Chapter 92: True Disciple Sisters! Dual Qi Achieved!

“Huh?! This... this is twins...”

Jiang Ye, whose qi had fully dissolved into the night, saw through the mist rising from the cold spring two graceful figures piercing through the fog.

The approaching figures were two women, identical in build and face.

They wore thin, pale aquamarine gauze robes, so sheer they resembled cicada wings, glimmering with a cold, faint light under the moon, as if condensed from the perpetual mist of the Cold Spring on Xuan Shui Peak.

Beneath the gauze, the subtle curves of their bodies were faintly visible.

Their shoulders were sculpted like carved jade, their waists slender as bound silk, their collarbones exquisitely defined, their skin pale as if translucent, untouched by sunlight for years.

Their faces were identical in every detail.

The same oval faces, the same distant-mountain brows, the same dewy apricot eyes.

Yet upon closer look, the woman on the left carried a languid seductiveness in her eyes, while the one on the right radiated a cool, detached aloofness.

Barefoot, they stepped upon the green stones, their ankles slender, toes like pearls, advancing step by step toward the cold spring like water spirits walking beneath the moon.

“Could they be the twin sisters ranked first and second on the True Disciple List...?”

Jiang Ye’s mind raced. He recalled how Lu Ming and Chen Lili had mentioned the top two on the True Disciple List were twin sisters from Xuan Shui Peak.

Before his thoughts could settle, his scalp suddenly prickled.

Because the twin sisters began to undress...

Their slender fingers gently untied the sash at their waists.

Non-lǐ, do not look.

Jiang Ye’s aged face flushed rare red; he quickly shut his eyes.

Not long after.

Plop! Plop!

Two splashes erupted in the cold spring—the twin sisters leapt in, one after the other.

Ripples spread across the water, stirring faint, elusive fragrances.

The same scent he had noticed earlier—like osmanthus, yet also like a maiden’s natural aroma.

Jiang Ye kept his eyes tightly shut, motionless as a thousand-year-old driftwood submerged in water.

Simultaneously, he silently prayed: “Don’t come over...”

This spring was small—if they swam around, they might accidentally brush against him.

“Ha... so good...”

One of them stretched lazily in the spring, letting out a soft, languid yawn, her voice sweet as if it could be squeezed into water.

“Sis, don’t get too comfortable! Come over and wash my back!”

The other’s voice rang out, matter-of-fact—clearly the elder sister.

“Alright, alright~~~ Why the rush?!”

The younger sister replied lazily, and soon the spring echoed with the rustle of water—she was swimming toward her sister.

Moments later.

“Ouch~~~ You’re trying to kill me, using so much force!”

The elder sister cried out, pain and irritation in her voice: “It hurts! Don’t you feel it too?!”

“Hehe! I’m taking you down with me!”

The younger sister laughed loudly, her tone brimming with mischievous triumph.

Then came the sound of the sisters playfully wrestling in the water.

Jiang Ye, eyes still shut, heard their bizarre exchange and frowned in confusion.

“It hurts? You feel it too?”

What did that mean?

Did these sisters share pain?

After a long while, their playfulness faded, and the spring fell silent once more.

“Sis, after all this time in seclusion, what’s new in the sect?”

The younger sister’s lazy voice returned, tinged with idle curiosity.

“New things? I heard Wen Shimei from Tianyangfeng recently went to Anxi County to quell unrest and took down Black Old Five.”

The elder sister’s clear voice replied, laced with admiration.

“Wen Shimei’s quite capable—I heard from Lin Tao that Black Old Five among the Yunling Six Demons was cunning and used poisonous insects to ambush people—very troublesome...”

The younger sister’s lazy tone carried a hint of approval as well.

“Exactly. By comparison, Zheng Feng from Tianyangfeng is a bit...”

The elder sister paused, a suppressed chuckle in her voice:

“He personally went to capture White Old Three, and yet...”

“A mid-Bao Dan cultivator couldn’t catch a Hua Jing peak rogue. Word’s gotten around the sect—it’s become a joke.”

“Zheng Feng... he’s really dense.”

The younger sister snorted, “He’s the kind who holds a golden bowl while begging for scraps.”

