The dust had barely settled.
The sky still shimred with residual qi, and the scent of ozone lingered in the air. Cultivators across the city were still talking, still stunned, still replaying the final clash between Feng Yun and Liang Fei in their minds.
But Feng Yun stood calmly, his spear resting against his shoulder, his robes fluttering gently in the breeze. His expression was unreadable — neither proud nor arrogant, just quietly resolute.
Just as he was about to go inside his house, two figures descended from the sky.
Their presence was subtle, but the pressure they carried was unmistakable. Sword intent radiated from their bodies like invisible blades, sharp enough to make the air tremble.
The crowd parted instinctively.
These were not ordinary cultivators.
They were elders of the Eternal Sword Sect.
The first was Elder Jian Wu — tall, lean, with silver hair tied in a warrior’s knot. His eyes were calm, but piercing.
The second was Elder Han Yue — broader, with a quiet deanor and a gaze that seed to weigh souls.
They landed before Feng Yun, hands clasped respectfully.
"Feng Yun," Elder Jian Wu said, his voice deep and steady. "Your performance today was extraordinary. You’ve shown talent, composure, and strength beyond your years."
Feng Yun nodded politely. "Thank you."
"We are the inner court elders of the Eternal Sword Sect." Elder Han Yue stepped forward. "We’ve discussed it. The Eternal Sword Sect would be honored to have you as a direct disciple."
A murmur rippled through the crowd.
A direct disciple?
That was no small offer. It ant access to the sect’s core techniques, personal guidance from elders, and a position of prestige that most cultivators could only dream of.
Elder Jian Wu continued, "You would be given a personal courtyard in the inner sect, access to the Sword Saint Pavilion, and the right to challenge for the sect’s legacy techniques. We would even waive the entry trials."
Feng Yun remained silent.
Elder Han Yue added, "We understand you are not a sword cultivator. But that does not matter. Your talent alone qualifies you. We are willing to adapt our teachings to suit your spear path."
The crowd buzzed again.
This was unprecedented.
Feng Yun finally spoke.
"I appreciate the offer. Truly. But I must decline."
Silence.
Elder Jian Wu blinked. "May I ask why?"
"As you said before, the Eternal Sword Sect focus on sword cultivators, i am not sword cultivator. Moreover, i don’t wish bound by rules and limitations."
Elder Han Yue frowned slightly. "Even freedom has limits. A sect offers protection, resources, and growth."
Feng Yun smiled faintly. "I don’t need anyone’s protection or resources."
The crowd gasped.
The elders exchanged glances.
Elder Jian Wu nodded slowly. "Very well. We will not press you. But know this — our doors remain open. Should you ever seek a place to sharpen your blade, the Eternal Sword Sect will welco you."
Feng Yun bowed respectfully. "That, I will rember."
The elders turned and departed, their robes trailing sword intent like whispers in the wind.
...
Coming back inside, Feng Yun and girls once again sat down together.
"You have beco stronger again." Leng Yuexi looked at Feng Yun with questioning look and asked. "How do you cultivate so fast? Not only you, Sister Mingxi’s cultivation is also rising very fast. How?"
"Do you want to know?"
"Yes!"
"It might sound uncomfortable to you."
"Just tell ." Leng Yuexi asked seriously.
"Well if you want to know so badly." Feng Yun revealed a sly smirk then he looked at Zhao Mingxi and said. "Mingxi, can tell her the secret of our fast cultivation thod?"
Zhao Mingxi’s paused, she gave him an angry look, "tell it yourself? Hmph."
She knew that he was talking about the dual cultivation, she and Leng Yuexi were not so familiar, she felt shy to talk about her sex life with her.
Feng Yun smirked and said, "I am a dual cultivator."
"Huh, dual cultivator? What is that?" Leng Yuexi looked confused at first. Her brows slightly furrowed as she tried to recall if she had heard the term before.
"Oh, you haven’t heard of dual cultivation, rging yin and yang."
Feng Yun leaned back casually, his arm lazily draped over the backrest of the chair beside Zhao Mingxi. His smirk didn’t fade. "It ans I cultivate through yin energy. To put it simply... I grow stronger by engaging in intimate dual cultivation with won who possess yin bodies."
Leng Yuexi’s eyes widened as the words sank in. "W-Wait... you an...?" She looked between Feng Yun and Zhao Mingxi, her mouth slightly agape.
Zhao Mingxi blushed, lowering her head and she gave a cold gaze to Feng Yun.
"You’re not joking?" Yuexi asked in disbelief. Her heart pounded as her mind tried to process it.
"I am not joking, I do practice dual cultivation. Though i can also practice normally, but i like dual cultivation more."
Feng Yun chuckled. "Yes. Every ti we cultivate together, our cultivation bases improve. It’s not only pleasurable, but incredibly effective... especially if the woman has a strong or special physique."
Leng Yuexi’s expression flickered between shock, curiosity, and sothing else—sothing unspoken. "That... sounds unbelievable."
"It does, but you’ve seen the results with your own eyes," Feng Yun said calmly, sipping his tea. "This world is vast and filled with countless cultivation thods. Dual cultivation has existed since ancient tis, but it’s often misunderstood—or misused."
Yuexi fell into silence for a mont, digesting the truth. She had heard of demonic dual cultivators, ones who hard their partners. But seeing Zhao Mingxi sitting there, clearly healthy and even more beautiful than before, it was obvious that whatever Feng Yun was doing, it wasn’t harming her.
"Sister Mingxi... is this true?" Yuexi asked quietly.
"Yes." Mingxi nodded quietly.
Yuexi’s heart beat faster. She didn’t know why. Was it jealousy? Envy? Or curiosity?
"But how did you even co across this thod?" she asked, her voice softer now, laced with uncertainty.
Feng Yun smiled. "By accident."
"What?!" Leng Yuexi blinked in disbelief.
He chuckled and leaned a bit closer, eyes gleaming with mischief. "What? You want to try it?"
"No!" Leng Yuexi snorted, but a soft blush colored her cheeks. She turned her face away quickly, hiding the fluster that crept up her neck. "I was just asking casually... I didn’t expect such a perverted answer."
Zhao Mingxi bit her lip to stifle a laugh, finding Yuexi’s reaction both amusing and familiar.
Feng Yun raised a brow. "Perverted? I call it enlightened."
Leng Yuexi glared at him, but the flush on her cheeks betrayed her. "Enlightened my foot. You make it sound so... shaless."
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