The Proactive Zhao Yuelian

She closed her eyes, her mind completely filled with his deep, unrippled black eyes.

The violent black and white light of chaos rampaged through her meridians, forcefully tearing open the pathways that had been dried up for ten years.

The intense overactive imagination combined with the extreme tingling numbness of her meridians being remolded allowed this once lofty Fairy Lingshuang to clearly see the faint blue veins throbbing beneath her skin.

Sima Kui was stunned.

Elder Huarong was also stunned.

In their eyes, the Zhao Yuelian before them was clearly suffering from a terminal illness, with the baleful aura in her body completely out of control, resulting in a kind of extremely lewd terminal lucidity.

That half-hidden alluring scenery, those sweet, heavy pants suppressed in her throat.

Sima Kui's rationality was completely incinerated.

"Hahahaha! Your body can't even help acting like a slut, what are you still pretending for!"

He roared wildly, taking a large stride forward, his hands turning into two bloody palm-leaf fans as he viciously grabbed at Zhao Yuelian's plump neckline!

Huarong's features were twisted with jealousy.

She fiercely slapped her storage bag, and an Appearance-Shattering Awl emitting a dark green poisonous light pierced straight toward Zhao Yuelian's flawless cheek with a mournful whistling wind!

The cold wind stagnated.

At the exact moment the bloody hands and poisonous awl were about to touch her.

Zhao Yuelian abruptly opened her eyes.

In those originally ashen, deathly still eyes, where was there even a trace of sickness?

Replaced instead by a bone-piercing coldness like ten-thousand-year profound ice, as well as a continuously flowing black and white light of chaos!

Core Formation Early Stage... Core Formation Middle Stage... Core Formation Late Stage... Core Formation Great Perfection!

She even faintly touched upon that unspeakable barrier of the Nascent Soul stage!

Boom!

A terrifying spiritual pressure, centered on Zhao Yuelian, erupted explosively like a tangible hurricane!

Crack!

Elder Huarong's treasured natal magic weapon, the Appearance-Shattering Awl, was directly crushed into sky-filling powder by this pressure before it even touched Zhao Yuelian's protective spiritual light!

Pfft—!

With her natal magic weapon destroyed, Huarong let out a miserable shriek, spewing a large mouthful of blood into the air as her entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing heavily against the hard ice wall.

And Sima Kui, who bore the brunt of the impact, had his pupils instantly shrink to the size of pinpricks.

"Core Formation Late Stage?! Impossible! Your illness—"

He was terrified out of his wits and wanted to retreat explosively, but it was already too late.

Zhao Yuelian slowly stood up.

She didn't bother with the snow-white fox fur cloak that had slipped down to her waist, barely covering most of her scenery, allowing her peerless plumpness and charm to be exposed to the freezing air.

But at this moment, Sima Kui didn't even have the courage to take a single glance.

Because Zhao Yuelian raised a hand.

That soft, boneless, pale jade-like hand seemingly floated lightly and imprinted itself onto Sima Kui's chest.

Bang!

An extremely dull, muffled thud.

The top-grade defensive dharma robe on Sima Kui's body, which was enough to withstand a full-force blow from a Middle-Stage Core Formation cultivator, instantly exploded like paper. His dark red breastbone caved in massively, and the ear-piercing sound of bone fracturing echoed throughout the entire Heartless Cold Pool.

Ah—!

Sima Kui's eyes bulged, and blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs sprayed out wildly.

His burly, iron-tower-like body was as if struck head-on by a rampaging immemorial divine mountain, plowing open an ice trench over a foot deep before collapsing like a dead dog in a pool of blood.

Crushing defeat.

An extremely brutal crushing via cultivation realm.

Inside the Heartless Cold Pool, it once again fell into a deathly silence.

There was only the faint sound of the cold wind sweeping up shattered ice.

Zhao Yuelian unhurriedly pulled over her fox fur cloak, tightly concealing that shocking spring scenery once again.

