There’s Something Wrong With These Demonic Women!

Upon arriving in the hall, Xuan Yin noticed the Daoist she disliked was practicing swordplay. In his hands was her master's sword. A hint of puzzlement flickered across her brows, but it quickly returned to normal as she poured herself a cup of tea from the teapot. Then, raising the teacup, she took a light sip.

The aloof little demoness drank her tea while fixating her gaze on him. His slender and tall figure, handsome face exuding a trace of unruliness, and today's attire, with the charm of a literary person, all accentuated his carefree demeanor, especially when he held the sword, emphasizing his dashing aura.

Although she didn't want to admit it, the fact remained that he was truly handsome, especially when he wielded the sword. It gave him an air of ease and freedom. However, it was a pity that he was particularly lascivious and, despite his refined gentlemanly appearance, he was actually a lecherous fellow who would grope someone's hand and butt. The mere thought of it was annoying, making her wish she could behead him with a single sword strike.

While Xuan Yin was lost in her thoughts, she saw the detestable Daoist casually swinging his sword toward the sky. A silvery sword energy gushed out, transforming into a silver mosquito. This sight left Xuan Yin dumbfounded, and her face expressed astonishment.

Sword energy taking form?

He… He had reached this level already?

Xuan Yin bit her crimson lips, feeling a bit uncomfortable. She had always been considered a genius in cultivation, but now, suddenly, this person emerged, relying on his powerful pure yang body, showing signs of surpassing her. This feeling of insecurity was hard for her to accept.

"Huh?"

"Wife?"

Carrying the great treasure sword gifted by the big demoness, Lu Xun skipped over to her and urgently asked, "My wife, I encountered a problem. Your master casually unleashed sword energy that could transform into a silver bird, but my sword energy can only turn into mosquitoes. Why is this?"

"Insufficient cultivation."

"Actually, my master's sword energy can transform into a phoenix. The silver bird is just a small part of her strength." Xuan Yin took a sip of tea from her cup, then continued, "Though I am not as skilled as my master, my sword energy is also formidable, as you should know."

"I see."

Lu Xun nodded and raised the sword in his hand, curiously asking, "This sword of your master seems light, but holding it feels quite heavy. The material must be extraordinary, not ordinary refined iron, right?"

"Indeed."

"This sword is named ‘Meteor Star Sword,' crafted from extraterrestrial meteorite iron. My master used it to kill numerous powerful individuals in this world." Xuan Yin pursed her lips, speaking calmly, "She gifted this sword to you, right?"

"Yes."

"I didn't want it, but she insisted on giving it to me." Lu Xun shrugged with a helpless tone.

"That's fine."

"Most of the famous swords in this world are in the hands of my master. Giving you one is inconsequential," Xuan Yin remarked, glancing at him. She noticed that he had somehow sat beside her, fiddling with the sword in his hands, which irritated her.

What's so fascinating about a little sword? Be careful not to hurt yourself.

"Ah!"

"It's unexpectedly so sharp?" Lu Xun accidentally cut his hand on the sword's edge, and fresh blood began to flow from the wound. He turned his head towards the little demoness next to him, pitifully saying, "My wife, I got hurt."

Xuan Yin rolled her eyes and said coldly, "Just chop it off."

Lu Xun chuckled foolishly, observing the wound on his hand as it visibly healed at a rapid pace. This made him wonder. When that spiritual white tiger bit my head before, it couldn't even break through my defenses. But today, this sword's power seemed to surpass my defense. Could it be that this sword's might is beyond my expectations?

"When my master was teaching you swordsmanship, did you notice anything strange about her?" Xuan Yin suddenly asked.

"Strange?"

"I didn't notice anything, but…" Lu Xun pondered for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "Her way of throwing a temper is exactly the same as yours. I was wondering before whether your temper was innate, but now it seems like it's all because of your master."

"She threw a temper?"

Xuan Yin frowned, curiously inquiring, "Why did she get angry?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe…" Lu Xun sneakily glanced at her from the corner of his eye, noticing the updo with the hairpin he had given her. He smiled and said, "My wife, you look even more beautiful today, and that hairpin suits you well."

Upon hearing his words, Xuan Yin momentarily forgot about her master. She lightly pursed her cherry lips and said indifferently, "Spare me your sweet words. I know my own appearance very well. As for this hairpin, I simply put it on without intending to show it off to you."

"Oh."

"Did you happen to use the rouge I gave you?" Lu Xun asked.

"No."

"I'm not using that thing!" The aloof little demoness pouted, displaying a touch of pride in her cold demeanor.

"Is that so?"

"Let me take a closer look."

Lu Xun unexpectedly stood up, leaning on the table with both hands, and leaned closer to Xuan Yin's face.

Caught off guard by this sudden movement, Xuan Yin didn't react for a moment. She turned her head slightly, gazing at Lu Xun who was now within arm's reach. Their eyes met at this moment, and both saw their own reflections in each other's eyes.

Xuan Yin possessed a face of exquisite beauty, with delicate features. Beneath her slender willow eyebrows were clear pupils, her deep eyes displayed a chilly aloofness and a touch of warmth. Her nose was straight, and her vermilion lips were plump. There was also a faint and alluring fragrance emanating from her.

Lu Xun couldn't help but admit that he had fallen for her. Xuan Yin was an unparalleled beauty in this world, both in appearance and figure. Of course, he wasn't the only one who felt this way.

At the same time, Xuan Yin gazed at him up close. His facial features were distinct and profound, exceptionally handsome. Beneath his sharply arched eyebrows, the radiance they emanated could easily captivate anyone.

"My wife."

"Your face seems to be blushing," Lu Xun said gently.

"Ah—"

Xuan Yin snapped back to her senses and pushed Lu Xun, who had been leaning too close, directly onto the ground. He rolled around on the floor for two turns.

"You—"

"Why did you get so close?!"

Xuan Yin turned her head, her face flushed. She didn't dare to look at Lu Xun on the ground and said angrily, "Believe it or not, I'll chop off your head with one sword."

"I just wanted to see if you used the rouge," Lu Xun replied as he climbed back up from the ground and sat beside her again. He looked at the cold and twisted little demoness beside him, wearing a mischievous smile, and said, "My wife, even your ears are red."

As he spoke, the little demoness's neck began to redden too.

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