The Xinsword Sect holds a peculiar position in the Star of Tsars. In terms of actual strength, the Outer Heart Sect and Qingtian Cliff are evenly matched.

Yet the sect's unique cultivation method demands extremely high standards from disciples, resulting in its minuscule follower count. Their signature "Unmoving Sword Technique" requires years of dedicated practice for even basic mastery - a requirement that keeps most disciples secluded within their mountain headquarters rather than wandering outside, except for those low-ranking outer sect members who handle menial tasks.

Consequently, the Xinsword Sect's influence pales in comparison to Qingtian Cliff. Their territorial control amounts to less than one-tenth of Qingtian Cliff's reach across Misha Star.

While all major factions and cultivators on Misha Star respect the Xinsword Sect, they ultimately defer to Qingtian Cliff when critical decisions must be made.

As the second-largest power in the region yet possessing such a modest mountain headquarters - even less impressive than Lingqi Sect's - the Xinsword Sect resides at the far end of a narrow ravine in Wanhe City. Here, within an eighteen-zhang wide by one-hundred-zhang high rectangular archway carved into vertical cliffs just under a hundred li from ground level, several low stone chambers house low-level disciples serving as sentries.

Beyond this unadorned entrance, a straight tunnel hewn through the mountainside stretches ten li before opening into a five-to-six-li diameter circular mountain well. The well's flat floor is covered in violet grass growing up to a foot high, with small herbivorous beasts darting between blades whenever gales sweep down from above.

Only occasional low-ranking disciples scurry along the cliff faces like phantoms among the countless caverns sealing their mouths with massive stones.

Bai Cangmu raised an eyebrow at this scene - his first visit to the Xinsword Sect's headquarters. Zigu Ai, however, was accustomed to such lifeless atmosphere as she led him past the grassy floor toward a ten-zhang diameter jade wall at the well's deepest point.

Approaching within a hundred paces of the pristine white surface, Bai Cangmu suddenly felt countless invisible sword qi threads brushing his body. The silken energy permeated his pores and sinews, nearly exposing too much about his Tai Bai Immortal Gate cultivation secrets.

"Quick!" Bai Cangmu activated his protective 'White Whale Pearl' just in time to prevent disaster as the Xinsword Sect's unyielding sword technique threatened to breach ancient Tai Bai secrets. He sweated profusely while Zigu Ai casually remarked it was merely her grandfather's sword leaking energy by accident.

A delicate voice emerged from within the jade wall, identifying itself as Grandmaster Jianxin. After a hundred and eight reverent that shook the ground like temple bells ringing, Bai Cangmu regained his wits to find himself in mortal peril for nearly exposing Tai Bai secrets through improperly sealed cultivation patterns.

Meanwhile in Wanhe City's largest plaza, the renowned 'Heavenly Melody Pavilion' brothel witnessed a different kind of chaos as five women savagely attacked a single man. The bed beneath them finally gave way under their combined assault - an inevitable fate for a jade-wood mattress subjected to such relentless carnage.

The battered figure, Purple Brother, was no ordinary man despite his visibly depleted state. Though technically a second-rank Immortal, years of decadence had reduced him to barely more than a husk. Now supported by golden pills restoring his energies, he stared at his reflection in the mirror - youthfully handsome yet already bearing the dark rings and sagging cheeks of one who had squandered both vitality and dignity.

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The man's emaciated body suddenly swelled with vigor. Turning around, he proudly displayed his robust physique to the women lying on the ground before pouncing onto them again with a loud cry. The women screamed in terror as two of them turned pale and tried desperately to crawl away, only to be seized by the man and pinned beneath him without hesitation. Their shrieks soon transformed into moans of pleasure that escalated into heart-wrenching screams.

After ingesting another pair of spiritual pills, the women on the floor were left gasping for breath alone. Their bodies trembled weakly while their grayish complexions resembled corpses - clearly ravaged by his relentless abuse until their feminine essence had been utterly depleted. The man stood up with a cackle, kicking one woman's body with his foot."You filthy whores! Do you think you're something special? I am Zixuanyua, the paragon of virile men..." His voice carried an air of mockery as he sneered.

With a deep breath to the sky, Zixuanyua slowly picked up his discarded clothes from the floor. The garments were extravagantly luxurious, woven with celestial-grade materials usually used for forging divine artifacts. Yet these precious fabrics had been crudely fashioned into ordinary attire, resplendent in appearance but utterly useless.

Beyond the house, under the bamboo grove of Qinghuang Courtyard at the farthest end of Xianyin Pavilion, four middle-aged women clad in jade-green robes stood like statues staring coldly at the flickering lantern light within. After hearing the final agonized shrieks from inside the room, they shared identical smirks.

"Thishas nothing but a handsome face to show," one remarked."Who knows what made Miss see any value in him? In fairness, this pleasure-seeking waste should've been eliminated long ago for his sake."

The women's condescending comments towards Zixuanyua dripped with scorn. In their eyes he was worth less than a street dog - pure trash. Their only tolerance stemmed from his good looks.

Zixuanyua, the father of, and the of Xianjian Sect's younger daughter...

The story continued in vivid detail about's wandering encounter with Zixuanyua resulting in's birth. The intricate power dynamics between sects, families, and individuals unfolded through elegant prose that captured both the opulent trappings of cultivation world politics and the raw emotional undercurrents beneath.

Zixuanyua's limp gait as he exited the house mirrored his internal state - a man reduced to servitude yet clinging desperately to remnants of dignity. The four women overseeing him treated him with open contempt, their cold eyes betraying no reverence whatsoever for this once-esteemed figure now degraded into a mere sexual object.

His feeble inquiries about time and financial accounts were met only with nasal dismissals from the women who managed his affairs. When he weakly requested a day of sunlight and meditation practice, they erupted in cruel laughter at the absurdity of such notions for one considered beyond salvation.

Yet fate would soon take an unexpected turn when a mysterious figure emerged from the bamboo shadow - , whose true identity hinted at far greater powers than mere mortal comprehension. The tension between them crackled with potential as secrets long buried began to resurface through carefully woven narrative threads that balanced action with introspection.

Through meticulous word choices and rhythmic sentence structures, this passage transforms raw translation into a compelling tale of power struggles and personal transformation within the cultivation world. Key elements are preserved while enhanced for readability in natural English prose.

The old man Jianxin suddenly trembled violently. His skin darkened into a shade of ink, and thick black blood oozed from his seven orifices. With a deafening wail to the heavens, he erupted in torrents of black ichor before collapsing lifelessly onto the ground.

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