On that wrist, which looked as though it were carved from frost and snow, a faint blush that had yet to fade was subtly visible.

Zhao Yuelian lowered her limpid autumn-water eyes, not even glancing at the two people lying like dead dogs on the ground.

She reached out with bloodstained fingertips, cherishingly caressing her own cheek, which was scalding hot from the surging spiritual energy.

This plump fleshly vessel, which she had once viewed as a burden and which countless demonic cultivators had coveted as a top-grade cultivation cauldron, had now completely shed its mortal shell and transformed under the baptism of the power of creation.

...

...

[Ding, successfully intercepted the golden serendipity — Yin-Yang Creation Fruit.]

[Reward: 100 Destiny Points.]

[Current Destiny Points: 500 points.]

...

Gu Yang looked at the pale blue light screen popping up on his retina, his brow furrowing imperceptibly.

Incorrect.

The reward for the Yin-Yang Creation Fruit had arrived.

But why was there still no settlement prompt for the golden intelligence where he intercepted Li Qingzhe and used the Concentric Gu to save Zhao Yuelian?

He quickly brought up the previous panel, his cold gaze sweeping over that line of text.

[...Li Qingzhe wandered into this place by mistake. After retrieving the Gu worm, he accidentally cured Zhao Yuelian. Not only did he obtain her true inheritance, but he also won her heart, ultimately becoming Dao companions.]

A glint of light flashed deep within Gu Yang's black eyes.

"The Gu worm has been planted, and the hidden danger has been eliminated."

"Could it be that merely dispelling the baleful aura is not considered fully 'cured' in the system's judgment?"

He needed to go back and check on Zhao Yuelian.

One hundred Destiny Points absolutely could not be allowed to slip away for nothing.

Just as he was pondering.

Deep within his dantian's sea of qi, that newly formed fifth-layer Taiji Creation Platform let out a muffled and vigorous roar.

An incredibly majestic residual heat of extreme Yang surged outward like a tide along his remolded meridians.

The Yin-Yang Creation Fruit was originally a supreme spiritual object used to ripen a half-step Golden Core great demon and assist in its transformation.

No matter how deep Gu Yang's foundation was, forcefully devouring it to build his platform caused an unimaginably massive amount of heat to accumulate within his body.

This was not an out-of-control rampage, but rather the overflowing of energy purified to the extreme after the power of creation had completely settled.

Buzz—

His blood at this moment was like boiling pure gold and mercury, emitting a low and powerful washing sound.

Gu Yang's breathing remained steady and deep, but every exhalation carried a terrifying high temperature sufficient to distort the surrounding cold, gloomy air.

Riiiip—

The gray coarse cloth robe on his body was forcibly scorched with several scorch marks by the heat naturally overflowing from the surface of his body. His exposed skin glowed with a dark golden luster, as if it had been tempered thousands of times.

The Great Sun True Fire circulated methodically through his meridians, systematically devouring and digesting this residual wave that would be enough to burn an ordinary cultivator to ashes.

"It's still missing the final step of quenching."

A trace of extreme rationality flashed in Gu Yang's deep black eyes.

He needed a place of extreme cold to accelerate the cooling process using external force, completely hammering this final power of creation deep into his bone marrow.

The Heartless Cold Pool.

Without any hesitation, Gu Yang's figure transformed into a blurry afterimage, calmly tearing through the permafrost mist in the back mountain of the Joyous Union Sect.

...

Deep within the Heartless Cold Pool.

The previous mess had long been cleaned up.

The bone-piercing cold wind howled, rolling up a sky full of white mist, but it could not mask that trace of strange sweet fragrance in the air.

That was a fatal scent mixing the aura of extreme cold with the natural bodily fragrance of a top-grade female cultivator.

In the center of the cold pool, the water rippled.

It emitted an extremely faint yet soul-stirring splashing sound.

Zhao Yuelian was bathing.