she indeed had a point.

After all, this treasure wasn’t something she hadn’t risked her life for, infiltrating the Immortal Palace, laboring away in the Shanglin Garden to earn. It wasn’t just her effort, there was hardship too, so of course she deserved a share.

Now, this hard-earned money had been hidden by the Tian Gang scoundrel for years, finally resurfacing. It’s only reasonable for the one who toiled back then to appear personally and demand her share.

Of course, expecting Tie Dan to spit out what’s already in his mouth wasn’t likely to happen.

Draw your sword.

So Tie Dan drew his sword.

Seeing that no words had even started, the two from the Qingtang Sect saw that a sword was drawn and exchanged glances. They thought that the Yun Tai Eight Diagrams were indeed true, that this Sword Sect Leader was a reckless fool who didn’t understand reason, and as senior Mystic Sect sisters, they should properly educate him.

Thus, Chu Ruowei chuckled sweetly, raised her foot to flick the sash wrapped around her waist, and it unfolded like a colorful cloud, wrapping around the scroll and holding it, as she compared it with the person beside her, giggling,

"Oh, it truly captures three-tenths of the charm. The palace’s painter truly possesses exquisite skills, capturing such celestial beauty and immortal grace onto the scroll with remarkable penmanship.

Would you truly be willing to return it, dear friend? Why not keep it for yourself to admire from time to time?"

Tie Dan cupped his hands,

"Destiny is preordained by the heavens. If it’s mine, no one can take it; if it’s not, why force it, let it return to its rightful owner."

Chu Ruowei smiled softly, raising the scroll in her hand,

"How do you know this isn’t your destiny either?"

Seeing her Junior Sister becoming more out of line, Yun Jiangli gave her a glance, maintaining her aloof and pure demeanor, with a voice as clear as spring water, breaking in with a soft echo,

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for returning this keepsake. I sensed that an unfinished karma remained, and now that it’s been resolved, I shall take my leave."

"Sister, please wait."

Having just met, how could these two leave so soon? Chu Ruowei quickly came up, wrapped an arm around Yun Jiangli’s orchid waist, and brought their faces close, forming a pair of unmatched beauties, brilliant as a pair of celestial fairies,

"As the saying goes, it takes a hundred years of practice to cross the river in the same boat. A meeting is destiny. If you don’t mind, let us rest on your boat temporarily, Fellow Daoist.

I’ll brew a pot of fine tea, we can chat about cultivation insights, and enjoy the moon and wind together. What say you?"

"Ruowei, it’s impolite to behave so, wouldn’t this disturb our friend’s cultivation?"

Yun Jiangli also gazed at Tie Dan, her eyelashes fluttering, seeming to ripple like autumn water, subtly stirring the heart.

Fen Yun, "Oh my..."

That useless person on the mast couldn’t even handle a single glance from her. Although Tie Dan knew it was probably due to the charm effect of the Primordial Spirit Method, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes impatiently,

"You don’t need to put on airs here and speak nonsense, just bring out whatever you have; I’ll take it on."

"Sister, see? He is willing to face us both, why refuse, let’s go together."

"You little girl, alright then."

The two women smiled gently as well, their immortal shadows flashing as they boarded the boat together.

Yun Jiangli landed gracefully like an immortal descending to earth, her wide sleeves brushing over the boat’s side like icy mist, carrying a fragrance like orchid and musk that pervaded the ship’s side. Three zhang apart, she exchanged glances with Tie Dan without haste, her hand forming an orchid flower finger gesture, her voice melodious like silk and bamboo, her eyes deep as a pool, simultaneously assessing and inviting.

"Wouldn’t dare to teach. For long I’ve admired the renowned Beichen Sword Dao and yearned for its acquaintance. The moon is full, the night is just right, how about a sword match?"

"Be cautious, Fellow Daoist, my Senior Sister’s Supreme Forget Love Technique has a thousand years of Daoist practice, reaching its peak, it would be unfortunate if you get hurt."

Chu Ruowei landed lightly beside him, sitting on the mast to watch the fight, as her dress billowed, revealing her snow-white calves with a crescent-like curve, making the hanging Fen Yun dry-mouthed and burning with desire.

If Tie Dan wasn’t fond of appreciating the moon and wind, he certainly didn’t mind a sword duel. Since they came aboard to seize the ship, he naturally had to show his skills, to determine victory and prove superiority.

