Deep beneath the Nine Nether Profound Ice at the bottom of the cold pool, three assassins from the Qianyuan Pavilion were lying in wait. The sword spirit was actually the residual soul of the pavilion's first-generation elder. The three of them were ordered to retrieve the residual soul and recast the supreme treasure of the pavilion. They would never allow it to be destroyed. After seeing Ye Chen's scheme, the three of them decided to hide their auras and become the "yellow finches".
They only waited for the extremely weak moment when Ye Chen was seriously injured and exhausted, and Ye Shutong's mind was in disarray to strike suddenly.
They would forcibly take in the sword spirit and dissect Ye Shutong's Exquisite Seven-Orifice Heart alive, seizing these two peerless opportunities all at once. [Click to view coordinates]
In the shadows, Gu Yang's breathing completely merged with the extreme cold of the dark red stone pillar.
The Exquisite Seven-Orifice Heart. In this cannibalistic world of cultivating immortals, these five words represent not only a top-notch cultivation cauldron but also a peerless medicine that can revive the dead and heal the injured.
However, such a thing that seizes the essence of heaven and earth is extremely delicate and cannot tolerate the slightest flaw. If it is plundered by force and dissected alive, the extreme fear, despair, resentment, and venom produced by the host before death will instantly turn into the most filthy blood evil.
A heart orifice origin completely contaminated by resentment is too dirty even to feed to a dog. Not to mention using it to forge the spotless and supreme "First-Rank Haoran Saint Fetus".
Gu Yang's thin lips curled into a mocking smile without a trace of warmth in the darkness. The Haoran Sword Immortals of the Dao Yi Sect would never tolerate the slightest bit of evil qi and karmic obstacles in their perfect golden cores.
So, he needed Ye Shutong to "willingly" offer it. And in this world, there is only one way to make the origin of the Exquisite Seven-Orifice Heart leave the body without reservation and without resentment.
Dual cultivation. Using the body as a cauldron and life as a guide, in the ultimate throes of the blending of spirit and flesh, the purest foundation of the heart orifice is transferred to the one who harvests and supplements.
That requires the female cultivator to completely open her spiritual sea, shed all defenses and shame. In extreme indulgence and willing dedication, she allows the other party to completely drain her vitality like peeling a cocoon.
The cold wind carried the stinging ice chips of the pool water, scraping against Gu Yang's rough linen robe. A glint of extreme cold scrutiny flashed in his abyss-like black eyes, completely exposing Ye Chen's extremely hypocritical and elaborate scheme.
The beast-attracting incense awakened the half-step Core Formation sword spirit sleeping at the bottom of the pool. It was like a butcher's knife hanging overhead. The spirit-locking formation sealed off all retreats. It was like a cage that cut off the hope of survival.
Finally, Ye Chen only needed to use his seriously injured and dying body to extremely heroically block the fatal sword strike for his beloved junior sister. The warm blood splashing on the snow-white skirt would be enough to instantly shatter all the psychological defenses of an innocent girl.
Extreme despair, extreme guilt, and that deformed love that he had carefully nurtured with years of gentle disguise would all ferment into the most blind fanaticism of sacrifice at this moment of life and death.
Gu Yang could almost imagine that disgusting and deadly scene. In this bone-chilling death formation, the innocent junior sister would cry like a pear blossom in the rain, willing to shed her last bit of cover.
She would tremble and press her hot and delicate body tightly against her senior brother's "cold" body. In the confusion of dual cultivation and the righteousness of saving a life, she would willingly be drained of the last drop of her exquisite heart blood and turn into a shriveled skeleton.
And Ye Chen would only need to shed beautiful tears and helplessly accept this "gift". He would step on the bones of his beloved and embark on his supreme sword path cleanly and without a single drop of blood on him.
What a compassionate leader of the righteous path. Gu Yang absent-mindedly rubbed his fingertips against the rough stone wall, feeling the cold and stinging pain on his fingertips.
Even the cold wind that could freeze the soul seemed to be cheering for this pinnacle of hypocrisy.
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The bone-chilling cold wind of the Sunken Water Cold Pool, carrying fine ice chips, scraped against the dark red stone pillar.
Gu Yang stood with his hands behind his back in the absolute shadow, like a piece of profound ice that had not melted for thousands of years.
He didn't rush to move even an inch.
The "Great Sun Burning Heaven Scripture" in his body quietly circulated. The extremely yang qi and blood secretly sank into the frozen soil under his feet, like an invisible giant spider web, slowly spreading towards the depths of the cold pool.
Under his extremely sensitive perception of qi and blood.
Beneath the seemingly calm and mirror-like blue ice surface that could even freeze spiritual consciousness, there suddenly came three faint and almost stagnant heartbeats.
These three auras were well camouflaged, almost merging with the cold air of the Nine Nether Profound Ice.
But Gu Yang still keenly captured that faint, extremely poisonous rusty blood smell.
It was the "Spirit-Extinguishing Thorn", a special magical weapon of the Qianyuan Pavilion, which would develop a fierce evil aura after being soaked in the blood of living people all year round.
The three "yellow finches" were lying tightly between the silt and broken ice at the bottom of the pool, even cutting off their breathing, like three extremely patient poisonous snakes.
He withdrew his perception and activated the Thousand Illusionary Invisibility technique to the extreme, turning himself into a shadow so faint that even the wind couldn't detect it.
The grand show was about to begin.
"Buzz—"
That extremely subtle and sweet exotic fragrance in the air finally reached a critical point.
The blue surface of the Sunken Water Cold Pool, which was like a huge bronze mirror, suddenly made a tooth-grinding cracking sound without warning.
"Boom!"
A terrifying water column several feet thick shot up into the sky, and the ice and snow danced wildly.
Amidst the flying ice shards, an ancient sword spirit several dozen feet tall, entirely condensed from pure blue sword qi, slowly straightened up.
It had no facial features, only two clusters of jumping ice-blue soul fires.
The terrifying spiritual pressure of the half-step Core Formation realm was like a substantial wave, instantly shattering large pieces of weathered rocks on the shore.
"Senior brother!"
A panicked and delicate scream was torn to pieces in the gale.
On the shoal less than ten steps away from the cold pool, Ye Shutong tightly held the slender sword in her hand. Her cold and fair face was full of horror.
The violent sword qi scraped against her water-blue magic robe, outlining her slender waist and breathtaking curves.
She was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. Under the pressure of this ancient evil spirit, even the spiritual power in her body became stagnant.
"Don't be afraid! I'm here!"
A tall and straight figure in white as snow resolutely stepped in front of her.
Ye Chen.
His back was straight, and there was no trace of retreat on his handsome face. The ancient sword named "Mercy" was already unsheathed.
The Haoran righteousness burst out from his body like a warm sun, forcefully splitting a gap in the bone-chilling cold air and sword pressure.
Ye Shutong looked at the broad white back, and her red eyes were instantly filled with moisture. A blind sense of dependence welled up in her desperate heart.
"Evil creature, don't hurt my junior sister!"
Ye Chen roared and advanced instead of retreating. He turned into a dazzling white light and actively charged towards the roaring sword spirit.
The collision between ice and fire exploded above the cold pool.
Ye Chen's swordsmanship was bold and open. Each strike carried the majestic power of the righteous path full of compassion.
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