Twelfth Disciple

Chen Wentian didn't avert his eyes and he couldn't. He still wasn't exactly sure what was happening but he was busy appreciating a pair of fine breasts. Although covered by a thin layer of silk, their exact shape and contour couldn't be hidden. The circular outlines were perfectly visible as well as two small nubs that tenderly rubbed against the fabric, trying to escape.

Aside from him, the only others that could see anything were his disciples behind him. The way Peng Lingxi held the outer garments aside kept the line of sight narrow. That was a good thing because some of the disciples of the Tower of Swords hadn't even realized what she had done. For one, they didn't know that she was a woman in the first place. Only the highest-ranking senior disciples were privy to that information and these people could be counted on at most two hands.

"Immortal Chen?" She asked tentatively.

She felt his gaze roam up and down her chest. Her face felt hot. It was slightly unbearable, even for her with such a straightforward and brave personality.

Chen Wentian coughed awkwardly and shook his head to clear his thoughts. He looked away and gestured with his fingers, "Uh… Ahem. You can cover up."

She quickly did as he asked.

He looked back to find her peering at him with a curious expression. Her face was still as handsome, or beautiful, as before. She had many neutral features that could be considered attractive for both genders; clear oval eyes with brown irises that sparkled with intelligence, a small oval face with symmetrical features and a sharp chin, and small but rosy lips that would occasionally quiver with nervousness or excitement.

He had to admit. This man that had suddenly turned into a woman was maddeningly attractive, with a beguiling charm that transcended both sexes.

He spread his spiritual aura around them to isolated their voices.

"Umm… why did you suddenly say you wanted to be my concubine?" He asked, finally getting to the crux of the issue.

Peng Lingxi blushed slightly, "I hope Immortal Chen won't be offended but your peculiar tastes are rather well-known across the subcontinent. Since you have so many beautiful women by your side already, I naturally won't try to compete with them by asking to be your wife. Just a concubine will be fine for me!"

"Silly lass… they are my disciples. Do you understand? Disciples, not wives or concubines. I am running a sect, not a harem." He stated firmly, putting on an act that he wasn't sure anyone believed.

She smiled at him, "Then that is fine with me, can I…"

He already knew what she wanted to say but he cut her off with a gentle surge of spiritual energy. "Not here, come with me and we can chat about important matters away from prying eyes and ears."

He was an intensely private person and his disciples were the people closest to him. He had never accepted a disciple in public and he wasn't about to do it now. The whole world could gossip about him all they liked but he wasn't going to tell others about his own business.

But considering her offer, he had mostly made up his mind already. She was such a talented sword cultivator. She had a definitive chance to make it to the immortal realms and beyond. He would be a fool not to like her.

"What about your senior and junior brothers?" He asked.

Peng Lingxi looked back at them, at their hopeless and despairing expressions. She felt a mixture of emotions but didn't say anything.

Chen Wentian sensed it and sighed, "I will forgive them and the Tower of Swords. Let's treat this as an auspicious gift to mark this turning point in your life and mine. Let's not mar this day with more violence."

Peng Lingxi's lips trembled as she bowed deeply, "Thank you."

And that was that. Without bothering with the Tower of Swords, Chen Wentian spread his spiritual energy out to cover her and his disciples. They flew away and arrived at the teleportation array. Everblade City was still a mess after the demon attack so no need to stay. With a flash of light and surge of void energy, they disappeared from the province, finally leaving this place behind.

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One day later, Chen Wentian sat at the head of the great hall of Ten Thousand Flower Valley. His disciples, minus Jasmine and Long Yifei, stood in two rows, flanking the hall on both sides. They all faced towards the sunlight entrance and the person who was walking up.

Now wearing female clothes, the difference was much greater. Peng Lingxi used to wear thicker layers to hide her gender but now that she was wearing a much lighter material, her features were far clearer and it would be difficult for anyone to mistake her for a man. Her hair was slightly different too. Although it still flowed down her back to her hips, the crown at the top was of a feminine design.

Chen Wentian leaned back in his chair and appreciated her beauty. She had chosen to wear grey, a tribute to her past. She also still carried her sword across her back. He didn't mind it at all.

Her new clothes were a classical design, suitable for combat but still exuding womanly charm. A wide waist sash highlighted her slender waist and the flare of her hips. Her upper garments still contained many layers but they were no longer stiff and blocky. They showed off her thin shoulders as well as the gentle, modest swell of her breasts.

Her face lacked any makeup but she glowed with a charm that wasn't there before. It was as if her true self had finally been freed. Although her attire was not as bright or flowery as the others, she still held her own with a sharp, heroic aura.

Peng Lingxi finally stopped a few paces before Chen Wentian. Their eyes connected and he smiled warmly. She bit her lip and then smiled.

She looked around at the others. Lin Qingcheng, Li Yuechan, and the rest were all smiling brightly, silently encouraging her, their new sister.

She looked back at the only man in the room, the man she had dreamed about for so many years. She was finally here. There was nowhere else she would rather be.

She fell to her knees and bowed, "Immortal Chen. This one is named Peng Lingxi. I used to be a disciple of the Tower of Swords and Immortal Peng Yuefeng was my master. However, he has already passed and I am now a sword without a home. I hope that Immortal Chen can take me in. I will follow Immortal Chen with all my heart. I will never betray you or let you down. I will wholeheartedly give my whole being to Ten Thousand Flower Valley and nothing can make me leave this sect except for death!"

Chen Wentian laughed and said, "You may rise, Peng Lingxi. From today onward, you are a disciple of Ten Thousand Flower Valley, this Immortal Blue Dragon's twelfth disciple!"

Peng Lingxi's eyes shined with unshed tears, "Thank you, master!"

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