Before the overwhelming, chaotic sword pressure even reached her body, the already dried-up spiritual energy within her let out a desperate wail and completely stagnated.
Crack, crack, crack...
Extremely fine frost spread madly along her cold, jade-white skin.
Her battered and delicate body froze powerlessly in mid-air.
Even on her long, butterfly-like eyelashes, dazzling blood-red ice crystals condensed.
There was no escape.
Su Lingyan raised her breathtaking yet deathly pale face, watching the silver tsunami that was enough to shred her into a mist of blood.
In those light-glazed eyes, there was no fear.
Instead, a trace of extreme desolation, even a sense of relief hinting at liberation, welled up.
She wouldn't have to return to the Heavenly River Sword Sect anymore.
She wouldn't have to be that living sword scabbard, constantly waiting to have her heart cut open and her blood drained.
Being shredded to pieces like this, perhaps, this filthy life could finally end clean.
She closed her eyes extremely slowly and despairingly.
Waiting for the final judgment of ten thousand swords piercing her heart.
However.
In the incredibly fragile moment right before the silver tsunami swallowed her.
From the tranquil five-colored lotus platform above, an extremely cold scoff, devoid of any fluctuation, rang out.
Gu Yang's abyss-like black eyes looked at the sweeping sword qi tsunami.
In the depths of his eyes, there was not a shred of reverence for the might of heaven and earth.
It was blocking the main path.
Then, burn it clean.
Gu Yang casually raised his large, distinctively jointed hand and clenched his five fingers fiercely in the void.
Boom—!!!
An incomparably domineering and terrifying high temperature, which absolutely did not belong to this plane, explosively erupted in the chaotic void with Gu Yang as the center!
The Great Sun Heaven Burning Sutra.
True Fire of the Great Sun!
There was no blinding radiance, only a streak of dark golden flowing flame that was profound to the extreme. Like a dormant ancient ferocious beast, it tore through the light barrier of the five-colored lotus platform without any warning.
Sizzle—!
The silver sword qi tsunami, tens of meters wide and capable of instantly crushing a Core Formation cultivator, actually let out a shrill scream like a living creature the moment it touched the dark golden flowing flame!
The liquefied counter-current sword qi couldn't even hold on for half a breath.
It was directly, tyrannically vaporized and evaporated by that extreme heat carrying true soul damage!
The sky full of silvery-white mist had just risen before it was burned into absolute nothingness.
The scythe of the grim reaper hanging over Su Lingyan's head was forcefully and brutally melted in half by this pillar of dark golden fire!
The scalding air, mixed with a domineering sulfur-like aura, instantly dispelled the fatal extreme cold surrounding Su Lingyan.
She suddenly opened her eyes.
Her light-glazed eyes reflected the dark golden sparks drifting down from the sky.
And, at the end of the firelight, that tall and straight back figure in grey clothes, descending like a god stepping on the karmic fire of Asura.
He did not turn around.
He just casually retracted his hand, as if what he had just casually crushed to death was nothing more than a flying insect blocking the way.
Su Lingyan's breathing fell into utter disarray.
Her heart, which had long been as cold as stagnant water, began to beat violently in her chest.
The wound at the base of her thigh was still bleeding, but she seemed to feel no pain anymore.
She stared fixedly at that back figure, her eye sockets uncontrollably flushing with a scalding scarlet.
He saved me again.
In this desperate situation where everyone wished they could trample her into the mud, and even those aloof prodigies of the righteous path treated her like worthless grass.
This man, as cold as a demon god, had actually clashed head-on with this heaven-defying sword qi tsunami for her!
M-many thanks, fellow Daoist...
Su Lingyan's voice was extremely hoarse, carrying a trace of choking and trembling that even she hadn't noticed.
She gripped the hilt of her sword with extreme difficulty, trying to straighten her back.
She wanted to regain a shred of her dignity as the Heavenly River Saintess in front of this man.
But the only response she got was the deafening roar of the inverted waterfall.
And, an extremely sticky, utterly brazen, and charming light chuckle.
Giggle...
In the lotus platform, Lan Caidie, like a beautiful snake completely stripped of its bones, was tightly wrapped around Gu Yang's body.
The residual warmth of the True Fire of the Great Sun, following Gu Yang's rough linen clothes, continuously ironed against her breathtakingly plump and delicate body.
The extreme pleasure generated by the collision of that extreme Yang power with the cold Gu poison in her body made her whole body tremble uncontrollably.
Her torn purple short skirt had long rolled up to the base of her thighs, exposing large patches of cold, white, smooth skin to the air, which now flushed with an alluring pink due to her rising body temperature.
She obsessively pressed her cheek into the crook of Gu Yang's lightly calloused neck, greedily inhaling the domineering and fiery masculine scent on his body.
Then, she slightly tilted her head.
Those demonic eyes, like a venomous snake, accompanied by her dark lip rouge, looked down condescendingly at the self-indulgent Su Lingyan below.
I say, Great Saintess Su, is your brain filled with nothing but the foot-washing water of your Heavenly River Sword Sect?
Lan Caidie's voice was cloyingly sweet, yet it revealed an undisguised, vicious mockery.
She deliberately and brazenly rubbed against Gu Yang's hard chest, her red lips parting slightly:
Master merely found that pile of scrap metal blocking our way up, so he casually swept away the trash.
Did you really think Master did it to save a ruined flower and withered willow like you?
Lan Caidie's gaze swept insolently over Su Lingyan's tattered immortal flowing dress, which revealed glimpses of her skin, and a sick malice curled the corners of her mouth.
Look at your cheap, tail-wagging, begging appearance right now. Even a Southern Border demon cultivator like me finds it disgusting.
Don't think your little fox-like figure can catch Master's eye. In front of Master, you aren't even worthy of being a bed-warming human cauldron.
Every word was a fatal strike to the heart.
Like poisoned daggers, they pierced with extreme precision into Su Lingyan's remaining, pathetic self-esteem.
Su Lingyan's face instantly turned as pale as paper.
On that stunningly beautiful, cold white face, humiliation, embarrassment, and despair intertwined, and she bit her lips until they dripped with blood.
But what suffocated her the most.
Was Gu Yang.
That man in grey clothes, from beginning to end, hadn't spared her even half an extra glance.
No explanation, no stopping Lan Caidie's humiliation.
Even his divine sense hadn't lingered in this direction for even a moment.
Complete disregard.
Absolute coldness.
Just as Lan Caidie had said, he unleashed that world-destroying strike truly only because the tsunami was blocking his path.
And she, Su Lingyan, was merely a bug that happened to be standing next to the pile of trash.
Gu Yang's deep black eyes stared straight at the massive void rift above.
The chaotic astral winds blew against the coarse hem of his clothes.
His footsteps did not pause in the slightest.
Stepping on the inverted void rubble, carrying the warm jade in his arms that exuded a sweet, cloying fragrance, he continued to climb upwards with extreme steadiness and coldness.
...
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...
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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.”
