The Creation Fruit is Mine

Before the words even faded.

Beside Lin Yaoyao, a one-eyed body cultivator at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage lunged forward with a savage grin.

The poisoned serrated dagger in his hand tore through the chilling wind, aiming straight for Gu Yang's knees!

Su Wanyin didn't move.

She even bit her lower lip in excitement, a sweet taste of blood spreading in her mouth.

Under her red dress, her tense insteps arched slightly, toes digging hard into her soles, anticipating a massacre.

No starting stance, no fluctuation of spiritual energy.

The instant the blade neared his trouser leg.

Gu Yang vanished.

"Bang!"

A fiercely muffled sonic boom echoed.

The sprinting body of the one-eyed body cultivator suddenly froze.

Gu Yang's gray cloth shoes had somehow already stepped onto his sunken chest.

His physical body, tempered by the third layer of the Crimson Blood Immortal Altar, erupted with crushing, monstrous strength.

"Crack—splat!"

The sounds of shattering bones and rupturing organs rang out simultaneously.

A blinding mist of blood exploded from the body cultivator's back, as half of his pale white spine shot out along with shredded flesh.

Without even the time to let out a scream, the man crashed heavily onto the frozen ground at Lin Yaoyao's feet like a puddle of mud.

Instant kill.

An extremely pure aesthetic of violence.

Dead silence.

The silver bells on Lin Yaoyao's ankles instantly fell silent, and the playful mockery on her face froze completely.

The surrounding demonic cultivators took a terrified half-step back, as if looking at a primordial beast wearing human skin.

An early Foundation Establishment rogue cultivator, relying purely on his physical body, instantly killed a peak mid-stage body cultivator in one move?!

Gu Yang slowly retracted his leg, not a single drop of blood staining the soles of his shoes.

Looking past the stiffened demonic cultivators on the ground, his gaze crashed straight into Ye Chen in the distance.

Their eyes met.

For the first time, an extremely sharp flash of dread crossed Ye Chen's forever gentle and compassionate face.

Gu Yang ignored Ye Chen's probing gaze.

He simply tilted his head slightly. With his rough, calloused fingertips, he incredibly naturally tucked a strand of red hair, blown messy by the wind, behind Su Wanyin's burning ear.

His fingertips brushed across her cold, pale, and tender skin, stirring up a subtle shiver.

Su Wanyin's eyes rippled with emotion, a sickly sweet flush creeping up the corners of her eyes.

"Next."

Gu Yang's deep voice was even more piercing than the freezing wind of this Yin-Yang Tomb.

...

The surrounding demonic cultivators retreated frantically, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Go... go quickly!"

Lin Yaoyao shrieked, crawling and stumbling into the dense, chilling wind, terrified that those emotionless black eyes would look her way.

Ye Chen took a deep look at Gu Yang, a trace of wariness flashing in the depths of his eyes, before he too turned and vanished into the fog.

Remains littered the ground.

Gu Yang did not give chase.

He slowly drew back his leg, his gaze not lingering for even half a second on the shattered corpse on the ground.

Nor did he go to pick up the bulging storage bag at the body cultivator's waist.

"Let's go."

Gu Yang spat out a cold, hard word and strode directly toward the deepest part of the secret realm.

Su Wanyin froze in place.

Inside that storage bag, there were at least dozens of Yin Fiend Beads, the key to seizing the position of the Holy Maiden.

Why didn't the Young Master want them?

She looked up at the man's gray back, standing tall and straight like a lone pine, and her pupils shrank slightly.

Of course.

How could a man of the Young Master's heaven-shaking caliber care about such petty gains?

From beginning to end, he had only one purpose in coming here.

That was to trample this certain-death trap for her and pluck that supreme fortune that even the Dao Child of the Dao One Sect drooled over!

An indescribable numbing thrill shot crazily from her tailbone straight into the back of her head.

Her fair, jade-like bare feet stepped on the bone-chilling frozen earth, yet she felt no cold whatsoever.

