Immortality Begins by Taking Care of Master’s Wife – Chapter 84

Chapter 84: The Perfect Match, A Ruthless Woman of Few Words

“This is…”
Jian Xiong’s eyes widened. She saw a black and white lotus floating above Zhou Chen’s head, shaped like a Taiji symbol. The Golden Crow and Jade Rabbit, like two Taiji fish, chased each other on the lotus.

“This is the Yin-Yang Dao Foundation. I didn’t expect him to also cultivate the Immortal Path, and now he has used the Yin-Yang River of Forgetfulness Flower to forge a Great Dao Foundation…”

Jian Xiong was shocked. Zhou Chen truly possessed great potential, concealing his true abilities.

Everyone thought Zhou Chen was a Body Refinement Seventh Level rookie, but his Immortal Path cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refinement Ninth Level, and now he had even established his foundation.

As for his Body Refinement cultivation, Jian Xiong couldn’t see through it, but based on the strength she felt from Zhou Chen’s body, it was at least at the Second Transformation of Body Refinement.

He had hidden himself so deeply.

If she hadn’t been completely open with Zhou Chen now, she would never have imagined he was so powerful.

However, she also benefited greatly this time.

She didn’t choose to use the Yin-Yang River of Forgetfulness Flower to advance to the Divine Power Realm. Instead, she used it to nourish her Sword Bone, which had now transformed into the Yin-Yang Sword Bone.

She herself could also be called a Yin-Yang Sword Physique.

Her talent and foundation had soared to a new level.

Zhou Chen felt the magical power in his lower dantian. With the formation of the Yin-Yang Dao Foundation, a new magical power was slowly born, devouring his previous magical power.

This new magical power contained the power of Yin and Yang, making it stronger and more resilient. This was the magical power of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and because of the Yin-Yang Dao Foundation, it far surpassed ordinary Foundation Establishment experts!
“Yin-Yang Dao Foundation, Foundation Establishment expert!”

Feeling the powerful magical power within his body, Zhou Chen couldn’t help but feel overjoyed. Not only had he forged a Heavenly Grade Dao Foundation, but he had also saved a million Romance Points.

No!
Zhou Chen glanced at Jian Xiong, who was blushing with shock, tears still staining her cheeks and a hint of spring in her eyes. This time, not only had he saved a million Romance Points, but he had also earned a substantial amount.

He had truly struck it rich!
Jian Xiong’s red lips parted slightly as she exclaimed,

“Congratulations on forging the Yin-Yang Dao Foundation and becoming a Foundation Establishment expert!”

“Congratulations to us both!”

Zhou Chen smiled brightly. He had already figured out Jian Xiong’s true strength, and this time, her Sword Bone had also transformed and upgraded.

As they spoke, the Golden Crow, Jade Rabbit, and other visions above Zhou Chen’s head dissipated, and the cave returned to its peaceful state.

“The Yin-Yang River of Forgetfulness Flower’s medicinal power is still present. Let’s continue cultivating.”

Zhou Chen was full of fighting spirit. Now, all he wanted to do was cultivate madly and enter the Dao.

Jian Xiong didn’t speak, allowing Zhou Chen to do as he pleased.

“The Golden Crow rises in the east, the Jade Rabbit sets in the west, Yin and Yang Taiji, such a vision, there must be an extraordinary treasure born…”

Although the vision from Zhou Chen forging the Yin-Yang Dao Foundation and advancing to the Foundation Establishment Realm wasn’t huge, it wasn’t small either. At least Ji Feng Xia couldn’t conceal it, and all living beings within a few kilometers could see it.

It just so happened that there was a disciple within a few kilometers.

And he was an inner sect disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect at the Body Refinement Ninth Level.

“Master is entering the Dao, I can’t let you disturb him!”

Ji Feng Xia was the first to spot Jian Bu Fan, a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, sprinting up the mountain using light body skills.

Most disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect had names related to swords.

After arriving, Jian Bu Fan began circling through the forest without realizing it.

Ji Feng Xia was originally a ghost cultivator, skilled in illusion techniques like ghost walls. After being bestowed with godhood by Zhou Chen, she cultivated the orthodox Divine Path, making her spiritual power pure and powerful.

Although Jian Bu Fan was at the Body Refinement Ninth Level, his spiritual power couldn’t compare to Ji Feng Xia’s. However, it would still be difficult for Ji Feng Xia to kill him.

To avoid causing a commotion, Ji Feng Xia didn’t try to kill Jian Bu Fan, lest he fight back desperately.

She simply trapped him.

Time flowed by like water.

Even Jian Bu Fan, as slow as he was, realized something was wrong.

He took out a Rejuvenation Pill and swallowed it, restoring his inner energy and stamina. He gripped his sword tightly and surveyed his surroundings.

“This mountain is clearly not high, but I’ve been climbing for hours. There must be an illusion formation here, or something strange…”

Jian Bu Fan’s mind was tense, his vigilance at its peak. He began to explore cautiously, searching for a way out.

