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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
