The Enchanting Cave on Lingshi Mountain

Lin Yuan supported the soft-bodied Mu Wanqing as they spiraled down the dim stone steps.

On both sides of the stone steps, fist-sized night-luminescent pearls emitted a soft glow, illuminating this secret underground passage as bright as day.

The further they went down, the thicker the Spiritual Qi in the air became.

Eventually, it almost condensed into tangible spiritual mist; taking just a single breath allowed Mu Wanqing's depleted mana to be greatly replenished, and the speed of her injury recovery also increased slightly.

"Your attainments in Formations... just what level have they reached?"

Mu Wanqing leaned into Lin Yuan's sturdy arm, her beautiful eyes shimmering with intrigue as she couldn't help but ask softly.

This man, whom she had known for decades at the bottom of the Sect, seemed to have completely changed into a different person recently.

His fourth-grade Alchemy was already shocking, and the Formation attainments he was displaying now were at least equivalent to a Sixth-Grade Formation Master.

"Want to learn?"

Lin Yuan glanced at her sideways, the corners of his mouth curling into that familiar, bone-deep wicked smile.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you."

"From Formation theory to practical application, from introductory postures to in-depth techniques, I guarantee you'll learn it."

As he spoke, his warm breath intentionally brushed against Mu Wanqing's sensitive earlobe, his voice lowered to an extremely deep, magnetic tone.

"However... my tuition fees are very expensive, oh."

With that one sentence, the cold beauty's body went soft, and two intoxicating blushes instantly rose on her pretty face, causing her to almost lose her footing.

"You have no decency!"

Mu Wanqing spat softly, her voice as thin as a mosquito's hum.

"If a man isn't bad, women won't love him."

Lin Yuan replied shamelessly, tightening his arm around her slender waist.

While the two were flirting, they had already reached the end of the stone steps.

The moment they saw the scene before them, even Lin Yuan and Mu Wanqing gasped in unison, their breathing coming to a halt.

In the vast underground space, there were no shelves or boxes as they had imagined.

There was only a mountain.

A mountain made entirely of Spirit Stones, which, under the light of the night-luminescent pearls, radiated billions of brilliant divine rays!

"Oh my mother... this... how many Spirit Stones must there be?"

"Haha... hahaha... I'm rich! I'm rich!"

Lin Yuan could no longer maintain his inscrutable composure; his eyes lit up, and with a leap, like a mad tiger that had been starving for eighty years, he threw himself directly onto the Spirit Stone mountain.

"Mine! It's all mine!"

He plunged his hands deep into the pile of Spirit Stones, rolling around on them like a child, looking exactly like a veteran miser guarding a mountain of gold.

Mu Wanqing looked at his image-less, near-manic miserly appearance, stunned at first, and then couldn't help but burst into a laugh.

With this laugh, the iceberg melted, and a hundred flowers bloomed; it was intoxicatingly beautiful.

She discovered that although this man was shameless, overbearing, and thick-skinned, sometimes, he was also genuinely cute.

Lin Yuan frolicked on the Spirit Stone mountain for a good while before climbing up with satisfaction.

He looked at the treasure mountain beneath him, then at the stunning beauty beside him whose smile was like a flower, his eyes flashing with a dangerous and fiery light as he chuckled: "Wanqing, tell me, since we've pulled off such a big score, shouldn't we celebrate properly?"

"How to celebrate?"

Mu Wanqing blinked in confusion.

Lin Yuan pulled her into his arms, leaned into her ear, and whispered in a bewitching tone: "Look at this Spirit Stone mountain, doesn't it look like a bed? The most extravagant, luxurious, and Spirit Qi-rich bed in the whole world?"

Mu Wanqing's pretty face instantly flushed to the roots of her ears. She punched Lin Yuan in shame and anger: "You are so bad... what kind of place is this, you... you actually want to do it in a place like this..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Yuan had already scooped her up and gently pushed her down onto the pile of Spirit Stones behind them.

"Ah... slow down... these Spirit Stones... are digging into me..."

Mu Wanqing let out a soft, coquettish groan; the cold and hard sensation beneath her made her somewhat uncomfortable.

An hour later.

Lin Yuan lay on the Spirit Stone mountain with a look of satiation, like a lazy cat that had eaten its fill, feeling comfortable from his Soul to his toes.

