Note: Hei Feng（黑凤）sounds like dark fissure,and （见）here sounds like Sword.
The title is also means a dark fissure craves a SWORD.
Yin-Yang Sect!
Ding Tian Peak.
Dinghai Cave, 91st Level.
Tao Bai（桃白） had been in seclusion within his cave dwelling for a full 69 days.
Before him lay the final page of The Eclipsed Moon Withered Phoenix Art.
As all knew, the Yin-Yang Sect possessed two peaks:
Ding Tian Peak and Earth Eye Peak.
Ding Tian Peak stood as a natural formation, soaring over a hundred zhang high.
It resembled a towering, majestic phallic organ, its single eye glaring defiantly at the heavens!
Echoing it nearby was Earth Eye Peak.
Its surface height was only about ten zhang, yet its subterranean caverns plunged into unfathomable depths, shaped like...
Well, you know.
This is the origin of the Yin-Yang Sect's name.
The lower caves of Ding Tian Peak are cramped and confined, dark and damp.
A peculiar odor often lingers within.
These are the quarters for disciples at the lower levels of Qi Condensation, with several such disciples typically crammed into a single cave.
The higher the cave, the better the conditions.
From communal living, they gradually transitioned to solitary dwellings with increasing space and increasingly elaborate decorations.
The 99th level, the highest tier, housed only one cave dwelling—that of the Yin-Yang Sect's Sect Master.
Its interior was lavish beyond imagination, a luxury beyond the reach of ordinary mortals.
Tao Bai, lacking both power and influence, had climbed step by step to reach the 91st level through sheer perseverance.
With a flick of his sword finger, he closed the book before him,
[The Eclipsed Moon and Withered Phoenix Art], and tucked it into the storage pouch at his waist.
The contents of the book had replayed countless times in his mind, and he was certain he had comprehended it one hundred percent.
Rising slowly, he flipped his palm.
A flash of white light appeared, revealing a fist-sized, crystal-clear stone mill artifact in his palm.
He placed the artifact on a stone table.
Within the concave grinding groove lay a soul fragment no larger than a mung bean.
Tao Bai channeled his spiritual energy, turning the grinding handle.
A heart-wrenching wail erupted from within the mill.
Black-red blood of resentment gathered along the grooves, spilled from the spout, and dripped into the cylindrical vessel below.
He flipped his palm again.
A flash of white light erupted as an insect, the size of a cicada but with the body of a fly, flew from his palm.
"Gugu, help me push the mill."
The insect received its master's mental command and obeyed.
He lifted the purple gourd and gave it a gentle shake.
It was empty.
Licking his dry lips, he muttered,
"Well, time to brew some tea."
He took a teapot and scooped half a pot of water from the spiritual spring.
He set the kettle on the stove and placed some dry pine branches beneath it.
Snapping his fingers, a flame ignited at his fingertips, which he used to light the kindling.
A pine fragrance wafted through the air, refreshing the spirit.
The incomplete waste mist was drawn by an invisible force into the purification array at the cave entrance.
The purification array condensed these residues into ink sticks, stored in the Ink Pavilion at the cave entrance.
These would be used for daily writing.
Just as the tea boiled, a voice echoed from outside:
"Hei Feng seeks an audience!"
*Rumble...*
Three layers of defensive arrays dissolved, and the massive stone door creaked open.
"Left Ding Officer, Hei Feng pays respects to Elder Chen!"
A stunningly beautiful woman, clad in a form-fitting black robe, her face exquisite and her attire alluring, stepped off her black flying carpet and entered the cave's main hall.
Her right hand formed a hollow cylinder, which she then embraced with her left hand.
Her left thumb curved upward and was inserted into the hollow cylinder.
Male left, female right—the right hand signified femininity, tightly embraced by the left hand with the thumb inserted downward, indicating submission as a subordinate.
This was the standard greeting posture for female cultivators of the Yin-Yang Sect when facing male cultivators of higher cultivation.
After completing the bow, Hei Feng stepped forward, her body slightly bent, presenting a jade slip with a thread of the Sect Master's soul essence in both hands.
Tao Bai cast a lingering glance at the two full, snow-white mounds on Hei Feng's chest before accepting the jade slip and rubbing it carefully.
A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Ever since being rescued from the secret chamber by the person before him, he had been transported to the Yin-Yang Sect within the cultivation world.
The density of spiritual energy in this realm exceeded that of modern cities by more than tenfold.
When he awoke in the pitch darkness, he found himself buried beneath frozen earth...
His entire body shivered with cold, accompanied by waves of excruciating pain.
Inside his abdomen, it felt as if a snake were writhing—viscous, slow...
That night, a drizzling rain fell as a gentle breeze swept across the land, carrying the chill of autumn.
After emerging from the frozen earth, Tao Bai's life-bound bug—
The Wind-Devouring Bug—
Killed another low-tier Qi Cultivation disciple who tended pigs for the sect.
