116: Sheng Huang: I want you to be my cauldron!

Cultivators opened their eyes, bewildered.

Then, they witnessed a scene they would never forget in their lives:

A slender figure of a girl in a black dress stood directly in front of them.

Her face was expressionless, a delicate sword held level in her hand, and surging spiritual energy billowed, locked in a stalemate with the crimson blade light.

Despite being only at the peak of Nascent Soul and severely wounded, she was able to contend with a mid-stage Soul Transformation cultivator!

"Oh?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the leading Demon General:

"You are Shangguan Qing?"

Recalling the Demon King's command, the Demon General unconsciously reined in three parts of his strength.

Shangguan Qing's pressure immediately plummeted, and with a sweep of her sword, the crimson sword energy was finally cut in half by her.

The shattered crimson sword energy flew askew, instantly traveling a thousand miles away.

Two mountain peaks were instantly leveled, their cross-sections as smooth as a mirror.

Shangguan Qing's chest heaved violently, clearly indicating that blocking the previous attack had caused her immense exhaustion.

But she still stood tall, her gaze unwavering as she looked at the Demon General.

"Come with me, and I will spare your life," the Demon General said coldly.

He couldn't discern anything special about this human woman, but he would absolutely obey his superior's orders.

Shangguan Qing did not answer.

But the whistling sword light in her hand already explained everything.

Clang!

The Demon General casually swung his greatsword, easily deflecting Shangguan Qing's attack.

An ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating her own strength.

Shangguan Qing's lack of cooperation slightly displeased the Demon General.

When had his supreme authority ever been challenged by an ant!

"Since that's the case, I'll just have to cripple you and take you back..."

As the Demon General's words fell, crimson Locking Heaven chains erupted from his body, covering the sky.

Locking Heaven, the sacred art!

Looking at the overwhelming chains, even Shangguan Qing, who had a twelvefold increase in combat power, only felt an intense sense of powerlessness.

She was at the end of her rope.

Perhaps this time, it truly could only end here.

Farewell, Meng Yun...

The crimson chains whistled closer, already right before her eyes.

Under such an assault, Shangguan Qing had absolutely no chance of survival.

"Haha, how about giving me some face?"

At the critical moment, an arrogant laugh suddenly rang out: "I've taken a liking to this girl."

Between the Demon General and Shangguan Qing, the void quietly shattered, and a golden-haired male figure slowly emerged.

Misty miasma, like auspicious clouds, and the blood-red setting sun, like divine light, made this uninvited guest appear like an undefeated god.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Shangguan Qing's eyes trembled, and her beautiful face, which had been ready to die, was filled with surprise.

Over the years, she had countless times imagined what kind of magnificent man she would spend her life with in the future?

He didn't have to be as handsome as Pan An, nor did he need to be exceptionally talented.

But he would definitely appear in her moment of crisis, treading on seven-colored auspicious clouds, bathed in myriad rays of light, like a god descending from heaven to rescue her from dire straits.

A maiden's heart is always poetic.

Longing for a man of great stature, longing for a strong and dependable chest—that was Shangguan Qing's dream.

Now, this man seemed to have appeared.

He was right before her eyes, standing between herself and the Demon General.

With a casual wave of his hand, all those chains froze and shattered inch by inch.

Isn't this the man she had always envisioned?

But why?

But why, in Shangguan Qing's heart, were the moments she spent with that timid coward flashing through her mind at this very moment?

Missing his smile, missing his scent.

Missing the barbecue he made.

And also missing...

That night spent warmly in the embrace of a silken tent.

Heh...

Yes.

Shangguan Qing finally understood; she had long been deeply entangled in that man's gentle embrace.

Before meeting him, no matter how she envisioned her perfect companion.

But when the right person truly appeared, all others were but fleeting clouds, and all frameworks were but superfluous additions.

Meng Yun, for her, both amazed her time and softened her years.

Even this golden-haired man, who appeared like a god before her, paled in comparison.

For the rest of her life, she would only allow him.

Loving someone has no reason.

