Floating Immortal Order - Chapter 273: My Name is Zhang Duoyu and I Am...

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The flux of the power of heaven and earth that was created by Qi Taiqing’s fully ignited primordial spirit origin was terrifying. In just a moment, it transformed into a blazing azure divine light. Twisting and turning, it broke through the Three-Petaled Spirit Sealing Array and the suppression of the Mirror Bodhi, completely engulfing Xu Desheng, who was closest to it.

Shao Huangnian’s complexion turned unsightly as he hastily retreated. He stared intently at the blossoming azure divine light, a faint hint of concern visible in his eyes.

His almost unilateral instigation of the matters leading up to the visit to the Profound Sky Sword Sect, coupled with Xu Disheng’s exceptional talent, meant that if Xu Disheng were truly to fall here, the Spirit Race of the Profound Depth Spiritual World might direct their anger at Shaohuang Nian. Even with the protection of the Qingyuan Spiritual World, the best outcome would be a pyrrhic victory.

Therefore, among all those present, he wished more than anyone for Xu Disheng to emerge unscathed from the epicenter of Qi Taiqing’s self-detonation.

Zhao Feibai, Qin Ming, and others from the Dawndusk Daoist Alliance looked terrified. They retreated hundreds of meters before coming to a stop. Fortunately, they were farther away and were quick to react. Otherwise, these ordinary Divine Core stage cultivators would have been instantly annihilated by Qi Taiqing the moment he ignited his primordial spirit.

The azure brilliance, like fireworks, spread across the sky, watched by numerous disciples of the Profound Sky Sword Sect. They gazed up at the beautiful spectacle formed by the self-immolation of a Primordial Spirit stage powerhouse, their eyes filled with sorrow and despair.

When the azure light finally receded, Qi Taiqing’s figure had long since disappeared. What caused Shaohuang Nian’s heart to sink was the absence of Xu Disheng’s white-robed figure. He couldn’t help but fear the worst outcome.

By this point, the Profound Sky Sword Sect had already lost most of their Divine Core stage Spirit Masters, and the only Primordial Lord, Qi Taiqing, had completely ignited the origin of his primordial spirit and passed away.

The Sect Master, among others, had quietly left the Profound Sky Sword Sect at some unknown time, leaving no traces behind. All that remained were a few severely injured half-step Primordial Spirit stage cultivators and hundreds of ordinary Dao Foundation realm disciples, who no longer had any will to fight.

As for the Sea of Qi stage and Cleansed Meridians stage disciples from the Profound Sky Sword Sect, there were thousands of them, but in such a situation, they could not contribute at all and had to stay within their caves, silently awaiting the outcome of the battle.

After waiting for a while longer and still not seeing Xu Disheng, Shao Huangnian couldn’t help but feel increasingly irritable. His words were laced with a bone-chilling intent to kill as he shouted, “People of the Dawndusk Daoist Alliance, follow me and completely eradicate the Profound Sky Sword Sect!”

“Yes, Passing Epoch Spirit Master!”

“As you command!”

Even Lu Xiuzhu, who had previously had relatively more interactions with Xu Disheng, was completely unable to sense his aura. Although his thoughts were turbulent, his expression remained unchanged as he, along with the rest of the Dawndusk Daoist Alliance members, joined in the massacre of the Dao Foundation stage disciples of the Profound Sky Sword Sect.

…

Spirit Sword Sect, Lianyun Mountain.

Zhang Duoyu took out an ordinary interspatial ring, his eyes shining with excitement. “Junior Martial Sister Wanting, Master and I went to the Dawndusk Daoist Sect. I’ve brought back many good things for you, including something I refined with my own hands…”

The girl in the green dress merely glanced at it casually before interrupting him, her tone neither cold nor warm. “Thank you, Senior Martial Brother Zhang,” she said flatly as she took the interspatial ring.

Zhang Duoyu seemed oblivious to the girl’s indifference. He wanted to continue speaking, but the girl had already turned and left in a beam of light.

Watching her graceful figure depart, Zhang Duoyu sighed softly and muttered to himself, “I spent all my savings to refine the most comfortable and soft cloud bed, making it extremely beneficial for both cultivation and rest. I had hoped to give it to you when we got married, but now I wonder when that might be…”

Bi Wanting was his childhood friend. Both of them grew up in the small Spirit Sword Sect. Their master, Liu Yuan, had arranged a cultivation partner pact for them early on, making her his legitimate fiancée.

However, given the Spirit Sword Sect’s weak position and Zhang Duoyu’s ordinary Spiritual Root Sequence, she grew increasingly distant and cold towards him despite his whole-hearted dedication to Bi Wanting.

Moreover, Zhang Duoyu had never even touched Bian Wanting’s slender, fair hands. He dared not defile the goddess in his heart in the slightest, staying meekly by her side, offering everything he had to her.

“Zhang Duoyu, what are you daydreaming about?!” A black-clothed young man flew by on a nimbus cloud, looking down at Zhang Duoyu. “Young Master Bai Lang of the Higher Peace Sect has arrived at the Sect Hall, and all of the martial brothers are busy at work. Yet, you’re standing here slacking off?”

“Ah! I’ll go help right away!” Zhang Duoyu snapped back to reality under the reproachful gaze of the black-clothed man, flying off with him towards the Sect Hall.

