Nine Yang Sword Saint

She only silently sobbed with infinite sorrow. There was no loud wailing or heartbroken yelling. However, her sadness far exceeded both of these extremes.

The stunning woman let out her first cry ten minutes later. Desperately, she said, “Ten years, I’ve been waiting for ten years only to receive this news.”

Yang Dingtian should have consoled her but he couldn’t find any suitable words. The only thing he could do was join in the sad atmosphere.

“Did he die in pain?” the woman separated from Yang Dingtian and asked.

Yang Dingtian replied, “Master died with honor!”

The woman then spoke softly, “That’s great. That’s great.”

Then, the woman looked at Yang Dingtian with her charming eyes and asked, “You call him Master?”

“Yes,” Yang Dingtian replied. “We met two years ago and he accepted me as his disciple four months ago.”

Immediately, the way the woman looked at Yang Dingtian became more gentle. “Did he leave any words before he passed?”

Dongfang Niemie last wishes were: First, Yang Dingtian would assume the position of heir to the Yin Yang Sect. The sect will then take full responsibility for his cultivation. Second, his daughter Dongfang Bingling would be betrothed to Yang Dingtian.

When Yang Dingtian recalled his Master’s last words, his face turned slightly red. He was too embarrassed to repeat the words. “Master said that as long as the moth ornament is joined with the flame ornament, his last words will appear.”

Immediately, the woman quickly pulled the front of her dress to the side a bit. A part of her seductive snow-white bosom revealed itself along with a delicate moth ornament. Yang Dingtian’s heart jumped, and he immediately looked away.

The woman then took off her moth ornament and held it against the flame ornament in her right hand, forming the combination of the moth being drawn to the flame. Immediately, a string of characters emerged, floating in the air. Seeing her husband’s familiar handwriting again, her tears started to drop like rain.

These few sentences weren’t too long, but the woman read them again and again until the words in the air faded. The woman then again began to cry loudly.

“Little kid, come over here. Let me get a proper look at you,” she said.

Yang Dingtian then turned his body to face the woman. Her slim hand gently touched his face, and she spoke in a soft voice, “Thank you so much for accompanying him in the last moments of his life. From today onwards, we’re family.”

“Your Master’s last words stated that first, I should not ask about your origins. Second, I should nominate you for the position of heir of the Yin Yang Sect. Third, little Bingling should be betrothed to you. I will make it happen. Starting from today, I’ll entrust Bingling to you.”

“Yes, auntie!” Yang Dingtian replied.

“From today onwards, the Yin Yang Sect will also be entrusted to you.”

“Yes, auntie!” Yang Dingtian replied.

“From today onwards, your Master’s life mission will also be entrusted to you.”

“Yes, auntie!” Yang Dingtian replied.

“From today onwards, auntie… will also be entrusted to you.” the woman said, her face turning red and her voice softening.

Yang Dingtian was slightly shocked but repeated, “Yes, auntie!”

“You still haven’t seen your Apprentice Sister Bingling. I’ll ask her to come and see you immediately. After all, you two will be husband and wife.”

Immediately, Yang Dingtian’s face turned completely red.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Your Master is used to being unreasonable and unruly,” she said while walking towards the door. The swaying of her perfect body was definitely ten thousand times more attractive than the voluptuous beauty from before. However, Yang Dingtian did not dare look and kept his eyes on his feet.

Arriving at the door, she opened the door and ordered, “Bring the young lady here.”

“Yes!” The voluptuous woman that brought Yang Dingtian here immediately replied.

Master’s wife then walked to the living room and sat down. She asked Yang Dingtian about the days Yang Dingtian had spent with Dongfang Niemie.

After a couple of minutes, a clear and pleasant voice came in from the outside, “Mom, I’m here.”

Dongfang Bingling, the rumored number one beauty in the world, was here. His fiancée had arrived. Immediately, Yang Dingtian’s heart began jumping so fast until it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.

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The moment Dongfang Bingling entered the room, the room seemed to brighten. Her face resembled her mother’s, especially the shape. However, they differed greatly in terms of temperament.

Her mother had a gentle, attractive, and charming appearance. Dongfang Bingling had a sharp, cold face and was as beautiful as a flower.

They both had extraordinary appearances. Her mother’s eyes were pretty like water while Dongfang Bingling’s eyes were sharp like a winter night, making people feel unworthy.

Her mother had a rosy complexion. Her skin looked peachy. Dongfang Bingling’s skin was white and was the epitome of the phrase “perfect snow-white skin.”

Her body wasn’t as voluptuous as her mother’s, but she was a little bit taller and had a pair of beautiful legs, which made her figure look more amazing.

Her mom had a delicate nose, while Dongfang Bingling’s looked like it was carved from jade, filled with her strong personal determination.

