If he could, he hoped to exist as discreetly as possible within the Imperial Sword Alliance, because perhaps in the entire Xiehe, he might never find another place that suits his heart as well.
Yet, despite his reluctance, he must depart.
Initially, he rely wanted to accumulate Spiritual Energy and wait until he forged a spiritual body to achieve the rank of a grandmaster. Right now, he’s gathered enough Spiritual Energy to ascend to the other shore.
Therefore, he can no longer stay in Tian Nan and must return to Yuanzhou to go into seclusion.
This is also the reason he has to et Zhen Ping’er, because the Imperial Sword Alliance is no longer a trivial affair, but an organization with followers numbering tens of thousands and thousands of swordsn.
While he was in Tian Nan, he could help Zhen Ping’er maintain a steady direction, but with his departure, he is very afraid this operation could spiral out of control, turning him into Tian Nan’s sinner.
Therefore, there are so instructions that must be given: "The original intention of the Imperial Sword Alliance is to bring together those unfortunate people, teach them skills for survival and ans to protect themselves; this is the most fundantal goal of our Imperial Sword Alliance, and this must not change.
I know that now so of the elders internally think that we can advance further, even to replace certain people in controlling this place in Yan Fu City. I hope you don’t get dazzled by the false power in front of you. The major forces in Yan Fu City give way to us by three points because we haven’t touched their core interests, so they concede superficially.
The swordsn of our alliance are essentially still ordinary cultivators who started halfway, fundantally different from the strong soldiers cultivated over generations by the big family clans; this is sothing you must rember."
Though the main instructions ca from Liaoyin, those alluring eyes were evasive, yet no matter how his gaze dodged, there was a fiery glance constantly pursuing him.
This gaze made his mouth dry, so Liaoyin pretended to ask in frustration, "Are you actually listening to what I just said?"
But Zhen Ping’er did not care about the man’s tone, she still stared at the man’s face with eyes seemingly ready to drip with water, pleading: "Can’t you not leave, please?"
At this mont, she was no longer the leader of the Imperial Sword Alliance, nor the widow feared by the tribes of Yan Fu, but like a small pet about to be abandoned.
The innate ability to perceive won’s desires has beco the biggest issue at this mont, because he could feel how reluctant the woman was inside, and Liaoyin couldn’t even say a word in response, he simply turned his head away silently.
Thus expressing his determination to leave.
Zhen Ping’er, sensing Liaoyin’s determined intent from his actions, gained so inexplicable courage, stepped forward to cup his eyes, and forcibly turned his head straight again.
"If you must leave, can you... can you give one ti!"
Zhen Ping’er held Liaoyin’s face, foolishly saying: "Ever since the first ti I saw you, I’ve wanted you. All these years, why haven’t you co to claim ?"
Being forced to face the woman, Liaoyin’s gaze was complicated, like a general who has removed his armor.
"Alright... I’ll give it to you."
Perhaps because he couldn’t endure any longer, or perhaps wanting to give the woman a bit more self-protection ability before leaving.
Feeling her soul-deep yearning, Liaoyin ultimately agreed.
Like a moth rushing to the fla, it doesn’t understand what "burning" ans, it can only see the brightness.
The spring breeze, bright moon, and cloudburst at Mt. Wu accompany the soul’s trembling and lantation, as Liaoyin only feels an ocean of Spiritual Energy and Yuan Yang being drained from his body.
A powerful martial artist can sense hidden connections, such as the diligent Liaoyin who for years dared not touch Zhen Ping’er, not only because of the woman’s excessive desire but also because of a deep-seated fear.
This inexplicable fear has been warning Liaoyin that claiming Zhen Ping’er would result in sothing terrible.
People, you know, are most afraid of encountering such things.
There’s an apple on the table, you may not want to eat it, but if a voice tells you not to eat it, you subconsciously want to taste its flavor.
This hidden connection is more like a hook than a reminder, hooking Liaoyin into surrendering himself just as he was about to avoid it.
[So this is danger, huh?]
The Yin Spirit Qi, absorbed through bloodline power over the years, spilled out as if for free, and the Yuan Yang preserved for countless years gushed out like a fountain.
Even worse, this abnormally rapid loss accompanied an indescribable pleasure.
One would wish it could continue indefinitely.
Yet Liaoyin is ultimately a resolute cultivator, and he quickly realized that if he continues indulgently like this, he would suffer damage on a fundantal level.
Therefore, he gritted his teeth and suppressed the pleasure, shouting: "Get down, get down quickly!"
Sadly, under the Tongming Sword Body’s perception, the woman riding atop him had her consciousness completely obliterated by pleasure, turning into a blank slate.
In just a few breaths, Liaoyin lost over ten thousand strands of Yin Spirit Qi and a large amount of Yuan Yang, yet this astonishing loss didn’t seem to satisfy Zhen Ping’er, who clung to him like an octopus, her absorption growing even tighter.
Actually, if Liaoyin was ruthless enough, just by unleashing so techniques, he could slice the woman into several pieces.
Once the person is dead, how would Spiritual Energy and Yuan Yang continue to flow away?
But unfortunately, this person is Liaoyin, and after yelling to no avail several tis, he seed to resign himself to fate, making no further moves, turning his head upward with closed eyes, spreading his arms wide, letting his extraordinary Spiritual Energy and Yuan Yang drain away.
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