Perhaps... perhaps it is because it is carrying supplies... Su Wanyin's voice no longer held its previous firmness. She was trying to find excuses, trying to convince herself.
One last thing.
Gu Yang tilted his head slightly, his nose twitching: Do you smell it?
What?
In the metallic scent of the rain, there is a very faint sweet and sickening aroma mixed in. That is Passion-Locking Powder.
Boom!
These words exploded like thunder in Su Wanyin's mind.
She did not need Gu Yang to explain what Passion-Locking Powder was.
It was a despicable poison only used when hunting the unique charm physiques of the Joyous Union Sect's female cultivators, or even when capturing them as human cauldrons!
Her nose twitched slightly as she desperately sniffed the air.
Finally, hidden beneath the pouring rain and the permanent scent of pills on Mo Yuan's body, she caught that faint, almost imperceptible sweetness.
Why would Grandpa Mo have this kind of thing in his sleeve?
Why would he need to prepare a poison specifically meant to counter charm physiques just to receive his own junior?
In just a single breath, countless images flashed through Su Wanyin's mind.
Was Mo Yuan's seemingly concerned forward-leaning motion just now really to catch her? Or was it... to more accurately throw the poisonous smoke onto her body?
Gu Yang's flawless calculations along the way, his precise grasp of human nature, and his cold yet unquestionable command to hold on just now.
On one side was the mysterious rogue cultivator who, despite his coldness, had saved her from dire peril time and time again over the past dozen days.
On the other side was a sect elder who had accompanied her for twenty years, yet was now full of suspicious points.
The cruel truth slashed through the veil of warmth like a blade.
Su Wanyin closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the trace of a weak little woman in her eyes instantly faded, replaced by the decisiveness and ruthlessness that a Demonic Sect Holy Maiden should possess.
She believed it.
Not because she wanted to believe it, but because, as a member of the demonic path, her intuition told her that what the cold man said was true.
Elder Mo!
Su Wanyin did not take another step forward. Instead, borrowing the force of Gu Yang's palm, she quietly took half a step back, pressing her body tightly against Gu Yang's broad chest.
She raised her face, smiling sweetly at the old man on the flying boat through the hundred-foot curtain of rain, but her voice carried an alienation that pushed people thousands of miles away:
Wanyin's severe injuries have yet to heal, making it inconvenient to board the boat. I ask Elder Mo to remove the protective formation on the flying boat. Wanyin will heal right here and wait for the Sect Master to arrive in person before returning to the sect.
As soon as these words came out, the air on the flying boat seemed to freeze.
The tears streaming down Mo Yuan's old face froze in his wrinkles, and his hand, which had been waving, stopped extremely awkwardly in mid-air.
This momentary pause completely shattered the last trace of wishful thinking in Su Wanyin's heart.
If he truly cared, his first reaction upon hearing that she was heavily injured should have been to immediately fly down to check on her, rather than freezing in place with a gloomy expression.
Wanyin, what is the meaning of this?
Mo Yuan's voice carried an unbelievable grief, as if he had suffered a tremendous wrong:
Do you not even trust your Grandpa anymore? In this desolate wilderness where demonic beasts run rampant, who is that wild cultivator of unknown origin beside you? Come here quickly! Only here with Grandpa is it safe!
As he spoke, the white bone flying boat beneath his feet jolted violently, actually ignoring Su Wanyin's warning and forcefully closing the distance toward the two of them by ten feet.
Only here with me... is it safe.
Mo Yuan's tone changed.
That kindly warmth instantly dissipated, replaced by a spine-chilling urgency and greed.
His murky old eyes no longer held the doting affection for a granddaughter, but instead looked like a starving diner staring at a flesh-and-blood feast named Immortality that was about to be served.
Fellow Daoist Li.
Su Wanyin felt the malice rushing at her face.
She did not turn her head. Instead, she reached back and grasped the back of Gu Yang's hand that was holding her shoulder. Her fingertips were ice-cold, but she gripped him tightly, as if he were her only lifeline.
This is the cultivation world.
She laughed at herself, her smile so mournfully beautiful that it broke the heart:
What is more terrifying than ghosts and gods is indeed the human heart.
Gu Yang did not speak.
The human heart?
Gu Yang pressed down his bamboo hat. His other hand slowly raised, and in the center of his palm, a ball of golden flame was waiting to bloom.
Dead men have no hearts.
Boom!
The moment Gu Yang's words fell.
On the flying boat, Mo Yuan finally tore off his last fig leaf.
Wretched girl! Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!!
Mo Yuan's originally kind and benevolent face instantly twisted into the appearance of a malicious ghost, his facial features squeezed together by extreme greed.
Since you refuse to submit obediently, then do not blame Grandpa for being ruthless! Having your heart dug out to extend Grandpa's life by twenty years is your good fortune!!
Activate the formation!!
Mo Yuan stomped his foot violently.
In an instant, the formation flags that had long been ambushed in the surrounding clouds fluttered loudly.
The originally holy white bone flying boat suddenly erupted with monstrous black energy. The howling of countless vengeful spirits and malicious ghosts echoed through the night sky. A pitch-black curtain of light, like an overturned giant bowl, instantly sealed an area of a hundred feet in radius.
This was not just a trapping formation, but a killing formation!
The temperature in the air plummeted. Countless black frosts condensed in the air, transforming into thousands of pitch-black ice blades hanging above Gu Yang and Su Wanyin's heads. They only waited for Mo Yuan's command to slice the two of them to pieces.
At the same time, Mo Yuan waved his large sleeve.
Swish, swish, swish!
Three long-hidden poison smoke spheres of Passion-Locking Powder shot towards Su Wanyin in a triangular formation.
He knew Su Wanyin was heavily injured; as long as he sealed her spiritual energy, she would be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!
Wanyin! For Grandpa's Great Dao, just sacrifice yourself!!
Mo Yuan looked as if he had gone mad, but he did not underestimate his enemy. Facing Gu Yang, a rogue cultivator whose depths he could not see through, he used his full strength like a lion hunting a rabbit.
He formed hand seals with both hands and spat out true words. His majestic magic power of the late Foundation Establishment realm was poured unreservedly into the white bone flying boat.
Netherworld Ghost Hand, go!
The giant beast bone at the bow of the flying boat seemingly came alive. Entwined in black energy, it transformed into a miserably white bone claw the size of a millstone. Carrying a nauseating bloody wind and a coercion capable of crushing gold and stone, it viciously clawed toward the crown of Gu Yang's head.
With this strike, even a fellow late Foundation Establishment cultivator would have their bones broken and sinews snapped if they tried to take it head-on!
Facing this overwhelming killing trap, Su Wanyin's face turned deathly pale.
Above was the grand formation of ice blades, and in front were highly toxic poison and the ghost claw. The injuries in her body had not healed, and it was completely too late to mobilize her spiritual energy.
She could only watch helplessly as that terrifying ghost claw magnified in her pupils.
However.
The man standing in front of her still had a terribly calm expression.
Facing this certain-kill strike, not only did Gu Yang fail to summon any formidable magical artifacts, but he also made a move that everyone found entirely unexpected.
He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upwards. The spiritual energy fluctuation was pitifully weak.
Fireball Spell.
Gu Yang softly spat out these words from his mouth.
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!"
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.
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.”
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."
