126: Chapter 126 The True Man of Sublime Desire

Lin Xueying held Baili Yunche's arm, the two standing on the back of the Cloud-Winged Crane like an immortal couple.

The Cloud-Winged Crane spread its wings nearly ten feet wide, subtle cloud patterns swirling along the edges of its feathers as it soared smoothly ten thousand feet in the air.

The astral wind howled, flapping their robes wildly. Lin Xueying's pale purple dress fluttered gently in the wind, resembling a heavenly lotus blooming amid the clouds.

She tilted her head slightly, leaning gently against Baili Yunche's shoulder, a touch of laziness and contentment in her beautiful eyes, with a sweet smile resting at the corners of her lips.

The two chatted in low voices, reminiscing about the past events in Lieyang City and envisioning their future path of cultivation.

Just then, a spine-chilling Aura of danger suddenly descended!

That Aura was cold and overbearing. Every hair on Baili Yunche's body stood on end as an unprecedented sense of crisis surged in his heart.

Without time to think, he yanked the reins of the Cloud-Winged Crane while stomping heavily on its back, pouring Spiritual Qi wildly into it.

"Screech!"

The Cloud-Winged Crane uttered a sharp screech, its massive body leaning wildly to the right at the critical moment, flying past almost parallel to the ground.

Almost at the same instant, a dark green saber light tens of feet long slashed ferociously right through where they had been standing!

"Boom!"

The saber light exploded in the Void Realm, bursting into a blinding splash of dark green fire that shot into the sky, dyeing half the heavens an eerie green.

Wild shockwaves swept in all directions, tumbling the Cloud-Winged Crane through the air several times; feathers flew everywhere, and it nearly lost control and plummeted.

When the fire dissipated, a terrifying chasm hundreds of feet long and over a dozen feet deep appeared in the mountain forest below.

The rocks at the edge of the chasm were corroded into dark green powder by the insidious Saber Qi, sizzling loudly, while even the vegetation instantly withered and died, emitting a nauseating stench.

Baili Yunche, Lin Xueying, and Caier managed to stabilize themselves with great difficulty. Looking back at where they had just been, all felt lingering fear, cold sweat drenching their backs.

If that attack had hit them, even a Golden Core Stage Cultivator's Physical Body would undoubtedly have perished, likely leaving not even ashes behind.

Baili Yunche's eyes instantly turned razor-cold, ablaze with raging killing intent, and he snapped his head toward a spot not far away.

A gaunt, green-robed old man stood hovering in midair, looking down on the three of them from above.

The old man looked around sixty years old, tall and thin, with a sallow, shriveled face and sunken eye sockets, yet his eyes gleamed with lewd malice.

He wore a dark green robe embroidered with all kinds of unsightly Dual Cultivation patterns, enveloped in a thick pink mist.

The Aura around him was as vast as the ocean, as if he were integrated with heaven and earth.

Just by standing there, he caused the Spiritual Qi for miles around to freeze, an invisible pressure weighing on everyone's hearts like a mountain.

Baili Yunche's expression changed slightly, for he felt an Aura on this old man that was present only on his Revered Master, Peak Master Luo Yunshang.

That was the unique pressure belonging to a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator—the Primordial Spirit resonating with the power of heaven and earth, able to command the power of heaven and earth within tens of miles with a single thought!

"This person is a Nascent Soul old monster!" Baili Yunche's heart sank.

The green-robed old man said coldly, "To actually dodge my full-power strike, your strength is truly surprising!"

"A mere Golden Core Early Stage managing to escape alive from my 'Nether-Erosion Bone Saber', you do have some skill."

"Who are you? Why are you attacking us?"

Baili Yunche questioned in a cold voice; though solemn in heart, his Aura did not back down.

They were less than two thousand miles away from the Xuanyang Sect; as long as he crushed the distress token given by his Revered Master, Peak Master Luo Yunshang's speed at the Nascent Soul Stage would allow her to arrive within half an hour!

"You're the little bastard who killed my son, aren't you?"

The green-robed old man grinned, revealing two rows of yellow teeth, his expression fierce and venomous.

"I have placed a 'Soul-Chasing Blood Beacon' across ten thousand miles. You carry the bloody Aura of my son, so even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you cannot hide from my perception!"

"You killed my beloved son! Today you shall pay in blood! Only by flaying you, pulling your tendons, and extracting your soul to refine it can I appease my son's spirit in heaven!"

Baili Yunche's pupils contracted, and he instantly guessed the person's identity: "You are Shi Tailong's father, Master Miaoyu!"

"That's right! I am the Seventh Elder of the Miaohuan Sect, Master Miaoyu, father of Shi Tailong!"

Master Miaoyu spoke expressionlessly, but a raging fire burned in the depths of his eyes.

Having fathered a child late in life, he doted on Shi Tailong excessively, giving him whatever he wanted, even lavishing vast resources to pile up his cultivation.