It then burrowed beneath Tao Bai's skin.
Through waves of excruciating pain, the transformed Tao Bai assumed the appearance of the low-tier disciple, adopting his name—
Chen Qi（陈琦）.
...
Seven years, twenty-eight inner sect trials, twenty-eight external missions, one hundred twenty-seven battles.
One hundred ninety-six instances of bare-knuckle combat in the Great Yin-Yang Union?
The exact number escapes me now.
What matters is that I finally advanced my cultivation from early Qi Condensation to late Foundation Establishment, securing a position as an outer sect elder.
Former senior disciples became juniors, then mere juniors.
During this time, he shattered a crucial Yin-Yang Sect record—
Youngest late Foundation Establishment cultivator at 31.
The previous record was held by the deceased Sect Master, Qidiao Wuyan（漆雕无宴）—35.
Within a mere seventy years, he advanced to early Core Formation.
Subsequently, through a vote by the cultivators, he was elected as the new Sect Master.
As the new Sect Master, he dual cultivated day and night until exhaustion took its toll.
This led to severe kidney deficiency.
He dispatched numerous disciples to the mortal realm in search of "medicinal herbs."
It was thus that Tao Bai was captured by the Hei Feng and brought to the Yin-Yang Sect.
Heroes are not judged by their origins;
The bitter trials endured here need not be recounted!
The current Patriarch of the Yin-Yang Sect is Yu Fanxi（虞樊晞）, now 169 years old with early Core Formation cultivation.
The Yin-Yang Sect does not appoint its strongest cultivator as Patriarch.
The sect's most powerful figure is the Left Guardian Grand Elder, Shuang Yan（双焱）.
Over 200 years old, he stands at the peak of late Core Formation, just one step away from entering the Nascent Soul stage.
Second in power is the Right Guardian Grand Elder, Di Wanshan, also over two hundred years old, at the peak of the late Core Formation stage.
He is a sword cultivator.
His strength is exceptionally terrifying!
Third in power is the Peak Master of Earth Eye Peak—Bai Luan.
Late Core Formation stage.
At 192 years old, she appears no more than in her early twenties, with fair and taut skin.
Her features were exquisitely flawless, her figure curvaceous, complemented by a pair of legs longer than the author's life expectancy.
Countless male cultivators had fantasized about dual cultivation with her.
When dual-cultivating with other female cultivators, images of Bai Luan's flushed face would inevitably surface in their minds...
They'd even willingly accept being clamped to death by her...
Two years prior, Tao Bai, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, had been fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of her.
That single, distant look had sent his heart reeling, nearly causing him to lose himself.
Tao Bai surmised she not only regularly consumed beauty-enhancing tonics but likely also cultivated some exceptionally potent soul-based attack technique.
In the cultivation world, the Yin-Yang Sect was widely regarded as neither demonic nor righteous, occupying a distinctly neutral position.
Their creed emphasized "acting freely yet never overstepping boundaries."
Dual cultivation within the sect had strict prerequisites:
Only inner-door disciples were permitted to practice it, and dedicated chambers equipped with every conceivable amorous aid were provided.
Tao Bai, who had crossed over through the barrier, was quite astonished upon first seeing this.
The Yin-Yang Union Manual is a required course for inner disciples.
Despite this, many disciples experiencing dual cultivation for the first time, carried away by passion, tend to forget the knowledge from the book.
Therefore, the first dual cultivation session must be supervised by someone nearby or guided personally to prevent inner disciples or elite disciples from straying from their core cultivation techniques.
The supervisor, known as the Chamber Master, was a male cultivator on Ding Tian Peak and a female cultivator on Di Yan Peak.
Four years ago, when Tao Bai was at the seventh layer of Qi Condensation, his first dual cultivation session took place in the underground cavern on Di Yan Peak.
He was selected by Shuang Yu（双鱼）, who often accompanied him on missions!
Suddenly, an awkward moment ensued...
Who was Shuangyu's grandfather?
Shuangyan!
The Left Guardian, the Grand Elder!
Yet those selected rarely had the option to refuse, especially since Shuangyu—
With her two braids—
Possessed an excellent figure, appearance, and demeanor.
Had he been unlucky enough to be chosen by a "battleship," Tao Bai might have gritted his teeth and endured it...
With that thought, Tao Bai hesitated no longer.
Without a word, the two entered Earth's Eye Peak together, descending step by step down the ladder until they reached the small Ding Si chamber on the 69th underground level—
[Ding Si]preceded by the character [small], indicating this was a compact dual-cultivation chamber.
Shuangyu slipped a jade slip into the crevice of the stone door. Soon, the door creaked open.
Candles flickered softly on the cave walls.
At the center of the stone table, an incense burner held an unknown blend.
Wispy white smoke curled upward, its fragrance delicate and warm.