If she really took her along to Holy Heaven City, traveling day and night together, wouldn't that mean repeating the absurdity at the bottom of the cold pool every night?!
The fatal sensory resonance of the Concentric Gu, if it acted up anytime and anywhere in inns or on the flying boat, would absolutely crush her Dao heart completely!
"What kind of place do you think Holy Heaven City is?!"
Zhao Yuelian forcefully suppressed her violently beating heart, putting on the awe-inspiring majesty of a Core Formation stage elder, and coldly scolded.
"Nascent Soul old monsters lie dormant there, and Core Formation experts are as common as hair on an ox! A mere early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator like you will only be a burden to the Young Master!"
She took a deep breath, trying to use the most legitimate reason to cover up the extremely selfish possessiveness and panic in her heart.
"You have just seized the position of Holy Maiden, how many eyes in the sect are staring at you? Although Sima Kui is crippled, would the elders of the other branches behave? You are to stay and guard the sect, you are not allowed to go anywhere!"
Su Wanyin bit her lower lip tightly, without the slightest bit of concession in her eyes.
"Master is mistaken. It is exactly because the Hehuan Sect is surrounded by hungry wolves that I need to temporarily avoid the limelight. As long as I follow by the Young Master's side, who would dare touch a hair on my head?"
She straightened her slender waist, faintly revealing a stubbornness to stand up against Zhao Yuelian as an equal.
"Furthermore, serving the Young Master in such trivial matters should naturally be done by this disciple. Master has a noble status, how could you be allowed to lower yourself to deal with those worldly impurities?"
"You—!"
Zhao Yuelian's breath hitched in anger, her cold white cheeks instantly turning bright red, burning all the way to the roots of her ears.
What did she mean by 'doing it for me'?!
This rebellious disciple was clearly fighting with her for the absolute position to stay by their benefactor's side!
"When this seat says no, it means no! Su Wanyin, do you even dare to defy your master's decree?!"
A trace of the pressure of the great circle of the Core Formation stage uncontrollably leaked out, causing the cold mist outside the Falling Snow Pavilion to surge violently.
Su Wanyin's face turned pale under the pressure, but she still tightly gripped the scorch-marked gray hem of Gu Yang's clothes, stubbornly raising her head.
Inside the Falling Snow Pavilion, tensions ran high.
Gu Yang watched the confrontation between this superb pair of master and disciple with cold eyes.
Taking a burden to Holy Heaven City was indeed a hassle.
That hypocrite Ye Chen must be hiding in the dark. A peak Core Formation old monster plus an ancient demonic vine meant this trip was quite dangerous.
His gaze coldly swept over Zhao Yuelian's stunning face, flushed red from "anger," his line of sight seemingly piercing through the thick fox fur cloak to directly see that "10%" progress bar.
Nine Yin Good Fortune Dao Seed.
Extreme emotions. Immorality, shame.
Hmm...
If Su Wanyin were left in the Hehuan Sect, this aloof Fairy Lingshuang might get used to submission in just a few days.
Without the stimulation of this master-disciple morality, that progress bar would probably be completely stuck.
He had to roast this fire right under the disciple's nose.
Gu Yang's slender fingers stopped tapping.
"Both of you will go."
Just a few words.
Without any waves, but unquestionable.
Zhao Yuelian's eyes suddenly widened, a "buzz" ringing in her head as if she saw the gates of the Avici Hell slowly opening towards her. Her delicate body beneath the fox fur instantly softened into a puddle of spring water, unable to muster even a trace of strength to resist.
Meanwhile, Su Wanyin, who was half-kneeling on the ground, felt as if she had been poured a mouthful of scalding strong liquor in extreme cold.
The Young Master... agreed!
She stared blankly at Gu Yang's profile, which was as cold and hard as iron, her vision instantly blurred by a thick layer of mist.
What kind of place was Holy Heaven City? It was a true dragon's pool and tiger's den!
