The White Jade Sword.
A blade carved by Yue'er herself, a gift from wife to husband...a weapon so pure, so refined, that it defied ti itself.
And yet...the true power of the sword never lay within its craftsmanship.
It lay within the one who resided inside it.
Yingying.
The Immortal Sword Spirit.
She had been dormant for thousands of years, weakened, her strength lost.
And yet...Even in her weakened state.
She didn't allow anyone to wield the sword.
For generations, cultivators tried to claim it.
For centuries, masters tried to subdue it.
But none succeeded.
Until Bai Yujian.
A child drenched in blood, lost in tragedy, grasping onto the sword in desperation.
A girl who should've been too weak.
And yet—
The mont she held the blade, the dormant soul within it reawakened.
She nurtured it.
She fed it her Qi.
And the White Jade Sword once again beca a force to be reckoned with.
If Bai Yujian beca a Sword Saint—
Then even the strongest of empires would tremble beneath her blade.
But—
The White Jade Sword was never ant to exist alone.
The Golden Bow.
Forged from the strings of the heavens itself.
A weapon so terrifying that even the most powerful beings feared it. Unlike the White Jade Sword, which could cut through fate itself...the Golden Bow could rewrite it.
A single pull of its string, a single strike, and an entire continent would cease to exist.
And she knew the Emperor's last words.
Two weapons—ant to be wielded together.
Even Yingying had never seen it with her own eyes.
But she knew of its legend.
The White Jade Sword and the Golden Bow.
Alone, each could topple nations.
But combined—
They could erase the entire Immortal Rain Valley in a single strike.
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That was why Yingying couldn't let it fall into the wrong hands.
She didn't care who tried to claim it.
She didn't care how many empires sought its power.
As long as Su Xiaobai had one, and Bai Yujian had the other—
The balance would remain.
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Inside Su Xiaobai's Spirit Sea...!
A vast, boundless ocean of misty clouds churned endlessly, stretching beyond sight. Ethereal stars floated through the air like lazy fireflies on a divine vacation.
At the center, Su Xiaobai's consciousness hovered—like a flaming marshmallow of destiny—drifting aimlessly over the sea.
"...This again?" he muttered.
He glanced downward—and there it was.
The Nascent Soul.
Curled up like a spiritual dumpling, snoring softly, was what could only be described as a chibi Su Xiaobai. Complete with oversized eyes, a smug expression, and a teeny-tiny peachwood sword clutched in its arms.
"This little gremlin is supposed to regulate my soul energy?" Su Xiaobai blinked. "Looks more like a useless mascot…"
And yet, this adorable abomination was the core of his soul cultivation. As per ancient cultivation law:
- Dantian = Spiritual Qi
- Essence = Life force (i.e., the sacred coom)
- Spirit Sea = Soul & Conciousness
This mini-Su controlled spiritual attacks like Soul-Piercing Howl, and defensive techniques like Heavenly Soul Barrier. When he reached mid-stage, it even unlocked terrifying techniques like:
- Soul Domain: Extend spirit sense like a gossiping auntie across ten thousand li.
- Heart Demon Manifestation: Show your opponent their ex-girlfriend's wedding invitation.
- Soul Reflection Mirror: Show your enemy their worst self… e.g., Liu Zhenhai crying in the shower.
In fact, the last ti Su Xiaobai used that combo on Liu Zhenhai, the guy went full breakdown mode, screaming, "I peaked at 23!! — Sword Fairy is mine!!" before yeeting himself into a graveyard.
That was thanks to Zhu Qing, who graciously donated so of her soul energy (in bed, of course), helping him reach mid-stage Nascent Soul.
But now—disaster!
His Dantian was overflowing with Bai Yujian's heavenly juice—uh, essence—so full it was spiritually throbbing. But his Spirit Sea was slacking off!
He couldn't break through to Soul Fusion Realm because this lazy chibi version of himself refused to wake up!
"…"
He hovered closer, glaring down at the little soul.
"…You freeloading celestial fetus. Get your tiny ass up and cultivate!"
He poked the Nascent Soul.
It snored.
He poked harder.
It farted.
Su Xiaobai scread internally.
"Little guy! Don't make send in another Sword Fairy to motivate you!"
Outside, his physical body was trembling. Cracks were forming on his skin from the excessive buildup of spiritual Qi. He was going to explode. Not taphorically. Literally. Exploding from over-cultivation via dual cultivation.
Was he seriously about to die from too much sex?!
"…No."
He clenched his spirit-fists.
"Su Xiaobai does not die from pussy."
That would be too humiliating!
"I'm not going out like so low-level harem protagonist!"
The Nascent Soul hiccupped. Opened one sleepy eye. Looked up.
"…Mommy?"
"…I'M YOUR DADDY!!"
Su Xiaobai roared, spiritual flas erupting like a pissed-off incense burner. His consciousness trembled violently in the spirit sea, and sowhere, a celestial being definitely choked on their tea.
