She suddenly mobilized the abyssal sea of spiritual energy within her dantian, wanting to shake off that scalding large hand.
But.
Just at the moment her spiritual energy began to circulate.
She despairingly discovered.
For some unknown reason.
Perhaps the Crimson Child Gu deep within her dantian sensed the will of the mother Gu's host, and suddenly erupted in a violent tremor.
It not only instantly shattered all her spiritual energy defenses but even spontaneously opened her meridians.
Gu Yang's deep black eyes were entirely unrippled.
His wrist suddenly sank, and through the heavy dharma robes, he grabbed Zhao Yuelian's slender waist in one grip.
Extremely roughly, he forcefully pulled this high and mighty Fairy Lingshuang toward himself.
Bang.
An extremely faint muffled sound was perfectly covered by the boiling water of the brewing tea in the elegant pavilion.
Zhao Yuelian's breathtakingly voluptuous body was pressed firmly against the edge of the hard red sandalwood tea table by Gu Yang.
...
Zhao Yuelian's cold, jade-white hands clawed desperately at the edge of the red sandalwood table, her nails almost embedding into the hard wood grain.
Extreme panic, like a large hand covered in barbs, tightly gripped her throat.
The hem of Wanyin's skirt was even brushing against the tip of her shoes! If this illusion revealed even the slightest flaw...
An out-of-control surge of extreme cold spiritual energy overflowed from her palms, instantly condensing a thick layer of frost on the edge of the red sandalwood table, only to be forcibly melted into water in the next breath by the surging heat within her body.
Cold sweat completely soaked her temples, and a few strands of pitch-black hair stuck to her pale cheeks.
Under Gu Yang's absolute control and on the edge of this abyss where she could be exposed at any moment, this formerly high and mighty Fairy Lingshuang was like a pool of spring water repeatedly tormented by raging fire. She completely gave up her struggle, despairingly and decadently melting into the shadows within those few square inches.
Ding! Detected that the target has developed a sense of extreme shame and immorality.
Nine Yin Creation Dao Seed condensation progress: 11%... 12%...
...
The system prompts jumping on his retina made Gu Yang somewhat satisfied.
The good show had only just begun.
Young Master Gu...
Within the illusion, Yun Zhiwei refilled a cup of spiritual tea for Gu Yang.
On her gentle and beautiful face hung a flattering smile that made one feel like they were bathing in a spring breeze, as she cautiously probed.
Your fire control technique just now was truly like the blazing sun high in the sky, leaving one in absolute awe.
She offered the teacup with both hands. Her water-blue cuffs slipped down, revealing a section of a fragile, fair wrist.
Although Holy Heaven City is large, I have never heard of any hidden supreme sect that could cultivate a peerless genius like you. I wonder... where is your immortal hometown? If there is any place you might need the Yun family in the future, it would give this concubine something to look forward to.
Probing for background.
She needed to know whether this monster, who could break an ancient killing array with a single finger, actually had any backing.
If he was just a rogue cultivator who had chanced upon some fortuitous encounter, once they entered the underground palace, she had plenty of ways to make sure not even his bones remained.
Gu Yang did not take the tea.
He was methodically plundering Zhao Yuelian's origin essence.
But the expression on his face was as cold as a piece of ten-thousand-year profound ice.
Matriarch Yun.
Gu Yang's voice did not have the slightest fluctuation.
Do not ask what you shouldn't ask. If you know too much, your pseudo wood-core will probably start hurting again.
The smile on Yun Zhiwei's face suddenly stiffened, and the hand holding the teacup trembled uncontrollably.
That was her most fatal weakness.
Yes... it was this concubine who spoke out of turn.
She forcefully swallowed the humiliation in her throat and gently put down the teacup, but from the corner of her eye, she very covertly glanced at Zhao Yuelian, who was sitting upright to the side.
In the real space.
Zhao Yuelian bit down hard on her back molars, a strong metallic taste of blood already filling her mouth.
Her cold, jade-white hands desperately clawed at the edge of the red sandalwood tea table. Because she was exerting so much force, faint traces of blood even seeped from the edges of her fingernails.
I cannot tremble... I absolutely cannot tremble!
Wanyin is right next to me. Even the slightest mistake will tear apart the disguise of the Lesser Formless Illusion Array!
Sister Yuelian.
Yun Zhiwei's extremely gentle and sickeningly sweet voice pierced through the steaming tea mist and echoed in the elegant pavilion.
She stared burningly at the aloof and dignified Hehuan Sect elder in the illusion, her tone full of extremely realistic envy and flattery.
We haven't seen each other for ten years, yet Sister's cultivation has actually reached such an inconceivable state of perfection. Just now, when Sister stepped into this Heavenly Fragrance Treasure Pavilion, I didn't even detect a single trace of your aura.
Yun Zhiwei's slender fingers played with the warm suet jade teacup, her eyes hiding careful probing.
I wonder what kind of heaven-defying fortune Sister has obtained these past years? And in what heavenly grotto did you meet someone like Young Master Gu, who is like a deity from the Nine Heavens?
Probing.
She was using the guise of catching up to frantically figure out Gu Yang's background and trump cards.
The moment this question fell.
Mmph!
Zhao Yuelian suddenly let out an extremely suppressed muffled groan.
The sound was extremely faint, locked tightly between her teeth with all her might.
A layer of sickly flush that almost looked like dripping blood instantly surged onto her cold and stunningly beautiful face. Cold sweat from her temples smashed onto her lapels like pearls from a broken string.
She had to answer.
If she didn't answer, or if her voice sounded abnormal, Yun Zhiwei, a woman suspicious by nature, would immediately notice the flaw!
Zhao Yuelian took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently due to extreme tension.
She tried hard to make her voice sound as icy and majestic as usual.
My fortune... ahem, what does it have to do with you?
Her voice trembled slightly, but to Yun Zhiwei's ears, it sounded like lingering cold fury from being offended by the grand array earlier.
Zhao Yuelian stared blankly into the void, completely afraid to look into Yun Zhiwei's eyes.
Young Master Gu is... is a true dragon in the clouds. How could a frog in the well like you... dare to arbitrarily speculate about him? Put away those unpresentable schemes of yours!
Every single word felt as if it was forcefully squeezed through her teeth.
On the surface, it was a stern reprimand, but only Zhao Yuelian herself knew.
When she uttered the words Young Master Gu, just how ashamed her body beneath the dharma robes felt.
Right at this moment.
From deep within Zhao Yuelian's sea of consciousness, an extremely secretive fluctuation of spiritual energy suddenly transmitted.
It was a telepathic message!
Master.
Su Wanyin's crisp, calm voice, which even carried a trace of killing intent, echoed directly in her mind.
This Yun Zhiwei is definitely not a good person. Her posturing just now was clearly trying to bait information out of you.
Zhao Yuelian's whole body suddenly stiffened!
Her disciple's voice was echoing in her mind.
And her disciple's body was less than half a foot away from her.
This extreme sense of dislocation—being conversed with and consulted for countermeasures by her disciple with absolute trust in her divine sense, while her very breathing depended on a man's mood.
It was like a bolt of scalding, wild lightning that directly shattered the very last shred of her sanity!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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!
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?!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
