The aura of dual cultivation from the Húnhé Sect was something that previously only Ye Tīnglán could detect. So much time had passed since then that no one should still be able to sense it, yet this Elder Fēng did.

Did he have a particular expertise in this area, or could a super-grade cultivator always sense it, no matter how long?

If it’s the former, can you sense the subtle dual cultivation aura between me and your Sect Master…?

If it’s the latter, what if Yuán Mùyú sees it…?

Ugh, so what if she sees it? What concern is it of hers?

Lù Xíngzhōu carefully said, “Indeed, I have dual cultivated with someone from the Húnhé Sect… What does Elder Fēng mean?”

Could it be that he wants to expel me from the Tiānyáo Holy Land…?

Fēng Zìliú saw through his thoughts and said calmly, “Since the Sect Master doesn’t mind, why should I overstep my bounds? I’m asking you this because I’m puzzled. From what I know, it’s rare for someone to dual cultivate with a Húnhé Sect member and still remain in control. Of course, I must ask for clarity to avoid any detriment to the sect.”

“You’re asking for clarity instead of directly expelling me, which means Senior also thinks it’s highly possible I’m not controlled?”

“…You’re quick to grasp things. That’s indeed the case.”

“Since Senior believes that those who dual cultivate with the Húnhé Sect are rarely uncontrolled, yet you judge that I’m likely fine, it suggests that Senior has at least seen others who were fine… Otherwise, you wouldn’t accept it so easily.”

Fēng Zìliú’s cheek twitched. “Am I asking you, or are you asking me?”

Lù Xíngzhōu said, “The other person who was fine, that was Senior yourself, wasn’t it?”

Fēng Zìliú’s eyes widened, filled with a hint of shock.

Where did the Sect Master find this monster? Oh, no, where did Yuán Mùyú find this monster?

Lù Xíngzhōu said, “I heard that Senior was once a dashing hero in the jiānghú, and then, disheartened, you secluded yourself in the Scripture Pavilion. Could it be related to a Xuánnǚ?”

Fēng Zìliú was utterly exasperated. “Even if the other person who was fine was me, how dare you assume it was a Xuánnǚ? You really think I’m some kind of immortal, to be intimate with a Xuánnǚ and suffer no ill effects…”

“I don’t think anyone else would be worthy of getting involved with Senior,” Lù Xíngzhōu cautiously said. “It really wasn’t a Xuánnǚ?”

“I don’t know if it was. A Xuánnǚ has countless incarnations, it’s hard to say.” Fēng Zìliú as good as admitted everything, but he clearly didn’t want to delve deeper, and by extension, he didn’t want to ask about Lù Xíngzhōu’s matters either. He whisked him away to the Five Elements Ruin at top speed.

Lù Xíngzhōu, however, persistently gossiped, “If Senior truly has experience with a Xuánnǚ and came out unscathed, you must pass that on to an unofficial disciple! What I encountered wasn’t a Xuánnǚ, but what if I do?”

“You actually want to encounter a Xuánnǚ!” Fēng Zìliú fumed. “If you’re tired of living, you can just find a block of tofu and smash your head against it. Why bother with such complicated questions!”

“It’s mainly because this kind of experience is impossible to find anywhere else in the world, and my own ‘master’ has it. Not asking about it feels like ants are crawling all over me. My cultivation deviation in the Five Elements Ruin was because of this.”

Fēng Zìliú was silent for a moment. “I think I misjudged you… How did I ever think you were a kind and good young man?”

Lù Xíngzhōu: “…I don’t know why you would think that either.”

Fēng Zìliú said speechlessly, “Also, I am not your master. Calling you an unofficial disciple was just to give your identity some standing. As for other things…”

He paused, then whispered, “The Húnhé Xuángōng is merely a method of Yin-Yang, following an extreme Yin path. You, with your balanced Yin-Yang and interwoven Water-Fire, are inherently the best candidate to counter this art. Why ask me?”

Lù Xíngzhōu was stunned. “Senior knows the Yīnyáng Jíyì Gōng?”

“No, but the nature of your cultivation method is easy to discern.”

Lù Xíngzhōu felt a little disappointed. If even such a profound senior like a “sweeping monk” didn’t know about it, where else could he find information…?

Sensing his disappointment, Fēng Zìliú suddenly understood. “You’re looking for so many Yin-Yang related ancient texts and records to complete your own cultivation method?”

“Yes, does Senior have any relevant clues?”

“Isn’t that like ‘riding a donkey to look for a donkey’?” Fēng Zìliú said, “If anyone in this world has seen this ancient art, the greatest possibility in this world is a Xuánnǚ.”

