Biting the tip of her tongue, she used that faint drop of pure Yang true blood to forcefully summon three Blazing Sun Talismans from her storage ring, which radiated a blinding red light.
The talismans ignited without any wind, transforming into three fierce fireballs that smashed ruthlessly toward the chaotic array core below.
At the same time, she flipped her hand, revealing seven three-inch-long Crimson Flame Golden Needles.
Without any hesitation, she viciously thrust them into the major acupoints on her chest. By using this desperate method of sealing her acupoints with golden needles, she intended to forcefully cut off the final path of the cold poison attacking her heart.
The three fireballs exploded on the lake's surface, briefly tearing through the purplish-black array patterns.
But in the next breath.
A deeply venomous cold snort echoed from the depths of the lake.
"Elder Shen, how can you so easily reject the century-in-the-making grand gift this old man has prepared for you?"
A massive water python, condensed from the extremely Yin lake water, suddenly burst out of the surface and swallowed the three blazing sun fireballs in one gulp.
As the water python dispersed, a blurry blood-red figure slowly surfaced on the lake.
Zhao Wuji's Blood Transformation Clone!
This clone had no facial features; it was merely a mass of bizarre liquid emitting a nauseating stench of blood, locking its deadly gaze onto Shen Qingyue on the Crystal Jade Tree.
Crack—
Under the dual crushing force of the clone's coercion and the cold lake's resonance, the seven Crimson Flame Golden Needles pierced into Shen Qingyue's chest acupoints let out a collective wail and shattered inch by inch!
The final line of defense completely collapsed.
"Ugh!"
Shen Qingyue let out a despairing and suppressed muffled groan.
The Nine Yin Cold Poison surged like a breached dam, instantly flooding her internal organs and limbs.
Her originally long and powerful legs completely lost all sensation at this moment, and her entire body fell powerlessly from the Crystal Jade Tree.
With a bang.
She fell heavily among the freezing branches of the Crystal Jade Tree.
The wide hem of her palace dress spread out messily, revealing large swaths of delicate skin frozen to a purplish-blue.
The extreme, freezing cold made her breathing intermittent; every inhalation felt like swallowing ice blades.
Her slender fingers tightly gripped the branches of the Crystal Jade Tree. Due to her extreme exertion, faint traces of blood seeped from her fingertips, only to be instantly frozen into red ice beads.
Even the spiritual energy required to detonate her Golden Core had been completely frozen.
The blood-red clone let out a burst of lewd, maniacal laughter. Holding a Heaven and Earth Shifting Talisman fluctuating with spatial energy, it slowly approached her like a squirming mass of rotting flesh.
"No..."
Shen Qingyue closed her eyes in despair. Before the scalding tears could slide down the corners of her eyes, they turned into ice crystals.
Just at the moment when the blood hand, reeking of a foul stench, was about to touch her snow-white neck.
Over the deathly still lake surface, the air suddenly twisted without warning.
In mid-air, an extremely pleasant voice rang out.
"Where did this old dog come from, daring to touch my master?!"
The Blood Transformation Clone, emitting a nauseating bloody stench, suddenly froze.
Its blurry, featureless face turned extremely stiffly toward the void.
What greeted it was not the desperate struggle of a Foundation Establishment ant.
But a terrifying coercion crashing down like an avalanche!
"Insolent."
A cold snort, charming to the bone yet laced with absolute ice, exploded in the freezing mist.
Zhao Yuelian, wearing that coarse gray robe, appeared silently above the clone like a ghost stepping through the void.
The vast spiritual energy of the late-stage Core Formation great perfection ruthlessly suppressed downward like a physical glacier.
Zhao Wuji's Blood Transformation Clone originally only contained thirty percent of his true body's strength.
In front of Fairy Lingshuang in her peak state, it was utterly vulnerable.
"You—" The clone let out an extremely ear-piercing shriek, just about to crush the Heaven and Earth Shifting Talisman in its hand.
"Freeze."
Zhao Yuelian cast a talisman.
This talisman was a strategic supply purchased previously in the Holy Heaven City.
Now it came to use.
The law of extreme cold instantly drained all the temperature within a hundred zhang radius.
With a crack, that squirming mass of flesh and blood was firmly sealed within a massive, transparent block of profound ice.
Clean and decisive.
Without splashing a single drop of water.
...
Among the branches of the Crystal Jade Tree.
Shen Qingyue's unfocused, limpid eyes watched this scene in disbelief.
A peerless female cultivator at the late-stage Core Formation great perfection?
Furthermore, that female cultivator was actually wearing the exact same gray robe as Gu Yang, standing humbly to the side?
Her vision was blurred by the frost on her eyelashes.
A steady set of footsteps, carrying an extremely suppressed, scorching aura, crushed the icicles on the tree trunk.
Gu Yang looked down at her from above.
In his deep black eyes, there was no longer the pure indifference he showed when facing his mortal enemies.
Looking at this normally unattainable iceberg of a woman, now curled up among the branches like an ice sculpture on the verge of shattering.
Gu Yang's heart, always as cold and hard as a boulder, uncontrollably birthed a trace of irritation, as well as a heartache he didn't even want to delve into.
In this cannibalistic Falling Cloud Sect, Shen Qingyue was the only one who had shielded him from open spears and hidden arrows when he was still weak and insignificant.
"To forcefully endure this certain-death situation for those irrelevant disciples..."
"Master."
Gu Yang's voice sounded in the freezing night wind, carrying a sense of suppression and hoarseness.
"Is this your so-called sheltering of all living beings? Making yourself look this miserable, who can you save?"
Shen Qingyue's whole body trembled violently.
She bit her pale lower lip tightly.
"I... don't need you to care..."
Her lips, frozen purple, let out an extremely faint whimper like an injured young beast.
Gu Yang stomped his right foot heavily on the freezing tree trunk.
"Buzz—!"
The first tier of the Dao Platform, the Primal Chaos Lotus Platform, roared into operation!
A phantom of a translucent five-colored light lotus, over ten feet tall, suddenly bloomed in the void with the two of them at the center.
Green, red, yellow, white, and black—the Five Elements flowed.
Like an overturned glazed pagoda, it instantly and completely isolated the wildly raging extreme Yin spiritual water outside, along with Zhao Yuelian's line of sight!
Inside the lotus platform, the space was extremely cramped.
Gu Yang's large hands, bearing rough, thin calluses, were like two scalding iron tongs. Without the slightest blasphemy, they grabbed her cold, white waist that was frozen stiff and slender enough to be held in one grasp.
"Ugh!"
Shen Qingyue's pupils shrank abruptly.
A terrifying high temperature that could almost melt her soul poured unreservedly into her limbs and bones through those two large hands!
Gu Yang lifted her entire body from the freezing tree trunk, pressing her tightly into his chest that was like a blazing sun furnace.
It was too hot.
The clothing between the two had long been soaked by the ice water.
At this moment, under this extreme contrast in body temperature, large patches of thick white mist instantly evaporated.
That intense masculine scent, mixed with a faint smell of ash, carried an irresistible aggressiveness and sense of security, tightly blocking her breath.
"Gu Yang... let go..."
A breathtaking flush instantly surged onto Shen Qingyue's cold and exquisitely beautiful face.
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?!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
