Exhausting her last ounce of strength, she pressed her frost-covered jade hands against Gu Yang's chest.
Yet that feeble push felt more like a dependent clinging in this moment.
Complex emotions surged deep within Gu Yang's dark eyes. With one arm, he held her soft, boneless body tightly, as if wanting to knead her into his very flesh and blood.
His other hand suddenly tightened, forcing her to tilt up her fragile, slender swan-like neck.
"Don't move!"
Gu Yang lowered his head, his thin lips almost touching her ear, his scorching breath hitting her reddened earlobe.
"Master, your disciple will not let you die."
With that said, Gu Yang bit his index finger.
A drop of essence blood, containing the ancient supreme Yang origin and burning with dark golden flames, was forcefully smeared onto Shen Qingyue's slightly parted red lips.
"Swallow it."
The boiling essence blood was like a miniature sun falling into an ice cave!
"Boom!"
The extreme Yang energy exploded within Shen Qingyue's dried-up meridians.
The Nine Yin cold poison, which clung like maggots to her bones, let out a shrill wail the moment it touched this supreme Yang essence blood, being overwhelmingly incinerated and assimilated!
"Ah..."
Shen Qingyue let out an extremely suppressed cry of pain.
The process of extreme cold being forcefully dispelled by extreme heat felt like death by a thousand cuts, yet it brought a bone-deep numbness.
Her usually icy, clear eyes finally gave way, as scalding tears mixed with melting frost came crashing down.
She no longer struggled.
That proud body, having walked the edge of life and death, had now completely surrendered to this man's domineering and burning embrace.
Like melting spring snow, she collapsed unreservedly into Gu Yang's arms.
Cold sweat slid down her pale chin, dripping onto Gu Yang's gray robes.
Within this hidden space completely sealed by the Primal Chaos Lotus Platform.
This aloof, iceberg-like Master stripped away her strength and disguise in this moment. Her hands tightly gripped the front of Gu Yang's robes, desperately and greedily absorbing his body heat.
...
Half an incense stick's time later.
The frost on Shen Qingyue's face completely faded, replaced by a radiant, translucent, and breathtaking glow.
Her broken meridians were reconnected under the nourishment of the supreme Yang essence blood.
"Steady your mind."
Gu Yang's hoarse voice sounded by her ear as he showed immense restraint, releasing his grip on her waist.
"Channel the flow, suppress the array core."
Shen Qingyue suddenly snapped back to reality, feeling the Golden Core spiritual energy within her body replenish and become even purer than before.
She didn't dare look into Gu Yang's eyes, which seemed able to pierce through one's soul. She forcefully suppressed the tsunami-like shame and strange palpitations in her heart.
Her hands rapidly formed hand seals, cooperating with the suppression of Gu Yang's Great Sun True Fire.
One Yin and one Yang, two completely different yet perfectly matching spiritual energies transformed into a giant Taiji diagram, crashing heavily into the rioting center of the lake below!
"Buzz—!"
The Reversing Yin-Yang Array let out an unwilling wail as its purple-black array patterns shattered inch by inch.
Replacing them was an extremely soft and pure deep-blue profound light.
The array core was completely suppressed.
The Mirror Moon Cold Lake returned to a dead silence, its massive black glass-like surface forming once again.
"We succeeded..."
Shen Qingyue's tense nerves finally relaxed.
Rumble!
The moment the grand array was suppressed, heaven and earth resonated.
The massive extreme Yin spiritual energy accumulated by the Mirror Moon Cold Lake over a century transformed into an extremely pure blue pillar of light. Like an enlightenment pouring from above, it crashed down into the crown of Shen Qingyue's head!
This was the feedback and baptism of the laws of heaven and earth!
Shen Qingyue felt all thirty-six thousand pores on her body open simultaneously, and her mid-stage Golden Core cultivation began to climb at a terrifying speed!
However.
Amidst this seemingly supreme fortune.
A trace of dark red energy, colorless, odorless, and as thin as a gossamer thread, was extremely well-hidden deep within the spiritual energy waterfall, driving straight in!
This thread of energy triggered no spiritual energy warnings whatsoever.
Like a greedy leech, it slithered smoothly along Shen Qingyue's meridians, heading straight for the Golden Core in her dantian's sea of qi!
The Blood Soul Silk-Pulling Gu!
The ultimate backup plan of that old dog, Zhao Wuji!
By the time Shen Qingyue noticed that trace of bizarre, unowned coldness in her dantian.
It was already too late.
That strand of Gu poison had already touched the edge of her Golden Core. It was ruthlessly extending hundreds and thousands of microscopic transparent tentacles, preparing to take root!
"Hehehe... Qingyue, my dual cultivation cauldron, you cannot escape in the end..."
Zhao Wuji's extremely wicked and vicious sneer exploded directly deep within Shen Qingyue's spiritual sea through that thread of Gu silk!
Enslavement!
As long as this Gu poison took root, she would no longer have any secrets.
Her body, her spiritual energy, and all her dignity would be reduced to a marionette that the old thief Zhao Wuji could manipulate at will!
Even suicide would become a luxury!
Despair swallowed her completely like an endless abyss.
Her Dao heart, which had just been pulled back from hell by Gu Yang, let out an overwhelmed cracking sound at this moment.
"No..."
Shen Qingyue's face, which had just regained its color, instantly turned as pale as paper.
In those cold, clear eyes, an extreme madness of mutual destruction emerged.
She would rather be crushed to pieces than suffer such humiliation!
She absolutely could not implicate Gu Yang, who had just saved her!
"Shatter... for me!"
Shen Qingyue bit her back molars so hard that a strong metallic taste of blood instantly filled her mouth.
She abruptly reversed all her meridians, recklessly driving that massive surge of spiritual energy that had just entered her body to crash violently into her Golden Core!
She was going to self-destruct!
A flash of hostility crossed Gu Yang's deep, dark eyes.
He never expected that this woman, having just been pulled from the gates of hell, would immediately fall into another trap!
And this trap was not shown in the intel!
"Boom!"
Gu Yang did not hesitate in the slightest.
The magical power within his body erupted like a burst dam.
His large, scorching palm pressed firmly against Shen Qingyue's flat dantian.
The Great Sun True Fire transformed into a dark golden frenzy, tyrannically crashing through Shen Qingyue's protective spiritual light and forcefully surging into her meridians!
"Gu Yang... let me go... it's too late..."
Shen Qingyue struggled in despair.
"The Blood Soul Silk-Pulling Gu is already... once it takes root... I will become a puppet..."
"Master! Guard your spiritual altar!"
Gu Yang shouted angrily, his massive divine sense acting like a sharp sword, unceremoniously piercing deep into Shen Qingyue's spiritual sea.
The blending of divine souls!
This was an extremely intimate contact, a hundred times more perilous than dual cultivation of the flesh.
The spiritual sea was a cultivator's absolute forbidden zone, the most defenseless place where all secrets were hidden.
The moment that burning sword pierced in.
Shen Qingyue felt an indescribable shudder and tearing sensation from the very depths of her soul.
"Mmm..."
Her fragile neck snapped backward, and a soft whimper escaped through her tightly bitten lips.
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!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
