Underneath the dusty grey robes, those cold, jade-like legs that were usually wrapped in snow-white fox fur were still trembling slightly uncontrollably.
She walked very slowly, falling a full three paces behind Gu Yang.
Her lowered, autumn-water bright eyes stared fixedly at the grey hem of the man's robe, her mind a tangled mess.
Suddenly.
Deep within her dantian, beside the "Crimson Sub-Gu" that had fallen silent after a period of frenzied resonance.
Extremely abruptly, a trace of an incredibly faint, yet utterly pure, strange coolness emerged.
It carried a kind of lofty, vibrant vitality that seemed capable of nurturing all things, gently traveling through a major circulation cycle along her dried-up, damaged meridians.
"Boom—"
In Zhao Yuelian's mind, it was as if an ancient, primordial bell had been struck violently.
Wherever that coolness passed.
Her Dao foundation, riddled with holes from ten years of the "Thousand Threads Soul Entanglement Syndrome," was being forcefully stitched together and nourished at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Even her bottleneck at the peak of the Core Formation stage, which had been stagnant for years, loosened incredibly by a fraction!
Zhao Yuelian suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Her autumn-water bright eyes widened uncontrollably, a monstrous wave of shock rising in their depths.
What kind of power was this?!
It was not the overbearing Yang energy of the Great Sun True Fire at all, but an extreme pure Yin that was completely homologous to, and even countless times higher in grade than, her original cultivation method!
An invisible, intangible "illusory seed" was quietly taking root deep within her Qi sea.
Zhao Yuelian stood frozen in the cold wind, even her breathing stopped.
She looked up in disbelief at Gu Yang, whose back was as cold and hard as iron, walking ahead.
In her mind, those images that had originally been filled with extreme shame were instantly shattered and reassembled!
An incredibly absurd, yet logically perfectly self-consistent thought grew wildly in her mind like weeds.
"Such a pure Yin Dao seed that steals the fortune of heaven and earth is absolutely a supreme opportunity to defy the heavens and change one's fate!"
"The cultivation world emphasizes the mutual generation of Yin and Yang, and that things turn into their opposites when they reach the extreme."
"This kind of Dao seed definitely requires extremely harsh, extreme methods to stimulate!"
Zhao Yuelian's eye sockets slowly turned completely red.
She looked at Gu Yang's cold, unapproachable back, feeling her very soul trembling.
"He... he deliberately suppressed me with an illusion array in front of that outsider Yun Zhiwei, and even in front of Wanyin."
"He used the most brutal, unforgiving method to force me to shed all my lofty master disguises."
"He wasn't doing it to satisfy his own selfish desires at all!"
"He did it to act as the final trigger for this Dao seed to sprout!"
Too profound.
The Young Master's calculations, the Young Master's methods, were simply so profound it made one's scalp tingle!
He would rather bear the infamous reputation of being "reckless and tyrannical."
Just to forcefully use this method to smash my bottleneck and pave a smooth, heavenly path toward the Nascent Soul Great Dao for me!
The cold wind blew past.
On Zhao Yuelian's cold, stunningly beautiful face, the originally pale expression caused by weakness was swept away.
Replacing it was a blush of extreme, breathtaking intensity.
"For the Young Master to treat me like this..."
Her ten cold, white fingers, hidden in her wide sleeves, dug fiercely into her palms.
"Master?"
Beside her, Su Wanyin's crisp voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the chaotic, crazy mental gymnastics churning in Zhao Yuelian's heart.
Su Wanyin took a step forward, her watery peach-blossom eyes revealing a trace of sharp scrutiny.
Her gaze naturally fell on Zhao Yuelian's cheeks, which were so red they almost seemed to drip blood, and then swept over the layer of fine, fragrant sweat beading on her master's smooth forehead.
"Master, why is your face so red?"
Su Wanyin narrowed her eyes slightly.
As the Holy Maiden of the Joyous Union Sect, she was extremely sensitive to a certain special aura.
In the air, aside from the icy spiritual energy unique to Holy Heaven City, there was clearly a trace of an incredibly faint, yet sickeningly sweet lingering scent that made one's bones go soft.
It was the natural body fragrance emitted by a mature female cultivator.
Zhao Yuelian's entire body stiffened violently.
The sense of shame that had just been suppressed by gratitude instantly surged back like a tide.
She felt so guilty that she didn't dare to look her disciple in the eye.
"It's... it's nothing."
Zhao Yuelian flusteredly turned her head, pretending to look at the magical treasure stalls by the street.
"That Yun Zhiwei is malicious. The incense in the Heaven Number One elegant pavilion just now had some extremely hidden aphrodisiac fire poison mixed into it."
She braced herself and firmly pinned the blame on Yun Zhiwei.
"Just now... to guard against her acting out of desperation, your master secretly forced my spiritual energy to suppress that fire energy. Now, being suddenly exposed to the wind, my qi and blood are just flowing backwards. It's nothing serious."
The excuse was grandiose.
But her legs, hidden under her wide robes and still trembling slightly, couldn't deceive anyone.
Su Wanyin didn't speak.
She quietly looked at her master's evasive eyes, and then at Gu Yang, who was walking ahead with steps as steady as a rock.
The hem of her red skirt fluttered wildly in the wind...
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Holy Heaven City, Lower City.
At the end of a dark, dead-end alley that never saw the light of day.
The air was filled with a pungent stench, the smell of rotting meat and sewer slop that had been accumulating and fermenting for years.
Gu Yang stopped in front of a dry well.
Underneath his dusty grey robes, his deep black eyes showed no ripples of emotion.
"Buzz—"
An incredibly faint spiritual light lit up on his fingertip as he gently pressed a moss-covered depression on the edge of the dry well, following the cyan jade array map Yun Zhiwei had given him.
There were no earth-shattering phenomena.
The mud at the bottom of the dry well rolled back to the sides like a living creature, revealing a bottomless, wet stone staircase extending downward.
A sickeningly thick smell of blood, mixed with the unique cold dampness of the underground, rushed at them like a tangible, chilling wind.
"Let's go."
Gu Yang took the lead and stepped into the darkness.
Su Wanyin followed closely, her watery peach-blossom eyes full of vigilance, her fingers already gripping a dark red poison dart.
But Zhao Yuelian, walking at the back, still had unsteady footing.
The stone steps beneath the dry well were extremely steep and covered in slippery, dark red moss.
This Fairy Lingshuang at the peak of the Core Formation stage actually slipped due to the uncontrollable weakness in her legs and fell forward uncontrollably.
"Ah..."
An extremely suppressed gasp had just escaped her throat.
A large hand with rough calluses shot out from the darkness with extreme precision, like iron pincers.
It firmly grasped her soft, slender waist.
"Thud."
Zhao Yuelian's breathtakingly voluptuous body crashed heavily into a hard, broad chest.
A strong masculine scent, mixed with the faint smell of ash from the Great Sun True Fire that made one's soul tremble, instantly enveloped her completely.
"Can't even walk steadily?"
Gu Yang's cold voice echoed in the extremely narrow, pitch-black tunnel.
His warm breath hit Zhao Yuelian's fragile earlobe, raising a layer of fine goosebumps.
Zhao Yuelian's entire body stiffened violently.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.”
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
