Chapter 502 A Change of Face Under the Moon! The Three Gentlemen! Wen Nuan, Tian Yan, and Xuan Xuan...

The night was as dark as ink, and mist rose from the mountains.

Bailu Academy.

One of the seventy-two orthodox Confucian academies.

In a quaint, old-fashioned pavilion nestled in the mountains, Da Mei is sitting by the window reading a book.

The moonlight outside the window is just right!

A figure suddenly appeared in the courtyard.

The figure waved to Da Mei.

Da Mei put down her book and looked at the figure in the courtyard. He was dressed in white, the moonlight falling on his shoulders, and his face was covered with a black mask.

As he raised his sleeve to cover his face, the mask on his face suddenly changed color as he turned his head, transforming from a dark, charcoal-like face into a red face with blue eyes and fangs. Over the next few dozen breaths, as the man's head continued to turn, vivid masks on his face kept changing.

"It's beautiful!"

Da Mei tilted her head, her big eyes brimming with excitement as she watched the person performing in the courtyard.

In a full quarter of an hour, the person had changed more than a thousand different masks.

It changes in an instant, captivating the viewer.

"ah! "

Finally, with a sharp cry, the person transformed into a black shadow and disappeared into the courtyard.

"Giggle."

Da Mei covered her mouth and chuckled softly, shook her head, and then picked up a brush and wrote on the Xuan paper in front of her: "It seems like an old friend has come."

Whew~

Just then, a breeze blew from outside the mountain, carrying a petal that drifted to the window, on which two words slowly appeared: "Against you".

......

The back mountain of Bailu Academy.

Sword Pool.

Legend has it that in ancient times, a white deer swordsman passed away here. His sword intent has endured for tens of thousands of years. If a destined person comprehends the sword intent of this place, the white deer will appear and impart its teachings to him.

At this moment, in the center of the sword pool, the water surface was as smooth as a mirror, and a one-armed youth stood on the water with his sleeves hanging down.

A large, shimmering moon hung overhead, its reflection in the water seemingly filling the entire sword pool, as well as the young man's eyes.

"Sword Pool, One-Armed, Great Moon Sword Intent—you must be one of the Three Gentlemen of the Confucian Academy."

At that moment, a gentle voice rang in the young man's ear.

Ripples appeared on the water's surface, and a figure silently appeared on the water's surface, as if reflected in a mirror, under the bright moon.

"Who are you, daring to trespass into the Sword Pool behind the mountain?"

The one-armed youth let out a cold shout, unleashing his sword intent, which enveloped the surrounding world like a cage, causing the moon to tremble and reflect countless illusions.

The sword intent was cold, just like its master.

"That's a very good sword intent."

Qin Shou stood with his hands behind his back, the black mask on his face quietly changing into a white mask with two rosy cheeks and smiling eyes.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person."

Qin Shou waved a friendly wave.

However, the one-armed youth opposite him ignored his explanation and unleashed the Great Moon Sword Intent, which filled the universe and swept towards the Qin Beast with overwhelming force.

Buzzing—

The space trembled continuously.

Qin Shou stood still, and no matter how intense the young man's sword intent was, it could not shake Qin Shou in the slightest.

"Transcending...tribulation!?"

The young man's expression was solemn. Anyone who could so easily block his Great Moon Sword Intent must be no ordinary person.

"Guess correctly, there's a prize."

Qin Shou chuckled and snapped his fingers, instantly pulling the young man into his mental world.

The world was like a mirror, reflecting countless images of Qin beasts, each emanating a unique sword intent and swordsmanship.

"What exquisite swordsmanship! What unparalleled sword intent!"

The three Confucian scholars watched with rapt attention, and the sword enthusiast himself began to practice along with them.

Time flies by like water.

The three gentlemen on the Sword Pool slowly opened their eyes.

A voice echoed in my ears.

"Haha, consider this wisp of sword intent your blessing upon my beloved Da Mei."

"Junior Sister..."

The three gentlemen murmured to themselves, realizing that this person was perhaps the best master in the world that their junior sister often spoke of.

......

