Gu Yang coldly withdrew his hand, letting Zhao Yuelian, who was completely drained and drenched in sweat, slide to the ground like a puddle of mud and retreat back into the shadows.
Throughout the entire process, apart from the faintest sounds of breathing, not a single extraneous noise was made.
The illusion array quietly retracted the spiritual light halos at its edges.
In Shen Qingyue's eyes, Gu Yang still stood in his original spot with his hands clasped behind his back, his posture as straight as a pine.
"You may step down first."
Gu Yang slowly turned around, his deep dark eyes glancing at Zhao Yuelian huddled in the corner without the slightest ripple of emotion.
"My master and I still have important matters to discuss."
"Yes, Young Master."
Zhao Yuelian stood up with extreme docility.
She kept her head deeply bowed, her loose gray robes concealing her legs, which were still trembling slightly from the extreme harvesting she had just endured.
The moment she turned around.
From the corner of her eye, she shot Gu Yang an incredibly covert, sicky-obsessed glance before silently backing out of the great hall.
"Bang."
The heavy doors of the ten-thousand-year profound ice hall slowly closed shut.
Completely isolating the mournful astral winds outside.
Within the massive Cold Moon Palace, only the master and disciple remained.
It was extremely quiet.
So quiet that one could even hear Shen Qingyue's slightly rapid breathing.
A trace of an incredibly elegant, faint, and sweet cold fragrance began to slowly permeate the empty hall at some unknown point in time.
Gu Yang's nose twitched slightly.
Deep within his profound eyes flashed a highly concealed hint of mockery.
A high-tier sleeping incense, Drunken Immortal's Lure.
He had received a piece of intelligence beforehand.
[After the illusion array fell, Shen Qingyue stubbornly believed that it was the "Desolate Ancient Extreme Yang Essence Blood" that had disordered her mind... She plans to ignite the high-tier sleeping incense "Drunken Immortal's Lure" to make you fall asleep, attempting to prove that she can face you normally without crossing the line in an undisturbed environment...]
Long before stepping onto this Cold Moon Peak, Gu Yang had already consumed a Heart-Clearing Pill specifically designed to counter this incense.
But he did not make a sound.
Gu Yang naturally walked to a spot three paces away from the profound jade bed and stopped.
Cupping his hands together, his tone revealed a perfectly measured amount of respect.
"Master, just now at the Mirror Moon Cold Lake, this disciple offended you greatly in order to expel the Blood Soul Silk-Pulling Gu from your body."
"I wonder if the cold poison inside Master's body has stabilized now?"
Shen Qingyue hugged the jade box emitting extremely cold qi, struggling to maintain her lofty, icy demeanor on her stunningly beautiful, pale face.
"It is no longer a serious issue."
She turned her head slightly, her voice as clear and cold as pearls dropping onto a jade plate, yet carrying a trace of panic that even she hadn't noticed.
"Regarding the matter at the Mirror Moon Cold Lake... you did very well."
"For the loss of that drop of source essence blood, I will find some nourishing spiritual herbs from the sect's treasury to compensate you."
The conversation was incredibly distant, as if they had returned to their usual, icy master-disciple daily life.
However.
In Shen Qingyue's mind, monstrous waves were surging uncontrollably!
As long as she saw Gu Yang's handsome, calm face.
Her mind irresistibly flashed back to the scene at the bottom of the Mirror Moon Cold Lake, where the two of them were trapped in the five-colored lotus platform.
That broad chest, like a blazing sun furnace, that had tightly crushed her into his embrace...
That scalding big hand with rough, thin calluses that had pinched her chin...
And that drop of essence blood burning with dark golden flames, dominantly smeared onto her lips by him and forcefully passed into her body, bringing a soul-deep tremor.
The extreme sense of shame of having all her secrets completely seen through and stripped bare when their souls intertwined!
"Stop thinking about it... Shen Qingyue, you are a Peak Master, and he is your disciple!"
