200: Chapter 200 Junior Brother, I Can't Hold On Anymore

In the next instant, Ye Yun appeared before the old man, swinging the burning snow sword down with a brilliant golden Mystic Power.

He didn't use any Martial Skill; it was just a simple, straightforward strike.

The speed was so fast that the old man had no time to dodge.

He could only hurriedly raise both arms to block, pouring all his Mystic Power into them in an attempt to withstand the blow.

The sword's edge slashed down.

The old man's protective Mystic Power was sliced open like paper, and the sleeves on his arms instantly shattered.

Flesh was torn open, and blood sprayed out.

His entire body was sent flying backward from mid-air, crashing heavily into a giant boulder at the valley entrance.

The impact shattered the boulder into pieces.

He spat out a large mouthful of blood, his arms hanging limp and trembling at his sides, completely ruined by that single strike.

There are gaps even within the Martial Spirit Realm!

the burly man and the man with the scimitar were scared out of their wits when they saw this, turning to flee immediately.

Lean man ran the fastest.

He was closest to Han Qingxue and originally had the best chance of escaping.

However, as he fled, he chose to throw his last poisoned dart at Han Qingxue.

Ye Yun's figure was a blur as he moved through the air, positioning himself in front of Han Qingxue.

With one strike, he sliced the poisoned dart in half.

Then, with a backhand swing, a golden sword light crossed several yards to catch up with the three fleeing men.

Three heads flew into the air, and three headless corpses collapsed simultaneously.

From Ye Yun's Breakthrough to the killing of the four men, barely five breaths had passed.

He stood before Han Qingxue with his back to her, the golden Mystic Power on the burning snow sword slowly receding.

The morning breeze rushed into the valley, fluttering the hem of his robes and blowing the last few drops of blood from the tip of his sword to the ground.

Then, he turned around.

Han Qingxue was leaning against the rock wall, her body trembling uncontrollably.

The bandage on her shoulder was completely soaked in blood, but that wasn't the most urgent issue.

The old man's aphrodisiac was far more potent than the one used by Lean man.

After the pink smoke seeped through her wound and into her Meridians,

the Mystic Power within her body began to surge wildly.

Her Meridians, which hadn't yet healed, were thrown into complete chaos under the assault of the drug.

Her face turned from pale to an unnatural flush.

Fine beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, and her lips were tightly pursed as she desperately tried to suppress something.

Ye Yun crouched down and reached out to check her pulse.

As soon as his fingertips touched her wrist, he felt the scorching temperature of her skin.

Through her skin, he could feel the wild power in her Meridians on the verge of losing control.

The source of this power was that hidden weapon coated in an aphrodisiac even more potent than the one used by Lean man.

“Senior Sister.”

Ye Yun's voice grew heavy.

Han Qingxue looked up at him.

Those cold eyes were now covered by a thick layer of watery mist.

Her eyelashes were trembling incessantly, and something was churning deep within her gaze.

She looked at him with a somewhat dazed expression, as if she were desperately trying to identify the person before her.

Then she spoke softly, her voice incredibly raspy.

“Junior Brother. I can't hold on anymore.”

Ye Yun reached out and picked Han Qingxue up from the ground.

Her body was burning hot; he could feel the unnatural heat even through her clothing.

Ye Yun slid his arms under her knees and back, lifting her up in a bridal carry.

Han Qingxue instinctively raised her left hand to cling to his shoulder.

That hand was scorching and weak, her fingertips trembling slightly as she gripped the fabric of his robes.

She clenched tightly, then let her hand slide down loosely before clenching again.

“Senior Sister, forgive me.”

Ye Yun whispered, turning to carry her deeper into the cave.

Han Qingxue leaned into his embrace, her face buried against his chest, her breath rapid and hot, puffing against his collar.

Her body was as soft as melting snow; through the fabric, he could feel the slenderness of her waist and the heat of her skin.

Curves that were usually strictly wrapped in plain white robes were now pressed against him without reservation.

Ye Yun looked down at her.

Han Qingxue's face was turned against his chest, her long hair disheveled, with a few strands of black hair sticking to her sweat-dampened cheeks.

This made her face, which was usually as cold as ice and snow, look startlingly alluring.

Her eyelashes were very long, trembling incessantly and casting two faint shadows beneath her eyes.

Her nose was elegant, and her lips were slightly parted due to the internal heat, revealing a sliver of her pearly white teeth.

Her breath escaped from her lips with a faint, sweet, and metallic scent—the aroma released after the drug entered her body.

Further down was her slender neck.

The skin on her neck was originally as white as snow.

Now, however, it was tinged with a faint pink that spread from the base of her ears all the way to her collarbone.

It was like fine white jade being flushed by the sunset.

Her collarbones were as delicate as if carved, two shallow arcs meeting at her shoulders.

She was still draped in his grey outer robe.

The collar of the robe had opened slightly due to the movement, revealing the edge of her plain white inner garment.

The material of the inner garment was very thin, and having been soaked in sweat, it faintly revealed the color of the skin beneath.

Ye Yun's gaze involuntarily moved down an inch.

He had never noticed Han Qingxue's figure before.

She usually wore loose, plain white robes made of thick fabric and with a relaxed cut, completely hiding her body's curves.

The impression she gave was one of being cold, thin, and distant, like a winter plum blossom in the snow.

She was beautiful, but she lacked any sense of worldly warmth.

Now, that thin shirt soaked in sweat clung tightly to her, clearly outlining every curve of her body.

Her waist was extremely slender, but not a fragile thinness; it was a supple, strong, and dainty waist.

And above the waist, the curves wrapped in the inner garment were much fuller than he had imagined.

Ye Yun swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Then he forced himself to look away, raising his head to stare at the dark rock wall ahead.

[Now is not the time to think about these things. She is your Senior Sister, she has been poisoned, and she needs your help.]

He repeated these words over and over in his mind.

But the hot, soft body in his arms and the rhythmic, scorching breath she puffed against his chest...

both were constantly pulling him in another direction.

The cave wasn't deep, and he reached the end in a few steps.

The hay he had laid out earlier was still there. Ye Yun knelt on one knee and carefully placed Han Qingxue on the hay.

As Ye Yun withdrew his hands from under her knees and back,

his fingertips inevitably brushed against the skin at her waist, causing Han Qingxue's body to tremble slightly.

Han Qingxue lay on the hay, her disheveled long hair spreading out beneath her, the grey outer robe slipping from her shoulders to bunch at her elbows.

The plain white inner garment was rendered semi-transparent by the sweat, clinging tightly to her and outlining her slender waist and full chest.

Her breathing grew more and more rapid, each breath causing her chest to heave violently.

The thin layer of fabric was stretched tight, faintly revealing the outline of her undergarments.

Ye Yun crouched beside her and reached out to feel her forehead.

It was terrifyingly hot.

“Senior Sister.”

He called to her.

Han Qingxue opened her eyes.

Those eyes no longer held their usual cold, pond-like clarity; her pupils were somewhat dilated.