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.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
