Xuan Sun, who had long since returned to the outside world to lie in wait, watched the blatantly undisguised Jiaolong Yaoqi and clicked his tongue.
“Damn it, you didn’t make a peep when I was inside, but the moment I’m out, you start jumping around… Are you messing with me?”
Xuan Sun’s fingers lightly tapped the hilt of his blade three times—a habitual gesture when he calculated risks.
After three taps, his conclusion was set: going back in, the success rate wouldn’t exceed forty percent, and it might alert those old monsters; waiting, even if the flood dragon managed to come out alive, it would definitely be at the end of its strength.
The math, no matter how you calculated it, favored waiting.
Having thought this through, Xuan Sun simply continued lying on the tree branch and began to rest his eyes.
Shizi didn’t even dare to offer any advice at this moment.
Because she knew that right now, Ling Yao wouldn’t listen to a single word.
“You… are… looking… for… death.”
These three words were practically squeezed out from between Ling Yao’s teeth.
When she sensed Yun Heng’s aura, Ling Yao was overjoyed, because her speculation had been completely correct.
She was indeed going to overlap with Yun Heng’s route, and as long as she saw Yun Heng, as long as he didn’t have his memories from his past life, then she could definitely rekindle their relationship with him…
In fact, along the way, Ling Yao had even begun to fantasize about their future sweetness, traveling the mountains and rivers, effortlessly overcoming all difficulties with the advantage of her rebirth…
However…
This dream hadn’t even begun before it was shattered by the woman she had never seen before right in front of her.
And not only did this shameless creature kiss her husband right in front of her, she even challenged her with that possessive look in her eyes.
As if she knew something.
But how could she possibly know about the sweetness of the first ten thousand years, and the regret of the following ten thousand?
What a joke!
However, no matter how furious she was inside, Ling Yao still didn’t immediately charge over to fight Lin Xiaoyue.
Because Yun Heng was still meditating.
As a demon immortal who had lived for over twenty thousand years, Ling Yao could tell at a glance that Yun Heng was currently in a perfect state of “Yin-Yang harmony.”
He had to maintain complete focus at this moment to guide the convergence of the world’s spiritual energy, and someone needed to protect him to ensure he wasn’t disturbed by the outside world.
So, Ling Yao didn’t move.
But just because she didn’t dare to move, didn’t mean the fully prepared Lin Xiaoyue didn’t dare.
She saw Lin Xiaoyue stroll over to her as if taking a leisurely walk, unhurriedly tying up her hair with a wooden hairpin, then, relying on the height advantage her age gave her, looked down at her from above.
“Demon Immortal, it’s been many years. I trust you’ve been well.”
Lin Xiaoyue’s voice was very soft, but to Ling Yao’s ears, it was like a thunderclap.
Her pupils contracted sharply. She instinctively wanted to raise her hand to cover the other’s mouth, but the latter casually slapped it away. “Sorry, I’m a bit of a germaphobe.”
Lin Xiaoyue smiled. “Let me introduce myself. My name is Lin Xiaoyue. I hope you remember it.”
Ling Yao’s trembling hands were already uncontrollably beginning to revert.
If she relaxed her focus even a little, they would immediately turn into dragon claws, and then her furious emotions would rush to her head, making her start indiscriminately “settling accounts” with Lin Xiaoyue, this human who dared to offend her.
“Don’t worry, I’ve already set up a protection formation. With the meager skills you have right now, you’re not worthy of breaking it.”
Lin Xiaoyue flexed her wrist, producing cracking sounds, as if growing a bit impatient. “If you don’t want to fight, then I’ll make the first move. After all, I’ve always wanted to hit you, just never found the opportunity.”
As soon as the words fell, Lin Xiaoyue decisively brought her fingers together into a sword gesture and lightly drew a line in the empty air before her, her thin lips parting slightly. “Kai Men · Xing Mou Guan.”