Lù Xíngzhōu felt a bit numb.

If he couldn’t complete the Yīnyáng Jíyì Gōng, he likely wouldn’t dare to face a Xuánnǚ directly. This wasn’t about “that” kind of interaction, but rather that it would provide the necessary counter-ability in combat, giving him more confidence. Yet, the clue to completing the Yīnyáng Jíyì Gōng might lie with a Xuánnǚ, isn’t that a dead end?

“Furthermore…” Fēng Zìliú scrutinized Lù Xíngzhōu, “You always fight with your fists and palms, not cultivating with weapons?”

Lù Xíngzhōu nodded. “In my early years, I had bad luck and spent many years in a wheelchair. In terms of weapons, I was only suited for cultivating hidden weapons. Now that I can stand, I don’t like to revisit the memories from the wheelchair. I prefer to fight with my fists and feet; it makes everything feel so real to me.”

Fēng Zìliú nodded slightly, fully understanding Lù Xíngzhōu’s feelings.

Lù Xíngzhōu added, “Anyway, the higher the martial cultivation, the less impact weapons have, isn’t that right?”

“That’s because you haven’t encountered a divine weapon. There’s still a difference with or without the advantage of a divine weapon… And if you encounter a Dao cultivator’s magic artifact, not having a flying sword or similar weapon to counter it puts you at a great disadvantage.” Fēng Zìliú said, “However, it’s indeed different from the impact of weapons at lower levels. Since you’re used to fists and feet, continuing with them is fine. But since you also cultivate Dao, you should consider magic artifacts.”

Lù Xíngzhōu thought to himself that his requirements for magic artifacts weren’t high, mainly because he already had the wheelchair and the Myriad Souls Banner. The wheelchair integrated many functions, and the Myriad Souls Banner was exceptionally powerful. Magic artifacts are about quality, not quantity; many people collect a pile of them, but few actually prove useful. Therefore, Lù Xíngzhōu rarely considered acquiring magic artifacts, and Ye Tīnglán also felt it wasn’t particularly necessary, suggesting he specialize in the wheelchair’s functions instead.

Otherwise, the Holy Lord could just casually pull something out, and it would be enough to support many male companions for years…

But the problem was that the Myriad Souls Banner was becoming increasingly unsuitable for use in the open, and taking out the wheelchair for daily fights was quite awkward. For example, in this so-called “Great Sea Competition,” a perfectly fine person pulling out a wheelchair to fight would be a bit…

“While the Sect Master can bestow suitable magic artifacts upon you for this competition, and the grade will certainly not disappoint you, I still believe that no matter how high the grade of someone else’s magic artifact, it can never compare to one custom-made for oneself.” Fēng Zìliú said, “The Five Elements Ruin and the Myriad Swords Tomb both bury many discarded flying swords and magic artifacts from previous generations. Using these as embryos to forge your own is more efficient than starting from scratch. When you go to the Five Elements Ruin, you might want to keep an eye out.”

After talking for so long, he finally got to introducing the Five Elements Ruin. Lù Xíngzhōu humbly asked, “What exactly is the Five Elements Ruin…?”

“It’s actually similar in nature to the Myriad Swords Tomb, merely the burial ground of our sect’s ancestors. Martial cultivators are buried in the Sword Tomb, and Dao cultivators are buried in the Five Elements Ruin. No one bothered with elaborate mausoleums; they were simply buried in individual pits. Their personal spirit swords or magic artifacts have their own sentience. Having lost their masters, they often either self-destruct or become tainted, in any case not allowing later generations to simply take them. That’s why I said there would be ’embryos,’ not finished products.”

“I see.”

“Because it contains a large amount of the ancestors’ sword intent and other things from their lifetimes, later generations who temper their understanding here often gain a lot. This is not a place for cultivating advancement, but a place for honing what one has learned—who knows, you might even find the Yin-Yang Ultimate Intent information you’re looking for here?”

As he spoke, below them, something like ruins, with tombstones resembling a forest, became faintly visible.

The two stopped flying, and Fēng Zìliú said, “This is the place. Don’t be fooled by its somewhat eerie appearance; these are the heroic souls of our ancestors, they won’t harm you… Uh, wait, in your case, it might be a bit special. I wonder if the ancestors will recognize you…”

Lù Xíngzhōu bowed and said, “This junior comes with good intentions, so the heroic souls of the ancestors naturally won’t trouble me.”