Now that Shi Tailong had died horribly, his grief and anger had turned into overwhelming killing intent.

"I'll give you a chance: commit suicide, and I can leave you an intact corpse!"

Master Miaoyu raised a withered finger, pointing at Baili Yunche, his tone carrying undeniable arrogance.

"Don't think about running. Within my Nascent Soul Domain, everything is futile."

As his words fell, he suddenly opened his arms, and a majestic, eerie Spiritual Qi erupted from his body.

"Buzz!"

Centered on Master Miaoyu, space within a thousand feet suddenly twisted.

Suddenly, a dark green light barrier fell from the sky, firmly trapping Baili Yunche and the other two inside.

In the cultivation world, the biggest difference between a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator and a Golden Core Stage Cultivator, besides the quality and quantity of Spiritual Qi, was this "Nascent Soul Domain".

A Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator's Primordial Spirit was newly condensed, allowing it to resonate with the power of heaven and earth to unfold its own domain.

Within the domain, the Nascent Soul Cultivator was the absolute Dominator, able to mobilize Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to suppress enemies, alter local rules, and leave lower-stage Cultivators stuck as if in a quagmire, unable to move a step.

At this moment, Baili Yunche instantly felt thousands of pounds of massive force crushing down on his body, making even breathing difficult.

The Cloud-Winged Crane uttered a sorrowful cry, trembling under this pressure, barely able to flap its wings.

"So this is a Nascent Soul Domain..."

Baili Yunche grit his teeth and endured, blue veins bulging on his forehead.

"I advise you old thing to leave quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being unmerciful!"

Lin Xueying spoke coldly, killing intent chilling her voice.

She had always felt zero goodwill toward Evil Path Cultivators of the Hehuan Sect who harvested women to replenish men; now that the opponent dared to try to kill her man, it pushed her beyond endurance.

Hearing Lin Xueying's voice, Master Miaoyu finally shifted his gaze away from Baili Yunche and landed on Lin Xueying.

When he clearly saw Lin Xueying's face, his lewd eyes instantly lit up, an unconcealed flash of greed and lust passing through his pupils.

"Oho! To think a kid like you at the Golden Core Early Stage could enjoy such a top-grade beauty."

Master Miaoyu licked his chapped lips, his gaze scanning Lin Xueying unscrupulously from her exquisite face down to her proud figure,

"Tsk tsk tsk, this face, this figure, this demeanor... a stunning enchantress rarely seen in a century!"

"What future is there following a pretty boy at the Golden Core Early Stage? He's nothing more than a dead man walking!"

He took a step forward and chuckled lewdly, "Little beauty, why not come with me? I am the Seventh Elder of the Hehuan Sect, a Nascent Soul Stage power! As long as you are willing to be my Dual Cultivation Dao Companion, I guarantee to bring you ecstatic pleasure and let you enjoy ultimate bliss!"

"I will teach you the top Dual Cultivation secret arts and use countless Heaven And Earth Treasures to build up your cultivation, allowing you to make a Breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Stage in the shortest time, how about it? Following a greenhorn like him is simply a terrible waste of talent!"

"You court death!"

Lin Xueying was his woman; how could Baili Yunche endure such filthy words? With an angry shout, the Golden Core inside him spun furiously, and Pure Yang Qi rushed forth like a torrent.

He stomped hard on the Cloud-Winged Crane's back and shot forward like lightning, throwing a fist straight toward Master Miaoyu!

"Myriad Phenomena Thunder Fist!"

The fist energy roared like thunder with a deafening boom as a deep blue fist silhouette tore through the domain's suppression, blasting toward Master Miaoyu.

"Truly absurd! There is an impassable chasm between Nascent Soul and Golden Core. Do you think you can hurt me with this bit of brute force?"

Master Miaoyu sneered, his face filled with disdain.

He didn't even summon a Magic Treasure; he merely formed a claw with his fingers at random, a scorching dark green Aura surging from his palm and transforming into a giant ghost claw.

"Nether-Ghost Claw!"

The ghost claw carried a foul, poisonous wind and lustful pink mist, colliding violently with Baili Yunche's fist energy.

"Boom!"

With a dull thud, Baili Yunche felt an unmatched, overwhelming force transmit from his fist.

The Nascent Soul Stage Spiritual Qi contained within that black ghost claw smashed his fist energy like a bursting river.

His body flew backward like a broken kite, coughing up three mouthfuls of blood in midair before crashing heavily against the light barrier of the Nascent Soul Domain and bouncing off.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Baili Yunche dropped to one knee, supporting himself with a hand on the ground, a thread of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his face pale.

His right arm trembled slightly, waves of intense pain emanating from his bones.

"Is this the strength of a Nascent Soul Cultivator?"

Shock filled his heart.

Sure enough, although his current strength at the Core Formation Third Layer was enough to run rampant in the Golden Core Stage, dealing with a Nascent Soul Cultivator was still far too much of a stretch.

The opponent's casual strike alone had dealt him a light injury.