『Naturally, I'll take them all』
ForWomen #OlderMen #CheekyTease #StoicCutie #DeceptiveInnocence #HardToWinOver #EnsembleCast #Pure Ren Ruiqing, Immortal Mingjue. Endowed with the Chaos Spiritual Root, he is the absolute ceiling of mortal combat power and universally acknowledged across the cultivation world as the foremost cultivator at half-step Ascension—an existence revered by all. Yet he is also the hands-off Elder of the Mingqing Sword Sect. Year in and year out, he roams scenic landscapes, scrounges free meals and drinks, skips sect assemblies, and dozes off while his disciples practice their swordsmanship. Never letting anything weigh on his mind, he spends his days perpetually tipsy. Si Wei, Immortal Mingjue's eldest disciple. Gifted with a God-tier Ice Spiritual Root, he is the Mingqing Sword Sect's universally feared Head Senior Brother and the unrivaled foremost swordsman among the cultivation world's younger generation. Aloof, ascetic, and keeping everyone at arm's length, he speaks so sparingly you would think everyone owed him money, as if nothing in the world could ever catch his eye. Xie Yi, Immortal Mingjue's second disciple. Possessing a Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root, he is a cultivation prodigy seen once in ten thousand years, as well as the universally recognized little troublemaker of the Mingqing Sword Sect. On the surface, he is thoroughly indolent—sleeping in, slacking off, pranking his junior brother, vain and narcissistic, leaving a trail of chaos wherever he goes. Behind the scenes, however, he grinds so hard that the bamboo on the back mountain was shaved bald by his sword qi, all so he could casually remark before everyone, "A genius doesn't need to practice." Ren Mi, Immortal Mingjue's third disciple, bearing a Mutated Water Spiritual Root. Compared to his two senior brothers, he lacks innate talent, known among fellow sect members as the obedient, gentle, and "utterly temper-free" Third Junior Brother. He carries a mortal shell gnawed day and night by cold poison, and a heart that has long seen through the murky depths of human nature yet continues to pretend to love the mortal realm.
One sword frosts fourteen prefectures