Over there, Jiang Keke, who was being controlled and sitting like an obedient child, almost broke free from her restraints and jumped up—Th-this, isn’t this the Young Master’s unique secret technique?!
Seeing the brilliant starlight flashing in Lin Xiaoyue’s eyes, identical to Yun Heng’s, not only Jiang Keke, but even Ling Yao began to tremble with shock.
“Why do you know this?!”
Ling Yao’s pitch suddenly rose sharply.
This was the zhoutian qimen: zhishu yiming jue that Yun Heng had created only after advancing to the integration stage in his past life and completely repairing his frail body since childhood.
It was also thanks to this spell that he was later able to single-handedly hold off a hundred thousand demon soldiers while at the tribulation-crossing stage.
“Maybe… because he likes me.”
Lin Xiaoyue blinked at her and gave a gentle smile.
The next second, her figure vanished like a ghost.
‘Eight gates steps’ — ‘Obstruction gate · lost trail’.
If what happened before only made Ling Yao suspicious, then this movement technique, which could only be performed within the zhoutian qimen, made Ling Yao certain—this was one hundred percent Yun Heng’s original creation!
‘Thunder trigram · nine heavens thunder punishment’.
Almost the instant the words sounded, a dark cloud quietly formed in the sky above.
The color of that cloud, and the rumbling thunder contained within it, could even forcefully shake the heartstrings of every conscious person present, penetrating the naturally fermented blood mist that had accumulated for who knows how many millennia.
Ling Yao gritted her teeth. There was no time to ask why she, clearly only at the foundation establishment stage, could use “heavenly thunder” that should only be usable at the deity transformation stage or above.
She raised her hand, transforming a water spirit into a barrier to envelop Shizi, then with a palm strike sent her flying away. She herself fled rapidly in the opposite direction.
“Demon Immortal, you’re surprisingly quite naive.”
Lin Xiaoyue’s figure was unobservable, and her voice seemed to come from all directions. “But thinking about it, it makes sense. Ah Heng has never used this on you before.”
This heavenly thunder, specifically designed to break through evil miasma, body protection Qi, and solid defenses, gathered and, accompanied by a buzzing sound that tore through the air, crashed down from the heavens!
‘Rest gate · grafting flowers onto wood’.
The next second, the originally straight heavenly thunder suddenly seemed to heed some call, its trajectory awkwardly shifting, following closely behind Ling Yao like a homing missile.
Ling Yao’s speed was already fast, but she was only at the foundation establishment stage. No matter how fast, she couldn’t outrun heavenly thunder.
Excruciating pain shot from her back. The body-protecting water spirits around Ling Yao all shattered, and she, with her clothes in disarray, was struck down into the forest.
Ling Yao coughed violently, blood mixed with dust being coughed out of her body.
With just this one strike, she lost her ability to fight.
“Not even a scream. What a pity.”
Lin Xiaoyue’s voice sounded again. “Life gate · creation green lotus.”
A huge illusory green lotus appeared in the air. The next second, a surge of vibrant life force poured into Ling Yao’s body, then lifted her back to her original position.
“But running too far away won’t do. We have an audience. We have to satisfy the audience so they feel they got their money’s worth.”
Lin Xiaoyue appeared, half-crouching to look at Ling Yao, a smile hanging at the corner of her mouth, extremely gentle. “Dui trigram · white tiger’s roar.”
Accompanied by a tiger’s roar, a murderous golden fury came from the west, transforming into invisible sharp blades that attached to Lin Xiaoyue’s hand. Then, with one fist, she struck directly at the face!
Thud!
The body protection Qi that had just been repaired shattered once again. Ling Yao’s body flew out again, only to be pulled back the next second by the ‘life gate’ and ‘rest gate’.
Then, another fist!
Pulled back again, another fist!
After a full quarter of an hour of one-sided abuse, Lin Xiaoyue finally stopped because she disliked the sticky blood on her hands.