The servant’s son from the Northwest Qin family hadn’t lied. She was definitely the number one beauty in the world. Although she looked like her mother, they were two completely different extraordinary beauties. Master’s wife was like an image found in a dream, while Dongfang Bingling was like a jade sculpture. She made people feel unworthy and afraid of sullying her with their minds.

Dongfang Bingling noticed Yang Dingtian as soon as she walked in. She was immediately a little confused because she had never seen a strange man alone with her mother in this place. When this number one beauty glanced at him, Yang Dingtian immediately felt her gaze pierce him, and his heart started to tremble.

“Little Bing, your dad has passed away!” Master’s wife’s eyes immediately turned red and leaked tears when she saw her daughter enter.

Dongfang Bingling stopped moving in shock. Then, her face paled. Her charming eyes immediately filled with tears, and she quickly ran to hug her mother. Master’s wife cried pitifully into her daughter’s chest.

Although Dongfang Bingling’s eyes were now filled with tears, they didn’t leak out. Only her small petal-like lips lost all traces of blood. They looked transparent, exactly like carved ice.

After a few moments, Master’s wife raised her head and pointed at Yang Dingtian. “Little Bing, this is your Apprentice Brother. He was with your dad throughout the last year of his life.”

Dongfang Bingling’s slender and perfect body slowly moved and leaned forward, giving a ritual bow. Her waist was really attractive, resembling a moving willow. Although she didn’t possess big boobs, what she had still caught one’s eyes.

“Thank you, Apprentice Brother.” Dongfang Bingling raised her head and showed her perfect face. Tearfully looking at Yang Dingtian with her beautiful eyes, she asked, “Apprentice Brother, could you please tell me the entire story in detail?”

When she started talking, her petal-like lips resembled a piece of ice, seeming like they would melt if someone kissed it. A fresh scent wafted over as the words left her mouth.

“Certainly,” Yang Dingtian replied. He then started to narrate from the very beginning. Of course, he didn’t disclose certain things. He didn’t tell her that he had transmigrated from Earth and possessed the Nine Yang body. He also didn’t tell her Master’s final words.

“I thank Apprentice Brother very much for being at my father’s side during his last moments as it should have been my responsibility.” The normally cool Dongfang Bingling now looked at Yang Dingtian more gently. “From today onwards, Apprentice Brother, you can just act as if this is your home. We can share the responsibility of supporting the sect.”

After hesitating for a moment, Master’s wife said, “Little Bing, your dad had some final words. The first thing was making your Apprentice Brother the heir to the Yin Yang Sect. Secondly, he wanted to betroth you to your Apprentice Brother.”

After she finished talking, Master’s wife worriedly looked at Dongfang Bingling.

Immediately, Dongfang Bingling’s body trembled, and a hint of a blush finally colored her jade-like cheeks. She then couldn’t help but look at Yang Dingtian. Previously, she had just quickly glanced over him, but after her mother’s words, she finally carefully inspected him.

Yang Dingtian warned himself to stay cool and not humiliate himself. However, Dongfang Bingling’s gaze made him tremble, causing his face to turn red. This extraordinary beauty’s stare was powerful. Even a tougher guy with stronger determination would melt under her gaze. Coincidentally, she also looked like a beauty made of ice.

No wonder all the youngster in the world were in love with her and conferred upon her the title of number one beauty in the world, hailing her as a Fairy. Her beauty and temperament unsurprisingly enamored countless men.

“Little Bing, this is what your father wished. Do you have anything to say?” Master’s wife asked.

Dongfang Bingling again looked at Yang Dingtian. She lowered her face, pursed her delicate lips, and just when she was about to answer, footsteps suddenly could be heard from outside.

“Madam, the Ximen City Lord from Cloud Sky City brought his daughter here to pay a visit,” a warrior outside said respectfully.

Immediately, Master’s wife wiped away her tears and tidied up her hair. “Young man, you need to go to the back room for a moment. Your Apprentice Sister and I need to see a guest and it would be inconvenient for you to be here.”

“Yes, auntie,” Yang Dingtian replied. He then walked into the room in the back.

It wasn’t a big room, but it had a comfortable wooden couch and a small table. On top of the table was some unfinished stitch work, probably the madam’s handwork. Yang Dingtian didn’t dare pick it up.

The entire room was decorated simply yet comfortably. The madam’s intoxicating scent covered everything. As a man, Yang Dingtian refused to sit down as he was afraid of sullying the place.

…

After a few minutes, the familiar voice of Ximen Wuya could be heard outside.

“The unworthy disciple, Ximen Wuya, greets Sect’s Master’s wife.” His appellation was a little odd as he didn’t call himself the Lord of Cloud Sky City, but rather an unworthy disciple.