What could he possibly hope to gain by going to a place like the Yin-Yang Tomb? Was he after the inescapable net laid down by Ye Chen of the Daoyi Sect?
He refined the White Jade Mother Gu himself, yet without any hesitation, he bestowed the Crimson Child Gu, which could drastically accelerate cultivation speed, upon her!
He completely disdained asking her to swear some ridiculous Heart Demon Oath, because the hierarchical suppression of this Ancient Heart-Linking Gu was far more absolute and domineering than any verbal vow!
He used the coldest of transactions as a facade, but in reality, he had calculated everything down to the bone!
Zhao Yuelian's gaze slowly shifted to Su Wanyin, who was kneeling to the side, her face equally filled with shock.
She saw the gray robe her disciple was clutching tightly in her arms.
Boom!
It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck Zhao Yuelian's mind. An incredibly unbelievable, yet singularly reasonable thought instantly occupied all her reasoning.
He was protecting Wanyin!
He knew Wanyin was isolated and helpless in the Joyous Union Sect, and he knew Ye Chen had set up a deadly trap.
Therefore, he braved the danger alone, venturing into a perilous land of certain death to retrieve the Ancient Heart-Linking Gu.
He was using his own life to pave the way for their master-disciple duo at the Yin-Yang Tomb. At the same time, he used the most unquestionable method to place an unbreakable condition of loyalty upon her, a great cultivator of the Core Formation realm!
Because only when she recovered her late-stage Core Formation cultivation could she suppress Sima Kui and hold up a flawless protective umbrella for Wanyin in the outside world!
And he deliberately put on this cold, heartless facade of only talking about transactions.
It was because he knew just how deep the karma of the Joyous Union Sect ran!
He did not want Wanyin to bear even the slightest bit of romantic debt or guilt!
What asking for nothing in return?
What equivalent exchange?
This man was simply using the coldest exterior to make the most insane, most deeply affectionate gamble!
Zhao Yuelian felt as if her heart was ruthlessly gripped by a large hand.
Having cultivated for a hundred years, she was accustomed to the greed and baseness of men.
Sima Kui wanted to use her as a cauldron to harvest her essence, her fellow sect elders wanted to devour her, and those so-called righteous elites wanted nothing more than to skin her alive.
Yet the young man before her, who was merely in the Foundation Establishment realm.
He had used the most brutal and undeniable method to forcefully drag her up from hell. He had placed an absolutely irresistible suppression upon her, and then coldly turned his back, not even bothering to show the slightest posture of bestowing a favor.
This extreme coldness, in the eyes of this female cultivator who had long held a high position yet struggled bitterly in despair for ten years, instantly transformed into extreme dominance and unfathomable depth.
Who exactly was he? What kind of heaven-shaking, earth-shattering mighty figure was his true identity beneath that mask?
Young Master's great grace...
Disregarding the weakness of her recent recovery, Zhao Yuelian rolled out of bed.
Her pale, bare feet stepped onto the cold water stains.
She no longer mentioned any vows about being a cauldron, nor did she offer any superfluous words of thanks.
Instead, with an extremely humble and devout posture, she crossed her hands, pressed them against the freezing floor, and bowed deeply toward Gu Yang's gray back.
It was a willing submission after being completely crushed and won over by a superior being.
As for Su Wanyin on the side.
She bit her lip fiercely, tightly clutching that old gray robe.
Her knuckles turned a sickly, ghastly white from exerting too much force.
She lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes trembling violently, casting a murky, unclear shadow over her cold, pale eyelids.
Equivalent exchange? Avoiding karma?
These words were like a barbed, blunt knife, repeatedly sawing at the burning tip of her heart.
Su Wanyin sneered wildly in her heart.
She laughed at the hypocrisy of the righteous path in this world, and she laughed even more at the incredibly clumsy lies of the man before her!
In this cultivation world where one would kill their own wife to prove their Dao for half a spirit stone, he had risked his life alone, going to a deadly place of no return to fetch the Ancient Heart-Linking Gu. He refined the Mother Gu himself, yet gave the Child Gu, which could purify spiritual energy, to her Master!
He not only cured her Master but also used the Mother Gu to firmly grasp her Master's bottom line!
The Young Master spoke of a cold transaction, but in reality, he used the most ruthless, foolproof method to turn her Core Formation realm Master into a sharp blade that could only ever protect her!
The Young Master did not even bat an eye when a top-tier female cultivator like her Master let her fox-fur coat slip, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin. What else in this world could make him disregard his own life and meticulously scheme to set all this up?
There was nothing else.
The only explanation was herself.
Su Wanyin felt her breathing become hotter than ever before.
That current of heat surged wildly through her limbs and bones, burning away the chill in her body and making her eyes ache with unshed tears.
He had forced the hope of survival and an absolutely safe backer onto her in the most undeniable, lofty manner.
Yet, he took the most dangerous, deadly trap upon himself with a casual mention of equivalent exchange.
Liar...
Su Wanyin screamed silently in her heart. A scalding tear fell onto the rough fabric of the gray robe, instantly blooming into a wet patch.
You absolute liar...
He did not want her to feel like she owed him a massive debt of gratitude, nor did he want her broken body to bear the heavy burden of guilt.
He was even so stingy that he refused to accept so much as a look of gratitude!
Su Wanyin slowly raised her head. In those once dead-silent peach blossom eyes, a spine-chilling fanaticism and obsession were now surging.
She was like a man-eating flower, blooming completely in the mud of the abyss, even carrying a deadly poison.
Since the Young Master liked playing this cold transaction game, then Wanyin would play along with him to the very end.
But from this day forward, this life, this Extreme Yang Charm Body... would solely be the Young Master's private possession!
Young Master.
Her voice was gentle, yet it carried a chill like a blade drinking blood.
Wanyin will take you to the Yin-Yang Tomb right now.
Anyone who blocks the Young Master's path, Wanyin will slaughter them all for you.
Gu Yang listened to the obviously abnormal breathing and tone of the two women behind him.
His brow furrowed imperceptibly.
Just what kind of bizarre scenarios were these two demonic female cultivators making up in their heads?
Forget it.
It does not matter.
As long as it does not affect me intercepting Ye Chen's Yin-Yang Fortune Fruit and taking the Destiny Points, it is fine.
...
Joyous Union Sect's Main Peak, Flying Flower Terrace.
On the plaza paved with white marble, pink peach petals drifted down all year round.
As a gentle breeze swept past, the petals looked like a tender shower of pink snow.
Ding-ling... Ding-ling...
A crisp sound of silver bells broke the undercurrents swirling on the Flying Flower Terrace.
Lin Yaoyao, wearing an extremely sheer, light green gauze short skirt and walking on bare, tender white feet, stepped gracefully over the petals.
A cloyingly sweet smile hung on that innocent and naive face, yet the depths of her eyes were steeped in venom.
Elders, this is the external aid Yaoyao has found.
Lin Yaoyao turned sideways with a coquettish pout, revealing a male cultivator standing behind her.
That male cultivator wore a green shirt and had an ordinary face, but his aura rested steadily at the great perfection of the Foundation Establishment realm.
He stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly respectful as he stayed half a step behind Lin Yaoyao, but deep within those gentle eyes lay a coldness that looked down upon all living things as mere ants.
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.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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."