The Demon General was both surprised and enraged; his strongest trump card had been inexplicably suppressed, and he instantly knew that he was no match for the person before him!

He exchanged glances with his four companions, a plan already forming in his mind.

The opponent was too tough, time to flee!

Saint Huang seemed to have seen through their intentions and smiled slightly: "Wait, I don't think... I've agreed to let you leave yet, have I?"

The Demon General's heart skipped a beat.

"What do you want?" the Demon General said, feigning bravery: "I admit you are strong, but outside the miasma, there is still the Demon King!"

"Demon King?" Saint Huang said indifferently: "Ask your Demon King if he dares to come in?"

Saint Huang had, of course, already sensed that Demon King, whose strength was comparable to his own.

But that was only outside the miasma.

If the Demon King dared to step into the miasma, even if there was only a ten percent weakening, he was confident he could kill him on the spot!

Therefore, Saint Huang was fearless.

The Demon General's words faltered, and he no longer dared to be presumptuous.

This human...

He didn't want to kill them, so what exactly did he want to do?

Dozens of rescued cultivators eagerly stepped forward, their eyes filled with enthusiasm and longing, looking at Saint Huang as if to curry favor.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for your assistance! Fellow Daoist truly possesses the talent of a celestial being!"

"Astonishing talent, magnificent bearing!"

"Your great kindness will never be forgotten; in the next life, we will be your oxen and horses, and we will surely repay you!"

Hehe, not in this life.

Amidst the flattery, Shangguan Qing remained expressionless, simply looking calmly at Saint Huang.

Saint Huang was also openly looking at her.

His gaze carried undisguised aggression and scrutiny.

This kind of scrutiny was not like admiring a beautiful woman; instead, it was more like treating an object that could be easily obtained.

Tsk.

Is this the woman?

If she washed her face clean, she would indeed be a rare beauty in the world.

Even compared to Saint Xuanji, that white lotus in the palace, she could easily surpass her by two points.

Saint Huang, who had already entered the Combination Realm, prided himself on being completely immune to matters of lust.

But for some reason, upon seeing Shangguan Qing at this moment, an inexplicable urge arose within him to press her beneath him and brutally possess her.

To see her in immense pain, to see her on the verge of breaking.

It was as if such a proud person was most deserving of such treatment from him.

This... why was this?

Saint Huang was somewhat perplexed, his gaze constantly scrutinizing, and finally...

He discovered a clue.

Huh?

This Shangguan Qing, it seems... is not a virgin?

How keen was the perception of a Combination Power!

Saint Huang carefully sensed for a moment and instantly understood.

This woman, it seemed, had already been intimate with someone else!

Someone's wife, someone's wife!!!

Hahahaha.

Hahahahahahahaha!

A certain inexplicable pathological flush quietly appeared on Saint Huang's face; he understood, he understood everything.

It turned out that what attracted him was not just Shangguan Qing's astonishing beauty, nor solely the Saint Clan's special attention to her.

Most importantly, this Shangguan Qing, she was already taken, already possessed by another man!

It was a pity that Saint Huang could not break through the spatial barrier and reverse the long river of time.

Otherwise—

He and a certain prime minister would surely have been able to talk through the night by candlelight, sleeping foot to foot!

Amidst many ingratiating smiles, Saint Huang also burst into laughter:

"I saved you all, shouldn't you thank me?"

A cultivator was confused: "Ah? This..."

A cultivator agreed: "Thank you!"

A cultivator looked suspicious: "You are a Combination Power, do we have anything that would catch your eye?"

That's not possible!

Ignoring everyone's gazes, Saint Huang's eyes burned, and he said with a determined tone:

"Shangguan Qing, I want you to be my cauldron!"

"As long as you nod in agreement, I will lead you all to escape; otherwise, hehe..."

Saint Huang's cold laughter echoed, causing the surrounding air to grow cold and condense.

Come on.

Shangguan Qing, who had just stepped forward without regard for her life for the sake of everyone.

Let me see how you choose this time!