CHAPTER 241: 0164 ALL TROUBLE (TWO IN ONE)

The sky outside the window is covered with rain, and the heavy clouds are pouring down. Li Zhibai’s courtyard is secluded and quiet, seemingly gloomy and deserted in the rain.

Yet Muyu Peak is bustling.

Though Chaoyun Sect often experiences rain, it has always been smoke-like misty rain or scattered drizzle, but this kind of storm... is a first.

The raindrops grow longer and heavier; if they were to fall on someone as delicate as Yun Qian, wouldn’t she be soaked and hurting all over within a quarter of an hour?

Around the Sword Hall, many came to watch the commotion. The sudden rainfall drenched those girls unable to use Spiritual Power to keep dry, yet they did not seek shelter but instead played in the storm. The entire Muyu Peak was filled with laughter and joy.

Ordinary women might be wary, but the girls of the Immortal Sect, especially at Muyu Peak, aim for everything to go smoothly.

Muyu Peak, "bathing in rain, going wild."

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A woman dances with her sword in the storm, the white Sword Aura flowing like clouds, keeping all raindrops outside her blade.

Someone plays the zither in the rain, letting the raindrops strike the strings.

Some were incited by Yun Qian and Xu Chang’an’s previous public behavior... nestled together doing things no man should see, but surrounded by girls, they were used to it.

The rain makes the clothes cling to the women’s bodies, creating a picturesque scene of beauty and grace across the mountain.

"..."

Li Zhibai leans against the windowsill, watching the merry scene across the mountains, even spotting a few peers she must call elder sister among those girls playing in the water.

She shook her head, a bit helpless.

The rain falling from the sky couldn’t be repelled by any True Yuan, Spiritual Qi, or Barrier, yet could be blocked by umbrellas, longswords, and other tangible objects, truly bizarre.

Consider that Spiritual Power, when compressed to the limit, becomes harder than steel, yet these raindrops ignore it; such a strange downpour, and they still have the mood to play...

Whether to say they’re broad-minded, or simply heartless.

It’s understandable, since the first Great Power of the Qiankun Realm in Qing Province is stationed here, the girls have nothing to fear.

"..."

The wind, mixed with raindrops, dampens Li Zhibai’s hair, bringing a coolness that reminds her of the "temperament transformation" she witnessed in Shi Qingjun.

Although lacking manners, she felt the Sect Leader seemed to have become "younger."

In the past, though Shi Qingjun wasn’t aged, she felt like an ancient green mountain, unaffected by anything, indifferent, unfeeling, a high and mighty Immortal overlooking Qing Province.

Even against the Demon Sect’s other Qiankun Realm, facing such an Immortal, they could only avoid her edge.

Upon seeing her today, Shi Qingjun’s impression on her had completely changed.

Just like... Li Zhibai herself had transformed mentally today.

Li Zhibai extended her hand to feel the raindrops’ impact, suddenly realizing that letting go and enjoying the rain might indeed be quite fun.

In the past, she disliked noise, holding onto traditions, always donning the Daoist Robe, focused solely on Alchemy.

The past few years, her life’s only bright spot was taking a young student, though this fate didn’t last long before she sent him away.

Now, having brought her student back, her mentality slowly changed.

Xu Chang’an introduced Yun Qian, and Yun Qian’s presence made her recall forgotten events of her youth, stirring her Mental Realm, even considering rouge and water play... utterly unbelievable.

Before seeing the Sect Leader, she never imagined meeting a sister would disorder her emotions.

Li Zhibai favored "nature," always striving for it.

Thus, she acted upon it.

Li Zhibai went to the eaves, watching the raindrops splash on the ground and soak her skirt hem, reaching out towards the courtyard where Yun Qian resided.

"Buzz..."

After a faint sword hum, a white radiance shot into the sky, directly entering the main building, landing in Li Zhibai’s palm.

——

Playing with Fire Stone, Yun Qian noticed the longsword she had reserved being taken outside, frowning slightly.

But she took out a small mirror, checked her makeup, and continued fiddling with the Fire Stone left by Xu Chang’an.

Letting Ms. Li borrow it is fine.

She was very happy today.

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Li Zhibai glanced at the longsword in her hand, shaking her head.

Just a common sword, not splendid nor attractive, even somewhat worn from Xu Chang’an’s use, she wondered about Ms. Yun’s taste.

Li Zhibai knew some swordplay, otherwise, she couldn’t teach Xu Chang’an Swordsmanship.

She didn’t hurry to step into the rain but swung the longsword lightly.

Silently, many tiny star-like Sword Lights ventured into the rain curtain, turning into white fog enveloping the rainwater, but no Spiritual Power could stop this rain, nor could Sword Intent-laden Sword Aura.

The rain pierced through the white fog, splashing on the bluestone, spreading a faint, musty scent in the air.

Li Zhibai slightly exerted force on the sword hilt.

"Boom!"

Centered around the sword hilt, a muffled explosion sounded; for a moment, a wild wind swept through, yet it had no impact on the rain-filled courtyard.

"Indeed, I am helpless too."

Being currently the one closest to the Qiankun Realm, she found it impossible against this rainwater, no wonder the girls thought of the Sect Leader.

Li Zhibai stepped into the rain, wielding her sword.