But since the other party had introduced themselves and issued a challenge, Tie Dan couldn’t just unleash a Beichen Sword Energy and slay them.

"Alright, Beichen Sword Technique, please enlighten me."

At that moment, Tie Dan also formed a sword gesture, using his right hand’s forefinger and middle finger as a sword, condensing a blue-white sword light about three inches long at his fingertips.

And Yun Jiangli pursed her lips slightly, condensing a path of White Qi at her fingertips, advancing lightly, with her skirt’s slit revealing her long, full jade legs with every step, those clear as jade, lamb fat-like white skin appearing in and out, as if emitting a faint glow and naturally drawing attention, leading one’s gaze straight to beneath the mysterious and inviting, fluttering like wind, and airy like gauze hem.

"Oh oh oh..."

Needless to say, Fen Yun already began trembling and bleeding from his nose.

Even Tie Dan couldn’t help but frown.

The Qingtang Sect truly has something.

With natural charm in every gesture, the entire body radiates Primordial Spirit Divine Light, captivating with a single frown or sigh.

It’s no exaggeration to say, in a sense, the entire body has been refined into a sword itself.

After all, when masters face off, life and death hang by a thread. Everyone’s power is similar, and once Mystic Sect Qi Technique is refined to its peak, they’re almost equal. But having an enchantment at hand, a wiggle of the hips and a flash of the thighs can unsettle the heart, distract the gaze, and wouldn’t that be an advantage in sword fighting?

Don’t talk about how as long as one has a firm Daoist Heart and avoids lust, viewing beauty as skeletons can resist it. Ultimately, the love for beauty is universal, and good looks are an innate advantage. Wielding a sword to chop demons and monsters is certainly more swift than striking handsome men and beautiful women.

"Supreme Flying Rainbow!"

Indeed, not even Tie Dan can escape the commonplace, as his gaze lingered on her thigh for too long. Thus, in that moment of distraction, he exposed a weakness, allowing Yun Jiangli to seize the initiative with a sword strike, flying forward to point directly between his brows.

"Beichen Lightning!"

Luckily, Tie Dan had the ability to respond instantly due to his preparation, having focused on ’watching’ the thighs all along. He observed the opposite’s jade leg curling, lotus foot tapping, immediately reacted, and flicked a sword energy to block Yun Jiangli’s sword path.

But after all, it wasn’t a life-or-death sword fight, so both sides primarily tested each other with the first move. Thus, Yun Jiangli wasn’t in a rush to fight desperately; she projected her Qi through her fingers, connecting lightly with Tie Dan’s sword energy. Both parties gathered their Qi and faced off, trying a shallow move before separating, flashing back to either side of the ship’s rail, emerging as twin phantom images. Then, they simultaneously tapped their toes on the ground, swiftly returning to attack, continuing the engagement.

"Clap, clap, clap"

At once, the sound of Qi Explosions and tunneling erupted. Sword fingers and palms combined, clashing through space, with palm strength, sword power, and finger force echoing in competition, shadows entangled, remnants shimmering. Amidst the sword whistle and Qi Explosions reverberation, Tie Dan and Yun Jiangli repeatedly engaged on the deck, with instant body, shifting and changing position, flying gallivanting, pointing sword duels, leaving a vast array of leaping swirling residual images with a glance. It seemed there lay a couple of immortal lovers in a cultivation method scroll, sword manual finger technique book, facing off in competitive moves. Their postures were otherworldly, unparalleled, elegantly extraordinary, as if dancing en bloc.

In such a blink of an eye, both sides shifted and flowed, battling through about fifty moves, leaving behind a hundred immortal shadows before pausing Qi, breaking off, and each standing at opposite sides of the rail.

As the residual shadows faded into obscurity, a crisp "tear" was heard, and Yun Jiangli’s ample sleeve and flowing immortal skirt couldn’t withstand the sword power’s ravage, publicly tearing in layers, scattering down and trailing at the waistline. Exposing lotus arms and fragrant shoulders to the point that Yun Jiangli’s beautiful eyes momentarily fluttered, cheeks flared, having to lift her hand to cover her chest, turning sideways,

"Fellow Daoist, your sword power is extraordinary, not in vain of its reputation, my thanks."

But Tie Dan couldn’t help but furrow his brow, no longer glancing at the legs. He stared at his own right hand, where a red line of green vein surged out like a long serpent stretching down to the elbow.

