"And your sword, what is it?"

When the question landed, Chen Yi was stunned for a moment.

After a long pause, he shook his head and said:

"I don't know."

Though Chen Yi often kept things from his wife of a past life, this was not one of those; when he said he didn't know, he truly didn't know.

Gazing at the Hou Kang Sword in his hand, Chen Yi wore a thoughtful expression.

He still remembered, back in the lotus realm of the Joyful Sect, Dong Gong Ruoshu had once commented on his sword: the Killing Sword, used for killing and attacking the heart, while he wielded the Killing Sword to save people—this was one knot, and even when using the Living Sword, his killing intent persisted—this was another knot.

Now enlightened to two kinds of Sword Intent at once, by common logic he should have gone mad from conflicting energies, yet not only was Chen Yi completely fine, he even seemed able to switch between them at will, which was rather puzzling.

No one knew how long Chen Yi pondered as he maintained his sword momentum; the coexistence of two Sword Intents seemed a good thing, but the key problem was their ideas were fundamentally opposed, hard to reconcile, and perhaps precisely because he couldn't find a way to harmonize them, he'd touched on Refining God and Returning Void many times but couldn't break through the knot between Third and Fourth Rank.

Zhou Yitang watched his actions and said, "Don't force it."

Chen Yi was surprised, "You're not disappointed in me?"

You had to know, his master always had lofty vision, thus she was deeply indifferent toward many world affairs, and from a past life through this one, she never appreciated his sword talent, always urging him to practice swordplay. And on this Sword Dao question, he'd given a mediocre answer—neither high nor low—which by all logic should have been a huge letdown.

Zhou Yitang didn't say much, just turned and left.

"You've finally gotten back on track,"

She left him only one line,

"I want to treasure it."

Chen Yi was briefly dazed.

Only after a while, when winter's chill brushed his face, did he come to his senses and let out a wry laugh.

Just now, his heart had accidentally sped up a little.

Just a little.

He sheathed the Hou Kang Sword, recalling her words before she returned to her room, heart thumping firmer, a touch of heat surging inside.

If it were any other day, he'd have just suppressed it, but today, finally back from the underworld, Chen Yi wanted to indulge himself.

Over forty days in the Underworld, aside from Yin Weiyin by his side at first, the rest was spent focused on training, pushing down desire.

To sum it up in one sentence,

He wanted to fuck Yin.

Striding back into the courtyard, both Little and Big Yin turned to look at him at the same time, four eyes on him.

Seeing the look on his face, the two women who'd accompanied him so long instantly understood, and silently, blush spread over their cheeks.

Chen Yi drawled:

"The day's nearly over, isn't it?"

Yin Tingxue glanced outside—broad daylight, the sun still hanging in the east,

"Can't we not?"

"No."

Yin Weiyin shook her head.

Little Fox froze, eyes wide, turning to look at Big Yin.

Teaching the student, starving the master…

The female crown wore a teasing smile.

Two together; any woman would be shy, Yin Weiyin was no exception. Only, after pouring out her feelings in the Underworld, her aversion to that was much less, even tinged with expectancy—and after Chen Yi held back for all those days, wasn't she the same…

Besides, finally, he was back…

Why not just go crazy for once?

Taking in Yin Tingxue's anxious look, Yin Weiyin secretly felt triumphant,

Serves you right for not giving me the girlfriend spot!

Chen Yi then came over, wrapped his arm around the female crown's waist. She trembled instinctively, remembering his ruthlessness in bed, making her heart quiver—bringing Little Yin along, she thought, was almost like joining forces to slay a dragon.

Yin Tingxue studied Chen Yi's face; any hope vanished into smoke. He was grinning at them, and Little Fox's cheeks went redder still—she'd never been able to refuse him, not once.

At this point, all Little Fox could do was mumble advice:

"It's embarrassing, really embarrassing. Let's skip it this time, and maybe not the three of us together from now on."

Chen Yi took in her words; Yin Tingxue always had a lot on her mind, and with her compliant nature, she rarely directly rejected, only gently tried to talk him down.

On any other day, turning down Yin Weiyin's proposal would be fine, but today, Chen Yi really did want to fuck Yin.

So, pretending innocence, he said:

"You should tell your Sister Weiyang not to bully you."

"Who says I'm bullying her?"

Yin Weiyin plucked up some courage and, feigning composure, said:

"I'll go first."

Arm in arm with Big Yin, hand in hand with Little Yin, back to the bedroom they went, and Chen Yi didn't hesitate to start undressing.

Light shone brightly in the bedroom, bringing out the radiant beauty on both Yin's faces. Little Fox drooped her head in resignation, and Big Yin bit her lip, clutching her Daoist robe, looking provocatively half-willing, half-hesitant.

Both their shoes were off.

Yin Weiyin was a Taoist, so she wore tall cloth boots; her jade feet slipped from the mist, plump and round right before him, toes shyly peeking. Her feet were long and full, like smooth hetian jade—better for playing than admiring.

Little Fox wore embroidered slippers, tugging the heel off with effort; her little foot slipped free, delicate and lovely, fragile and tempting, as clear as emerald—better for admiring than playing.

Chen Yi compared in his heart.

Truth be told, of all the women he'd gotten close with, Big Yin was the softest, Little Yin the driest—polar opposites.

He walked over, naturally letting his fingers part their robes.

Yin Tingxue pulled up the quilt, still flushed and shy, while Big Yin was a little bolder, sending him a mischievous, provocative smile.

With a slight tremble, Yin Weiyin spoke up: "Aren't you gonna hurry up?"

Chen Yi took a deep breath, unable to hold back anymore.

"Little Fox, let me get revenge for you."

Chen Yi angrily declared,

"Who told you to bully Little Fox!"

Yin Tingxue turned her face to the wall, refusing to watch such embarrassing antics.

Soon enough, Sister Weiyang's soft moans floated up.

And in her heart, she couldn't help but cheer:

Go for it.

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