The Young Master had just crossed realms into Foundation Establishment, and naturally needed to conceal his aura and stabilize his realm. Bringing Master, a Core Formation mighty figure, added a layer of assistance and cover.
But what about bringing her?
An early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator who didn't even have the Plain Girl's Exquisite Heart anymore, what use could she be other than being a burden?!
Yet, the Young Master still nodded without hesitation.
Why?!
Su Wanyin's heart pounded crazily against her chest, an indescribable fanaticism and sorrow pouring back into her limbs and bones along with her blood.
Because the Young Master saw through the reality of the Hehuan Sect!
He knew that once Master left, those dormant elders with real power would never spare a new Holy Maiden like her who had no backing.
He had just coldly listened to Master's reprimand, but in reality, he had long calculated the undercurrents of the Hehuan Sect clearly!
He would rather be distracted to take care of her in the extremely dangerous Holy Heaven City, rather tie a burden like her to his belt, than leave her in this devil's den to live in fear!
His casual "Both of you will go" just now was not a casual promise at all.
It was him forcefully shouldering the entire sky for her with his broad and hard shoulders!
The Young Master was always like this.
Throwing the gentlest shelter onto her head in the most domineering and cold way.
Never saying a single pleasant word, yet handling things flawlessly, even carefully taking care of her pitiful little pride.
Su Wanyin bit her lower lip so hard that she tasted a hint of coppery sweetness.
A morbid flush appeared on her cold, pale, fat-like skin, and even her taut insteps trembled slightly under her red dress.
In the depths of her peach blossom eyes, an earth-shattering storm of fanaticism had already been stirred up.
This life.
This Extreme Yang Charm Body.
Even if her body were smashed to pieces, even if her soul were utterly destroyed.
She would serve the Young Master comfortably in Holy Heaven City.
"Wanyin..."
Su Wanyin tremblingly pressed her scalding cheek against Gu Yang's knee, her nose tip, beaded with fine sweat, gently rubbing against the rough fabric, her voice filled with devotion and obsession.
"Thank you for your grace, Young Master."
...
...
Holy Heaven City.
Nine-colored auspicious clouds and thousands of streaks of propitious aura, white jade pavilions suspended at a height of ten thousand zhang.
The rich spiritual energy turned into tangible waterfalls, cascading down into the inner city along the complex patterns of the formations.
Immortal cranes cried out clearly, and faint Buddhist chants echoed.
What a majestic immortal scene of the Eastern Region's pilgrimage site.
Gu Yang stood at the bow of the flying boat with his hands behind his back, but his deep black eyes reflected the shadows of the lower city that never saw the light of day all year round.
The sea of clouds was brutally torn apart by the flying boat's shield.
Inside the narrow cabin, it was so quiet that only the faint crackling sound of burning spirit stones could be heard.
During this flight, the space on the flying boat was extremely cramped.
Gu Yang originally intended to "naturally" tease Zhao Yuelian's taut nerves on the boat.
But this Fairy Lingshuang was like a frightened bird, keeping her back stiff even while meditating.
Gu Yang did not force it.
However, it couldn't go on like this forever.
"Give me the jade slip of the 'Thousand Illusions Concealment' cultivation technique."
Gu Yang stood with his back to the cabin door, his voice colder and harder than the howling astral winds outside the window.
Behind him, Zhao Yuelian, who was sitting upright, suddenly trembled.
Under that heavy snow-white fox fur cloak, her crossed cold white jade legs uncontrollably squeezed together.
'Thousand Illusions Concealment'?
That was the Hehuan Sect's top-tier concealment secret technique, capable of completely erasing one's aura, figure, and even spiritual energy fluctuations.
Why did the Young Master suddenly want this technique?
Zhao Yuelian's autumn-water eyes, which were usually cold and majestic, now looked like a deep pool battered by a sudden downpour, shaking violently and uncontrollably.
If... if the Young Master suddenly asked me to use this 'Thousand Illusions Concealment' to hide my figure in this bustling Holy Heaven City, and serve him in plain sight of the public...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