Inside the cave.

Zhou Chen taught meticulously, imparting all his knowledge without holding back. A sense of accomplishment from teaching and guiding filled him.

Grumble!

But his stomach protested.

Although he had reached the Foundation Establishment Realm, he hadn’t reached the point of completely abstaining from food. Moreover, cultivating martial arts, with his powerful body, consumed a lot of energy. Zhou Chen, feeling content, withdrew from Jian Xiong, preparing to taste the Two-Headed Yin-Yang Flood Dragon.

“Master, there’s a martial artist outside who was attracted by the vision of your advancement. How do you want to deal with him?”

Ji Feng Xia didn’t hide anything. Jian Xiong must have discovered her long ago. Besides, there was no need to. At most, she would be considered a ghost slave.

Such things were not uncommon in the cultivation world.

Ghost controllers, while not mainstream, were not rare either.

“Let’s go take a look!”

Zhou Chen followed Ji Feng Xia out of the cave, wanting to get some fresh air.

Jian Xiong looked at her slightly bulging belly and cleaned herself up. She took out a black robe and draped it over herself, following them out of the cave.

“Zhou Chen!”

Jian Bu Fan heard the commotion and looked over cautiously. He didn’t expect to see Zhou Chen.

The Heavenly Sword Sect and the Azure Cloud Sect were both among the three major sects of Qingzhou, and they had close exchanges. Every three years, there would be a grand competition between the two sects.

He had already met Zhou Chen, the newly promoted True Disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect, on the flying boat in the Heavenly Cloud Mountain Range.

“Ghost cultivator? You’re the one behind this!”

Jian Bu Fan pointed his sword at Zhou Chen. After spotting Ji Feng Xia, he immediately understood why he had been trapped here, going in circles.

However, seeing that Ji Feng Xia was only a Qi Refinement Eighth Level ghost cultivator, although somewhat troublesome, he wasn’t afraid. No wonder she hadn’t tried to kill him.

Because she couldn’t kill him at all.

“Zhou Chen, treasures belong to those who are worthy. Hand over the treasure, and I’ll spare your life!”

Jian Bu Fan’s sword intent soared as he stared at Zhou Chen.

He believed that Zhou Chen must have taken the treasure.

“You?”

Zhou Chen was just about to test the strength of the Foundation Establishment Realm when Jian Bu Fan suddenly trembled and involuntarily took a step back.

“Senior… Senior Sister?”

Jian Bu Fan’s face was filled with awe, but when he saw Jian Xiong, with her disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, even bearing traces of tears and a hint of spring, standing beside Zhou Chen, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

Was this still the awe-inspiring, fearsome, seemingly emotionless, cold-blooded Senior Sister?

Senior Sister had been taken by Zhou Chen?
Thinking of this, Jian Bu Fan’s heart burned with jealousy. What was so good about Zhou Chen, this pretty boy?

Was it because he was good at archery?
Although he was in awe and fear of Jian Xiong, deep down, he still had the thoughts of a man towards a woman.

Besides, what a sense of accomplishment it would be to have the cold and ruthless Senior Sister beneath him?

Although no Senior Brother in the Heavenly Sword Sect could currently achieve that.

But it didn’t stop him from fantasizing.

However, they hadn’t succeeded, yet Zhou Chen, a Body Refinement Seventh Level pretty boy from a rival sect, had done it.

He trembled with anger!
“Senior… Senior Sister, you and this pretty boy…”

Jian Bu Fan couldn’t help but speak.

But before he could finish his sentence, he felt a fatal sense of danger approaching.

He instinctively raised his sword to block before he even saw who it was.

A flash of sword light, blood splattered.

Half of the blade clanged as it stuck into the ground. Jian Bu Fan’s eyes bulged with bloodshot veins, feeling the strength rapidly draining from his body. He could no longer hold onto the remaining half of his broken sword, which fell to the ground with a clink.

He raised his hands to desperately cover his neck, but he couldn’t stop the blood from gushing out.

Jian Xiong had somehow arrived in front of him, standing calmly, holding the fourth-tier divine weapon Frost Blood. Her sword was like autumn water, radiating a cold light, untainted by a single drop of blood.

She was wearing a black robe. The heavy black that seemed somewhat burdensome on others, on her, was accentuated by her curvaceous figure, adding a touch of mysterious charm.

Especially without the white silk ribbon binding her, even the loose black robe couldn’t conceal her ample bosom, making it hard to look away.

And the jade-like white calves beneath the black robe, faintly visible, were extremely alluring, adding a touch of captivating charm.

Jian Bu Fan’s nose was filled with the faint fragrance of Jian Xiong’s body after her intimacy with Zhou Chen. His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at her cold and beautiful face, and he suddenly laughed:
“The perfect match…”

She was still the same Senior Sister!
Ruthless and of few words!
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