Records of Cultivating Immortals [NTR]

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: The Memoir and the Restless Night

Chapter 71: The Memoir and the Restless Night

In the early summer of the twenty-seventh year of Qingxuan.

Our first meeting.

He ventured alone out of the palace and through bustling markets, where he encountered a petty thief. Dressed in simple clothes, he wielded a sword to help him, displaying the dashing and romantic spirit of a young man.

...

It was the end of summer in the twenty-seventh year of Qingxuan.

We met again.

I have missed you every day since we parted the other day, and I am overjoyed to see you again in the bamboo forest.

You said the sword in your hand is named Dry Branch, and you entered the martial world for the sake of the common people, sweeping away all the injustices of the world.

You said that to make a name for yourself, you must first make a name for yourself. So you went to Kunshan and vowed to win the championship of the Famous Sword Tournament.

...

It was the early winter of the twenty-seventh year of Qingxuan.

Hearing the spring rain.

Spring rain falls like silk threads.

A flicker of youthful excitement.

A gentle breeze swayed in the clear sky.

A hundred flowers bloom.

Everything was silent.

At the Famous Swords Tournament, Qin Zheng from Huizhou defeated all the heroes with his "Spring Rain" sword technique, thus becoming the champion of the tournament.

I heard you were injured again, and I miss you dearly.

I reside in the magnificent palace of Kyoto, where I dream of spring rain at night.

I do not seek fame for my sword, but only wish you well.

...

The twenty-eighth year of Qingxuan, the spring equinox.

Break through a thousand troops.

To sever her ties of affection, the Emperor deployed a thousand troops in the capital to block her path.

Fearless, you met them head-on with your bare blade, shattering a thousand suits of armor with a single sword strike, and once again making a name for yourself in the capital.

But I heard that you met a female Taoist practitioner, who said she was intelligent and had great talent in swordsmanship.

After this parting, I began to learn swordsmanship, seeking only to defeat the white-robed swordsman of Jiangnan.

...

Thirty years into the Qingxuan era, the summer solstice arrived.

To commit to each other for life.

He fought outside the city in white, but narrowly lost.

You kindly comforted me, saying that there is plenty of time in the future.

I know you are a chivalrous hero, and surely many beautiful women will follow you. However, I am about to ascend the throne, and I regret that I cannot stay by your side all the time.

I invite you into my secluded chamber, to spend a night of tender intimacy.

After this parting, I will rule the world, while you will enjoy your freedom.

...

Thirty-six years of Qingxuan, Cold Dew.

Demons are rampant.

When evil first appeared, you fought for the world, holding a withered branch, and comprehended the falling star.

In the battle of Xiuwen Mountain, more than 170 demons were killed and 33 evil spirits were vanquished.

In the battle of Dawu Mountain, more than 220 demons were slain and 54 evil spirits were killed.

...

Withered branch and spiritual sword, white robes from Jiangnan, fame resounds throughout the world.

...

The first day of Tianzheng is the winter solstice.

Eventually, things will change.

On the palace walls, I see your weathered face.

I received your message that spring rain and stars were falling, and I saw you off outside the city, saying that after this battle, there would be a beautiful and harmonious life.

Little did I know that this parting would be our last.

In the battle of Wutong Mountain, Jun Yishi defeated the Demon Lord with six different techniques, but his energy was exhausted, leaving only his wife and son alone in the world.

I only regret that the troubles of the world prevent me from sleeping with you forever!

I wish to change the name of the country to: Tianzheng.

...

This is a memoir written by Jiang Qingyu herself, which details her encounters with Qin Zheng, from their first meeting to their growing friendship. Every word is imbued with Jiang Qingyu’s longing for Qin Zheng.

His eyes welled up with tears. He finally understood his father and the empress’s past. He never expected that the two of them had known each other before his mother.

This was the first time Qin Luo had ever heard about his father’s past from someone other than Nangong Muyun, so he read it with particular care. He didn’t stop until the first rays of sunlight shone down on him at his desk. He took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes, and continued reading.

After that, there were no more words, only some scattered human figures. Qin Luo frowned slightly, as he seemed to have discovered that the second half of the book was actually a sword manual.

The sword manual of spring rain and falling stars!

Based on the previous battle at Tianxiangfang, Qin Luo immediately saw through its mystery, which was especially important to him now, because in order to comprehend the Six Insights, he needed to understand his father’s two previous sword strikes.

As Qin Luo flipped through the pages, he looked up and suddenly realized that half a day had passed.

The early winter sun felt especially warm. Qin Luo closed the book and shut his eyes in the sunlight streaming in from the window.

In his mind, there was a blurry figure dancing with a sword, and as time went on, the figure gradually became clearer.

After finally dissecting all the sword techniques in the book, Qin Luo opened his eyes and felt a strange sense of loss.

Although he had comprehended his father’s first two sword techniques, he still had no clue about the Six Insights that no one had ever seen.

