118: Standing on colorful clouds, covered with thousands of rays of light

“How about it? Have you considered it?”

Saint Huang maintained his original stance, a confident smile on his face.

To make a young woman his cultivation vessel, such an intimate and humiliating proposal, yet he spoke it so brazenly.

In front of several Demon Generals and dozens of cultivators.

He only considered himself, never giving a thought to the young woman’s dignity.

With Shangguan Qing’s beauty, she would ordinarily gain the admiration of countless cultivators.

But these people were always polite and knew their place.

Even if they had ulterior motives towards Shangguan Qing, they would only entertain them in their minds.

Saint Huang, however, directly threatened the young woman:

Become his cultivation vessel.

Otherwise, no one would escape.

Shangguan Qing’s gaze was calm, her face as still as water. She looked at Saint Huang and replied almost without hesitation:

“No.”

“I’d rather die here.”

She was a person, not an object.

She was a person of flesh and blood, a person with emotions and love, a person accompanied by Meng Yun.

Therefore, she chose to say no.

Even if the price of refusal was death and the perishing of her soul, dying in a foreign land.

“Really?”

Saint Huang grinned, “Then I’ll be leaving? Don’t worry, I won’t force you.”

Seeing Shangguan Qing’s unchanging expression, Saint Huang turned directly to the Demon General, “You all continue.”

Demon General: “…”

Be careful when going out on a rainy day; showing off will get you struck by lightning!

Shangguan Qing did not stop him, and the Demon General was even more eager for Saint Huang to leave.

But in the crowd, some cultivators couldn’t stand it:

“Shangguan Qing, how can you be so selfish!”

As soon as this person spoke, his face instantly became awkward, as if these words had come out without any thought.

His face flushed red, and he retreated behind the crowd.

For a moment, the atmosphere began to become eerily quiet.

Saint Huang’s departing steps unconsciously began to slow down.

A mocking curve slowly appeared at the corner of his lips.

Never test human nature.

A group of people might unite in despair.

But once things take a turn, fighting among themselves and scheming against each other is also common.

Oh, humanity.

They can only share hardships, not wealth.

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Qing’s eyes flashed with a hint of surprise and confusion.

However, before she could figure out these details, several more voices, with a hint of hesitation, slowly emerged.

“That’s… you want to die, but we don’t…”

“Why do you represent us…?”

“Shangguan Qing! This fellow Daoist is incredibly powerful and peerlessly handsome. If you become his cultivation vessel, you might even be getting a good deal!” a cultivator suddenly shouted. This cultivator seemed to have once pursued Shangguan Qing.

But she had decisively rejected him.

At this moment, his eyes were wide with anger, and he shouted louder than anyone else!

“Exactly! Don’t even look in the mirror to see how you look now, like you’ve rolled in mud three times. What are you being so aloof about?!”

“We order you to become his cultivation vessel!”

“Yes, now, immediately!!”

“She’s so cold now, but maybe she’ll be enjoying it immensely later!”

If at first, everyone’s words still held some shame and hesitation, by now, they had turned completely resolute.

That’s right.

It wasn’t just one person speaking.

So everyone thought the same way!

What’s wrong with the minority obeying the majority?

Shangguan Qing, what you sacrifice is merely your chastity, but what you save are dozens of lives!

Countless vulgar words spilled out, live verbal humiliation, like swords and knives, fiercely piercing the young woman’s heart.

Regardless of Shangguan Qing’s reaction, even the five Demon Generals and Saint Huang, the instigator of the farce, all showed a look of surprise.

These clowns.

They are truly eye-opening.

If Shangguan Qing had shown a slight reaction at the beginning of the verbal abuse, by now, the young woman’s heart had already turned as cold as iron.

In this world, no one was worth her saving.

What she exchanged her life for was nothing but a bunch of ungrateful scoundrels, howling wild dogs, and pigs!

Saint Huang turned around, looking at the young woman’s cold gaze, the fervent excitement in his eyes still wildly flickering. At this moment, he was even more excited:

“Shangguan Qing, I know a good place…”

“There, no one can disturb us.”

