Qin family villa.
"Are you sure your brother isn't here?" An Yi swallowed hard and asked seriously.
Qin Yao nodded, shooting him a reproachful glare. "I've told you so many times, he's not home!"
An Yi was still curious. "Then your parents..."
"They went traveling, so they aren't home either!"
At this moment, in the living room.
Qin Yao pinned An Yi down on the sofa, looking down at him from above.
Their faces were so close that An Yi could clearly feel Qin Yao's orchid-like breath.
Just as their lips were about to touch.
"Maybe we should forget it."
An Yi looked a bit unnatural and spoke up, "I just feel a bit unsafe, like there's a cold draft at the back of my head!"
"You're the master of the Shura Sect, why are you afraid of my brother!"
Qin Yao said, giving him another look.
That single sentence instantly ignited An Yi's anger.
"Are you kidding? I would be afraid of that Poker Face?!"
"Let me tell you, I'm the big boss of the Shura Sect! How could I possibly be afraid of this Poker Face!"
"Back in the Immortal Sect, you didn't see how miserably I taught him a lesson!"
Hearing this, Qin Yao said helplessly, "Why are you getting so worked up?"
"Nonsense, how am I worked up!"
"Okay, okay, okay, you're the best!"
Qin Yao's delicate hands explored, a hint of confusion appearing on her stunning face. "What's going on, why don't you have any reaction at all!"
"What reaction? This is a proper story, don't start making dirty moves!"
An Yi said with a straight face.
Yesterday at the graduation party, they were just supposed to drink, but he ended up running into Yan Zhi.
Then, accidentally, he fell into a fierce battle that lasted all night.
Now his kidneys were still twitching with pain.
It was all because he was too confident and didn't use the Tiger Yang Pill. Who would have thought that woman Yan Zhi would be so powerful!
"Something's wrong!"
Qin Yao lowered her head, seemingly smelling an unfamiliar rose-like body fragrance, and couldn't help but ask, "Mu Xuan or Ruo Xi?"
"No, no, you're overthinking it," An Yi said somewhat nervously.
These past few days, first it was Nie Qinglan, then Lan Ruoxi, and Yan Zhi.
Every single one of them was a top-tier beauty in both looks and figure.
With all the heavy action recently, An Yi felt like he had already entered sage mode.
"Whatever."
Qin Yao untied her hair and gave it a gentle toss.
The dark strands fluttered, making her pretty face look even more charming.
This seductive appearance made An Yi's mouth go dry once again.
A woman who could be scored a 9 by the system.
How bad could she be?
Qin Yao bent her slender waist, leaning close to An Yi's ear. Breathing out a sweet scent, she giggled, "What's wrong, An Yi, don't tell me you can't get it up!"
A man can never say he can't.
An Yi flew into a rage and turned the tables.
Looking at the scenery threatening to burst out from under her small tank top, An Yi was shocked.
She actually had them!
"Heh, you really can't!"
Qin Yao's lips curled up, forming a disdainful and provocative smile.
An Yi took a deep breath. "This poor monk is coming for you!"
Just as An Yi was about to launch his offensive.
A phone ringtone sounded.
An Yi glanced at it slightly. The contact name.
Poker Face!
Go to hell!
An Yi threw the phone aside and prepared to continue.
Back then, Lin Chen went to the Immortal Sect's small world, saying something about escorting Elder Long back, so it was unlikely he'd be able to return anytime soon.
Calling now meant he had already returned to the secular world.
He had to finish this quickly!
After An Yi made up his mind.
Another call came in.
The contact name was Evil Disciple!
Baka!
An Yi angrily answered the call.
"Hello, Master, it's me!"
Fang Jueming's voice came through.
An Yi's mouth twitched, and he said with murderous intent, "I know it's you! Give me one reason not to slaughter you!"
Fang Jueming: "..."
"Master, th-this has nothing to do with me, Brother Chen told me to call!"
Fang Jueming's voice was a bit trembling.
An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.
Poker Face?!
What did he want to do now??
Fang Jueming said, "Brother Chen asked me to pass on a message to you."
"Saying what?"
An Yi asked impatiently.
"There's a security camera in the living room, so behave yourself."