The "Extreme Yang Succubus Physique" within her body, which had been reshaped by the Great Sun True Fire, was growing faintly hot out of extreme excitement.

Lifting her tattered red dress, she carefully followed behind Gu Yang.

Every step she took landed perfectly in the footprints Gu Yang left behind.

...

Three days slipped away amidst endless chilling winds and slaughter.

The core of the Yin-Yang Tomb, the Taiji Altar.

The air was thick with a nauseatingly strong stench of blood, as well as a strange, sweet fragrance that drilled straight into one's pores.

On a massive altar built from top-grade black and white spiritual jade, a terrifying demonic beast tens of meters long lay coiled.

The Two-Headed Yin-Yang Snake.

The pressure of a half-step Golden Core realm beast weighed down like a tangible mountain, so heavy that the surrounding air seemed to solidify.

In the center of the snake's intertwined body, on a vine woven with black and white energy currents, hung a fruit the size of a fist.

A chaotic luster flowed across the fruit's surface. It was only one final trace of blood-qi nourishment away from full maturity.

In the shadows around the altar lurked over a dozen surviving rogue cultivators, along with the Joyous Union Sect disciples led by Lin Yaoyao.

Everyone's eyes were bloodshot. They stared fixedly at the Fortune Fruit, their Adam's apples bobbing wildly, yet no one dared to take the first step.

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. In this "man-eating" demonic sect secret realm, whoever acted first would become the scapegoat.

Dressed in a green robe, Ye Chen stood quietly in the shadows behind Lin Yaoyao.

His disguised, mediocre face held no expression, but the depths of his eyes were as cold as stagnant water.

Only an idiot would force themselves into the spotlight at a time like this. These demonic cultivators were suspicious and selfish by nature; they would never entrust their backs to anyone.

Dealing with greedy wild dogs didn't require preaching about righteousness.

It only required a piece of bloody, fat meat.

Beneath his wide sleeves, Ye Chen's long, fair index and middle fingers lightly rubbed together.

"Crack."

A microscopic dark red crystal was crushed into powder.

It was the secret drug used for interrogation by the Dao One Sect's Punishment Hall—the "Blood-Burning Incense." Colorless and odorless, it dissolved instantly in the wind.

Ye Chen flicked his fingertips slightly.

An extremely concealed burst of hidden energy carried the powder, striking precisely into the eye of a chilling wind gust at the edge of the altar.

"Whoosh—"

The wind's direction suddenly changed.

The powder of the Blood-Burning Incense instantly enveloped the altar.

Just three breaths later.

The Two-Headed Yin-Yang Snake coiled on the altar suddenly opened its massive vertical pupils!

Its originally cold, dark yellow eyes were instantly covered in a frenzied, bloodshot web.

"Hiss—Roar!!!"

The demonic snake let out an extremely shrill shriek, its massive body actually beginning to writhe and convulse madly.

Its two gigantic heads actually bit into each other's weak spots at the seven-inch mark!

Blood sprayed wildly, and the demonic snake's aura began to decline sharply at a visible rate.

"What's going on?!"

"Did this beast... suffer qi deviation?!"

In the darkness, the breathing of the lurking demonic cultivators instantly grew heavy.

Immediately after.

Ye Chen flicked his finger once more.

A strand of sword qi, as thin as gossamer, slid across the ground and precisely severed a dead branch beneath the vine of the Fortune Fruit.

"Buzz—"

The strange fragrance of the Fortune Fruit instantly grew ten times richer! The chaotic light on the fruit's surface began to flash violently, as if it would ripen and fall at any moment.

The exotic treasure was about to mature, and the demonic snake had suffered a backlash!

This completely ignited the fuse called "greed" in the minds of all the demonic cultivators.

"Swoosh!"

A gaunt rogue cultivator could no longer hold back. Turning into a blur, he dashed straight for the altar.

This acted like a signal.

"Kill! Slaughter that beast!"

"The Fortune Fruit is mine!"