97: Chapter 97 Now that you're here, you'd better stay and be my personal maid!

Hearing the wonderful System notification in his mind.

Cao Kun looked at the cold, stunning, and anger-filled face before him.

The corners of his mouth curled up bit by bit.

He revealed a textbook villainous smile.

"It's very simple."

Cao Kun tucked his hands into his sleeves, his tone casual.

"I see that Grand Elder Yun has a nice figure, and your temperament quite suits my taste."

"How about this."

"You stay and be my personal maid, warming my bed and carrying my sword."

"Serve this Elder for a few months."

"And we'll call it even for you attacking me just now. What do you think?"

After hearing this, Yun Xiyue was so angry she laughed.

Killing intent boiled in her cold eyes.

This lecher was teasing her again and again; did he really think she had no temper?

"You death-seeking dog!"

"Today, I shall cleanse the sect on behalf of the Hehuan Sect!"

At the head of the hall.

Qin Canglan raised her hand and waved.

The heavy bronze doors of the main hall slammed shut.

Intricate Formation patterns lit up on the walls around the hall.

A faint purple light barrier descended.

This was not only to prevent the aftershocks of the battle from destroying the building but also to completely cut off Yun Xiyue's retreat.

Since Cao Kun wanted to act, she, as the Sect Master, naturally had to help close the door properly.

Yun Xiyue's face darkened as she sensed the Formation activating.

She knew this matter would definitely not end peacefully today.

The Hehuan Sect was determined to keep her here.

In that case, she would fight her way out!

"Condense!"

Yun Xiyue shouted coldly.

The atmospheric pressure in the hall suddenly dropped, and the moisture in the air was forcibly extracted and gathered.

Hundreds of crystal-clear water swords appeared out of thin air.

Each one contained the terrifying killing power of a Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator.

"Go to hell!"

With a wave of Yun Xiyue's sleeve.

Hundreds of water swords shot through the air.

An area-of-effect Spell of this power would turn an ordinary Golden Core Stage Cultivator into a hornet's nest in less than a second.

However,

Facing such a dense attack, Cao Kun did not retreat but advanced instead.

He charged directly toward the sky full of water swords.

Puff, puff, puff!

The water swords fell one after another.

The black-and-white yin-yang dharma robe on Cao Kun's body glowed faintly, shattering the attacks into a mist of water.

The passive attribute of the yin-yang dharma robe, which ignored water and fire attacks, was displayed to its fullest at this moment.

Yun Xiyue's pupils constricted, and her heart was filled with horror.

"What kind of wicked Magical Artifact was this!"

Before she could make her next move.

Cao Kun had already crossed dozens of yards, passed through the water mist, and arrived in front of her.

He directly grabbed her fair, slender swan-like neck.

Yun Xiyue felt her throat tighten and instinctively wanted to channel her Spiritual Qi to counterattack.

But she discovered with horror that a strange, grayish-black Spiritual Qi surged from Cao Kun's palm.

This Spiritual Qi drilled directly into her body through her neck.

It dispersed her water-attribute Spiritual Qi.

And also cut off the flow of Spiritual Qi in the Meridians throughout her body.

The immense momentum carried Yun Xiyue's body backward.

Bang!

Yun Xiyue's back slammed heavily against the thick Coiled Dragon Pillar of the hall.

The impact caused dust to fall from the ceiling of the hall.

A Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator was actually captured alive by Cao Kun without even lasting a single move.

Sitting at the head of the hall, Qin Canglan's eyelids twitched.

She knew Cao Kun was strong, but the scene before her still exceeded her understanding.

In her heart, her assessment of this freak Cao Kun's strength rose significantly once again.

At the same time, she secretly rejoiced at how wise her decision to decisively side with Cao Kun was.

Yun Xiyue, pinned against the pillar, struggled desperately.

Her slender legs kicked wildly in the air.

But without the support of her Spiritual Qi, her current strength was not much greater than that of a Mortal woman.

Cao Kun leaned in a little closer.