"Supreme Forget Love Technique..."

This sword duel, he was defeated!

No, Tie Dan certainly wasn’t holding back; that Beichen Sword energy wasn’t meant for tearing clothes! Just now, his every move aimed straight at the opponent’s vital points, intending to bore a hole through their body!

Yet how did this back-and-forth exchange of strikes result in Tie Dan losing!

Not only was every wave of sword energy scattered by the opponent’s finger force, unable to leave a sword mark on them, but he was counterattacked, with his meridians wounded by the finger force!

Impossible!

Although Tie Dan indeed spared some Qi Power, not fighting desperately due to a clash of swords and theory, leaving three points of Qi in reserve. But his Beichen Sword energy had already merged with Nine Luminaries Unification!

Even if the opponent had similarly refined their Qi Technique to Nine Qi Peak, it shouldn’t have been so easy to break his Qi Sword! Unless...

Unless this woman! Certainly possesses more than a thousand years of Daoist, such power possibly extends beyond three thousand cultivation and more! The girl is indeed an old Mystic Sect disguised as tender grass!

"Who exactly are you, with such formidable techniques? Why have I never heard your name on the nine great Immortals List!"

At this moment, with his right hand impaired, Tie Dan was suddenly alert, with sword energy rebounding around, and sword light like a sphere protecting his body.

Yun Jiangli didn’t respond, instead flipping her delicate wrist, pinching her orchid fingers, creating a cloud around her. Those torn pieces of skirt remarkably gathered up, weaving mist-like encirclement around her, protecting her like a living being. These garments covering and protecting her were actually the manifestation of Yun Jiangli’s True Qi, transformed by her power!

"Hehe."

Sitting on the mast, Chu Ruowei watched the scene, playfully teased while swinging her foot,

"What are you talking about, Fellow Daoist. Our sisterhood being the top of the nine great Immortals is a matter of many years ago.

But since it’s a visit to the Sword Sect Leader, how could we lose our manners? Naturally, I had to ask our Qingtang Sect Master to personally act."

This person is actually the Qingtang Sect Master!?

Looking at Yun Jiangli in front of him, now dressed again, reclaiming her aloof and unattainable demeanor, with soaring immortal beauty, and showing not a trace of seduction, Tie Dan couldn’t help but be surprised.

But it’s known in the world of cultivators that at its core, the strong are revered. In a Mystic Sect, those who can become Sect Leaders, and Sect Masters aren’t necessarily the ones with the highest realm or the oldest, but they are almost certainly the most capable fighters on the mountain. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to establish dominance and protect the sect.

Though the Qingtang Sect hasn’t been classified among the nine major sects, its strength as a Immortal Sect of the Wangwu Mountain line, with the largest number of female cultivators in the Northern sect, means its comprehensive power is absolutely not to be underestimated. At least, it’s far stronger than the currently declining Sword Sect.

Indeed, ultimately, it was his lack of experience and shallow qualifications, being unaware of the secret knowledge and intelligence within the Mystic Sect. Had he paid more attention to gossip, and known the Qingtang Sect Master looked like this, he probably wouldn’t have overestimated his abilities and challenged her to a sword duel. This time, he ended up being outplayed by her...

Yet as it turns out, a proud Sect Master indeed personally arrives to demand the treasure...

Uh, it also seems quite reasonable, doesn’t it, given that what’s hidden in the ship is crucial for sect development, worth being personally escorted by the Sect Leader, and a prize to be won.

"So you are the Qingtang Sect Master, I’ve long heard of your esteemed name, loud and clear. The sword discussion is over, without other business it’s time to bid farewell."

Hence, Tie Dan both played it off and quickly channeled Blood Jade Divine Skill to heal and repair meridians secretly, guarding against the opponent seizing the opportunity to strike from both sides.

Who could have anticipated that Chu Ruowei would not come onboard to attack or seize the ship, but rather she laughed merrily and said,

"Outstanding talents, young and successful, Qi vigor like a rainbow, Dao power at its peak. If Senior Sister personally tests it, is satisfied."

Being nudged by her Junior Sister, Yun Jiangli’s face slightly flushed, her pearly teeth bit down, cherry lips parted lightly, and she softly invited,

"Brother Xuantian, renowned throughout the region, I have grown fond. Wish to recommend a pillow seat, share a golden goblet, and explore the Great Dao together."

Tie Dan, "Not thirsty, thank you."