The distance between the woman named Ling’er and the soft couch was only three steps.

This was a safe distance.

And a dangerous boundary.

“Hehe.” Ling’er seemed to love smiling, and her eyes curved as she giggled, “Mei Yue sister, you are truly beautiful.”

Mei Yue, with the hand supporting her forehead, lightly tapped her translucent black hair with her slender index finger, and said languidly, “Sister, if there is anything, feel free to speak directly.”

Ling’er, with her hands behind her back, looked around the room, appearing innocent and carefree: “Can’t I come find you just because there’s nothing? I like you in my heart and wish to be close to you.”

Mei Yue’s beautiful eyes shifted slightly, and on the calm and languid lake, instantly rippled enchanting waves.

“If you truly wish to be close, come closer…”

“Ha!” Ling’er bounced happily, but instead, she skipped to the tea table, sitting down lightly, increasing the distance between her and Mei Yue.

Petite and delicate, she was like a young girl who had just reached her coming-of-age ceremony.

Her expressions and movements were also lively and adorable.

Only the alluring and charming Mei Yue, who should have been more mature, called the lively and cute, slightly green Ling’er her sister, which was somewhat inexplicably strange.

Ling’er played on the chair by herself for a while before turning her head to look at the still half-reclining Mei Yue: “Speaking of which, why must we come to Qi country? You should know clearly that it’s impossible to open up a situation here. Even the Four Great Academies are not allowed to establish branches with extraordinary power here, let alone our Three Fragrant Scent Pavilion?”

“Sister,” Mei Yue said lazily, “let me remind you of something. I didn’t ask you to come; you insisted on following along.”

Ling’er chuckled crisply, “Isn’t this me wanting to be close to you? I’m afraid you might suffer grievances outside.”

She shook her head: “Alas, sister’s painstaking efforts, yet you do not know.”

Mei Yue raised a hand, directly lying back and closing her eyes to rest her spirit: “If sister doesn’t give me grievances, I won’t suffer any grievances.”

“What kind of talk is that? Sister dotes on you; there’s no time for anything else.” Ling’er, like a child, swayed on the chair for a bit, then suddenly asked with great interest, “By the way, what did you do to that priest with the surname Yuan from the Kingdom of He? He hasn’t bothered you since.”

“With the Heavenly God Yuan present, what could I do to him?” Mei Yue closed her eyes, speaking with the drowsiness of a blooming crabapple in spring: “Young Master Yuan is a reasonable person.”

Ling’er obviously didn’t believe her: “Tsk. There are already few confidants in the Pavilion. This new sister doesn’t confide in me either.”

Mei Yue said softly, “My sister Ling’er, confiding in someone can’t be a one-sided effort.”

“I’m willing to put in the effort for you!” Ling’er, for some reason, smiled brightly again: “Tell me, is there anything I can help you with?”

“If sister wants to help me, just let me have a good sleep.”

“No problem!” Ling’er happily jumped off the chair and stood looking at the soft couch, saying, “Sister will find someone to serve you well. How about that Jiang Qingyang, the first person to Sword Point the Yellow River?”

The woman lying on the soft couch was truly a beauty of the world.

When her eyes were open, they were filled with sparkling autumn ripples; when she lay back, they became mountain peaks.

With her eyes closed in feigned sleep, her eyelashes were long and curved.

Her slightly pursed red lips also burned with silent passion.

Hearing Ling’er’s words, she showed no abnormal reaction, only saying, “Alright. If you can do that.”

Ling’er giggled, turned around, and left the room.

Jiang Wang, who was concentrating on deciphering Dao Art imprints with all his heart, was unaware that an old acquaintance was nearby.

He was immersed in the mysterious world of Dao Arts, rejoicing in every tiny bit of progress.

Matching, adjusting little by little…

Finally, at a certain moment, the Immortal Sound State imprint was engraved within the third inner mansion.

From this point on, the combat power that Jiang Wang’s three inner mansions could develop had reached its peak.

The three imprints of instant-cast Dao Arts were Decay Wood Art, Eight Notes Burning Sea, and Immortal Sound State.

The secret treasures of the three inner mansions were the Fire of Stars which amplified fire element, Following Wind which increased speed, and Wind Gate which amplified wind element.