At that exact mont—
A soft hum echoed in the distance.
Elegant. Ethereal. Bone-chilling.
Bai Yujian's voice.
"…Su Xiaobai? You okay in there?"
Salvation. Deliverance. Mommy 2.0 had arrived.
"Ahhh… Finally!" Su Xiaobai gasped, weeping spiritual tears. "Little guy, our mommy's here! Do sothing cool before we both die!"
He had boldly declared a breakthrough to Soul Fusion Realm, and five seconds later, completely forgot that his Spirit Sea needed more than just a throbbing Dantian full of overcharged coom-energy.
And now?
He was spiritually trapped inside his own sea of consciousness.
Like a cultivator version of forgetting to save your ga before a boss fight.
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Inside the Villa…
Bai Yujian, now fully dressed in a dark, flowing robe embroidered with subtle sword motifs, stood quietly behind Su Xiaobai's body. He sat on the edge of the bed, cross-legged, face frozen in what looked like serene ditation.
But Bai Yujian was no fool.
She had seen it.
That twitch.
That tiny, twitchy corner of his mouth.
That wasn't the face of a man achieving enlightennt.
That was the face of a man spiritually stuck between "Oh no" and "I fucked up."
After considerable hesitation—and a few polite pokes (one of which made his nostril flare)—she decided sothing was off.
Way off.
Finally, she bit the bullet.
With a deep breath, she activated a technique most cultivators wouldn't use casually:
True Spirit Projection.
A shimring wisp of divine light erged from her body, taking on her form—a tiny, spritual Bai Yujian, naked, glowing, and floating gracefully through the air like a smug koi fish with jade feet.
Note: The True Spirit can only be ford after the Soul Fusion stage, in the "Spirit Severing Realm." It's entirely separate from the Nascent Soul or Consciousness—each serves a different purpose. Normally, the True Spirit is used to ascend, sever mortal ties, or battle ancient beasts.
Bai Yujian? She was using hers to check if her man had bricked himself during dual cultivation.
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Inside Su Xiaobai's Spirit Sea…
She arrived.
Floating through the misty heavens of his spirit sea like a sensual soap bubble with murder potential.
And then she saw it.
"…What."
What she saw was not enlightennt.
Not ascension.
Not so ancient immortal inheritance.
But a tiny white fla, twitching furiously next to a sleeping chibi baby version of Su Xiaobai, whose ass was literally sticking up in the air.
And the fla?
Screaming.
Silently.
Pointing at the baby. Pointing at the sky. Pointing at her.
It flared up. It dimd. It spun in circles.
Absolutely livid.
But to Bai Yujian's True Spirit, it was just static.
Like watching a cat trapped in a jar trying to explain quantum physics in Morse code.
"…"
Bai Yujian blinked.
Then narrowed her eyes.
"…Is he throwing a temper tantrum in his own Spirit Sea?"
Yes.
Yes, he was.
The fla began ramming itself against the baby Nascent Soul, shouting inaudible curses.
It was like a ghost on fire trying to slap a newborn.
She squinted.
"…This man is unfit to hold my Yin Essence."
"…"
As if Su Xiaobai heard her judgnt across the barrier of spiritual comprehension, the little fla that was his consciousness started violently flaring—throwing sparks like a toddler having a cosmic ltdown.
"HUSBAND-SLAUGHTER!!"
It raged soundlessly, vibrating with righteous indignation.
Unfortunately, Bai Yujian couldn't hear a single word. Consciousness was the lowest form of spiritual expression—like trying to whisper across realms with a kazoo.
"…You…"
Bai Yujian's expression twitched as the little white fla zood up to her, wrapped its fiery arms around her perfect jade legs, and clung like a soul-level barnacle.
She almost kicked him out of reflex—almost—but paused when he urgently pointed toward the vast, unstable spirit sea around them. Cracks shimred in the sky like a soul realm under heavenly siege.
"…Oh. So that's what this is."
Bai Yujian's face turned complicated.
Right. Before reaching Soul Fusion Realm, he needed to push his Nascent Soul to peak... but he'd completely forgotten.
Now, thanks to her endless Yin Essence and his overstuffed Dantian, he was basically a spiritual nuke on a hair trigger.
Whoosh!
Her True Spirit faded instantly—she returned to the physical world.
And then—
Tap.
She casually touched Su Xiaobai's forehead.
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Back inside his Spirit Sea—
FUWWWUAH!
It began.
Like a mortal standing on a beach and watching a soul-tsunami approach at Mach speed.
His tiny, chubby Nascent Soul—the lazy, snoring baby—snapped its eyes open.
Big. Round. Greedy.
"FOOD?!"
It lunged like a starving raccoon.
It started slurping energy like a cultivator at a noodle stall.
Soul Energy. Pure. Divine. Overwhelming.
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