What a Fair Exchange, Free from Karmic Ties

Eight hundred miles outside the Joyous Union Sect, in the Withered Bone Forest.

In the pink miasma that lingered all year round, there was a nauseating smell of blood and the stench of rotten mud.

Su Wanyin leaned against the shaded side of a dead locust tree, her knuckles turning pale from excessive force.

Her signature red dress had long been torn by thorns and astral winds, revealing large areas of skin as cold as frost.

It was just that the snow-white, cold white skin was now covered with dense bloodstains, stained with dried mud.

After losing the "Pure Maiden Linglong Heart," her cultivation fell to the early Foundation Establishment stage, making it difficult for her to move an inch in this dangerous demonic sect territory.

The piercing cold wind poured in through the broken collar, and she shivered slightly from the cold.

In her arms, she tightly hugged a washed-out gray old robe, which was her only source of warmth in this cold world.

The faint scent of soap pods mixed with some overbearing and blazing residual warmth, went straight up her nasal cavity to her tense nerves.

Suddenly, the crisp sound of broken dead branches pierced the dead silence.

Su Wanyin suddenly looked up, her fingertips tightly buckling the only remaining Yin Thunder Seed, her eyes full of the ferocity of a trapped beast.

But the next instant, the ferocity in her eyes completely solidified.

The gray corner of the clothes silently cut through the thick miasma.

A pair of deep black eyes without any waves crashed into her sight from above.

Su Wanyin's breathing even stagnated.

The strong wind blew away the cold rain on the comer's bamboo hat. That well-defined, cold face perfectly coincided with the shadow she had traced in her dreams for countless days and nights.

"Clatter."

The Yin Thunder Seed at her fingertips rolled into the wet soil, smashing out a tiny shallow pit.

Su Wanyin opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to be stuffed with rough sandpaper, and she couldn't make a sound.

After extreme shock, it was the overwhelming sourness and unspeakable embarrassment.

The once high and mighty Saintess of the Joyous Union Sect, the proud daughter of heaven looked up to by countless demonic cultivators, was now like a wild dog abandoned in the muddy water.

She subconsciously hid the gray robe in her arms behind her, for fear that the master in front of her would break through the most shameful secret in her heart.

But that loose robe couldn't be hidden at all, but instead strangled a glaring red mark on her slender wrist.

Shame climbed wildly along her spine, making her fair earlobes instantly red and bleeding.

She wanted to stand up, to maintain her last trace of pride in front of this man who had taken everything from her.

But her soft legs didn't listen to her commands at all. She had just propped up half of her body when she weakly fell back into the cold muddy water.

The mud splashed on the tight instep, but the biting coldness couldn't suppress the sudden heat rising in her body.

That was the instinctual trembling when suddenly seeing the only life-saving straw in this desperate situation of ten deaths and no life.

She bit her lower lip tightly until she tasted a trace of rust-like blood.

Her eye sockets were so sore that they hurt, and a thin layer of water mist uncontrollably spread over those charming peach blossom eyes.

She had imagined countless pictures of reuniting with him. She would definitely regain power, stand in front of him with peerless elegance, and offer the resources of the entire sect.

Definitely not like now, in rags, with depleted spiritual power, more embarrassed than the lowest cauldron in the sect.

Would he despise himself? Would he feel that his current self didn't even have the value of letting him take a look?

Su Wanyin's eyelashes trembled violently, and her sight was firmly fixed on Gu Yang's clean black cloth shoes, not daring to look up into his eyes at all.

Gu Yang quietly looked at the woman on the ground, and there was not even the slightest wave in his eyes.

"Stand up."

Gu Yang's voice was very cold, without any emotional fluctuations.

Su Wanyin's thin shoulders trembled violently, and that unquestionable sense of oppression actually made her miraculously produce a trace of strength.

She supported the rough tree trunk and propped up her crumbling body little by little, her chest heaving violently.

"Do you really think that Lin Yaoyao and her group of jumping clowns can force you into this desperate situation?"

Gu Yang didn't go to support her, but just looked indifferently at her back, which was slightly arched due to exertion.

Su Wanyin raised her head, a trace of confusion flashing across her pale face.

"Lin Yaoyao's backer is Ye Chen of the Dao One Sect."

Gu Yang opened his thin lips slightly, and every word he spat out was like a sharp knife quenched with poison, accurately picking open the bloody truth.

"That 'Haoran Sword Immortal' who is famous in the Eastern Region never intended to let you decide the outcome in the spell-fighting."

"He wants to capture you alive. Use your extreme Yang charm body bloodline that has been baptized by the Great Sun True Fire as the former Saintess..."

Gu Yang took half a step forward, and the highly aggressive aura instantly wrapped Su Wanyin tightly.

"To fill the stomach of that half-step Golden Core great demon 'Two-Headed Yin-Yang Snake' in the depths of the Yin-Yang Tomb."

"In order to ripen his companion supreme treasure—the Yin-Yang Good Fortune Fruit."

Boom!

It was as if a thunderclap exploded in Su Wanyin's mind.

She tightly clasped the tree bark, completely unaware of her nails rolling up and bleeding.

So that was it. No wonder those elders who used to be very attentive to her closed their doors and refused to see her. No wonder the rogue cultivators who originally promised to be her foreign aid fled overnight.

The Daozi of the Dao One Sect personally came off the field to set up a situation. This was not a battle for the Saintess at all. This was a cruel hunt aimed at her personally!

Gu Yang didn't give her time to digest her fear.

He flipped his wrist slightly, and an ancient jade slip spun round and round at his fingertips.

"In the southeast corner of the inner hall of the Immortal Burial Forbidden Land, the 'Ancient Concentric Gu' that is extinct from the Shaman God of the Southern Border is sealed."

"This is the only medicine in the world that can cure your master Zhao Yuelian's 'Thousand Silk Entangling Soul Syndrome'."

Gu Yang looked down at her from above, his eyes revealing absolute rationality and calculation.

"Take me to see your master."

"This Gu can save her life. The condition is that you have to use the exclusive permission mark of the Saintess to take me into the core area of the Yin-Yang Tomb."

He stepped back half a step slightly, reopening the distance that had just been narrowed between the two.

"This is just an equivalent exchange."

"Take what you need. I won't touch your karma, and I don't want any return from you."

Indifferent, straightforward, leaving no room.

The cold wind howled, rolling up Gu Yang's gray corner of clothes.

Su Wanyin stared blankly at the man in front of her, but her heart was like a completely ignited furnace, frantically hitting her chest.

Equivalent exchange? Not touching karma?

Su Wanyin chewed these words over and over again in her heart, and suddenly felt her eye sockets hot.

Liar. He is a liar full of lies.

What kind of place is the Yin-Yang Tomb? That is the most dangerous secret realm of the Joyous Union Sect, a dead end set up by a righteous genius like Ye Chen!

Why should he, a rogue cultivator who has always kept to himself and didn't want to be stained with the slightest trouble, wade into this muddy water?

Could it really be for that illusory Yin-Yang Good Fortune Fruit?

If it was really to seize the treasure, he could just lurk in the dark and wait for an opportunity to move. Why go to such great lengths to run over and find her?