"Big Brother! Second Brother!"
At that moment, a graceful woman dressed in palace attire walked slowly toward them, soon arriving before Tang Xiao and Tang Hao.
She wore a luxurious long palace gown. Her face was shaped like a goose egg, with delicate features and crescent moon-like eyebrows—
sensual red lips and a slender, snowy-white swan neck.
She was extremely tall—only half a head shorter than her two brothers.
Her figure was voluptuous and full, with a radiant, elegant glow.
She had light blue hair, tied up high.
Her slender waist resembled that of a water snake, and her long, straight legs were clad in knee-high high-heeled boots.
She walked neither too fast nor too slow, each step just right—
like a queen or princess from an imperial court, with a transcendent grace.
Noble, elegant, dignified, and magnificent.
She was Tang Yuehua, the little princess of the Clear Sky Sect.
Given the Clear Sky Sect's status, her position even surpassed that of the Emperor's daughters of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Smelling the stench of alcohol on Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, Tang Yuehua frowned slightly.
"Big Brother, Second Brother, what have you two been looking for these past days? Why have you ended up in this state again?"
Tang Yuehua asked with a frown.
Seeing her arrive, both Tang Hao and Tang Xiao looked embarrassed.
They certainly couldn't tell their sister that they had been chasing after a woman for days—
a woman who had apparently run off with someone else—and that they were trying to get her back.
As young masters of the Clear Sky Sect, what kind of woman couldn't they get?
There were countless beautiful women within the sect.
Just one gesture and they'd be flocked with admirers.
If their grandfather Tang Chen found out, he would probably beat them to death.
Not because they were wrong to chase another man's woman—
as the elite nobility of this world, taking another's woman was trivial.
Even if they did, the man wouldn't dare utter a word—
in fact, he might even feel honored.
But now it was the opposite.
The woman they wanted had been taken by someone else, and they'd lost face.
If word got out that the Clear Sky Sect's young masters had their woman stolen—
how could the sect maintain its standing in the Soul Master world?
"Forget it. If you don't want to talk about it, then never mind."
Seeing how hesitant and awkward they were, Tang Yuehua sighed and turned to leave.
"It's getting late. You two should rest.
Even if you have things to handle, you need to be in good spirits."
With that, she didn't say any more.
Though she had once admired her two older brothers,
now she didn't have the energy to care about trivial matters.
Everyone has their own troubles. Everyone walks their own path.
Just like her—born with innate rank nine soul power—
yet stuck there for life, unable to progress.
The man she loved was looked down upon by her grandfather, Tang Chen, and eventually left her.
It devastated her.
Her grandfather never considered that, despite her being the little princess of the Clear Sky Sect,
she was, in truth, a cultivation failure.
No matter how civilized this world pretends to be,
it is ultimately one of survival of the fittest—where strength reigns supreme.
How could any core heir of the Seven Great Sects be willing to marry a woman who could never become a Soul Master?
If their children didn't inherit a strong martial spirit, it wouldn't just be a personal loss—
it would affect the entire clan's future.
They would rather marry a commoner woman with a powerful martial spirit
than the daughter of a sect who possessed a useless one.
The elite of the great clans didn't want her.
And when she considered lowering her standards, her grandfather and father saw it as a disgrace to the Clear Sky Sect—
that the daughter of the world's number one sect would marry a branch member or a commoner?
Wouldn't that make the Clear Sky Sect a laughingstock?
What could she do?
She wasn't young anymore—already in her twenties.
Without cultivation, she wouldn't have the long lifespan of a Soul Master.
In a couple of decades, she would grow old.
If she didn't marry soon, then once her youth faded, she truly might never find a husband.
What girl doesn't long for love?
Tang Yuehua also wanted a man to spend her life with.
Of course, if she could solve her cultivation problem and become a high and mighty Soul Master,
she wouldn't be thinking about these things at all.
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The Next Morning
As dawn broke, Night Rain got up, glancing at the sleeping Ah Yin,
her tear-streaked cheeks carrying a look of satisfied contentment.
Pop!
A sound like a cork being pulled echoed.
Ah Yin frowned slightly in her sleep, then shifted to a more comfortable position and drifted off again.
She was simply too exhausted.
After a night of madness with Night Rain—
despite her extraordinary recovery ability, she couldn't endure his relentless assault.
Seeing the torn clothes scattered everywhere and the thoroughly ravished Ah Yin,
Night Rain sighed, swung his arms like a pendulum, and headed to the bathroom to wash up.
Then he went up to the rooftop and began grinding experience again.
Even though he had been in this world for half a month,
and had spent time with Ah Yin touring the mountains and rivers,
he never slacked off.
Every day, he carved out time to practice various skills.
Now that his blade and movement techniques had reached the mid-level of the "Artistic Conception" realm,
each strike carried the force of heaven and earth.
He was essentially at the cusp of forming his own domain.
Once he fully comprehended it, his strength would multiply—
just like Hong, the strongest in this world.
As the blade flashed again and again, Night Rain harnessed the surrounding natural energy,
his figure seemingly merging with nature, appearing harmoniously serene.
But he noticed a problem.
Now that his blade and movement techniques had reached the mid-level of Artistic Conception,
his experience-gaining speed had slowed—nearly cut in half.
He figured it would slow even more once he reached the late stage.
Of course!
Even many universe-level powerhouses hadn't mastered domains.
If he, a mere apprentice, did—it would be beyond monstrous.
Power should match one's level.
Perhaps once he broke through to the planetary level, his progress would return to normal.
Still, no matter how slow it became, he continued to train diligently every day.
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At the Same Time
In a bedroom on the third floor of Moon Pavilion—
Tang Yuehua rose from under her silk quilt.
As it slipped down, a vast expanse of snowy-white skin was exposed to the air.
Her thin silk nightgown revealed her tall, full, and curvy figure.
Opening the window to get some fresh air,
she spotted a figure on the rooftop across a hundred meters away—
a man practicing with a long blade.
At first, she didn't pay it much mind.
But when she sensed the unusual flow of natural energy,
she was instantly drawn in.
Though she couldn't cultivate, she was born with the power of a domain—
which gave her a perception of nature far beyond the ordinary.
She could feel the unnatural energy fluctuations coming from the rooftop.
Staring at the man's upright posture and handsome face,
Tang Yuehua stood there, dazed, captivated.
Each time he struck with his blade, it didn't seem overly grand—
yet the layered blade lights looked as if they could tear through space itself.
Only now did she realize just how terrifying the sharpness within his blade truly was.