Giving Birth But Not Raising, Why Are You Crying Now That I’ve Become an Immortal Emperor? - Chapter 7 - Chapter 7 – Daoist Supreme, Falling Snow Sword Technique

The Great Chu Empire, where Ye Lingyun lived, was located in the eastern part of the continent, in the vast and boundless region of Eastern Province.

The Eastern Province was filled with numerous ethnic groups, countless factions, and a mix of powers, where great nations like the Great Qi and Great Chu both resided.

Among all the forces in Eastern Province, the Daoist sects stood out as the most powerful, with their influence overshadowing the present world. Their reputation was unmatched across the land.

The Dao Palace, Dragon Tiger Mountain, and the Yaochi Holy Land were three major Daoist sects, standing as towering pillars, their names known far and wide, dominating their time.

Ye Lingyun’s mother, Qin Yao, was the Saintess of Yaochi, a Daoist holy land, and possessed extraordinary talent.

His father, Ye Chang, was the son of the Northern Marquis of the Qi Province. The marquis himself had reached the Ascension Realm, a pinnacle of cultivation that earned him immense fame throughout Great Qi and its neighboring empires.

With the formation of Ye Lingyun’s Golden Core, an invisible Daoist aura instantly spread across the air, filling the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, not far from the Great Chu Empire, a slight ripple appeared in the void, and a graceful figure slowly emerged, halting in midair.

“Daoist aura?” A soft and clear voice with a hint of surprise echoed, as the woman’s cold gaze shifted toward the source of the disturbance, which was the direction of Great Chu.

Her expression was serene, with a jade-like complexion. She wore a Daoist robe imbued with an ethereal air, resembling someone like Miao Zhen, though compared to Miao Zhen’s youthful beauty, this woman exuded a more mature charm and an otherworldly aura.

With a gentle, warm face, she seemed to radiate an aura of independence and aloofness, like someone who didn’t belong to this mortal world.

Floating in the air, without any extra gestures, her stunning beauty was enough to make anyone fall under her spell.

This woman’s surname was Dongfang, her Daoist title was Yuqing, and she had reached the peak of the Ascension Realm. She was one of the three most powerful figures in the Dao Palace, revered as the Daoist Supreme by the world.

Miao Zhen, who resembled her somewhat, was also her disciple.

“Innate Dao Physique?” Upon sensing the subtle disturbance, Dongfang Yuqing closed her eyes and focused for a moment, and after a few breaths, she opened her eyes, revealing a look of barely concealed surprise.

She had been traveling the world for a hundred years, and now, finding such a rare gem, she was naturally moved.

“He’s a good seedling.” Dongfang Yuqing muttered to herself softly and made up her mind to take him as a disciple.

Suddenly, from deep within her, a seductive and demonic voice spoke: “Hehe, with his Innate Dao Physique, if you consume him, you will successfully suppress your demonic will and take full control of your body.”

Dongfang Yuqing gritted her teeth, her brows furrowed deeply. Her voice was icy as she responded: “Shut up. This is none of your business.”

“What I do is not for you to control.”

The seductive voice continued to sound, not even trying to hide its disregard for Dongfang Yuqing, saying arrogantly: “Do as you wish, but you’re becoming unable to suppress me more and more. Hahahaha!”

After a loud, arrogant laugh, the voice gradually quieted.

Dongfang Yuqing remained suspended in midair, standing motionless for a long time. Eventually, she sighed deeply, her expression filled with melancholy.

She had been searching for a solution to suppress the demonic nature within her for many years, but results had been meager. If this situation continued to worsen…

Taking a deep breath to suppress the myriad of chaotic thoughts rising within her, she steadied her mind and set off toward Great Chu.

…

At the Imperial Palace, in the martial arts arena, following the orders of the Empress Chu Xi, the area had been cleared, with all irrelevant personnel dismissed. Only Ye Lingyun and the maid, Xue Yi, remained.

“Young Master Ye Tian, allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Xue Yi, and I come from the renowned Xue family, a family of generals in the Great Chu.”

“Many years ago, my father was falsely accused of colluding with the Demon God Palace and was wrongfully killed. The members of my Xue family were either exiled or committed suicide.”

“I was sent to the pleasure house, but luckily, I was saved by the young Empress at the time and became her maid, escaping from my misfortune.”

“Later, the Empress sent me to Mount Shu to train in swordsmanship. I defeated many young prodigies and became the top among the younger generation of Mount Shu. Afterward, I returned to the Great Chu to assist Her Majesty.”

Xue Yi spoke to Ye Lingyun calmly, narrating her past as though it were a trivial matter.

However, Ye Lingyun could still discern the deep sorrow lingering in her clear eyes, evoking a feeling of pity.

What stood out most in Xue Yi’s words was the mention of ‘Ye Tian,’ the name the Empress had given to Ye Lingyun when she adopted him.

The Empress had considered that Ye Lingyun’s family had perished, and it was a painful memory. To allow him to grow up without sorrow, she had thoughtfully given him a new name.

“Since the Empress has entrusted me to teach you swordsmanship, we must not slack off. Young Master, I will now demonstrate my most proficient sword technique and teach it to you.”

With a clang, a frost-covered sword was drawn from its sheath, and a sharp sword aura spread across the area, immediately filling the surroundings with an oppressive, murderous aura.

The sword’s light flickered, emanating an icy coldness.

Xue Yi, dressed in white like her name, held the sword gracefully. Her skirt fluttered in the wind, and her face carried a frosty, elegant air. She resembled a snow lotus from Mount Tian, pure and flawless, breathtakingly beautiful.

From her, Ye Lingyun knew the name of the cold sword in her hand, Xueluo.

“Sister Xue, do you know who falsely accused your Xue family?” Ye Lingyun didn’t immediately start observing her sword technique; instead, he asked about the tragic history of her family.

Upon hearing this, Xue Yi pursed her lips and slowly shook her head.

“My father was loyal, killing countless demons along the southern border, sacrificing his life. I also had a brother, who died at the hands of the demon race.”

“With such deep-seated hatred, how could he possibly collude with the Demon God Palace?”

Ye Lingyun asked again, “So, who was behind the false accusation?”

Xue Yi’s face darkened, and a hint of hatred flashed in her eyes as she slowly replied: “The current suspect is… Duke Wuyou.”

“I suspect that he colluded with the demons and framed the Xue family.”

“If I ever find out the truth, I will stop at nothing to kill him with my own hands.”

She gently stroked the cold sword in her hand. Her words were as chilling as ice, revealing her unwavering determination.

Ye Lingyun gazed at her eyes, speaking solemnly: “If that day comes, I will draw my sword for you, Sister Xue.”

Seeing his sincere response, Xue Yi couldn’t help but smile, her expression softening as she nodded lightly.

“Good. I trained in swordsmanship at Mount Shu and created my own sword style, called Falling Snow. I will teach it to you today.”