In the darkness, she couldn't see Gu Yang's face clearly at all. She could only feel the scalding large hand on her waist, transmitting a domineering force of absolute control through the coarse fabric.
Her heartbeat instantly surged to its limit.
Her disciple was less than three steps ahead!
As long as Wan Yin turned her head, she would be able to clearly see her aloof and high-and-mighty master, currently clinging to the young master's embrace like a boneless kitten in this faint fluorescence!
The extreme shame, mixed with the bursts of numbness coming from the Pure Yin Dao Seed in her dantian, caused Zhao Yuelian's mind to completely crash.
"I... I..."
She bit her lower lip tightly, not daring to break free at all, and even her breathing became extremely cautious.
Cold sweat slid down her pale cheeks and dripped onto Gu Yang's gray lapel.
Not only did she not push Gu Yang away, but as if afraid of falling, she extremely covertly leaned her stiff, water-snake-like waist even more weakly into the palm of that large hand.
Gu Yang did not let go. Half-embracing and half-holding this stiff Core Formation grand cultivator, he walked toward the depths of the underground palace as if taking a leisurely stroll.
On his retina, a pale blue light screen began to refresh wildly like a waterfall.
[Daily Intelligence Refreshed!]
[Purple Intelligence: The sole heir of the Blood River Sect, Mo Bufan, under the guidance of the remnant soul of a Demon Venerable, has infiltrated the underground palace of Holy Heaven City. He is using a concealment artifact to rapidly sneak toward the third level of the underground palace.
His target is the ancient relic 'Withered Glory Blood Heart' suppressed beneath the formation core on the third level.
The Ten Thousand Woods Everspring Array of Holy Heaven City has been running for a hundred years. The vital blood, flesh, and extreme resentment of those bottom-tier rogue cultivators who were sacrificed alive before their deaths were not entirely absorbed by the demonic vines.
The most filthy and purest part of it was repelled by the grand array beneath the third level's formation core, condensing over time into a "Withered Glory Blood Heart" that beats like a living creature.
To him, this heart is a greater tonic than any heavenly treasure, enough to forcefully elevate him by a minor realm, and even allow him to plant a hidden stake in his divine soul to prepare for a future counter-kill and devour the grandpa in his ring. Click to view coordinates]
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[White Intelligence: Dao One Sect's Dao Child Ye Chen, along with his Dao Protector, the blind sword attendant Bai Zhi (Early Golden Core), has arrived at the underground palace.
Wearing a coarse grayish-white linen sword robe, her eyes are tightly blindfolded by a white silk ribbon soaked in dark red dried blood.
In her arms, she holds a broad-bladed heavy sword covered in cracks.
She was originally a prodigy of some declining sword sect. After Ye Chen secretly plotted the extermination of her sect, he saved her in the posture of a savior. Not long ago, she formed her Golden Core, and in order to block a poisoned needle for Ye Chen, both her eyes were destroyed.
Standing behind her, Ye Chen, dressed in white surpassing snow, looks at her with eyes as if looking at a whetstone that is being worn down. Click to view coordinates]
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[Green Intelligence: The third level of the underground palace is equipped with the ancient absolute kill mechanism 'Weeping Blood Puppet Array'. Hundreds of eerie green eternal lamps hang from the hall's dome, projecting the shadows of intruders deeply onto the obsidian floor tiles.
The array does not harm the physical body. Once triggered, invisible 'Weeping Blood Soul Nails' will pierce out from underground to firmly nail the shadows.
With the shadow fixed, the cultivator's physical body will instantly become paralyzed, and their divine soul will be forcefully extracted by the blood threads within the eternal lamps, reducing them to an empty shell puppet.
There is only one way to break this array: One must use fire magic to transform into a miniature sun with no blind spots within the hall. Under the extreme intense light, all things cast no shadows, and the soul nails will become rootless wood, while the eerie green yin fire will also be instantly vaporized and erased. Click to view coordinates]
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Looking at the words on the light screen, a trace of mockery flashed through Gu Yang's deep black eyes.
What a coincidence.
Interesting.
A Blood River heir carrying a Demon Venerable grandpa.
A hypocrite full of righteousness and morality who relies on women to clear traps.
These two vicious dogs that eat people without spitting out the bones have actually gathered in the underground palace at this time.
It just so happens that there are some traps in the underground palace that need to be broken.
Then you two can both be the meat shields for clearing traps.
...
The darkness in the depths of the underground palace was so viscous that it seemed capable of drawing silk.
The air was filled with a strong smell of rust and the foul stench of aged rotting flesh.
Gu Yang brought Su Wanyin and Zhao Yuelian, moving silently along the blind spot at the very top of the corridor.
His large hand with rough calluses was still tightly wrapped around Zhao Yuelian's waist.
Under the grayish, shoddy dharma robe, Fairy Lingshuang's breathtakingly plump figure was currently taut like a fully drawn bow.
Even through the fabric, Gu Yang could clearly feel the layer of fine cold sweat exuding from her skin.
Zhao Yuelian's breathing was suppressed to the extreme.
Her warm, rapid breath hit Gu Yang's cold neck irregularly.
She didn't dare to move an inch.
Less than ten rods below was the intricate mechanism passage of the underground palace.
As long as a single trace of spiritual energy fluctuation leaked out, not only would it alert the prey ahead, but it would also cause her to completely lose face in front of her disciple Su Wanyin.
Extreme darkness and fear infinitely magnified her sense of touch.
Every time Gu Yang casually stroked her tense waist, it would trigger a shudder from the Pure Yin Dao Seed within her body.
She could only, like a drowning person, attach her soft and boneless body even more thoroughly to this man's chest.
...
The second level of the underground palace, the Poisonous Swamp Labyrinth.
A very faint dark red blood mist was wriggling rapidly close to the white bones covering the ground.
"Sizzle..."
Pale green bubbles emerging from the poisonous swamp burst, and terrifyingly corrosive poisonous water splashed onto the blood mist, emitting a teeth-aching burning sound.
Mo Bufan revealed his figure, landing on a relatively shriveled giant demonic beast skull.
The hem of his washed-out pale green cloth garment had already been corroded into tatters by the poisonous water.
Those pure white blood-pupils were filled with sinister ruthlessness and brutality.
"Old man, the poison aura in this damned place is too heavy. My Asura Blood Aura Cover is almost melted through."
Mo Bufan stared intently at the bottomless passage ahead, communicating through gritted teeth in his sea of consciousness.
"Keep your composure."
The Blood River Demon Venerable's aged voice revealed a trace of greed.
"Below is the third level. As long as you get that Withered Glory Blood Heart, your Asura Blood Aura Body will reach major completion. When that time comes, who among the younger generation of the Eastern Region could withstand a single exchange with you?"
Mo Bufan licked his chapped lips, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Wait until my Blood Aura Body reaches major completion..."
He tightly gripped the bloodthirsty bone sword on his back, his knuckles turning pale from the force. "The first thing I'll do is drag out that bastard named Li Feiyu! I'll pull out his tendons and skin him alive!"
Thinking of that bastard who repeatedly schemed against him in secret realms, snatched his opportunities, and even pinned the blame on him, Mo Bufan hated him so much that his teeth itched.
"I will drain all the blood from his body drop by drop to nourish my bone sword!"
Mo Bufan took a deep breath, transformed into blood mist again, and plunged headlong into the entrance leading to the third level.
...
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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?!
