280: Chapter 280 Sister Jingjun, are your high heels clean?

That was a past life, in that incomparably luxurious divine temple.

That man, without hesitation, walked past a crowd of peerless goddesses to tightly grasp the warmth of her hands—the hands of an ordinary merchant's daughter.

This is the current life.

In that dilapidated Demon Slaying Society.

Su Chen's thin back, covered in blood yet still wearing a stubborn smile, as he tried to scrape together the medical fees necessary to maintain his sister's vital signs.

Wanyue was his only blood relative in this world.

She was also the person he would protect even if it cost him his life.

He once told her that he wanted to pluck the bright moon from the sky, but he also craved the mundane fireworks of her presence in the mortal realm.

Since that was the case.

In order to prevent her A-Chen from losing his only concern.

In order to protect the domestic warmth of his home in the secular world.

Teacher Wang Jin made the most resolute choice.

Without the slightest hesitation, she offered up her soul, essence blood, and her newly attained Ninth Stage cultivation as sacrifices.

In an instant, she ignited them completely.

She transformed her entire existence into that blood-colored blade light.

With the ant-like body of a newly advanced Ninth Stage, she forcefully severed the defense of a Twelfth Stage powerhouse.

She severely wounded this insufferably arrogant, venomous woman.

She also bought time for Su Wanyue's breakthrough.

"A-Chen, Wanyue girl..."

"Teacher didn't let you down."

Having done all this, a satisfied and gentle smile blossomed on Teacher Wang Jin's exquisite face.

It was as if she had finally laid down all her burdens.

Her hand holding the blade went limp and let go.

With an endless sense of attachment.

Smiling, she slowly closed her eyes.

Her life force was completely severed.

On the wind-battered steps, only a gradually cooling delicate body remained.

Along with that broken longblade.

"Aaaaaah—!"

"Bitch! I want you dead!"

"I'll tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

Lying in a pool of blood and having lost the lower half of her body, Mother Qiu let out a shrill wail.

She was, after all, a Twelfth Stage powerhouse.

The vitality supported by her terrifying cultivation allowed her to survive for the moment, despite such severe injuries.

She even retained the ability to move.

She laughed arrogantly and venomously, her features contorted by intense pain.

She propped herself up on the muddy ground with her hands, dragging her mangled half-body.

She pulled a poison whip covered in barbs from her robes.

She stared at Teacher Wang Jin's exquisite figure, wrapped in a black combat suit, lying on the ground.

Whether it was figure, beauty, or even combat in the martial realm...

She had been completely and utterly crushed by the other woman.

Such a miserable defeat was something Mother Qiu, a woman who had been competitive her whole life, simply refused to accept.

Her eyes were bloodshot as she gritted her teeth, preparing to viciously whip Teacher Wang Jin's lifeless "corpse."

She intended to vent the overwhelming humiliation and hatred in her heart.

However.

Just as Mother Qiu raised the poison whip in her hand, right as it was about to fall...

Behind her.

The originally dim and silent night sky suddenly let out a terrifying roar.

A pitch-black space-time rift appeared behind her.

Looking closely...

It was a slender, jade-like hand...

...that roughly and forcefully tore it open.

...

Half an hour ago, inside the space-time tunnel traveling from the East Sea to Jianghai City.

A team consisting of one man and four women walked through this perilous space-time tunnel, which could collapse at any moment, as if they were on a spring outing.

The leading woman wore a slightly wrinkled white Chancellor's robe.

Her hands formed a series of complex gestures as she led the group forward.

Although she looked quite calm...

...the two long legs trembling slightly beneath her robe seemed to silently hint at what had just happened to her.

These were Su Chen and Zhuge Jinyu's group of four women.

Su Chen walked in the center of the group.

His left arm was around Ye Jingjun's slender waist, while his right hand was held tightly by Cang Mingyue's jade-like hand.

Both women had satisfied smiles on their pretty faces, as if they had eaten and drunk their fill.

However, Su Chen's face was a bit pale.

Also looking pale was Jiang Luoli, who trailed at the very back of the group.

These three insatiable women!

Although they had eventually left a small bite of food for her...

...but comparing Su Chen's performance between the two times, Jiang Luoli could guess the gist of it.

These three were even more... than Su Daji of the Hehuan Sect...

At this moment, the usually cold and proud Ye Jingjun felt Su Chen's large hand resting on her waist, slightly lower down.

Her face was completely flushed.

Seeing Ye Jingjun in such a rare, submissive "little woman" state...

Cang Mingyue, who had been forced to be the third to "eat meat" because she lost the earlier fight, couldn't help but speak sarcastically.

"Isn't this our aloof Heartless Sword Immortal?"

"Why are you acting like a newlywed little wife now?"

Ye Jingjun gave her a slightly resentful glance but didn't speak.

Cang Mingyue continued talking to herself.

"I wonder who it was just now..."

"...who clearly didn't know anything, yet insisted on copying Sister zhuge by putting on a pair of high heels."

"Except Sister zhuge's heels were white, while you wore red ones. They become especially noticeable when they get dirty..."

With a mischievous grin, she carefully scanned the red high heels on Ye Jingjun's feet.

"Sister Jingjun, did you not scrub your shoes clean?"

"It's a pity that compared to your shoes, Young Master Su seems to prefer playing with those long legs of yours that are long enough to stab someone to death..."

Leading the way up front, Zhuge Jinyu's legs went weak upon hearing this, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.

Hearing Cang Mingyue's bold words, the shyness on Ye Jingjun's face turned into indignation.

However, she who usually only enjoyed the thrill of battle was no match for Cang Mingyue in the realm of verbal sparring.

She didn't choose to strike back directly; instead, she sneered and looked at Cang Mingyue's hand.

"Mermaid Spirit, why are you holding onto my husband's hand so tightly now?"

"Tell me, Miss Mermaid Spirit, I assume your hands have been washed clean?"

As soon as Ye Jingjun said this, Cang Mingyue's face paled in shock, and she fell silent.

Meanwhile.

Su Chen, sandwiched between two soft masses, just listened silently, not daring to make a sound.

"Sir."

Zhuge Jinyu looked back.

"We're almost at Jianghai City."

"Should we head to the skies over the worst-hit disaster area first, or go to that Huayu Association of yours to meet up with internal contacts?"

Su Chen replied after a moment of thought.

"Let's go to the Huayu Association first."

According to Jiang Luoli, the Huayu Association had taken on a significant portion of the rescue missions during this natural disaster.

Going to the main headquarters was better than the few of them running around like headless flies.

Furthermore...

The figure of a youthful young girl appeared in Su Chen's mind.

He had heard from Jiang Luoli that before she left Jianghai City for the East Sea, his sister Su Wanyue had already awakened.

Her superpower had also awakened along with her, and she had joined the Huayu Association.

I wonder how she is doing now...