146: Chapter 146 Who told you to throw it?

Murong Liyue covered the holes burned in her clothes by the flames, a trace of regret in her beautiful eyes. "Pretty Boy, I was wrong. Please let me go."

"At this point, you still dare to call me Pretty Boy? I must say, Murong Liyue, you've got guts..."

Ye Xuan stepped on the dunkong shuttle, approaching Murong Liyue step by step. He teasingly lifted her chin with his hand. "Knock me out and hand me over to your Leng Qianming, right? Don't you know I've long had a falling out with him?"

"Wuwu... wu... I really didn't mean to."

Murong Liyue wanted to speak, but knowing she was in the wrong, her words came out stammering.

"Seal!" Ye Xuan placed a hand on Murong Liyue's shoulder and instantly used the Chaos Divine Fire Body to impose a Restriction on her body, preventing her from using Mystic Power.

"You, you, you—what did you do to my body?" Murong Liyue immediately collapsed onto the flying boat. Her face pale, she looked up at Ye Xuan in shock. "You actually sealed my Myriad Flames Sacred Body."

At that moment, Murong Liyue couldn't even circulate the Mystic Power in her body. She felt completely limp, like a true Mortal.

"Now, let's see how you try to escape." Ye Xuan glanced at Murong Liyue indifferently, a chill piercing her heart. "Tell me, how should I deal with you? Kill you?"

A chilling murderous intent instantly spread, causing Murong Liyue, whose body was already sealed by Restriction, to tremble incessantly. However, her chest was the most eye-catching sight.

"But if I don't kill you, I'm afraid you'll bring Leng Qianming to trouble me later. If I kill you, your Old Ancestor might lurk behind my back like a venomous snake in the future."

"However, my Revered Master is Shen Xi. If worst comes to worst, I'll have Revered Master kill your Old Ancestor too, to eliminate future trouble."

"It's such a pity. A little Fairy as beautiful as you, with such a petite figure and all the right curves—wouldn't it be a waste to let you die?"

A conflicted expression appeared on Ye Xuan's face, and then a terrifying murderous intent enveloped Murong Liyue, scaring her so much that she hugged her head, tears nearly streaming from her eyes.

Murong Liyue had grown up in the Murong Family, treated like a little princess. Upon arriving at the Holy Land, her outstanding talent earned her the title of Saintess, ranking alongside Lin Qingzhu as one of the two Fairies.

She had never witnessed such a bloody scene. Even her occasional sparring with Lin Qingzhu was always restrained.

"No, don't kill me. Liyue knows she was wrong. I won't cause you any more trouble." Murong Liyue lifted her forehead, looking at Ye Xuan pitifully, the black gauze skirt beneath her soaked.

"Huh? No way. Just a little scare and this little dark-skinned girl wets herself? Just like Third Saint Son Zhao Long—can't handle a scare, and she's a Holy Land Saintess." Seeing this, Ye Xuan curled his lip and scratched his head, his eyes full of speechlessness.

"I mean, isn't this too much? You wet your pants just like that?"

"Wuwu, just kill Liyue. Liyue doesn't want to live anymore."

Murong Liyue suddenly burst into loud sobs, feeling the shame beneath her, her voice choked with humiliation.

Two tear streaks instantly traced down her delicate face, making her look extremely pitiful.

"Did I go too far?" Ye Xuan looked at Murong Liyue curled up before him, suddenly feeling bored. Pinching his nose in disgust, he said, "After all, you're a Saintess. Can't handle a little scare? Here, this is an ordinary gauze skirt. Change into it. And don't think about escaping—your little flying boat is under my control."

Ye Xuan disdainfully lifted her with Mystic Power, took her spirit ring, moved her to a dry spot, and casually tossed her a purple gauze skirt.

Then he turned around and used Mystic Power to control this flying Profound Weapon, heading northwest.

He definitely couldn't stay here. What if this little dark-skinned girl had a backup plan and lured Leng Qianming over?

After all, Ye Xuan's goal this time wasn't to pick fights with more enemies; it was to find the Opportunity of Alchemy Emperor Xinghe and claim it for himself.

Along the way, Ye Xuan easily used Divine Sense to break into Murong Liyue's spirit ring. The space inside was so vast that even Ye Xuan couldn't help but marvel—truly a Saint Family, so wealthy. Even the spirit ring she used was at the King-grade Profound Weapon level.

The interior space was about ten thousand zhang in size, filled with bottles and jars of Medicinal Pills, as well as various Mystic techniques and skills.

For example, the small black flying boat beneath his feet was at least at the Emperor grade, a level higher than the dunkong shuttle he had obtained from Holy Lord Xu Yan, his Senior Sister.

Hundreds of sets of jewelry, along with clothing and such—hundreds of small black gauze skirts, over a dozen slightly revealing green gauze skirts...

Female cultivators really put more effort into things than male cultivators. Even their spirit rings contained quite a bit of cosmetics.

"Sin, sin. Is this something I should be looking at..." Even Ye Xuan felt his face flush.

The flying boat was decorated with a strong girly style, cute pink dominating everything. It was just too...

After the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Murong Liyue finally changed clothes shyly, wearing a small white gauze skirt that was a bit too tight, making her uncomfortable. If Ye Xuan turned to look, he would see the shyness on her face.

If Lin Qingzhu wore this outfit, she would exude a Fairy-like aura. But on Murong Liyue, it gave off a very sensual vibe—curvy, with her full chest almost bursting through the white gauze skirt.

"You hateful Pretty Boy! If you're going to give me clothes, at least don't give me something so revealing..." Seeing Ye Xuan, Murong Liyue immediately voiced her dissatisfaction, covering her rather ample chest, her voice small and filled with shame and anger.

Ye Xuan looked at Murong Liyue curiously, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Oh? Have you forgotten the lesson just now? What did you call me? By the way, where's your black gauze skirt? Why is it gone?"

"You... I... I threw it away."

Startled, Murong Liyue sat down on the ground again, not daring to yell at Ye Xuan. Her pretty face flushed as she recalled the embarrassing scene of wetting herself.

"Oh? Who told you to throw it away? Go find it right now!" Ye Xuan deliberately put on a fierce look, staring at Murong Liyue.

Earlier, to guard against Murong Liyue's backup plan, Ye Xuan had deliberately stopped at the Monster Mountain Range, waiting for this little dark-skinned girl to change clothes before setting off again.

"I... I..." Murong Liyue looked as if she was about to cry again. At this moment, her Likeability for this hateful Pretty Boy had dropped below zero.

Ye Xuan didn't want to miss such a good Opportunity. He planned to use that small black gauze skirt to threaten Murong Liyue in the future.

Besides, it would also be a way to disgust Leng Qianming.

Ye Xuan wanted to see what expression that Saint would make.

It would definitely be very interesting.

"If Revered Master finds out, she probably won't disown me, right? After all, I'm only using this to threaten a little dark-skinned girl. It should be fine."

Ye Xuan shook his head vigorously, dismissing the thought, and glared fiercely at Murong Liyue on the ground.