The prosperity of the Central Plains is the result of the accumulation of power over hundreds of eras, and it is recognized as a land that gathers all the prosperity and talents in the world.

Here, the ten imperial clans are an unavoidable obstacle.

The Heavenly Evolution Imperial Clan.

One of the ten great imperial clans.

Within the clan's territory, numerous sacred mountains are planted with exotic flowers and rare herbs, towering pavilions stand in rows, colorful clouds form steps, and golden rays of light pierce the sky. Waterfalls and spiritual springs cascade down from the clouds, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

Every blade of grass and every tree is like a fairyland.

"Holy crap!"

Upon seeing this scene, Qin Shou let out a gasp of amazement.

This clan's territory is almost as large as Yunzhou.

As expected of the legendary luxurious imperial family.

This was the first time Qin Shou had ever seen a clan occupy such a large territory.

Compared to this, my little hilltop looks insignificant.

Even the gatekeepers were two powerful experts at the Void Realm.

Qin Shou had already grasped the basics of spatial laws, and silently crossed the mountain gate's restrictions, appearing within the Imperial Clan. His divine sense quietly spread out, and soon he saw a familiar figure.

Before a colorful, crystal-clear lake, beneath an apricot-colored flowering tree, Wen Nuan was cultivating with a woman in purple. As they breathed in and out, streaks of purple light flowed around them.

Qin Shou knew that Yi Cheng and the others were also here, so the first place he chose to visit was the Tianyan Imperial Clan.

"Sister Xuanxuan, shall we go for a bath in the spiritual spring after we finish cultivating?"

"Wow! Nuannuan, you're amazing! You've already reached the second level of the Purple Cloud Scripture I taught you so quickly." Tianyan Xuanxuan tilted her head and laughed, "Are all the people in your sect this talented? First there was Yicheng and Xiao Xuan, and now you."

"Oh, it's alright! Sister Xuanxuan, if you praise me again, my face will turn red."

"Oh, you can blush?" Tian Yanxuan scratched Wen Nuan's armpit and teased, "Isn't your sect famous for being shameless? That little thief Xiao Xuan stayed at my house for half a year, swindling so many scriptures from me under the guise of sparring. And Yi Cheng, although I like her a lot, she's really good at freeloading. More importantly, she doesn't feel embarrassed at all when she's freeloading, not even a little bit..."

"Giggle, Sister Xuanxuan, stop tickling me! Nuannuan is so itchy! It was Third Aunt who freeloaded on your meal, not me. Go tickle my Third Aunt!"

"I'm not going. If I scratch her, she'll just try to scam me out of a lot of food. Nuannuan, tell me about your sect."

"Hehe, my master said I should keep a low profile after going down the mountain and not mention our sect to others, so as not to disturb his cultivation. But I can tell you about my fourth senior uncle." Wen Nuan blinked her big eyes, a sly look on her face, and said, "Sister Xuanxuan, you always eavesdrop on my fourth senior uncle's news, do you like him?"

"Nonsense...I...I didn't."

"Oh! Sister Xuanxuan, your face is red!"

"Hmph, that bastard already has a wife, and he's a womanizer. I'd never like him."

"Really? Then I won't talk about it."

"...Ahem, actually, it wouldn't hurt for you to tell me. As the saying goes, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.' My father said that bastard is top-notch in both character and talent. If we don't count Yi Cheng, he's very likely to become the leading figure among his peers within the next five hundred years. I want to defeat him, and I'll make him cry." Tian Yanxuan said indignantly, clenching her fists.

"Huh? Does that mean I'm helping you attack my fourth martial uncle?"

"Nuan Nuan, just tell me if you're on my side or that jerk's side, okay?"

"My fourth senior uncle's side..." Wen Nuan thought to herself, then stepped forward and hugged Tian Yanxuan's arm, smiling broadly, "Of course, I'm on my dearest Xuanxuan's side!"

"Hmph, at least you have some conscience."

Tianyan Xuanxuan stretched out her slender white fingers and poked Wen Nuan's head with a smile.

"Come on, let me take you to my family's special spiritual pool for a bath."

"Yay! Long live Sister Xuanxuan!"

Warmth and joy made them jump high in the air.