Counterattack Against a Formidable Foe

He knew that once she took the position of the Holy Maiden, she would inevitably become a target for all.

He was afraid she wouldn't be able to withstand the Dao Yi Sect's frantic post-event reckoning.

Therefore, he would rather provoke the number one orthodox sect in the Eastern Region, and rather take this monumental blame himself, just to protect her flawlessly!

Equivalent exchange? Avoiding karma?

The Extreme Yang Succubus Physique within her body, which had been reshaped by the Great Sun True Fire, was burning madly due to this extreme self-imagination.

How could there be such a ruthless, yet deeply affectionate madman in this world?!

He used the coldest tone to do the most reckless things!

For her, he would give up his life and even pierce the heavens!

Gu Yang looked at this female demonic cultivator, whose legs were weak and who seemed barely able to catch her breath, and his brow furrowed imperceptibly.

A side effect of the Extreme Yang Succubus Physique?

Or was she just frightened by the battle just now?

He couldn't be bothered to think too much about it.

"Take them."

Gu Yang casually tossed the dozen or so storage bags filled with Yin Malice Beads onto the frozen ground at Su Wanyin's feet.

His tone was extremely flat, as if he were throwing away a pile of useless scrap metal.

"These Yin Malice Beads are enough for you to secure the position of the Holy Maiden."

He turned slightly, the hem of his gray robe fluttering in the gloomy wind.

"I have taken the Yin-Yang Creation Fruit. The transaction is over."

The opportunity had been seized; if he didn't leave now, when would he?

Gu Yang turned around and was about to disappear into the thick, gray mist.

"Thud."

A muffled sound came from behind him.

Gu Yang paused his steps and looked back.

Su Wanyin did not pick up the storage bags on the ground, which were enough to make countless demonic cultivators red-eyed with envy.

She just knelt straight and heavily on the ground covered in blood and broken bones.

Her bright red trailing dress spread out like a blood-colored mandala blooming in a pile of corpses.

She looked up.

The fragile and beautiful line of her neck tightened into an extremely seductive curve.

In those watery peach-blossom eyes, there was no longer any concealment.

There was only the most thorough submission, like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Young Master."

Su Wanyin's voice was terribly hoarse, carrying a trace of trembling suppressed to the extreme.

Her well-proportioned hands, bearing thin calluses, tremblingly grasped the hem of Gu Yang's gray robe.

She did not expose the Young Master's lies, nor did she utter any pale and powerless words of gratitude.

She merely pressed her burning forehead gently against Gu Yang's thigh.

A strand of red hair fell on the gray fabric, creating a highly visually striking contrast.

"Wanyin... respectfully sees the Young Master off."

Her voice was as light as a breeze.

...

The back mountain of the Hehuan Sect, the Unfeeling Cold Pool.

The unmelting ice of many years was brutally crushed by a dark red, large foot.

Accompanied by a nauseating smell of blood and a strong male body odor, Sima Kui crashed through the cold mist like a wild bear in heat.

Under his wide-open animal skin cloak, his dark red, knotted muscles were covered with obscene tattoos.

A string of magical artifacts made from the skulls of female cultivators hung at his waist, colliding with each other along with his heavy footsteps, making a creepy clacking sound.

"Senior Sister, the three-month deadline has arrived."

Elder Huarong followed closely behind. She deliberately wore a plain white dress extremely similar to Zhao Yuelian's, but her mincing gait and the malice in her eyes that could not be hidden completely destroyed this cold elegance.

Her sharp steel finger guards scraped against the rock wall by the cold pool, sparking a blinding trail of fire.

"The Sect Master has ordered that since Senior Sister cannot suppress this Thousand-Thread Soul-Entangling Syndrome, it would be better for you to go to the Hall of Ultimate Bliss early and make one last bit of contribution to the sect."

Huarong covered her mouth and giggled coquettishly, but her eyes were fixed on the woman on the ice bed, wishing she could tear that face apart with her poisoned nails.

On the thousand-year profound ice jade bed.

Zhao Yuelian was curled up in a large snow-white fox fur cloak.

Her hair was untied, and her long black hair lay messily scattered on the ice. The half of her face exposed outside the fox fur was pale without a trace of blood.

Her long eyelashes trembled uneasily, and her breathing was extremely weak, like a dying candle that a gust of wind could blow out.

Sima Kui's eyes were scarlet.

He stared intently at the breathtaking curves under the large fox fur cloak, accentuated by her heavy panting.

His Adam's apple bobbed fiercely as he swallowed a thick mouthful of saliva.

"Senior Sister, for the past ten years, you really pretended to be a chaste and unyielding woman."

Sima Kui reached out his rough, black-haired large hand, carrying a suffocating wave of obscene heat, and grabbed toward that fragile, snow-white neck.

"Today, Junior Brother will personally help you strip off this hypocritical skin!"

Just at the moment when that filthy large hand was only three inches away from the fox fur cloak!

At the same time.

Deep within the Yin-Yang Tomb.

Ten zhang underground.

At that time, Gu Yang was levitating cross-legged, the Taiji Creation Platform within his body emitting a deafening roar.

The energy contained in that Yin-Yang Creation Fruit was simply too massive.

It was enough to make a half-step Golden Core demonic beast undergo a metamorphosis. No matter how profound Gu Yang's foundation was, his Foundation Establishment stage meridians could not completely digest it in an instant.

A hint of absolute coldness and calculation flashed through Gu Yang's eyes.

Sinking his qi into his dantian, the Great Sun True Fire instantly enveloped the Mother Gu.

The excess creation power, along with the overbearing residual heat of the true fire, was unhesitatingly and madly poured out by him across space, following that obscure connection!

...

The Unfeeling Cold Pool.

On the jade bed.

Zhao Yuelian's tightly closed eyes suddenly tensed, and her delicate body violently bounced up like it was electrocuted!

The Crimson Child Gu rooted deep in her dantian trembled madly as if it had gone insane.

It was too massive!

It was too overbearing!

That unreasonable, blazing pure yang qi completely disregarded whether her broken body, which had been frozen for ten years, could withstand it.

It was like a boiling hot heavy hammer, brutally smashing all the congested ice within her body.

Zhao Yuelian bit her lower lip hard until she tasted a hint of rusty, metallic sweetness.

Her stunningly beautiful face, which was usually as cold as frost all year round, was now covered in fine cold sweat, like a top-quality white magnolia moistened by spring rain.

Even while fighting for his life in a secret realm, he did not forget to use the absolute rank suppression of the Mother Gu, tightly holding onto the string of her kite!

This feeling of being completely controlled and barbarically infused like a private possession was simply more fatal than any aphrodisiac in the world to a woman who had struggled in despair for ten years.

Her chest, half-covered by the fox fur, heaved violently. Her warm, rapid breaths hit the freezing air, turning into wisps of white mist.

The originally unattainable Core Formation stage mighty figure was now like a swan pressed into boiling water, gradually giving up its struggle.

She even shamefully felt that her soul, which had been dried up for ten years, actually birthed a trace of bone-softening dependency.