Shing!
The energy shot forward—swift, precise—cleanly slicing a chair in half.
Su Xiaobai blinked.
"…So that's it."
Suddenly, Bai Yujian's violent outburst earlier made sense.
She could have just said that!
Without breaking his sword.
Without roasting his entire existence.
Without turning his soul into minced at.
He exhaled.
Whatever. No point in dwelling on it.
Instead, he raised his own hand.
He had already used a technique like this before—
"Sky Splitting Blade."
A technique from the "Seven Moves of Judgnt".
It was literally just colossal Sword Qi—an overwhelming force that could cut through anything.
By moving his hand in an arc, he could unleash a massive edge of energy, severing everything in its path.
But now—
After a few minor adjustnts, he could control it.
He didn't need a full-powered arc anymore.
He could alter its shape, change its trajectory, refine its size—
Sword Qi beca an extension of his spiritual energy.
i i's eye twitched.
She had only just explained the concept.
And this guy was already playing around with variations?!
If she had known he already had 'Sky Splitting Blade', she wouldn't have bothered explaining.
The night continued.
i i moved to the next step.
"Next—Sword Aura."
She leaned forward slightly, her finger tapping the scroll.
"Sword Aura is when Sword Qi is refined into a stable, consistent force."
Su Xiaobai listened carefully.
"Instead of throwing out energy waves, the air around you carries sword-like sharpness at all tis. The mont you draw your sword—"
She gestured with her hands, as if shaping sothing invisible.
"—the battlefield bends to it."
Su Xiaobai nodded.
So it was like Soul Resonance—an ability that exerted dominance over weaker minds.
But unlike Soul Resonance, which was oppressive pressure, this was pure lethality.
It didn't just make people feel weak.
If unfocused, it could actually cut them.
i i gave a small nod.
"Think of it like this."
She lifted a single slender finger.
"Right now, your Sword Qi is focused in your hand, in your attacks. But Sword Aura—"
She gestured outward.
"—is when your entire presence becos a blade."
Su Xiaobai narrowed his eyes.
"You an… spreading it out?"
"Yes."
She pointed to a vase in the corner of the room.
"Try focusing your Sword Qi—not on a weapon, not in your hand, but all around you. Imagine thousands of tiny blades forming in the air."
Su Xiaobai exhaled.
He closed his eyes.
The concept was simple enough.
He let his energy spread outward, coating the air, turning his presence into a field of silent, unseen blades.
Then—
CRASH!
The vase shattered.
Su Xiaobai's eyes snapped open.
i i nodded approvingly.
"If anyone walks into it, they'll feel the oppression of a thousand cutting blades."
Su Xiaobai exhaled slowly.
This—this was actually good!
If perfected, he wouldn't even need to attack.
Simply standing there would be enough to turn enemies into minceat.
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i i gave a small smile.
She had read about these techniques for years but had never practiced them seriously.
anwhile—
Her brother was casually mastering them in minutes.
She wasn't sure if she should feel proud or concerned.
Slash!
Just when i i thought nothing could go wrong — he attempted to refine his Sword Aura, his fingers, previously perfectly intact, were suddenly bleeding.
Su Xiaobai's eye twitched.
"You—"
i i barely had ti to react.
But before she could scold him for being careless—
"Huh?"
Su Xiaobai blinked 'innocently', feigning complete surprise.
i i's sharp gaze narrowed.
Then—
With the tiniest sigh of resignation, she grabbed his injured hand, brought it closer, and leaned down.
Her soft cherry lips pressed lightly against his finger—her warm breath brushing against his skin.
Then—
She sucked.
A slow, natural movent. Instinctive. Thoughtless.
As if she had done this a thousand tis before.
Su Xiaobai blinked.
For a second, he had almost forgotten why he did this in the first place.
"You don't really need to…" His voice ca out lower than expected. "It'll heal on its own."
i i didn't stop.
She simply responded with a casual, "Hmm."
Completely unbothered.
Completely unaware.
She had always done this for him as children—instinctively nursing his wounds whenever he got hurt.
But now—
Now, Su Xiaobai wasn't a child.
His lips twitched slightly.
This had been a small test—a dumb little impulse to see if she still had this habit.
And clearly, she did.
His plan succeeded.
But then—
A second later—
His eyes widened slightly.
'Wait… what the hell am I doing?'
A sudden wave of realization crashed into him.
Why—
Why did he trick her into this?
Why did he feel so satisfied seeing her do it?
Why did his gaze stay too long at the sight of her soft lips pressed against his finger?
i i, still unaware, lifted her head slightly.
"What's with that look?"
Su Xiaobai smiled, "…Nothing."
Nothing at all.
Absolutely nothing.
This was just a dumb habit.
It didn't an anything.
…Right?