She frantically warned herself in her heart.
She lit this Drunken Immortal's Lure precisely to wait for Gu Yang to fall into a deep sleep.
So she could sit calmly on this bed, look at his sleeping face, and prove that her Dao heart was as firm as a boulder, and that she would absolutely not harbor any filthy, transgressive thoughts toward a disciple!
However.
The Heavenly Dao most loved to tear a person's laughable dignity to shreds.
"Crack—"
Shen Qingyue's heart suddenly constricted.
Deep within her dantian qi sea, the Nine Yin Cold Poison that had been firmly suppressed by Gu Yang's drop of extreme yang essence blood.
Had unexpectedly, without any warning, launched an incredibly terrifying counterattack at this very moment!
The temporary suppression was like plugging a volcano about to erupt; once the dam broke, the explosive power would be ten, a hundred times stronger!
"Mmph!"
A highly suppressed, pained groan escaped from Shen Qingyue's throat.
Her breathtakingly beautiful face, which had just been flushed with a thrilling crimson, instantly turned as pale as paper!
A layer of terrifying dark blue frost frantically spread along her slender, fragile neck at a visible speed!
Her meridians froze inch by inch.
That extreme, bone-deep freezing cold, which felt as if it would completely tear her soul apart, made her instantly lose control of her body!
"Clang—"
The Ten Thousand Year Profound Yin Jade Pillow in her hands crashed onto the cold jade bed, making a crisp sound.
She bit her pale lower lip tightly, her hands gripping her chest clothes in extreme pain, her knuckles turning a fragile bluish-white.
"No... why at this exact moment..."
Gu Yang quietly watched this scene.
Watching his lofty, iceberg-like master instantly curl into a ball of pain.
He acutely sensed that the sweet scent of the Drunken Immortal's Lure in the air had reached its peak concentration.
Gu Yang's brows suddenly furrowed, and he raised a hand to hold his forehead.
A trace of bewilderment and unfocus opportunely flashed through his profound dark eyes.
"Master... the incense in this hall..."
His figure swayed violently, his tall and straight body seemingly losing all strength to support itself.
"Thud!"
Gu Yang fell directly onto one knee, and then very naturally, collapsed heavily onto the thick snow-white spirit fox carpet in front of the cold jade bed.
With his eyes tightly shut, his breathing gradually grew long and steady.
He had completely passed out.
...
Inside the great hall, there was a deathly silence.
There was only Shen Qingyue's increasingly rapid and broken panting due to extreme pain.
"Gu... Gu Yang..."
Her entire body was frozen purple, and she was shivering violently.
Those bright, autumn-water eyes covered in frost stared fixedly at the disciple collapsed at her feet.
The Drunken Immortal's Lure had taken effect.
He had passed out.
In this empty, sealed hall that not even divine sense could penetrate.
Even if she were to do anything to him right now, he wouldn't notice a single thing.
"Buzz—!"
A wail of near-collapse echoed from her meridians.
On the surface of her Golden Core, a thick layer of dark blue profound ice had already formed.
In at most half an incense stick of time, if she didn't receive the forceful channeling of extreme yang qi, her Golden Core would be completely shattered by the ice!
Her body would die, and her Dao would vanish!
But.
The only antidote lay right at her feet.
That Desolate Ancient Extreme Yang Body which, even in deep sleep, continued to ceaselessly radiate terrifying waves of heat like a furnace.
"No... I am the Master... how can I..."
Shen Qingyue shook her head in despair. Tears had barely welled up in her eyes before they froze into ice beads and smashed against her lapels.
The very last shred of her rationality emitted the shattering sound of being overwhelmed, caught between life and death and the frantic craving originating from her body's instincts.
Shen Qingyue gritted her teeth tightly, desperately tearing her gaze away from Gu Yang.
"I am an elder of the Falling Cloud Sect... I, Shen Qingyue, would rather die on my feet than become a beast that preys on others in their time of weakness!"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.”