Saying this, he bowed slightly, like the most elegant noble in the world, extending his right hand to Shangguan Qing with a sincere invitation.

Inviting her to a desolate wilderness to share intimacy.

Clang!

A broken sword directly struck his palm.

“Shangguan Qing, what are you doing?!” a cultivator exclaimed in shock!

“Quick, stop her!”

“Even if we have to tie her up, we must send her over!”

Countless cultivators, like wolves smelling blood, rubbed their fists and charged at the young woman, who was at the end of her rope.

They said they would tie her up and send her over, but who knew how they would take advantage of her during the process!

“Cough cough… Get back!”

A middle-aged cultivator stumbled from a distance. It was the Nascent Soul cultivator who had been mercilessly sent flying by the Demon General earlier.

He casually stopped a cultivator but was repelled by the other’s palm strike:

“Old Guan, you want to die, but we don’t want to be buried with you!

Get lost, just watch quietly!”

“You brats, a bunch of brats!” The middle-aged cultivator called Old Guan spat out a mouthful of blood, forcibly steadied himself, and cursed loudly.

However, the weapon of criticism is no match for the criticism of weapons.

Old Guan closed his eyes, making up his mind.

His eyes opened again, and his aura instantly surged.

Even if it meant destroying his Dantian and losing all his cultivation, he squeezed out all his strength, transforming it into a monstrous spiritual energy hand, grabbing towards those cultivators!

This strike was the strongest he had unleashed since he began cultivating!

Even a peak Nascent Soul cultivator could not easily ignore it!

“Shangguan Qing, it was I who conscripted you here, I’m sorry! Retreat quickly!” Old Guan roared.

Filled with shame, he had nothing to repay her with except his broken body!

“Oh? Interesting…”

As this large hand was about to crush the cultivators, Saint Huang made his move.

How could he allow someone with a conscience to ruin the good show he was directing?

So, he acted.

He lightly tapped his fingertip, and an invisible ripple spread out.

The originally terrifying giant spiritual energy hand instantly resembled a deflating balloon, trembling violently as it shriveled and withered, vanishing in this world in the blink of an eye.

“…”

Old Guan was struck by lightning, his eyes wide with anger, and his body crashed to the ground, his life unknown.

“Old Guan!!” This was Shangguan Qing’s painful cry.

She had no strength left and could only watch everything unfold helplessly.

The cultivators rejoiced, thanking Saint Huang profusely, and swarmed towards Shangguan Qing like devils dancing.

“Take her down!”

“Don’t snatch! I want to tie her legs!”

“Damn it, whoever gets there first wins!”

Countless vulgar words spilled out, and Shangguan Qing’s heart was utterly despairing.

Only death remained.

She might as well detonate her Nascent Soul and send these evil spirits back to where they came from!

A strong fluctuation emanated from the young woman’s Dantian, golden light overflowing, making her soiled body appear sacred and flawless.

“Thump-thump, thump-thump…

Thump-thump, thump-thump!”

Her heart inexplicably accelerated.

Only when she sensed Meng Yun would Shangguan Qing feel this tremor.

But… Meng Yun?

How could he come to such a place?

A mere timid coward, a battle-averse lecher.

It was merely a young woman’s dying fantasy.

It was better if he didn’t come.

It was best if he lived.

Thinking this, the young woman’s gaze pierced through Saint Huang, through the five Demon Generals, through the miasma-filled land, through countless spaces, and abruptly met a pair of sharp eyes.

He rode a crimson flying tiger, seven-colored tribulation clouds paving the way beneath his feet, flames surging around him, blooming with ten thousand rays of light.

Before dying, Shangguan Qing finally saw the person she had been waiting for.

Stepping on seven-colored auspicious clouds, draped in ten thousand rays of light.

Like a god descending from heaven, coming for her.

It was good to have such a hallucination before death.

“Ruyi, blast that blondie to smithereens!”

Meng Yun roared, his true form already soaring into the sky.

He would make it, he would definitely make it!