I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 94

Time flows by, seasons change.

As winter arrives, a light layer of snow blankets the courtyard, remnants from a few days ago that have yet to fully melt away. However, the woman in the yard is dressed only in a thin white garment, her complexion appears fine, but her solitary figure in the cold wind inevitably shows a touch of desolation.

With a calm demeanor, she sits alone in the courtyard pavilion, slowly sipping her tea. Outside the courtyard, the sounds of bustling pedestrians occasionally drift in; just a wall away, the courtyard is completely silent, the vast home containing only her as the living being.

Clearly accustomed to such days, the woman finishes a cup of slightly cool tea, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly before she suddenly raises her gaze towards the horizon.

In the distance, she hears the flapping of wings, and soon a plump bird appears in her sight. It flaps its wings vigorously and lands on the table in front of her, preening its feathers before elegantly opening its beak.

"There are dozens of ghost clan members approaching Yun City. Hurry," comes the voice of Chu Ming from the bird's beak. It then names a location. Yun Duan listens quietly, stands up, and brushes her hands against the two swords at her waist.

"Tell him I'll be there soon."

The messenger bird nods affirmatively and flies away with all its might. Yun Duan exhales lightly, breathing out a misty white cloud into the frigid air, then steps through the snow to leave the house.

In the empty courtyard, the footprints in the snow, both coming and going, form only a single line.

Outside Yun City, Chu Ming uses his sword to fend off the attacking ghost clan members. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of an uncountable number of ghost clan members nearby and curses under his breath.

It has been over two years since the passage to the ghost realm opened, and the conflicts between cultivators and the ghost clan have gradually reached a stalemate. Since the master of Tianwai Tian is in seclusion, only the deputy master, Pei Chen, is able to seal the passage, causing the execution of such measures to be particularly slow.

Fortunately, this current ghost king seems to be a not-so-malignant fellow, at least not rampaging through the cultivation world. The ghost clan has maintained a strategy of not fighting or retreating, appearing quite satisfied with the current stalemate. It is rare for the ghost clan to launch such large-scale attacks on towns; if it weren't for Qing Yu keeping a close watch on Yun City and discovering this early, a major incident could have occurred.

Even though he noticed early, it still takes time for other sects to come to support, so Chu Ming has to lead the defense himself. Just as he begins to feel some impatience, he sees a flash of white sword light cutting through the sky, followed by a piercing coldness enveloping him, frost forming on the surrounding grass and trees.

His heart lifts with joy, and he looks up to see the figure in white gracefully landing in the middle of the battlefield. The spirit sword in her right hand is exuding sharp sword light, her robes billowing like a strand of cold, solitary smoke.

"It's Yun Zhong Jun! Yun Zhong Jun is here!"

The disciples of Qing Yu on the battlefield cheer in unison, the previously stalemated conflict suddenly turning in their favor. The icy figure of the woman, with every move exuding coldness, lightly twirls her wrist to slash down the approaching ghost clan members, her delicate features showing no hint of emotion. Even after the battle reaches a pause, she remains with her brows slightly furrowed, as if she were sculpted from ice.