She could clearly feel it, instantly calming her mind, which had often been restless due to practicing demonic arts.
Not only that, she could even feel that the speed at which the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured into her body was twice as fast as usual!
"Is this... the good fortune the Young Master bestowed upon me..."
Su Wanyin moaned fervently in her heart.
It was resonating extremely faintly with Gu Yang's heartbeat.
...
[Ding! Detected extreme shame and sense of immorality from the target.]
['Nine Yin Fortune Dao Seed' condensation progress: 31%... 32%!]
...
...
After settling Su Wanyin and Luo Shenyao, Gu Yang took Zhao Yuelian and hurried all the way towards the direction of the Falling Cloud Sect.
Along the way, Gu Yang had Zhao Yuelian pilot the flying boat while he planted the seeds of fortune.
Trying it out.
Without any outsiders interfering, Zhao Yuelian's cold and stunningly beautiful face was always covered in a breathtaking, flushed red.
Her eyes were as seductive as silk.
Unfortunately.
There was no progress at all.
It seemed he had to think of other ways...
Half a month later.
The flying boat passed through layers of clouds, and the continuous immortal mountains and jade pavilions of the Falling Cloud Sect finally appeared at the end of their line of sight.
...
The flying boat's shield was slowly lowered, and the cold night wind, mixed with a faint scent of pine, poured into the cabin.
Gu Yang stood on the deck with his hands behind his back, his deep black eyes looking down at the massive sect beneath his feet without a ripple of emotion.
[Purple Intelligence: Today at 2:45 AM, at the Falling Cloud Sect's resource area, Mirror Moon Cold Lake. In the center of the lake is a thousand-year-old Crystal Jade Tree. The lake water is formed by extreme pure yin spiritual water; birds cannot fly over it, and feathers will not float on it. A 'Thousand-Year Extreme Yin Water Spirit Pearl' is gestating at the bottom of the lake.
Grand Elder Zhao Wuji issued a sect decree to Shen Qingyue directly at the elder council, using the excuse: "The sect's centennial grand sacrifice is approaching, the spiritual energy of the Mirror Moon Cold Lake's array core is dissipating, and a Core Formation elder with extreme yin attributes is needed to suppress it."
Zhao Wuji tampered with the 'Yin-Yang Reversal Array' at the lake's center, intending to detonate Shen Qingyue's cold poison using extreme yin resonance. His 'Blood Transformation Clone' is lurking at the bottom of the lake. Once Shen Qingyue falls, the clone will use a 'Universe Shifting Talisman' to kidnap her to a secret private vault.
Externally, it will be announced that Shen Qingyue failed to suppress the array and unfortunately perished at the bottom of the lake. [Click to view coordinates]]
Gu Yang's gaze lingered on that line of pale blue text for three seconds.
Zhao Wuji, this old dog hiding in the dark, finally couldn't hold back and was making a deadly move.
A sect decree, pressing down with great righteousness.
This was an unavoidable open scheme.
However, a Thousand-Year Extreme Yin Water Spirit Pearl?
Gu Yang felt the majestic Great Sun True Fire in his dantian, vast as an abyss.
Extreme yang fire, if supplemented by extreme yin water, his foundation of yin-yang fortune would definitely undergo a transformation.
Master... wait for me.
His gaze continued to move down.
[White Intelligence: Inside Cold Moon Peak of the Falling Cloud Sect. Core Formation Elder Shen Qingyue held the scorching hot sect golden token, her knuckles turning white.
She knew clearly that this was an open scheme targeting her Nine Yin Body, but with great righteousness pressing down, if she defied the decree, it would implicate the disciples under her peak.
The extreme cold ice energy cut through her meridians like a knife. Amidst the severe pain, the deep eyes of her disciple Gu Yang uncontrollably surfaced in her mind, along with that ancient extreme yang body that was like a furnace capable of dispelling all yin coldness.]
...
[White Intelligence: Tens of thousands of miles away, the Miao Frontier Holy Maiden Lan Caidie was curled up at the edge of a dark Gu pool. The dormant 'Concentric Child Gu' in her body suddenly transmitted a burst of extremely pure, domineering high-level energy feedback.