But he now knew that this was not the time to delve into it. Those who practice swordsmanship must avoid getting stuck on trivial details, as this is a sign of going astray. Nangong Muyun had warned Qin Luo about this principle from the very first day he started practicing swordsmanship.

The most important things right now are to improve his cultivation and to further consolidate the Listening to the Tide technique that he has just comprehended. Finally, having cleared his mind, Qin Luo, standing by the window, let out a long sigh of relief, his gaze gradually becoming firm.

...

Meanwhile, inside the palace walls, Jiang Qingyu, with one hand resting on her forehead, looked troubled.

Since she left the capital, Qinglian, who was impersonating her, has managed all the affairs of the palace in an orderly manner, so Jiang Qingyu is naturally not bothered by those complicated matters now.

What bothers her is that ever since she came back, a strange feeling of heat has been keeping her awake for a long time in the quiet of the night.

This was a feeling she had never experienced before, which made Jiang Qingyu’s heart particularly tormented at this moment.

Before Da Niu, she only had Qin Zheng as a man. Although the two had been intimate several times, none of them left a deeper impression on her than the several times she had passionate intercourse with Da Niu.

Qin Zheng has been dead for many years, yet he still stirs up a sense of betrayal in her heart. This sense of betrayal, mixed with the lust in her body, puts Jiang Qingyu, who is now dressed in a dragon robe, in a state of great entanglement.

Although she repeatedly told herself that it was the fiery aura emanating from Da Niu’s domineering presence that fueled her, the more Jiang Qingyu thought about it, the more intensely the flame in her heart burned.

Da Niu’s brutal methods, his obscene humiliation, and even his every move seemed to possess a strange magic that made Jiang Qingyu want to get closer, to submit, and to kneel before that man and let him do as he pleased.

Although this increasingly strong thought kept Jiang Qingyu awake at night, she clearly knew that the growth of this desire had nothing to do with love. She was quite certain that she would only love Qin Zheng, one man in her life. However, like a parched land receiving rain, she did not have the slightest courage to reject the strong masculine aura emanating from Da Niu.

Perhaps it was a woman’s instinct, Jiang Qingyu thought.

Because Nangong Muyun was a Phoenix Spirit Body, Qin Zheng had praised her more than once in front of Jiang Qingyu for knowing how to please men in bed. Thinking of her wanton behavior under Da Niu before, Jiang Qingyu suddenly shook her head, cursed herself for thinking nonsense, and then opened the memorial in front of her, trying to dispel the nameless fire in her heart by doing the miscellaneous work in the palace.

But things didn’t go as planned. Although Jiang Qingyu tried her best to immerse herself in those tedious memorials, the terrifying penis between Da Niu’s legs and the unprecedented feeling of fullness beneath her body kept flashing through her mind.

The feeling was so wonderful that Jiang Qingyu felt she had never been so satisfied or so joyful in her life. The goose-egg-sized glans, the shaft covered with blue veins, the tingling sensation radiating outwards from the clitoris—everything about it made Jiang Qingyu unable to extricate herself.

A trickle of spring water quietly overflowed from beneath her. Jiang Qingyu, sitting on the dragon throne, instinctively tightened her legs. Just as her jade hand was about to brush towards her abdomen, a series of light footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. Jiang Qingyu quickly composed herself and looked up to see Qinglian walking into the hall with a smile on her face.

"What is it?"

Jiang Qingyu asked, and Qinglian smiled slightly. Having grown up by Jiang Qingyu’s side since childhood, she naturally felt a long-standing closeness to her.

After taking a few steps forward, Qinglian whispered, "Is the Princess’s residence really not sending any servants?"

Seeing Jiang Qingyu frown slightly, Qinglian quickly continued, "Your Majesty, please don’t misunderstand. What I’m afraid of is neglecting the immortals..."

She wanted to refuse outright, but a bold idea suddenly flashed through Jiang Qingyu’s mind. The moment this thought appeared, a hint of shyness flickered in her eyes.

With her head bowed, Qinglian didn’t notice anything amiss with Jiang Qingyu. She only heard the empress in the hall murmur, "I’ll go check on her tonight."

"Your Majesty is leaving the palace tonight?" A sly glint flashed in Qinglian’s eyes. She took a few steps forward, leaned close to Jiang Qingyu, and whispered, "Sneaking out?"

Trying her best to remain calm, Jiang Qingyu said nonchalantly, "Yes, it’s the same as before. If someone requests an audience..."

"Understood!" Qinglian smiled and said, "If anyone requests an audience, then naturally I will deal with them."

Qinglian’s tone changed slightly in the second half of her sentence, making it sound exactly like Jiang Qingyu’s.

Jiang Qingyu nodded, watching Qinglian skip and hop out of the main hall. As if thinking about what was going to happen tonight, a faint blush appeared on the Empress’s noble and unapproachable face, which was lost in thought...

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