“The Sect Master certainly trusts your good intentions.” Fēng Zìliú recalled his misjudgment of this person’s “kindness,” and once again eyed him distrustfully. “I hope you won’t be cut down by the ancestors. Go on.”

A gentle breeze sent Lù Xíngzhōu into the entrance of the monument forest below.

The first thing that met his eyes were four large characters: Wǔxíng Zhī Xū (Five Elements Ruin).

Dao cultivators mostly practice Five Elements magic. Those previously seen with visible Five Elements need no further mention. As for methods like the Fāntiānyìn, which don’t look like Five Elements, they are actually a type of mutation of the Earth element; and Yin Corpse methods, including Lù Xíngzhōu’s soul banner, are essentially a combination of Earth and Fire elements.

Above the Four Symbols and Five Elements are the Two Poles (Liǎngyí), which are Yin and Yang. Few in the world directly cultivate Yin and Yang; most start from the more branched Five Elements to gradually touch the main trunk of the Two Poles, and then reach the most fundamental source of the Great Dao.

Lù Xíngzhōu appears to directly cultivate Yin-Yang methods, but in fact, he also started with Water and Fire, then explored the higher-level Yin and Yang.

Among those who have already transcended the Five Elements to evolve Yin and Yang, Ye Tīnglán is definitely one.

Her Void Great Hand and Dazzling Divine Sword, and many other methods, no longer show the molds of the Five Elements; they have advanced into more fundamental things.

This is what is called “Tiānyáo Xuányuè.”

At this moment, the Five Elements Ruin and the methods of the predecessors could definitely give Lù Xíngzhōu more references, helping him take a more solid step in exploring Yin and Yang.

However, as soon as he stepped in, Lù Xíngzhōu wanted to retreat.

A sharp will directly entered his Sea of Souls, forming a soul sound: “Evil cultivator of the soul banner, how dare you enter the Five Elements Ruin!”

“Damn it.” Lù Xíngzhōu flew back, but icy crystals dotted all around, and he was already surrounded.

“There’s even the evil art of Húnhé… How could such a thing enter here? Has the Tiānyáo Holy Land been destroyed?”

“Did evil arts eat your rice?” Lù Xíngzhōu was truly annoyed. “How can even a ghost detect traces of Húnhé dual cultivation? Then who can I hide it from?”

And at this very moment, in the capital.

In a certain restaurant, Péi Chūyùn, following her master Xuánnǚ, curiously stepped into a hidden private room.

Her master said there was a distinguished guest today, and she was brought to meet the top demon lords of the jiānghú.

Upon entering the room, they saw a graceful purple-clad figure with her hands clasped behind her back, looking at a painting on the wall. From her back alone, it was impossible to tell she was a demon king; instead, she looked very beautiful, just a young maiden.

Sensing the two entering, the purple-clad maiden turned her head.

A cold, murderous Yama-like ghost face appeared before them, its chilling eyes staring at the two. The metallic sound, distorted by the mask, grated out a heart-pounding voice: “You are late.”

Yámán Jūn!

Péi Chūyùn’s heart skipped a beat. The mere title of “third in the world” was enough to make one tremble, not to mention the incredibly intense killing intent and pressure she exuded at this moment.

But Péi Chūyùn overcame her initial nervousness and quickly calmed down.

It was just Yámán Jūn… How could a little demoness who had already done everything with Lù Xíngzhōu not sense her lover’s special feelings for Yámán Jūn? Moreover, she had overheard Lù Xíngzhōu and Yè Wúfēng’s entire conversation, so she was completely clear about the situation.

Still wearing a mask to scare people, huh… Your man is truly amazing.

As if sensing that Péi Chūyùn’s gaze was not benevolent, Yuán Mùyú’s delicate brows under the mask furrowed slightly, and she said coldly, “Is this the Holy Maiden of your sect for this generation?”

Xuánnǚ smiled, “Indeed, I brought her to see the world and pay respects to Yámán Jūn.”

Yuán Mùyú said, “She’s eighteen or nineteen, perhaps?”

Xuánnǚ thought Yuán Mùyú was referring to her being a third-grade cultivator at such a young age, so she smiled, “Yùn’er’s talent is quite good.”

“Being third-grade at this age is worthy of being called ‘quite good’?” Yuán Mùyú didn’t know where her hostility towards a junior came from, and she subconsciously said, “When I was her age… Never mind.”

Finally realizing that comparing herself to this little Holy Maiden was pointless, she quickly changed the subject and said calmly, “What I wanted to say is that a Húnhé Holy Maiden who has lost her virginity at such a young age is quite rare. I wonder which talented young man has won the Holy Maiden’s favor?”