Smelling the cold, faint fragrance on Yun Xiyue's body.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

This cold mature beauty's skin was truly smooth; the top-grade Water Spirit Root really lived up to its reputation, and it felt excellent to the touch.

Although her Spiritual Qi was sealed and she was captured alive.

Yun Xiyue's cold personality, born from long-held high status, had not changed at all.

She glared at Cao Kun and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Kill me."

"Even if my Divine Soul is obliterated, I will never suffer such humiliation from the likes of you."

Cao Kun wasn't angry at all seeing her defiant look.

He liked this kind of tough bone.

Only then would there be a sense of accomplishment in taming her.

"Always talking about life and death, how unrefined."

"This Elder hasn't properly doted on you yet, so how could I bear to let you die?"

Cao Kun loosened his grip slightly, allowing Yun Xiyue to breathe.

Cough, cough...

Losing support, Yun Xiyue slid down the pillar to the ground, clutching her neck and coughing violently.

"Don't you want to know where your precious disciple, Ji Jinian, is?"

"Come, I'll take you to see him right now."

After saying that, Cao Kun bent down, grabbed Yun Xiyue's slender waist, and pulled her into a half-embrace.

"Let go of me! Don't touch me!"

Yun Xiyue resisted desperately, her fists pounding against Cao Kun's chest.

This bit of strength was not even as much as an itch to Cao Kun.

Cao Kun turned to look at Qin Canglan at the head of the hall.

"Sect Master, I'll be taking her now."

After speaking.

Ignoring Yun Xiyue's resistance, Cao Kun walked out of the hall with her in his arms.

Qin Canglan withdrew the Formation at the appropriate time and nodded with a smile.

"Elder Cao, please suit yourself. Do not overexert yourself."

...

High in the sky, the wild wind howled.

With her cultivation sealed, Yun Xiyue could not circulate her Spiritual Qi to protect her body.

The cold wind at high altitude blew through her thin plain clothes, making her whole body tremble with cold.

She could only humiliatingly huddle in Cao Kun's embrace, using his body heat for warmth.

Cao Kun did not claim to be a gentleman, so he naturally wouldn't be polite.

The hand around her waist slid down slightly, pressing against her flat lower abdomen.

He felt secretly pleased:

So soft! So fragrant! Top-grade!

At first, Yun Xiyue didn't pay it much mind.

But she soon realized that this lecher's actions were becoming more and more brazen.

Yun Xiyue was filled with shame and indignation, and she desperately pushed against Cao Kun's chest again.

"Take your filthy hands off me!"

Instead of reining it in, Cao Kun tightened his arm and leaned down to her ear to threaten her viciously.

"If you keep moving, do you believe I'll strip off those white clothes right now?"

"And let you cool off properly?!"

Hearing these rogue-like words.

Yun Xiyue trembled with rage, but she didn't dare to struggle violently anymore.

She could only curse him continuously with her eyes.

Not long after.

The two landed at the entrance of the Back Mountain Dark Prison.

As soon as they landed, a smell mixed with moisture, mildew, and rot hit them.

Yun Xiyue usually stayed in blessed lands with abundant Spiritual Qi.

Where would she have ever smelled such a scent?

Her brows furrowed tightly, her stomach churned, and she couldn't help but retch a few times.

"Why did you bring me to such a filthy place?"

"Where on earth have you hidden my disciple!"

Cao Kun did not answer.

He led Yun Xiyue down the dim stone steps.

Dim oil lamps hung on the walls on both sides of the Dungeon.

The weak firelight illuminated the long, narrow, and oppressive passage ahead.

The further down they went, the worse the smell became.

Just then.

A shrill scream suddenly came from a Stone Room at the end of the passage.

"Ah—kill me! Please, kill me!"

The voice was hoarse, desperate, and filled with endless pain.

Yun Xiyue was stunned.

The voice sounded somewhat familiar.

Arriving at the door of that Stone Room, the screams became clearer.

At the same time, it was accompanied by bouts of nauseatingly crude laughter.

"Young Master, don't be in such a hurry. This old woman's technique has been practiced for decades."

"Move, it's my turn. Get out of the way."

Yun Xiyue