A Pool of Spring Water, Two Generations of Holy Maidens

This reason was impeccable.

Gu Yang lowered his eyes, quietly looking at Zhao Yuelian, who was kneeling in the deep water with her scalding cheeks pressed against his knees.

In the eyes of this aloof Core Formation stage grand cultivator, he currently appeared to be a tragic hero who had suffered qi deviation to save someone and was about to be burned to ashes by the backlash of fire.

A row of question marks slowly rose in Gu Yang's mind.

What the hell was this suffering from a backlash?

He had just forcibly swallowed an entire Yin-Yang Creation Fruit, which could allow a half-step Golden Core great demon to undergo a metamorphosis.

Although he relied on his four-tier supreme Dao Foundation and two great strange fires to forcefully suppress his Foundation Establishment, the overflowing creation energy was simply too massive.

He came to this Unfeeling Cold Pool purely to soak his legs in the ice water for a "physical cooldown," and to casually beat the last trace of medicinal power into his bone marrow.

It was that simple.

How did it become bloodline connection, mother gu rampage, and qi deviation in this woman's mouth?

Gu Yang's profound gaze pierced through the steaming white mist and landed on Zhao Yuelian's stunningly beautiful face, which was written with poignancy and self-sacrifice.

He suddenly understood.

Su Wanyin's ability to create something out of nothing and self-rationalize actually had an inheritance.

This master and disciple pair were surprisingly consistent even in the direction of their overactive imaginations.

However...

A trace of absolute rationality flashed through the depths of Gu Yang's eyes.

He glanced at the system panel on his retina, which was still inactive.

He had intercepted Li Qingzhe's golden serendipity, yet the Destiny Points had not been credited to his account.

The intelligence had stated very clearly that Li Qingzhe not only cured Zhao Yuelian but also "won her heart and became Dao companions."

Dog system, completing the interception really wasn't that simple.

Its judgment mechanism was not just about extracting the baleful aura.

Removing the poison was only a prerequisite.

Could it be that he needed to completely subdue this Fairy Lingshuang and reach the hidden progress of "Dao companion" for this golden serendipity to be considered truly and successfully intercepted?

Since the Destiny Points were not yet in his hands, and he indeed needed an extremely cold outlet right now to neutralize the continuously overflowing pure yang of creation in his body.

Gu Yang did not refuse.

He leaned against the icy rock wall without any superfluous movements.

Indifference itself was a form of tacit consent.

Zhao Yuelian understood this silence.

A bright gleam instantly burst forth in her watery, autumn-like bright eyes.

"Benefactor..."

She tremblingly reached out her hands. Amidst the rippling water, those small, boneless hands, as cold as black ice, climbed onto the edge of Gu Yang's burnt and tattered gray robe.

Due to extreme nervousness and shame, her fingertips trembled violently.

That lapel, which had long been made incredibly fragile by the high temperature of the Great Sun True Fire, emitted a muffled "rip" sound with her gentle tug.

Gu Yang's chest, covered in fine beads of sweat, was thoroughly exposed to the freezing air.

Like a moth darting towards a raging fire, Zhao Yuelian suddenly leaned forward.

The water surface violently swayed. That transparent, plain-colored undergarment clung tightly to her breathtaking curves. She tilted up her slender neck and slightly parted her red lips, just about to completely dedicate herself to the benefactor in front of her.

Right at this critical moment.

"Crack!"

The solid ice on the periphery of the cold pool was crushed by a pair of hurried bare feet.

"Master!"

Su Wanyin's anxious and slightly hoarse call was like a clap of thunder, brutally tearing apart the incredibly enchanting atmosphere within the cold pool.

Zhao Yuelian's entire body suddenly stiffened.

That extreme panic and shame erupting from the depths of her bone marrow almost caused her to suffer qi deviation on the spot!

How could Wanyin return at this time?!

If her disciple saw that her normally unattainable master, who was always full of rules and precepts, was currently kneeling between a man's legs with her clothes half-removed, and was even preparing to...

What face would she have left to live in this world?! She would rather self-destruct her Golden Core on the spot!

Flee!

This was the only thought in Zhao Yuelian's mind.

But just at the moment she was preparing to pull away and rapidly retreat, her gaze touched upon Gu Yang's scalding, red skin.

Her benefactor was on the verge of life and death, his yang energy running wild. If she withdrew this only cold spring and extreme yin energy now, her benefactor would undoubtedly die!

Zhao Yuelian bit the tip of her tongue hard.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Her hands suddenly formed a complex hand seal.

"Turtle Breathing Great Concealment Art!"

Her breathing, heartbeat, and even the sweet fragrance emitting from her pores were instantly locked tightly within her body.

Immediately after.

The water surface silently broke open into a tiny whirlpool.

This dignified late-stage Core Formation Fairy Lingshuang, like a frightened white fish, directly sank into the deep blue cold pool!

She didn't dare to go far, not even daring to make too big of a splash.

She could only forcefully endure the bone-piercing chill of the pool water, curling up between Gu Yang's legs that were submerged in the water.

Vision underwater was distorted.

Zhao Yuelian held her breath, tightly hugging her arms. That breathtakingly beautiful face was less than a finger's width away from Gu Yang's calf.

The surrounding pool water was boiled by the pure yang fire within Gu Yang's body, emitting muffled "gurgle gurgle" sounds.

The white mist on the water's surface grew even denser.

...

"Master!"

Su Wanyin, lifting her tattered red skirt, stumbled and broke through the thick mist.

She had just settled everything, still clutching tightly in her arms those Yin Baleful Beads that Gu Yang had thrown to her, and rushed back to the back mountain without stopping, terrified that her master would suffer Sima Kui's poisonous hands before the "three-month deadline."

However.

When she passed through layers of ice cones and saw clearly the scene at the edge of the cold pool.

Her entire person was as if struck by lightning, firmly nailed in place.

There was no Sima Kui.

There was no severely ill master.

There was only that man.

That gray-robed man who, in the Yin-Yang Tomb, was like a demon god descending to the world, crushing a body cultivator with one foot and crippling the Dao Child of the Dao One Sect with one move.

At this moment.

He was leaning against the icy rock wall completely defenseless.

His lower half was submerged in the boiling deep blue pool water, and his upper half's lapels were wide open.

That aura, which was originally as unfathomable as an abyss, was now incredibly berserk!

Terrifying high temperatures frantically overflowed from his body. His skin presented a dark red color on the verge of collapse, and one could even clearly see beneath the skin those meridians bulging and flowing backward like magma!

He had his eyes tightly closed, and the veins on his forehead throbbed violently, as if he were enduring the terrifying torture of ten thousand ants biting at his heart.

"Clatter."

The Yin Baleful Beads in Su Wanyin's hands rolled onto the ground.

Her breathing completely stopped at this moment, and her heart felt as if it had been ruthlessly pierced by a rust-covered sharp claw.

It hurt.

A pain that tore at the soul.

"Young Master..."

Su Wanyin let out a weeping whimper. Her legs gave way, and she knelt heavily by the cold pool filled with broken ice.

She looked at Gu Yang's skin, which was burned almost transparent, and looked at the surrounding pool water that had been boiled dry.

In her mind, countless fragmented images, like a violent storm, instantly completed the most cruel puzzle.

No wonder... no wonder the Young Master turned around and left right after obtaining the Yin-Yang Creation Fruit in the secret realm!

No wonder he left so resolutely, not even willing to say a single extra word to her!

He wasn't doing some cold, equivalent exchange at all!

He was just about unable to hold on anymore!