Innate Divine Ability: Nether Shadow Evasion.
[Effect: Upon active activation, the body can transform into a semi-spirit phantom state within three breaths.]
[In the phantom state, the user ignores terrain obstacles, gains 50% immunity to physical damage, has their movement speed increased by three times, and completely blends their aura with the shadows, making it difficult for divine sense to detect.]
[Cost: Consumes a massive amount of magical power.]
Gu Yang's eyes lit up.
A divine skill for saving one's life!
Phasing through walls, damage reduction, speed boost, and invisibility.
Combined with his monstrous sixty-five thousand strands of magical power, this massive consumption was not an issue for him at all.
With this move, even if faced with the pursuit of an early Golden Core stage cultivator, he had the confidence to retreat calmly.
Time to go.
Gu Yang stood up and patted the non-existent dust off his robes.
The next instant.
Boom!
The air exploded.
Gu Yang vanished from where he stood.
Only a white shockwave burst open on the altar, emitting a deafening sonic boom.
The speed of sound!
Relying on the dual outburst of his physical body and magical power, his current speed had already broken the sound barrier!
...
About half a cup of tea's time after Gu Yang left.
Rumble—
The black light curtain at the entrance of the altar was forcibly blasted open.
A group of ragged, blood-soaked cultivators charged in with red eyes.
Charge!
The Empress's bedchamber!
The peerless opportunity is mine!
This group consisted of rogue cultivators following behind the Blood River Sect to pick up scraps, as well as a portion of the Righteous Path Alliance's late-arriving troops.
Having experienced a near-fatal slaughter on the periphery, they finally broke through the restrictions. Every single one of them looked like a wild wolf that had been starved for half a month.
However.
When they rushed onto the altar and saw the scene before them clearly.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Dead silence.
A despairing dead silence.
In the center of the massive altar, there was only an empty crystal ice coffin with its lid wide open.
Who exactly was it?!
Eating the meat and not even leaving us a sip of soup?!
Furious roars echoed through the empty underground palace.
Meanwhile.
Dozens of miles away.
A streak of gray flowing light had long since pierced the sky, like a meteor flying against the current, disappearing at the end of the horizon.
...
...
Night rain, wind leaked into the dilapidated Mountain God Temple.
The air was filled with the rank smell of rotting wood and damp soil.
Gu Yang sat cross-legged under the ruined shrine, a campfire burning in front of him.
Suddenly, he slightly raised his eyes.
Outside the door, the wind and rain raged, and a very fine, crisp sound of silver bells pierced through the curtain of rain.
Lan Caidie stepped barefoot over the high threshold.
Drenched all over, the silver flowing cloud dress that symbolized the noble purity of the Eastern Gu Sect's Holy Maiden was now covered in mud, clinging tightly to her body and tracing breathtaking curves.
The first thing she did upon entering was not to walk towards Gu Yang, but to head straight for the dancing campfire.
Without any hesitation.
Expressionless, she raised her hand and yanked off the complex and heavy Miao silver headdress from her head.
With a crisp clink, the Holy Maiden's shackle, which had once been worshipped by countless Gu Masters in the Southern Border, was thrown away like trash onto the dusty stone slabs.
Immediately after, her well-proportioned hands gripped the ties at the hem of her skirt. She gave a forceful tug.
Rip—
That skirt, which had once been manipulated by Li Qingzhe using the Silk-Pulling Puppet Art, was torn apart along with its inner lining, and thrown mercilessly into the fire.
Hiss—
The bright campfire was instantly dimmed by the wet clothes, sending up a thick plume of white smoke.
When the flames leaped up again, all that remained on Lan Caidie's body was a palm-sized deep purple animal skin bandeau and matching undergarments that barely concealed her modesty.
Large swathes of skin, cold and white as porcelain, were unreservedly exposed to the slightly chilly air.
Water droplets slid down the fragile lines of her neck, flowing through her deep cleavage.
The crimson snake tattoo winding up to the root of her left thigh seemed to come alive, swimming eerily in the flickering firelight, all the way into the deep shadows of her thigh.
Gu Yang remained sitting cross-legged, his posture not changing in the slightest.
His deep gaze passed through the dancing flames, landing lightly on her. What, you don't want to be the Holy Maiden anymore?
Lan Caidie turned around.
The firelight reflected in her bright fox-like eyes.
That Holy Maiden pulled by strings already died in the rain just now.
Stepping barefoot on the cold blue bricks, she walked step by step to Gu Yang, bringing with her a strange, sweet fragrance. The one standing before the young master now is a demoness who wants to eat people.
Before her words finished, she suddenly leaned down, grabbed Gu Yang's right hand resting on his knee, and forcefully pressed it against her left chest.
There, her heart was beating madly like a beating drum. It felt slightly cool to the touch, as smooth as top-grade mutton-fat jade, yet carrying a strange tremble.
Does the young master think I'm dirty?
Lan Caidie stared dead into Gu Yang's eyes, a sickly crimson flush appearing at the corners of her eyes. She exhaled softly, yet carried a deadly, dangerous aura.
That trash Li Qingzhe, he dreamed of touching me. But he didn't dare.
Because I was born with the Myriad Poison Heart-Devouring Physique!
Every drop of blood and every inch of skin in this body contains the most potent lethal poison of the Southern Border. An ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator, as long as they touch my body, will turn into a puddle of pus within three quarters of an hour.
She closed the distance with Gu Yang bit by bit, until their warm breaths intertwined.
So for these three years, he could only control me with strings like a coward. He didn't even dare to hold my hand.
Gu Yang's palm remained pressed against that soft, deadly forbidden zone. He did not withdraw his hand, nor did he fall down poisoned.
Sizzle—
A teeth-aching burning sound rang out. On Gu Yang's palm, a layer of almost transparent golden flame quietly emerged.
The Great Sun True Fire automatically protected his body.
Those colorful poisonous gases attempting to invade his meridians through his pores, the moment they touched the True Fire, met their natural enemy and were ruthlessly burned to nothingness.
Lan Caidie let out an unbearable gasp.
It wasn't pain, but a release after being suppressed to the absolute limit.
The strange numbness and itch brought about by the burning of the toxins rushed straight to her mind along her nerve endings, making her tense insteps instantly arch, her fair toes gripping the blue bricks on the ground tightly.
Her eyes grew hazy, like a poppy blooming in raging fire, carrying a decadent wickedness.
Look... only the young master.
Her moist lips parted slightly, her voice somewhat hoarse, like a small brush with a hook. In this world, only the young master's Great Sun True Fire can suppress my poison.
She guided Gu Yang's fingertips, which had rough thin calluses, slowly upward along her cold, white skin, tracing past her collarbone, and stopping at the joints where invisible silk threads had previously left red marks.
This body has been guarded for twenty years, like a jar of strong wine sealed with lethal poison.
Only the young master dares to drink it, and only the young master... is worthy of drinking it. A trace of fanatical desire for submission flashed in the depths of Lan Caidie's eyes. This is an exclusive feast. If the young master doesn't partake, wouldn't it be a reckless waste of heaven's gifts?
Trembling, she reached her hands around to her back and untied the strings of the only remaining animal skin bandeau, revealing a perfect, delicate body.
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