I can guarantee that these paintings will not be circulated

"Kid, let go now!" Nydia wished she could kill this shameless man directly, but Alexander was in front of them. If she acted now, she wouldn't be able to explain it clearly later, especially after Clark had just saved her.

Afraid that Alexander would notice what was happening, Nydia quickly slowed down the flying speed and at the same time released a layer of light screen.

Clark saw everything. Suddenly, he smiled. The woman had threatened him all the way, and now he finally had a chance to retaliate.

Ahead was a thick sea of clouds, and the flying sword entered it.

After who knows how long, the flying sword flew out of the sea of clouds. Nydia's beautiful face was indescribably charming, her blue hair disheveled, her breath rapid. Obviously, the two had fought.

Similarly, Clark was in a very sorry state, with several scratches on his body, and he was coughing up blood, with tooth marks still visible on his lips.

Just as Nydia was about to give Clark another lesson, they had already arrived at the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Clark looked at the huge mountain in front of him, extremely shocked. It was like a heavenly sword thrusting straight into the sky, with a thick sea of clouds below.

This was his first time coming to the top of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Usually, they, as handymen, lived and worked at the foot of the mountain and were not allowed to come here.

As they approached the peak, there was a majestic bell ringing faintly in the air, making people's souls tremble as if they were being cleansed.

Clark almost forgot to breathe. At the magnificent peak, various colorful lights were flying around, which were the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect controlling various magical treasures. When they entered the peak, the scene was extremely spectacular, as if meteors were streaking across the sky.

Nydia landed on a huge square. By now, she had regained her composure. When she landed, she deliberately shook Clark off.

This was a drop of several meters high. He almost fell apart. This woman really held a grudge.

"Master, Mistress!" Some disciples saw Alexander and Nydia and hurried over to salute.

Afterwards, the two of them left the place. There was a large patch of white juice on Nydia's sky-blue dress.

Before leaving, Nydia gave him a deep look.

Seeing Nydia's unfriendly expression, Clark knew that there was probably nothing good. He quickly left and then borrowed paper and pen from one of the disciples.

He kept writing and drawing, busy until midnight. As the night fell, Clark put all the drawings into seven or eight small bottles and buried them in various hidden places.

He was sweating profusely and didn't dare to stop for a moment until the latter half of the night, when he finally buried the last bottle.

The moonlight was like water, making the mountains look plain and hazy, as if shrouded in a thin layer of smoke. The night birds were chirping, making the surroundings even quieter.

"What are you burying?"

Suddenly, a light and ethereal voice entered Clark's ears. He looked up and sure enough, saw Nydia. This woman was like a wandering ghost, sticking to him.

At this time, Nydia had changed into a light blue dress, looking very noble and elegant. She was tall and slender, with a delicate waist and a plump body.

She was a typical mature beauty, with maturity carved into her bones. Her infinite charm was overwhelming, making people's hearts beat faster and hard to look directly at.

Nydia gently clasped her jade hand, and a spiritual energy wrapped around the small bottles buried by Clark, bringing them into her hand. Opening the bottle, she saw the drawings made by Clark. Her face flushed with anger. "You shameless person should be killed!"

The drawing depicted a mature beauty, and surprisingly, it was her. Even the details of her whole body were drawn so meticulously.

At the same time, all her elegance and charm were vividly portrayed.

The woman in the painting exuded charm and allure, along with the unique mature charm of a young woman.

Most importantly, the beauty on her face was brimming with coquettishness, with seductive eyes, which Clark added extra.

There was also a young man in the painting, only showing his back, but he looked very strong and mighty, which was Clark himself.

The painting was extremely exquisite, depicting Nydia's figure with great charm, and it was almost impossible to distinguish between her and the real person.

If someone saw this! I'm afraid the entire Heavenly Sword Sect would explode. The usually dignified senior martial sister turned out to be such a charming and sexy woman.

"I have no other intentions. It was all a misunderstanding before," Clark began to explain as he saw the woman's expression change.

"As long as you don't kill me, I can guarantee that these paintings will not be circulated."

"If you insist on doing something to me, I believe that after I die, these paintings will definitely be seen by other disciples, because I didn't just bury one copy." Clark's face gradually calmed down. He knew that if the other party insisted on killing him, it would be almost easier than pinching an ant.

"I really regret not killing you with a single sword back Just now! If I see these kinds of drawings again in the future, I promise you will die a very miserable death," Nydia said through gritted teeth. With a light grip of her jade hand, the drawings burned and turned into ashes.

She had thought about probing Clark's soul and finding all the hidden sketchbooks, but she was hindered by the fact that he was just an ordinary mortal. His spiritual sea was too fragile to withstand any fluctuations in spiritual power.

If one forcefully probed the soul of an ordinary person, the fragile spiritual sea of the other party would simply burst open, and no useful information would be obtained.

Clark looked ahead and didn't know when the figure had disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally temporarily rid himself of this troublesome woman.

With the token given by the sect leader, Clark stayed on the summit of the Heavenly Sword Sect for two days. During this time, he read through the Heavenly Dragon Technique and the Heavenly Sword Technique from beginning to end.

He had been in this strange world for several years. Before entering the Heavenly Sword Sect, he had intended to help clean the school for free. Knowledge was important everywhere. If he wanted to understand this world as quickly as possible, he could only learn from books.The headmaster of the school was nice to him. After cleaning, he allowed Clark to audit the classes, so he was not unfamiliar with these words.

On the contrary, he had a strange sense of familiarity, somewhat like the ancient inscriptions from his previous life.

Heavenly Dragon Technique depicted many human meridians. He practiced according to the description, but there was no change in his body.

On the other hand, the Heavenly Sword Technique, he found a wooden stick and waved it vigorously, showing quite a bit of momentum, but it still had no effect.

Nydia had been frowning since she came back, her full chest undulating. Obviously, she was still sulking. After a long time, she sighed and realized that she could only wait for Clark to become a cultivator before taking action. By then, she would make sure he suffered horribly.

The room was steaming, and Nydia was preparing to bathe.

She stood in front of the wooden tub, slowly removing her long skirt, unbuttoning her chest clothing, her curvaceous figure completely exposed to the air.

Nydia's figure was extremely perfect, without any flaws. Her upper body was full, and her buttocks were round and curved, while her waist was excessively slender.

She stepped into the wooden tub with her long and slender legs, instantly hiding her perfect figure in the water, revealing it in a tantalizing manner.