And each inner mansion was bathed in the light of divine abilities.

Samadhi True Fire, Wrong Path, and Incomplete Wind.

He only needed to speed up the exploration of the inner mansion rooms, reaching three thousand as soon as possible, and then he could try to open the fourth inner mansion.

Opening three thousand inner mansion rooms was the goal Jiang Wang had set for himself.

Exploring inner mansion rooms relied purely on the power of the soul to delve deep.

With his soul’s strength, after reaching this level, he also began to feel the strain.

It wasn’t that it was impossible to explore more rooms, but it would inevitably involve some risk. Compared to the potential gains, it wasn’t necessary.

Although exploring inner mansion rooms was a process of deeply understanding oneself, the observation of oneself at the inner mansion level was ultimately limited. Even after opening up so many inner mansion rooms, Jiang Wang’s understanding of himself hadn’t been elevated to another level.

Three thousand inner mansion rooms was a number that ordinary inner mansion cultivators couldn’t even imagine. Too much is as bad as too little.

Gathering his thoughts and adjusting his state.

Jiang Wang entered the Illusionary Realm of Supreme Void once again. He wanted to see the performance of the Immortal Sound State in battle.

The ranking rules of the Sword Discourse Platform in the Illusionary Realm of Supreme Void had not been publicly announced, but from the long period of battles, one could roughly infer a thing or two.

When the fifth ranked fought the sixth, and when they fought the seventh, the bonus gained from winning or losing was definitely different.

And fighting upwards, whether against the fourth, third, or second, winning once could only advance one rank. It didn’t mean winning against the second would make you the second.

Jiang Wang’s luck was pretty good. As the fifth in the Inner Mansion realm of the Illusionary Realm of Supreme Void, there were only four cultivators ahead of him, yet he was able to be matched up in the first instant.

And it just so happened to be the fourth-ranked Five Elements cultivator.

Stepping onto the Sword Discourse Platform, the starry river roared.

Ancient and mottled Sword Discourse Platforms connected together.

Jiang Wang drew his long sword and immediately began the battle, without a single word of unnecessary talk.

Decay Wood Art, Eight Notes Burning Sea, Human Way Sword Style.

In the fierce exchange of blows, he roughly understood the opponent’s strength. Then, he activated the third inner mansion, instantly opening the Immortal Sound State.

The external appearance change had already been suppressed; there was no visible peculiarity on the surface.

But from then on, for nineteen breaths—

“All sounds come in tribute; I hear them all!”

Within the entire range of the Sword Discourse Platform, all sounds became clear, vivid in every detail.

The sound of breaking wind, the sound of Dao Art impacts… the steady breathing sounds maintained by both sides during the intense battle…

Everything, every sound, submitted to his ears.

From the sound of muscle movements, the opponent was about to turn left. From the sound of Dao Origin collision, that person was going to fight with all their might.

One could only say that the opponent was simultaneously prepared for an all-out struggle and a retreat to the left.

Every strong practitioner skilled in killing and cutting would always keep themselves in a state that could accommodate several different trends, ready to erupt with countless possibilities at any time to deal with battle.

But for Jiang Wang, who possessed the Wrong Path…

Knowing the range of the opponent’s choices…

There could only be one.

If he used the Wrong Path, at this very moment, Jiang Wang was confident in killing this person with a single sword strike. Even if this person was already the fourth in the Inner Mansion realm of the Illusionary Realm of Supreme Void!

But even without using the Wrong Path, under the Immortal Sound State, the opponent’s range of choices was already very clear.

Jiang Wang charged forward with his sword, and the cruel and cold Incomplete Wind blew in his face.

The opponent, with a smile, formed a circle with one hand, warding off with a light shield. At the same time, his foot moved slightly, and his body turned left like lightning!

This step was so fast.

He had already prepared to use the momentum to counterattack.

But what awaited him was the Eight Notes Burning Sea that Jiang Wang had already prepared!

He pressed his palm down, and it seemed to reach the position almost at the same time as the opponent.

Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp!

Flaming sparrows shrieked, collectively playing the righteous sound of the sea tide!

It was only at this moment that the Incomplete Wind had just shattered the light shield.

And after the sea of fire and the tide of sound swept through…

Only Jiang Wang remained standing alone on the Sword Discourse Platform.

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