Mu Wanqing, like a docile kitten, curled up in his arms, her pretty face still bearing a lingering, moving flush. Beneath her disheveled clothes, her skin, white as congealed fat, shimmered with a unique luster under the illumination of the Spirit Stones.

She gently stroked Lin Yuan's sturdy chest, feeling his powerful heartbeat, and felt an unprecedented peace and sweetness in her heart.

"The shouting and killing outside seem to have stopped."

Mu Wanqing said softly, her voice carrying a trace of lazy hoarseness.

"I estimate that the Five Poisons Sect has already brought the situation under control, and we should also... tidy up and go out."

"No rush."

Lin Yuan opened his eyes, a trace of cunning flashing through them.

"Let them clean up the battlefield first, while we... count our own spoils of war first."

"This is only the beginning."

A thousand miles away at the Blood River Spirit Mine, the roar was deafening.

Devil Xuanyin's expression was gloomy, his black Dharma robe tattered, and a sword wound on his chest, deep enough to see bone, was still gushing blood.

His aura was withered, and his old eyes were full of unwillingness.

At his level of Cultivation, it was easy to defeat him, but it was as difficult as ascending to heaven to kill him completely.

"I can't hold on anymore!"

Devil Xuanyin gritted his teeth inwardly, "Not only is my mana severely depleted, but my Nascent Soul has also suffered internal injuries!"

He swept his gaze toward the many Yin Corpse Sect Disciples who were still struggling to hold on; these people had already suffered more than half casualties, and the rest were at the end of their tether.

"It seems I can only sacrifice the pawns to save the king."

Devil Xuanyin thought to himself.

"Xuan Yin, the Yin Corpse Sect is finished!"

A beautiful woman who looked to be in her thirties spoke coldly.

This woman was controlling a crescent-moon blade, with moonlight flowing around her body, her temperament like a fairy from the Nine Heavens; she was none other than the Supreme Grand Elder of the Misty Immortal Sect, Situ Piaomiao.

Not far from Devil Xuanyin, his Black Armor Corpse King was locked in a fierce battle with Yue Qingyao, but clearly, this Corpse King was slightly inferior in strength and was being suppressed by Yue Qingyao's Sword Qi, retreating step by step.

Just at this moment, Devil Xuanyin's expression changed; he flipped his palm, and a Jade Talisman appeared in his hand.

This talisman was a Thousand-Mile Sound Transmission Talisman, capable of transmitting messages instantly across thousands of mountains and rivers, much more Advanced than ordinary sound transmission talismans.

He calmly immersed his Divine Sense into it, his expression instantly freezing, then revealing an unbelievable ecstasy.

"Hahahaha!"

Devil Xuanyin looked up and laughed loudly, which made Situ Piaomiao and Yue Qingyao pause, a sense of ominous foreboding rising in their hearts.

"Disciples of the Yin Corpse Sect, listen carefully to this old man!"

Devil Xuanyin's voice was like thunder, spreading across the entire battlefield: "The reinforcements of the Five Poisons Sect have arrived, and they have already taken Lanyue City!"

All the Misty Immortal Sect Disciples were stunned.

Their lair was taken? How is that possible!

"Hmph! Xuan Yin, at a time like this, you still want to use this trick to stabilize your army's morale!"

Situ Piaomiao raised her eyebrows and scolded.

But at this moment, her sound transmission talisman suddenly lit up, bringing an urgent message.

"Junior Martial Uncle, it's bad... Lanyue City has been breached by the Five Poisons Sect, the Sect Master asks you to return for reinforcements immediately!"

Situ Piaomiao's face turned instantly pale.

"Hahaha! It looks like you've received the news that Lanyue City has been breached!"

Devil Xuanyin laughed triumphantly, "Situ Piaomiao, your Misty Immortal Sect has tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice this time!"

Meanwhile, the Cultivators on the Yin Corpse Sect side who were struggling and on the verge of collapse were suddenly boosted in morale upon hearing this news, letting out earth-shaking cheers.

"Kill!"

"Senior Sister, what should we do now?"

"Retreat first, and gather with the Disciples at Black Stone City, otherwise, if we are caught in a pincer attack by the Five Poisons Sect, it will be dangerous!"

Situ Piaomiao said.