The terrifying extreme temperature of the Great Sun True Fire, which carried true soul damage, thoroughly burned this body—which had just been dreaming of Core Formation—into a hollow husk of charred carbon from the inside out within half a breath.
A gentle breeze blew past.
Whoosh.
A pile of ashes scattered into the foul-smelling swamp, as if this person had never existed in the world.
In the center of the depression, it was so dead silent that only the whistling of the wind blowing through the sword-wood could be heard.
Mo Ji, slumped in the muddy water, trembled violently and uncontrollably all over.
Her golden-glowing vertical pupils stared fixedly at the cold back of the figure wearing coarse gray linen clothes.
Icy rain slid down her long, pale swan-like neck, washing over the bone-deep piercing sword wound on her left shoulder.
Blood mixed with muddy water, winding down her slender waist, exuding a breathtakingly tragic and decadent beauty.
Too strong.
That terrifying oppressive feeling of treating a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator like an ant, turning them to ash with a wave of a hand, deeply stimulated her demonic beast instinct to revere the strong.
But immediately after, that extremely cold and domineering aura, so familiar it was carved into her very bones, made her freeze abruptly.
Li... Senior Li?
Her voice trembled, carrying a sweet, quivering tone of surviving a disaster and extreme disbelief.
In the Withered Bone Cave, that cold man who hid in the dark, played the three righteous path prodigies in the palm of his hand, and bestowed upon her a heaven-defying fortune.
Gu Yang slowly turned around.
His deep black eyes, like eternally unmelting glaciers, quietly gazed at this blood-soaked Black Water Profound Snake.
There were no emotional fluctuations, no greetings of a long-awaited reunion.
Still alive.
These three emotionless words were like the heaviest shackles in the world, instantly locking around Mo Ji's neck.
She had no extra nonsense, nor did she complain about how miserable her journey had been.
She did not care about the tearing agony in her left shoulder, letting her shattered black scales scrape against the coarse gravel.
That graceful and alluring body decisively prostrated itself in the muddy water.
Like a truly submissive water snake, she pressed closely against the freezing muck, slithering bit by bit in an extremely humble manner to Gu Yang's feet.
Her tattered aqua-blue skirt spread out, as a large expanse of breathtakingly snow-white skin pressed tightly against the filthy swamp.
The demon race only recognizes the strong. Senior's life-saving grace, Mo Ji has remembered it.
She tilted up that bloodstained, coldly glamorous, and stunningly beautiful face.
The golden vertical pupils that were originally bloodthirsty and cruel in slaughter now held nothing but fanaticism for absolute power and extreme submission.
Her rapid breathing made her full chest heave violently, and her warm breath, carrying a hint of coppery sweetness, carefully brushed against the edge of Gu Yang's coarse cloth shoes.
Gu Yang did not avoid it; he merely scrutinized her from above.
A slender hand reached out, holding a white jade porcelain bottle between its fingers, and tossed it into the muddy water in front of her as casually as throwing away trash.
Eat it.
Mo Ji did not hesitate at all, even skipping the action of pulling out the stopper.
She directly opened her red lips, crushing the jade bottle along with its fragments, and swallowed the healing pill that emanated a rich life force, mixed with the muddy water, into her stomach.
For a demonic beast, this kind of defenseless swallowing was the most thorough and unreserved submission to a superior.
The pure medicinal power instantly dissolved, and the terrifying sword wound on her left shoulder stopped bleeding and scabbed over at a visible speed.
Gu Yang's deep gaze bypassed her and fell on the Dragon Transformation Saliva herb radiating a purple fluorescence.
After taking it, what are your plans.
His voice was so calm that it lacked the slightest fluctuation.
Mo Ji's delicate body arched slightly, like a bow ready to snap out and kill at any moment, yet she desperately suppressed her nature, maintaining a posture of awaiting orders.
She followed Gu Yang's line of sight, her voice cold and rational:
Mo Ji entered this deadly land following a bloodline resonance, coming specifically for this Dragon Transformation Saliva. Only by using this item to form my Core can I truly shed my snake form.
She paused, a trace of ruthlessness and decisiveness belonging to a demonic beast flashing in her vertical pupils.
If Senior needs it, Mo Ji will immediately harvest and offer it up. If not, after Mo Ji uses it to form a Core, this life will be Senior's killing blade.
The corners of Gu Yang's thin lips pressed down slightly.
If he wanted it, he wouldn't have watched the show from the top of the cliff for so long just now.
This herb was completely useless for him to reforge his perfect Dao Foundation, but for this Profound Snake possessing an ancient bloodline, it could create an excellent Core Formation stage enforcer.
A living Demon King was far more valuable than a dead weed.
Keep your own things.
Gu Yang withdrew his gaze and casually made a grasping motion in the void with his right hand.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—
Seven or eight storage bags scattered around the swamp, along with the dim flying swords of the Dao One Sect, were all sucked into his palm.
The Great Sun True Fire spat out from his palm.
With a sizzle, the divine sense marks on all the storage bags were instantly and domineeringly erased.
His divine sense swept over them extremely quickly, extracting the high-level formation disks, rare spirit ores, and the jade slip recording the map.
Afterward, he threw the remaining storage bags—containing water-attribute cultivation techniques, female cultivator robes, a large number of low-grade spirit stones, and healing pills—in front of Mo Ji like leftover food thrown to a beggar.
Clean up the mess. Take this scrap metal away.
Mo Ji looked at the pile of resources in front of her, enough to make rogue cultivators outside fight to the death and even trigger village-slaughtering tragedies.
A trace of deep awe and trembling flashed in those golden vertical pupils.
He was too lazy to even take a second look.
In this cultivation world where people would beat each other's brains out for half a spirit stone, he was like a cold-blooded demon god looking down on all living beings and dispensing charity at will.
Understood.
Her voice was cold as she nimbly gathered those storage bags into her embrace.
Then, she stood up, demonic energy circulating, and extremely accurately uprooted the Purple Blood Dragon Transformation Saliva, sealing it into a restriction jade box.
After doing all this, she did not immediately activate the jade talisman to exit.
Instead, she took a deep breath, a trace of ruthlessness flashing across her originally stunning face.
Her right hand suddenly transformed into a sharp claw covered in black scales, cruelly piercing three inches into her own chest!
Pfft!
Blood splattered, and scalding demonic blood dripped down her snow-white skin into the mud.
She didn't even frown, forcefully pulling out an inverted triangular reverse scale from her heart, which burned with a dark black flame and emitted a terrifying pressure.
This was the Black Water Profound Snake's natal demonic scale. Handing this item over was equivalent to giving up the power of life and death, and even the control of her soul, to someone else.
Holding the reverse scale stained with warm heart's blood in both hands, she raised it high above her head and walked step by step, extremely respectfully, to Gu Yang.
Muddy water slid down her long legs, outlining breathtaking curves.
Demonic cultivators do not value oaths, only blood contracts.
Her voice revealed extreme rationality and the ultimate loyalty of a beast to its master.
Once Mo Ji forms a Golden Core... as long as Senior crushes this scale, no matter the ends of the earth, Mo Ji will definitely rush over at the fastest speed and appear wherever Senior needs.
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lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