This fortune power, originating from the host's advancement, instantly broke through her cultivation bottleneck that had been stagnant for years.
She was drenched in fragrant sweat. In the intertwining of extreme pain and pleasure, she bit her red lips tightly, but her eyes became increasingly blurred and crazed.]
...
[White Intelligence: On the Unfeeling Cliff of the Supreme Sword Sect. Ji Shuanghua has properly settled Lin Qingwan and officially become an inner sect disciple of the Sword Sect.
Carrying a long sword on her back, she tried several times to force her way through the sect-protecting grand array to go down the mountain and find Gu Yang, but was forcibly suppressed on the Repentance Cliff by the sword intent of a Nascent Soul stage elder in the sect.
She could only stand alone by the cliff, facing the knife-like astral winds, silently waiting for the day the Supreme Sword Sect's secret realm, which opens once every five hundred years, to arrive.]
...
Gu Yang closed the panel expressionlessly.
All the clues quickly intertwined and reorganized in his mind, finally turning into an extremely precise hunting net.
Zhao Wuji's Blood Transformation Clone? Universe Shifting Talisman?
Since you helped me scout the coordinates of the Thousand-Year Extreme Yin Water Spirit Pearl, then I will gladly accept it.
"Young Master."
Behind him came an extremely sweet call, tinged with a bit of caution.
Zhao Yuelian had walked onto the deck at some point.
The drab, low-quality magic robe she wore was now blown tightly against her body by the mountain wind.
Her breathtakingly voluptuous curves were vividly outlined under the pale moonlight.
On that cold, stunningly beautiful, pale-skinned face, because of the nourishment of the "Fortune Interlocking Branches" from rushing day and night over the past half month, there was a shocking charm like a fully ripe peach.
Gu Yang didn't turn around, his voice cold and hard.
"Operate the 'Thousand Illusions Concealment' and suppress your cultivation to the Qi Refining stage. From now on, you are my personal sword attendant."
Zhao Yuelian's delicate body trembled slightly.
In her autumn-water-like bright eyes, an indescribable, sickly flush instantly surged up.
The grand Fairy Lingshuang, at the grand completion of the Core Formation stage of the Joyous Union Sect, going to be a sword attendant for a disciple in this orthodox sect?
This extreme sense of disparity, being completely stripped of her identity and treated like a personal possession.
Made her toes curl up.
"Yes... this servant understands."
She lowered her eyes, her voice so soft it was almost dripping water.
At this moment, the Dao Seed beat extremely slowly.
The corner of Gu Yang's eye swept over the jumping numbers.
Sure enough...
"We'll go to the Mirror Moon Cold Lake first."
"Yes."
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...
Falling Cloud Sect, Cold Moon Peak.
The biting cold wind shuttled through the cliffs like ghosts howling.
The entire mountain peak was shrouded in a layer of frost that never melted all year round.
Inside the grand hall.
Not a single spiritual candle was lit; it was dark and dead silent like a massive ice tomb.
Shen Qingyue stood alone, barefoot on the Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Jade floor tiles that were as smooth as a mirror.
She wore a magnificent palace dress with a white background and gold patterns.
Her waist was lightly bound by a black silk ribbon, outlining that proud figure that couldn't be hidden even under the loose robes.
But at this moment, this Core Formation elder, who was usually high and mighty, like a snow lotus admiring its own purity, was trembling slightly.
The air was filled with an extremely oppressive, icy aura.
"Patter."
A drop of cold sweat slid down her pale, stunningly beautiful cheek, smashing onto the cold jade tile and instantly freezing into an ice flower.
In Shen Qingyue's hand, she tightly clutched a sect golden token that emitted a scorching light.
Her knuckles were a fragile pale blue-white due to excessive force.
Grand Elder Zhao Wuji's decree.
Suppressing the array core of the Mirror Moon Cold Lake.
"What a high-sounding open scheme..."
Shen Qingyue bit her pale lower lip, and a trace of bright red blood seeped from the corner of her lips, looking shocking on her fair chin.
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