There is a devil in every man's heart, lurking beneath reason, waiting for the right mont to rise.
No matter how much it is suppressed, given the right conditions, it will always awaken.
And right now, Su Xiaobai was feeling it.
So hours ago, he had glimpsed i i's bare skin, the bath's mist curling around her delicate fra, water glistening over soft, pale shoulders. He had dismissed it then, shoved it to the back of his mind as nothing—
But now, sitting alone with her in the quiet of the cave dwelling, her presence too close, too warm, that suppressed thought ca creeping back.
His gaze flickered sideways.
She was sitting with casual ease, dressed lightly after her bath, completely unguarded.
And suddenly, his mind whispered a thought he shouldn't have.
Just take her.
Pull her into his lap.
Press her down.
Ravage her beneath him until she shivered and whimpered his na.
His fingers tensed.
The worst part? She wouldn't even resist.
She trusted him.
That was the problem.
Su Xiaobai's jaw clenched.
Thei animalistic impulse?
When had he ever thought of her this way?
This was i i—his sister, his little i i who had always trusted him. He had never once felt this kind of urge toward her before.
But now?
The more he fought it, the more he felt sothing clawing at his restraint.
Sothing foreign. Sothing wrong.
Like an impulse that didn't fully belong to him.
His anger flared.
It had been festering ever since Bai Yujian had humiliated him, but now it felt like it was twisting into sothing uglier.
It wasn't directed at i i.
It wasn't even directed at himself.
It was just there—boiling, suffocating, drowning his usual self-control.
Then—
His vision warped.
For a split second, i i's soft, delicate features changed.
Long black hair. Crimson-red eyes.
Xiao Hei?
Su Xiaobai frowned.
It wasn't i i he had just tricked.
It was Xiao Hei.
A phantom sensation rushed through him—fingers gripping delicate wrists, soft lips trembling beneath his, a body pinned helplessly beneath him.
His heartbeat slamd against his ribs.
mories surged—mories that weren't his.
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"Sword Intent."
i i's voice snapped Su Xiaobai back to reality.
The images vanished. The pressure in his chest eased.
She was still beside him, completely unaware of the storm in his head.
Her fingers moved in the air, forming a thin wisp of glowing energy as she continued.
"It's when the sword becos an extension of your will. You don't even need to swing your sword. If your will is strong enough, the world itself responds…"
i i paused, finally noticing Su Xiaobai's dazed expression.
"…Gege, are you listening?"
Su Xiaobai let out a slow breath.
The shadow was gone.
The red eyes had vanished.
His gaze settled on i i's familiar face, her soft white hair, her clear blue eyes—
Not Xiao Hei.
Not anyone else.
He forced a smirk. "Yes… it was about Sword Intent, right?"
i i narrowed her eyes slightly but didn't push further. Instead, she sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Pay attention..."
Su Xiaobai rubbed his temples.
What the hell was that just now?
Su Xiaobai barely had ti to dwell on it.
Before he knew it, the mont had already slipped away—buried beneath the steady rhythm of i i's voice as she continued.
"The Sword Intent is divided into nine levels…"
Her tone was calm, unhurried, as if discussing sothing ordinary, but the sheer words settled in the air like an unsheathed blade.
She lifted a slender finger, writing the characters in the air with glowing blue Qi, each stroke carrying a faint, cutting pressure.
"Level 1—Cutting Stone."
The most basic level. A single thought, a single swing, and ordinary rock splits like soft clay.
"Level 2—Splitting Trees."
Sword Intent refines further, extending its force. A cultivator at this stage could clear an entire forest with a single strike.
"Level 3—Slicing tal."
Weapons, armor—re obstacles. A proper swordsman at this level could slice through spirit-forged steel as if it were brittle wood.
"Level 4—Severing Rivers."
The sword's will extends beyond physical matter. A swing at full power can cleave through the very flow of water, cutting rivers apart as if striking solid ground.
"Level 5—Cleaving Sky."
A realm where Sword Intent surpasses simple destruction. A cultivator's blade can leave scars in the heavens, cutting through clouds, storms, and even the natural Qi of the world.
"Level 6—Crushing Mountain."
A strike no longer cuts through sothing—it destroys it outright. Mountains that stood for thousands of years crumble beneath the sheer pressure of word Intent.
"Level 7—Law-Breaking Blade."
At this level, the very laws of nature no longer bind the swordsman. A master of this stage can slice through formations, illusions, and spatial restrictions—a cut that ignores reality itself.
"Level 8—Heaven Severing Strike."
A strike so powerful it can split the sky itself, parting storms, warping space, and cutting down divine beings. Those who reach this stage are feared as 'sword saints'—beings who could challenge heaven itself.
"Level 9—Dao-Slaying Blade."
i i paused.
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