‘Fire trigram · vermilion bird’s dance’.
The illusory form of the divine beast Vermilion Bird appeared behind Lin Xiaoyue. With a single high-pitched phoenix cry, the blazing karmic fire, specialized in burning sins, karmic entanglements, and evil energy, heeded the call from the south and instantly engulfed Ling Yao’s entire body.
The Vermilion Bird’s illusion also transformed into a stream of light that drilled into it, cooperating with the karmic fire to judge sins!
A bone-deep, heart-piercing scorching heat erupted from Ling Yao’s dantian, flowing counter-current upwards, rushing straight to the soul deep within her consciousness sea.
But she still didn’t scream. She just gritted her teeth, struggling to resist the burning.
“Impressive.”
Lin Xiaoyue wiped her hands clean. There was no trace of怜香惜玉 in her eyes, only thick disdain. “Thunder trigram · azure dragon’s wrath.”
Dark clouds gathered again. The Azure Dragon from the east roared with an unstoppable draconic might, as if to sweep away all injustice in the world.
Twelve consecutive bolts of thunder crashed down from the sky, forming the strictest prison together with the flames, judging the filthiest evil thoughts in the heart of the imprisoned.
If it were any other cultivator, forget foundation establishment, even a nascent soul stage cultivator would be screaming from this excruciating, dismembering-like pain by now. However, the Demon Immortal still didn’t make a sound.
Even though she couldn’t fight back, she dared to snort in derision instead. “…Is that all?”
It could be called the height of arrogance.
“Demon Immortal, you should thank me for not letting Ah Heng see you in such a wretched state.”
After the thunder and flames dispersed, Lin Xiaoyue raised her hand and healed Ling Yao. “Water trigram · three thousand weak waters.” “Rest gate · ocean abyss return to storage.”
Since Ling Yao possessed the proud bones of a demon immortal and wouldn’t wail even when severely injured, Lin Xiaoyue simply made her shut up completely. To avoid the annoyance of hearing her.
A heavy water domain with “spirit-sealing” characteristics enveloped Ling Yao from below like an abyss. Being inside it was like sinking into weak water—spiritual power circulation became sluggish, movement difficult.
Flood dragons loved water. Using water as a cage was precisely the ultimate humiliation for them.
Immediately after, a transparent ripple inexplicably spread around the two of them, forming an “absolute quiet domain” that could shield all external surveillance for a short time.
Feeling the resentment and fury in Ling Yao’s eyes, the smile on Lin Xiaoyue’s face didn’t diminish but instead grew.
She placed her hand on the water curtain but didn’t take the next action. She just asked softly, “Demon Immortal, there are some words I’ve wanted to ask for ten thousand years—Was Ah Heng’s providence useful?”
Ling Yao froze abruptly.
“Was his godhead fragrant?”
Inside the weak water, Ling Yao’s lips moved as if she wanted to argue something, but whether it was due to the water pressure and the domain’s effect, or something else, she didn’t say a single word.
“Sitting there, possessing the full, devoted affection of a man that others might spend their entire lives unable to catch up to, yet personally disemboweling him in front of billions of subjects… Doesn’t your conscience hurt?”
Ling Yao’s body began to tremble violently.
Because of the hindrance of the soundproofing domain, Jiang Keke outside couldn’t even hear what they were discussing at all.
She was just surprised to discover that this girl, who hadn’t made a sound no matter how she was tortured a moment ago and was even thinking of seizing an opportunity to counterattack, suddenly began to fear something.
A Xiang, who was sound asleep, twitched her nose, then actually briefly broke free from Lin Xiaoyue’s restraints, turned over, and buried her face in Jiang Keke’s embrace.
Stinks so bad.
Like perfume sprayed on rotten meat… Oh my, what is that, how can it be so stinky?
“Oh.”
“Sorry.”
“I forgot.”
“You’re a demon.”
“Hah.”
“Demons don’t have that kind of thing.”