111: Chapter 111 Shui Ling, a disciple of the Falling Snow Sect!

The burning snow sword unsheathed, and a fiery red sword light swept out.

The Swift Shadow Demon Wolf roared and tried its best to dodge, but the sword light was too fast, instantly severing its two hind legs.

It shrieked and fell to the ground, struggling to get up, but it could no longer move.

Ye Yun walked up to it and looked down at it from above, without a hint of pity in his eyes.

The sword light flashed again, and the Swift Shadow Demon Wolf's head rolled onto the ground.

It had taken less than ten moves in total.

Zhao Hu slumped on the ground, panting heavily. Looking at Ye Yun's back, his eyes were filled with shock and adoration.

He knew Ye Yun was strong, but he hadn't expected him to be this strong.

A Middle Stage Rank Three Swift Shadow Demon Wolf didn't even have a chance to escape before Ye Yun.

Ye Yun sheathed his sword, leaned down to cut off the Swift Shadow Demon Wolf's ears and Yao Core, and tossed them to Zhao Hu.

"Keep them. The mission is complete."

Zhao Hu scrambled to catch them. Looking at the Yao Core in his hand, his eyes turned red again.

He stood up, walked over to Ye Yun, and gave a solemn cupped-fist salute, his voice choking up.

"Brother Ye Yun, words cannot express my gratitude. If you ever need anything in the future, just say the word. I, Zhao Hu, will go through fire and water without batting an eye!"

Ye Yun stuffed the Yao Core and the Yao Beast's ears to Zhao Hu and patted his shoulder.

His gaze turned toward the depths of the mountain range, a hint of contemplation flashing in his eyes.

Holding the Yao Core, Zhao Hu's excitement calmed slightly. Seeing Ye Yun's expression, he asked tentatively.

"Brother Ye Yun, what's wrong? Our mission is done; shouldn't we head back?"

Ye Yun shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the faint shadows of the distant mountains.

"You go back first. I plan to head further in, deep into the inner perimeter of the mountain range, to find some stronger Yao Beasts to train against."

Zhao Hu's expression changed, and he hurriedly said.

"The inner perimeter? Brother Ye Yun, you can't! It's too dangerous. They say Rank Four Yao Beasts roam there, which are equivalent to the Martial Spirit Realm! You're strong, but if you run into one..."

Ye Yun raised a hand to interrupt him, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'll just wander around the edge of the inner perimeter and won't go deep. Besides, I've just had a Breakthrough to the Great Martial Master Seventh Level, and I need actual combat to stabilize my cultivation and hone my Martial Skills. These Early Stage Rank Three Yao Beasts in the outer perimeter can no longer pressure me."

Zhao Hu opened his mouth, wanting to persuade him further.

But meeting Ye Yun's calm yet firm eyes, he swallowed his words.

He knew that once Ye Yun made up his mind, no one could change it.

"Then... then you must be careful."

Zhao Hu took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"I'll wait for you at the Sect. You must return safely."

Ye Yun nodded, took out a simple sound-transmitting jade talisman from his Storage Pouch, and handed it to Zhao Hu.

"Take this. If I run into any trouble, I'll use this to contact you. Go back first, be careful on the road, and don't look for trouble."

Zhao Hu took the jade talisman, placed it solemnly in his robe, looked at Ye Yun once more, and gave a cupped-fist salute.

"Brother Ye Yun, take care!"

Ye Yun waved his hand and turned to dash toward the depths of the mountains, his green-clad figure quickly vanishing into the dense forest.

Zhao Hu stood there, watching the direction he had gone, only looking away after a long time.

He gripped the Yao Core in his hand and turned to head back the way he came.

...

Deep in the forest, a slender figure stumbled as she fled, her skirt already torn by thorns, revealing large patches of skin as white as jade.

The fabric at her shoulder was torn open.

There were several bloody scratches on the smooth skin below her collarbone, radiating a soul-stirring beauty amidst her disheveled state.

The young woman bit her lip hard, running forward with all her might.

But her injuries were too severe, and her speed grew slower and slower.

The sinister laughter behind her drew closer, like a death-knell.

"Little girl, run! Why aren't you running anymore?"

The bald man's sinister laughter came from behind, smug and lecherous.

The girl's heart tightened as her foot tripped over a tree root, sending her plunging forward to crash onto the ground.

She struggled to get up, but a large foot had already stepped on her back, stomping down hard.

Thump!

The girl let out a muffled groan, pinned flat against the ground.

A sharp pain surged from her back, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the withered leaves on the ground red.

She wanted to resist, but her body had no strength left, leaving her no choice but to let the foot keep her pinned down.

The bald man withdrew his foot, squatted down, and grabbed the girl's hair.

He hauled her up from the ground and threw her violently against a large tree.

The girl's back slammed into the trunk, tears streaming down from the pain, yet she bit her lip hard, refusing to make a sound of begging for mercy.

"Quite stubborn."

The bald man sneered, took two steps back, and crossed his arms, sizing her up from above.

Five burly men gathered behind him, their gazes falling on the girl, filled with lechery and greed.

The girl leaned against the tree trunk, breathing with difficulty.

Her clothes were already in tatters, revealing large areas of snow-white skin.

Her shoulders, collarbone, calves, and even her waist were partially visible.

Blood and dirt were mixed together, yet they could not hide her exquisite face.

Her skin was fairer than snow, and her features were as beautiful as a painting.

Her almond-shaped eyes were now filled with terror and despair.

Tears hung from her long eyelashes, her pitiful appearance adding a touch of soul-stirring beauty.

"Big brother, this chick is really pretty."

A thin man with a monkey-like face licked his lips, his gaze roaming over the girl.

"An Inner Sect Disciple of the Luoxue Sect is indeed different. This skin, this face—they're a hundred times better than those in the brothels!"

Another burly man with a fleshy face rubbed his hands together and chuckled.

"Not only is her face pretty, but her figure is also amazing. Look at that waist, those legs—it'll definitely be exciting to play with her."

Hearing these foul words, the girl's whole body trembled, her eyes filled with despair and fear.

She wanted to commit suicide by biting her tongue, but her whole body was limp and weak; she didn't even have the strength to do that.

The bald man stepped forward, squatted down, and pinched the girl's chin, forcing her to look up.

The girl's eyes were full of resentment and terror, but she could not resist.

"A Disciple of the Luoxue Sect is indeed fair."

The bald man clicked his tongue twice, let go of her, and stood up, a hint of cruel excitement flashing in his eyes.

"However, playing like this is boring. Since this girl has a fiery temper, let's make her even more fiery."

He took a small paper packet from his robe and opened it.

Inside was a pinch of pale pink powder, emitting a strange, sweet fragrance.

When the girl saw the powder, her pupils constricted, and her whole body began to tremble violently.

Although she didn't know what it was...

...judging by the expressions of these men, she knew it was definitely nothing good.

"Do you know what this is?"

The bald man shook the paper packet and grinned sinisterly.

"Spring Breeze Powder—it's good stuff. No matter how cold a woman is, once she uses this, she'll turn into a wild mare and beg for it. In a moment, you'll be begging us brothers to favor you. Just thinking about that scene, tsk tsk."

Hearing this, the others let out even more unrestrained, lecherous laughter.

The girl shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face as she rasped.

"No, no... Kill me! Just kill me!"