The Spirit Sword Sect was a small entity, but it was a subsidiary sect of the Higher Peace Sect, which was a medium-sized sect with formidable strength. Bai Lang was one of its most outstanding young talents. His arrival at the Spirit Sword Sect prompted even the Sect Master and elders to gather in the Sect Hall. They treated him with the utmost respect and caution, fearing any misstep that might displease the Shangjing Sect.

Dressed in a moon-white robe, with handsome features and a blood-red mark between his brows, Bai Lang’s bearing was extraordinary. Even the Sect Master and elders of the Spirit Sword Sect had to tread carefully around him, wary of offending him.

Standing in the hall, Zhang Duoyu and a few direct disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect felt inferior upon seeing the white-robed young man seated in the hall. They were of similar age, yet the disparity between them seemed insurmountable, making Zhang Duoyu too ashamed to even meet his gaze. He kept his head bowed, his heart filled with complex emotions.

…

After a long, grueling two hours dragged on by, Zhang Duoyu and his master Liu Yuan excused themselves. Zhang Duoyu headed off alone towards Yang Pavilion Waterfall, which was some distance away from the Spirit Sword Sect, to relieve the stress and negative emotions he had recently been accumulating.

The Yang Pavilion Waterfall was on the only spiritual river belonging to the Spirit Sword Sect. It was enchantingly beautiful, mystical, and grand, overflowing with profound qi due to the spiritual wellspring it was tied to.

As soon as he arrived near the waterfall, Zhang Duoyu could hear an extremely familiar female voice. Zhang Duoyu’s heart sank into his stomach as he realized that the owner of the voice was none other than Bi Wanting!

“Young Master Bai, this is the sacred area of the sect, please don’t…”

Bi Wanting’s small, delicate face was flushed with shy embarrassment as she brought herself to lift her beautiful eyes to gaze upon the white-robed youth.

Zhang Duoyu felt a searing pang in his heart. How could his own fiancée make such a face in front of another man?! As he quietly approached the lofty waterfall, a divine light technique lit up in his hand, reflecting the scene going on above him.

One of the strange points about this waterfall was that it could obstruct any probing from profound qi. As a result, he could stand below the waterfall and not be noticed.

“Oh, but I will. What will you do about it?”

The red mark on Bai Lang’s glabella turned an even deeper shade of red as the corners of his lips curled up. In a single smooth movement, he pulled the woman into his arms. He slid his slender fingers under her dress, directly groping her soft and bouncy flesh.

“Young Master Bai, please stop! If you keep this up, I’ll tell the Sect Master.”

Although the sanctuary of the area under her dress was being wantonly stroked by Bai Lang, Bi Wanting still didn’t use much force to push him away. Instead, she seemed to be mesmerized by the gaze of the handsome face that was now close to her own.

“A small, dainty beauty like you comes to visit me, dressed in such thin clothing. Don’t even bother playing noble and virtuous with me,” Bai Lang said, groping and kneading her heavenly softness with even more strength. His other hand, stroking Bi Wanting’s creamy thigh, began to slowly meander its way up the length of her leg.

With the increasing forcefulness of his movements, Bi Wanting let out an amorous cry as she lost all ability to resist. Her warm, supple body melted like putty in the youth’s arms as he began to ravage her to his heart’s content.

Zhang Duoyu was biting his lip so hard that it was starting to bleed. His gaze was fixed to the divine light technique as he watched his fiancée in that man’s arms, looking like she wanted to resist, yet seeming to be in such lustful rapture. A fiery inferno began to blaze in his heart.

All these years, he had never dared to lay a hand on his fiancée, who was so beautiful to him that she was like a goddess. And now, she was being defiled before his very eyes! And even though her words sounded like refusal, her body was saying otherwise!

Bai Lang retracted his hand, his fingertips already glistening. “Your clothes are in the way!” he frowned.

With that, he reached out his hand and began pulling off Bi Wanting’s thin, light green dress.

“Young Master Bai, there’s no need to do that. Actually, you can just…”

Bi Wanting’s face was bright red. She had already reached the limit of her embarrassment.

“What is it? There’s no need to be shy,” Bai Lang questioned.

Bi Wanting gave a cute pout as profound qi flowed to her hand. She reached into her own dress and lightly pulled.

With one smooth movement, her undergarments had been completely removed. Bi Wanting rested her head on his chest and said with a bashful whisper, “Like this, Young Master Bai can just lift my dress and directly…”

As her words trailed off, she took out a meticulously crafted cloud bed, which looked extremely comfortable and soft.

Bai Lang’s eyes lit up. He came forward and lifted the girl’s dress, exposing her bare, tender lower body. He tossed her onto the cloud bed and pressed her under him.

A few moments later, the maiden’s cries of suffering mixed with pleasure could be heard as her innocence was taken away.

Zhang Duoyu listened in a daze as he heard the painful sobs gradually become lustful moans. He stared at the cloud bed that he had made, upon which Bi Wanting was now being ravished, her eyes were closed in toe-curling bliss.

A deep, dark shadow was cast over his mind. He wiped away the blood dripping from his lips, turned around, and left Yang Pavilion Waterfall.

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