High upon the platform, Sima Kui, the Hall Master of the Hall of Ultimate Bliss, scratched the fat on his chin, his rough, dark-red hands playing with a female cultivator's skull at his waist.
"Not bad. To have such cultivation at less than sixty years of bone age is rare among rogue cultivators."
Elder Huarong gently scraped the mahogany chair with her sharp nail guards, making a teeth-setting "creak."
"That girl Yaoyao is getting more and more skilled. I wonder what tricks she used to bewitch this fellow Daoist into throwing his life away and daring to enter the Yin-Yang Tomb?"
Lin Yaoyao covered her mouth and giggled, the soft curves visible through her sheer veil trembling with the movement.
"Elder jests. It's just a mutually agreeable transaction."
Her gaze swept over the crowd and accurately locked onto a red figure standing in the corner.
"Senior Sister Wanyin."
Lin Yaoyao's voice suddenly rose, carrying an eager sense of showing off and malice.
"The time is almost up. Senior Sister still refuses to reveal her helper. Could it be... that helper despised Senior Sister for losing her Exquisite Heart and fled overnight?"
The surrounding Hehuan Sect disciples immediately erupted into a burst of undisguised, roaring laughter.
Countless gazes filled with greed, disdain, and schadenfreude pierced toward that corner in unison.
Su Wanyin stood quietly in the shadows.
Dressed in a trailing true-red gown, she looked like a blazing fire.
Even though her cultivation had fallen to the early Foundation Establishment stage, and she had lost her proud Maiden's Exquisite Heart.
Yet at this moment, she possessed a beauty that brought a strong sense of suffocation.
It was an extremely domineering charm that seeped from her very marrow, having been thoroughly baptized by a supreme-tier Yang flame.
Her cold, fair skin shone with an incredibly fine luster, like a freshly peeled top-grade lychee.
Just standing there quietly, without a single strand of hair moving, the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to abruptly rise a few degrees.
Sima Kui's eyes instantly turned red, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.
He stared fixedly at the fragile neck exposed from Su Wanyin's red collar, looking as if he wished he could rush up and bite through her throat right then and there.
Su Wanyin ignored those wolfish gazes.
She turned slightly.
"Come out."
Low, even carrying a faint trace of indiscernible hoarseness.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, a man wearing a blue cloth robe and carrying a seemingly ordinary iron sword on his back slowly walked out from the shadows behind her.
No spiritual light protecting his body.
No magical treasures at his side.
Even his waist merely had an ordinary gourd casually tied with a straw rope.
Spiritual energy fluctuation... early Foundation Establishment stage.
It was exactly Gu Yang disguised as Mo Bufan.
Gu Yang coldly cupped his hands, "I am Mo Bufan!"
Dead silence.
A bizarre, dead silence lasting three breaths fell over the Flying Flower Terrace.
Then, it erupted into mocking laughter ten times more violent than before.
"Hahaha! This is the helper the former Holy Maiden found?"
"Could it be that Senior Sister is so desperate now that she even has to use such a lowly rogue cultivator for plucking?"
Lin Yaoyao laughed so hard she trembled, tears almost falling from her eyes.
"Senior Sister Wanyin, if you really can't find anyone, kneel down and beg me. I might be able to have my helper leave you with an intact corpse in the secret realm."
Facing the overwhelming humiliation.
Su Wanyin didn't even bat an eyelid.
Her entire attention was focused on the man beside her who had taken the alias "Mo Bufan."
Only Su Wanyin knew what kind of terrifying behemoth, capable of tearing the entire firmament apart, was hidden beneath this mediocre skin.
She lowered her eyelids slightly.
Her dense eyelashes trembled violently, casting a dark shadow under her eyes.
An indescribable heat rushed madly up her spine.
She subconsciously leaned half an inch toward the man.
Just half an inch.
Their sleeves rubbed together, making an extremely faint rustling sound.
Through the rough linen, she could clearly feel the terrifying heat radiating from the man, restrained to the utmost limit yet so domineering it made her legs weak.
That was the residual warmth of the Great Sun True Fire, capable of reducing all things to ashes.
Su Wanyin's breathing instantly skipped a beat.
A fine layer of sweat beaded on the tip of her nose, and her originally cold-white earlobes now flushed with a breathtaking crimson.
In everyone's eyes, the formerly high and mighty Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect was now trembling all over due to despair and humiliation.
But if anyone could get close enough, they would notice.
Her tense insteps arched slightly beneath her red skirt, tightly gripping the soles of her shoes.
Just thinking about this man with absolute power, now standing beside her in this lowly disguise.
Just thinking that this man-eating monster was willing to put on this shackle named "Mo Bufan" just for her.
Su Wanyin felt that the newly reshaped "Extreme Yang Charm Body" inside her was about to completely melt.
...
"The rules are simple. Inside the Yin-Yang Tomb, life and death are up to fate."
Sima Kui's rough voice sounded like sandpaper rubbing together as he casually crushed a voice-transmitting jade slip.
"Seven days later, the one who walks out alive with the most Yin Fiend Beads will be the new Holy Maiden of my Hehuan Sect!"
Elder Huarong's withered fingers suddenly pierced the void and tore outward fiercely.
"Rip—"
Accompanied by the teeth-setting sound of tearing silk, a pitch-black rift about a Zhang wide formed in the sky above the Flying Flower Terrace.
A thick, foul Yin wind, mixed with the smell of rotting flesh and stale blood, instantly poured out.
There was no unnecessary nonsense.
The several powerful elders on the high platform simultaneously waved their large sleeves, their violent spiritual energy forming invisible giant hands.
Like dumping a pile of foul-smelling dead meat, they roughly swept the dozen or so candidate Holy Maidens and their helpers toward that pitch-black rift.
The moment the feeling of weightlessness hit, the surroundings plunged into absolute darkness.
Violent spatial turbulence scraped across their skin like blades.
In the midst of the chaos, Su Wanyin desperately reached back and tightly grabbed the cuff of Gu Yang's rough linen clothing.
She even took the opportunity to press her scalding back tightly against the man's broad, hard chest.
The faint smell of soap on the man, mixed with the domineering and blazing pure Yang aura, instantly enveloped her.
Su Wanyin closed her eyes, her rapid, warm breath hitting the dark void.
Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably during the violent fall.
"Bang! Bang bang!"
A series of dull thuds of heavy objects hitting the ground rang out.
Under the ashen sky was an endless expanse of dark red permafrost.
The ground was covered with remains and dry bones accumulated over who knows how many years, making a chilling crunch when stepped upon.
Gu Yang landed steadily on his feet.
Su Wanyin used the strength of his arm to steady herself, quickly adjusting her messy red skirt.
The blurred look in her eyes instantly turned into cold killing intent.
Because as soon as they landed, Lin Yaoyao, leading seven or eight demonic cultivators, surrounded them like hyenas smelling blood.
Ye Chen, disguised as a blue-shirted rogue cultivator, stood several Zhang away; deep within his compassionate eyes, his divine sense locked onto Su Wanyin like a poisonous snake.
"Senior Sister Wanyin, the rule of this Yin-Yang Tomb is that life and death are up to fate."
Lin Yaoyao stood barefoot upon the skull, the silver bells around her ankle jingling. She giggled sweetly and pointed at Gu Yang.
"Get on your knees, you watchdog, and I might just leave your corpse intact."
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