“By the way, there’s another new thing.”

The elder sister continued, her tone now tinged with gossip: “I heard the sect recently took in an outer disciple with a True Yin Body—taken in by Jin Hai, that Blackie.”

I heard that not long ago, the sect took in an outer disciple with a True Yin Body, and she was taken in by Jin Hai, that Blackie.

The younger sister’s scoff finally broke into surprise, disbelief in her voice: “How did that Blackie Jin Hai get such luck?! But...”

She paused, then resumed her lazy confidence: “Even if he absorbs the True Yin, he won’t be our match!”

“We’ve been in seclusion so long—we should stretch our legs.”

The elder sister’s voice grew slightly more serious: “I asked Lin Tao to investigate Red Old Two of the Yunling Six Demons—he’s made progress.”

“Lin Tao really is a famed blade-handler in Fucheng—efficient as ever.”

The younger sister chuckled, her tone brimming with eager excitement: “Sis, let’s head down the mountain tomorrow!”

In the cold spring, Jiang Ye remained motionless, listening as the sisters chatted about sect gossip.

About an hour later.

The sisters had finally soaked enough.

With a splash of water, two graceful figures rose from the spring, droplets glittering like shattered silver under the moonlight.

They stepped barefoot onto the green stones, draped themselves in the gauzy aquamarine robes, laughing and playfully shoving each other as they walked up the mountain path.

Only when their footsteps vanished completely and all sound ceased did Jiang Ye slowly open his eyes.

In his aged gaze now glimmered deep thought.

The sisters’ qi was astonishingly thick—the strongest Bao Dan cultivators he had ever sensed.

No wonder they ranked first and second on the True Disciple List—they truly had power.

He pulled his thoughts back, glancing down at the water around him.

Moonlight refracted through the surface, casting the spring into a deep, faint blue.

The faint fragrance still lingered at his nose—he finally understood.

No wonder the spring carried such a scent—it was from these sisters...

He gave a wry, amused shake of his head, suppressing all chaotic thoughts.

Since they were gone, it was time for serious business.

He closed his eyes again, drew a deep breath, and calmed his spirit.

This time, no one would disturb him.

He began adjusting his breath according to the method recorded in the Canglan Zhen Shui Yang Qi Fa.

Each inhale and exhale synced with the spring’s pulse, blending with the night of Xuan Shui Peak.

He guided his breath, drawing in pure water qi, strand by strand.

First strand, second strand, third strand...

More and more water qi entered his body, converging in his meridians into a gentle stream, slowly flowing toward his dantian.

More and more water vapor was drawn into him, gathering in his meridians into a gentle stream that slowly flowed toward his dantian.

Jiang Ye’s breathing grew longer, deeper.

A faint sheen of waterlight surfaced on his skin—not damp, but as if an invisible film connected him to the spring.

A faint shimmer of waterlight glowed on his skin—the trace of water vapor condensing on his surface—yet it was not damp; instead, it seemed as if an invisible film connected him to the pool.

A faint, almost imperceptible sound echoed in his dantian, like the first trickle of a spring welling up.

A pale blue elixir floated quietly beside his existing crimson-gold one, emitting a cool, enduring qi.

Jiang Ye slowly opened his eyes. In his aged gaze, left and right, glowed crimson-gold and pale-blue light.

The lights flickered and vanished, sinking back into stillness.

He felt the endless flow of true qi within, glanced at the still faint blue water, and smiled faintly.

He felt the endless flow of true qi within him, glanced at the still deep-blue pool around him, and smiled slightly.

Canglan Zhen Shui Yang Qi Fa—entered the gate.

“This water true qi flows endlessly—perfect for prolonged battles...”

Jiang Ye felt a spark of interest.

He wanted to find someone to “sparring” and test this water true qi.

He wanted to find someone to “exchange techniques” and test this Water Element true qi.

Who should he look for?

In Jiang Ye’s mind, a seductively beautiful face flashed instantly.

Then he rose gently; the sound of water was so faint it was nearly inaudible. His figure shimmered once and vanished into the fading night.

This time, his direction was Jin Chen Peak.