"..."
Isn't this outrageous!
An Yi looked around and finally noticed the security camera in the living room, pointing right at them on the sofa.
Sadist!
Why would you install a camera at home?
Surnamed Lin, as a human being, you've gone too far!
Qin Yao stood up with a dark face, her small fists clenched tightly.
With a sis-con older brother like this, when would she ever be able to get married!!
"Hey, hey, Qin Yao, stop, don't grab the stool!"
"Here, take a hammer, the camera quality is pretty good, a stool won't smash it easily!"
"..."
"Ahem, how about next time, definitely next time!"
An Yi said helplessly.
Fortunately, they noticed it in time.
Looking at An Yi, Qin Yao felt an unspeakable sense of grievance. She lowered her head without saying a word.
"Alright, wait for me to come back."
An Yi reached out and patted her head, saying with a smile.
Qin Yao didn't make a sound, but large teardrops began to fall.
"No, don't cry." An Yi quickly stepped forward to comfort her.
He hated seeing girls cry the most.
Qin Yao bit her lower lip and looked at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Why can Mu Xuan go with you to the Ancient Continent, but I can't?"
"I..."
An Yi wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say.
In fact, if possible, he didn't even want Shen Muxuan to follow him to the Ancient Continent for an adventure.
That world was far from being as peaceful and tranquil as the secular world.
Moreover, he, An Yi, was a wanted criminal by the Tower of Babel, ranked at the very top of their list.
Across the entire Ancient Continent, who knew how many greedy and ambitious people wanted An Yi's head!
For an ordinary person with no power like Qin Yao, it was simply too dangerous.
"I... I was just saying. An ordinary girl like me has no skills; I'd just be a burden if I went."
Qin Yao wiped her tears, took a deep breath, and gazed at him, forcing a smile. "I'll take good care of the Underworld forces here. Over there, you have to take good care of yourself, and look after my brother while you're at it."
"Yeah."
An Yi stepped forward and gently hugged her.
Qin Yao leaned on his shoulder and couldn't help but let her tears fall again. "You're not allowed to forget me!"
"I wouldn't forget even if I died."
An Yi stroked her beautiful hair and said softly.
On the roof of the villa.
Lin Chen lay on the tiles, using his wind spirit perception to hear their conversation. He sighed softly, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
...
Tianming Cliff.
Shrouded in clouds and mist.
This place was located in the eastern part of Great Xia.
At the junction of the mountains and the coast.
On a massive stone platform stood martial artists clad in black uniforms. Upon closer inspection, there were actually a full thousand of them!
On the back of their clothes were the domineering and arrogant crimson words: Shura!
Each of them had a cold and stern expression, gazing at the young man standing at the very front holding a black longsword.
"We are about to set off for the Ancient Continent. Everyone, are you ready?"
An Yi's gaze swept across the crowd as he asked calmly.
"Ready at any time!"
The front row was the first echelon of the Shura Sect.
Lin Chen, Long Aoyun, Chen Bing, Bai Xiu, Shangguan Qianqian, Fang Jueming, Xiao Ye, and Zhang Fan.
Closely following was the second echelon.
Xiao Yike, Mo Jiu, Han Liang, Tu Langlang, Jin Zhenghao of the Rakshasa organization, Mechanic Gene, Poison Master Bob, and others.
There were also the martial artists Lin Chen had brought from the Immortal Sect's small world: Gu Changfeng, Ning Er, Hua Fengyu, Via, and others.
Shen Muxuan, Tu Yiyi, Ziyue and the girls, along with Hong Tian, were among them.
Following closely behind were over a thousand experts from the Asura Sect!
Astonishingly, even the weakest among them was at the Transformation Realm!
The vast and mighty procession was an incredibly spectacular sight!
An Yi donned the uniform symbolizing his status as the Master of the Asura Sect and raised his longsword high.
First Form of the Nine Dragon-Slaying Swords—Parting Sorrow!
Suddenly, a formidable black crescent sword aura tore through the clouds!
It revealed a swirling black hole hidden within!
This was the entrance to the Profound Domain, and the only path leading to the Ancient Continent!
An Yi shouted at the top of his lungs, "Move out!"
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