145: Fighting Master Nine Star Peak!

Below her flat, taut abdomen, devoid of any excess flesh, were not snake tails, but a pair of long, straight, perfectly proportioned legs that were breathtakingly beautiful.

Her skin glowed with an ivory luster under the afterglow, as smooth and delicate as the finest porcelain.

A few iridescent scales adorned only the outer part of her upper thighs and the back of her knees, like mysterious and wild tattoos, while large expanses of her snowy white, smooth skin were fully exposed to the cool air and Mo Yuhan's gaze.

Her legs were slightly curled, and one cool, slippery ankle unconsciously brushed against Mo Yuhan's calf, sending a jolt of electricity through him.

Her rounded, fragrant shoulders, gracefully contoured collarbones, and smooth back were faintly visible amidst her scattered purple hair, and large areas of exposed skin shimmered in the setting sun as if coated with a thin layer of beeswax, exuding an alluring glow.

A strange, cool fragrance permeated the air, mixed with a faint, fresh scent on her body, like desert plants after rain, subtly entering Mo Yuhan's nostrils, carrying a power that captivated the soul.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely.

The silence of the Oasis was magnified, leaving only the gurgling of the pool and the faint, rapid heartbeats of the two, almost overlapping.

Mo Yuhan could clearly feel the astonishing elasticity and weight of the delicate body in his arms, and he could feel her exhaled breath, carrying a hint of heat, brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck.

Blood rushed wildly to his head, his cheeks were burning hot, and even his earlobes were red as if bleeding.

His entire body's muscles were tensed to the extreme, and he dared not let even his fingertips tremble in the slightest, fearing to disturb the sleeping goddess statue in his arms, who could erupt with destructive power at any moment.

In the Dantian vortex at his waist, the cluster of azure and purple lotus flames he had just subdued swayed uneasily, as if also sensing the terror hidden beneath this seemingly languid body.

Medusa's red lips, those full, luscious lips like ripe cherries, parted slightly.

She seemed to want to say something, or perhaps it was just an unconscious movement.

Her eyes remained cold and bewildered, as if veiled by a thin mist, and that deep purple light slowly moved across Mo Yuhan's face, carrying a scrutiny that seemed to penetrate time and space, as if she was trying to distinguish, or perhaps struggling to recall something.

Just as this suffocating silence was about to be broken—

Buzz!

The hazy iridescent glow around Medusa unexpectedly lit up again!

The light was not dazzling, but it carried an irresistible power of rules.

Mo Yuhan felt his arm suddenly lighten.

That stunningly beautiful body, which made one's blood surge and possessed a fatal allure, instantly became blurry and transparent, like a pricked illusion.

The iridescent light flickered violently, contracted, and rapidly receded like a receding tide!

In just one breath, the light completely vanished.

In Mo Yuhan's arms, there was no longer the queen who could topple kingdoms.

Only a small snake, about a foot long, covered entirely with fine iridescent scales, remained.

It curled up softly, its small head drooping at the edge of Mo Yuhan's palm, its iridescent snake eyes tightly closed, with only faint breathing proving it was still asleep.

The suffocating pressure and cold sense of scrutiny receded like a tide, vanishing without a trace, as if the fleeting glimpse of sensuality and danger just now was merely an overly vivid dream.

"Hoo…" Mo Yuhan, as if exhausted, exhaled a long, silent breath.

His tensed body instantly relaxed, and the clothes on his back were completely soaked with cold sweat, clinging to his skin and bringing a chill.

His heart was still pounding wildly in his chest, hitting his ribs and producing a dull echo.

He looked down at the iridescent small snake that had fallen into slumber again in his palm, his eyes filled with extreme complexity.

Relief, lingering fear, and a hint of… loss that he himself was unwilling to admit?

He carefully lifted the small snake, his movements as gentle as if handling fragile glass.

Looking around, Ruo Lin and Ah Yin were still unconscious, their breathing steady, but their injuries clearly needed time to recover.

This place was definitely not somewhere to stay long.

Medusa's consciousness could awaken again at any time, and Gu He and the Snake-People Tribe's pursuers could also arrive at any moment.

He had to leave as soon as possible.

He quickly got up, went to the pool, wet his torn clothes with the cool water, and carefully wiped away the dust and blood from Ah Yin and Ruo Lin's faces and bodies.

The cool touch seemed to make their brows relax slightly in their unconscious state.

Mo Yuhan then took out the spare clean water and healing medicine from his storage ring and carefully fed it to both of them.

After doing all this, he carefully placed Ruo Lin and Ah Yin on the relatively soft and dry sand next to a few date palm trees.

His gaze fell on the defenseless iridescent small snake still curled in his palm.

"Little fellow…" Mo Yuhan spoke softly, his voice a little hoarse and helpless, "It seems I can only rely on you for now."

He gently placed the small snake in the empty space between Ah Yin and Ruo Lin, then took out the jade bottle containing the symbiotic purple crystal source, poured out a few drops of clear, viscous, sweet-smelling purple liquid, and dripped them onto the clean sand next to the small snake.

"Xiao Qi," he tried a simple address, gently tapping the small snake's cool, smooth head with his fingertip, "Protect them, and wait for me to return."

He knew that this nascent intelligence might not fully understand, but the aura of the symbiotic purple crystal source and the faint connection established by the feeding just now might instinctively make it stay here.

The iridescent small snake seemed startled by the touch of his fingertip, its slender tail unconsciously swayed, and its small head rubbed against the sand where the purple crystal source had dripped, emitting a faint, satisfied "hissing" sound, and did not move away.

Mo Yuhan took a deep look at his unconscious teacher and Ah Yin, then at the bewildered small snake, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

He needed power, stronger power.

Not only for self-preservation but also to protect those around him.

The peak of the ninth-star Dou Shi realm was already stable, and the Azure Lotus Core Flame had also been subdued; it was time to acquire that crucial sixth spirit ring.

He unfurled his tattered Purple Cloud Wings, and purplish-red flames ascended as his figure transformed into a streak of light, silently leaving the Oasis.

He sped towards the deeper parts of the Star Dou Great Forest, to the area rumored to be inhabited by powerful fire-attribute Spirit Beasts.

The environment in the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest was even harsher.

Violent sand tornadoes, like moving mountains, blotted out the sky.

Countless traps, like lurking behemoths, lay in wait to devour people.

As he approached the fire-attribute Spirit Beast territory, the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur, and the ground temperature was hot enough to cook an egg.

Mo Yuhan, relying on the agility of his Purple Cloud Wings and the perception of Xuan Huang Purple Flame, carefully avoided various deadly natural traps, while simultaneously extending his soul perception to its maximum, searching for his target.

The Spirit Beast he needed was very specific: primarily fire-attribute, around fifty thousand years old, and preferably with dragon bloodline.

Such a Spirit Beast would not only have a powerful spirit ring, but the Spirit Ability it contained would likely perfectly match his existing flame powers (Xuan Huang Purple Flame, Azure Lotus Core Flame), and might even produce unexpected fusion effects.