51: Chapter 51 The Elder in a Dilemma! The Melee in the Spirit Spring!

High in the sky, streaks of light flew past.

A small, top-grade flying boat Magic Treasure pierced through the clouds, rapidly stealthily heading toward Qingshi Town.

There were only two people on the flying boat.

One was the grim-faced eldest Disciple of Tianshui Holy Land, Zhao Wuji, and the other was Elder Chu, a white-haired Elder from the Hall of Punishment at the Peak Nascent Soul Stage with an unfathomable aura.

“Elder Chu, why are we slowing down?”

Seeing the flying boat slow down, Zhao Wuji urged somewhat anxiously:

“Even if that Hehuan Sect is a bit strange, can't we just charge in and slap them to death?”

Elder Chu glanced at him coldly, standing with his hands behind his back, his tone carrying the arrogance and caution of a Nascent Soul cultivator:

“Idiot.”

“The distress letter from the Ziyang Sect stated that the opponent has 'ten Peak Nascent Soul Stage' experts presiding over them.”

“Although I don't believe such nonsense, there is no smoke without fire. If that Hehuan Sect truly is the remnant of that demonic gate from eight hundred years ago and has some strange trump cards or experts, wouldn't we be asking for trouble by rushing in blindly?”

As he spoke, Elder Chu stopped the flying boat, hovering in the clouds with the intention of observing:

“My life is very precious. If you want to go, you go; I will stay here to provide backup.”

Zhao Wuji cursed the old fox in his heart.

This old thing usually acts all powerful in the Sect, but when it counts, he's more afraid of death than anyone.

But he had to drag Elder Chu down with him now; otherwise, as a mere Late Stage Golden Core, if the Hehuan Sect really had something, wouldn't he be going to his death?

“Elder Chu.”

Zhao Wuji suddenly changed his expression, a sinister smile curling at the corners of his mouth as he lowered his voice:

“Are you really not going?”

“If that bitch Ye Qingcheng returns to the Holy Land alive, or if she reveals what happened back then...”

“Not only will I and the current Saintess Murong Xue be finished, but you, old man... I'm afraid you won't be able to stay out of it either, right?”

Elder Chu's face darkened, killing intent flashing in his eyes: “What do you mean? Are you threatening me?”

Zhao Wuji was not afraid at all; instead, he took a step closer and whispered:

“Elder Chu, the matter of you and Xue'er privately preaching Dao in the Forbidden Ground of the back mountain... although secret, it's not like nobody knows.”

“If the Holy Lord finds out that you, the grand Elder of the Hall of Punishment, actually with the Saintess...”

“Shut up!!”

Elder Chu's old face instantly turned the color of pig liver, and a terrifying pressure erupted, nearly pinning Zhao Wuji to the ground.

This was his biggest leverage! It was also his most fatal weakness!

It was because of this that Murong Xue and Zhao Wuji were able to get him to directly cripple Ye Qingcheng!

If this matter were exposed, let alone his position as an Elder, for the sake of the Holy Land's reputation, the Holy Lord would personally clean house!

Against the pressure, Zhao Wuji still wore that punchable smile:

“Calm your anger, Elder Chu. We are grasshoppers on the same rope.”

“As long as we destroy the Hehuan Sect and kill Ye Qingcheng, this will remain a secret forever.”

“Besides, that Ye Qingcheng is a top-grade beauty. If we catch her alive... hehe, then we can...”

Elder Chu took a deep breath, the killing intent in his eyes slowly receding, replaced by helplessness and ruthlessness.

He was being manipulated.

Completely manipulated by this pair of adulterous lovers.

“Good, very good.”

Elder Chu said through gritted teeth:

“I will accompany you.”

“However, we cannot rush directly into the Hehuan Sect. We'll go to the Ziyang Sect first.”

“First, we'll find Yang Dingtian to find out if those 'ten Nascent Souls' are real or fake. If they're fake... hmph, I will certainly extract the souls and refine the spirits of everyone in that Hehuan Sect!”

A flash of joy appeared in Zhao Wuji's eyes: “I will follow your arrangements, Elder!”

...

The scene shifted to the back mountain of the Hehuan Sect.

[Yin Yang Creation Spirit Spring]

White mist curled and lingered, and the spirit spring water was as warm as jade, emitting an enticing fragrance.

Wang Yang leaned against the jade stone at the edge of the pool, his eyes slightly closed, enjoying this rare moment of comfort.

Suddenly, the sound of water rippled.

A pair of soft, boneless hands gently pressed onto his shoulders, kneading with just the right amount of force.

“Husband, does it feel good?”

Ye Qingcheng's voice sounded in his ear, carrying a hint of moist warmth, making him feel tingly.

Wang Yang opened his eyes to see Ye Qingcheng wearing only a semi-transparent thin gauze. The fabric, soaked by the spirit spring, clung tightly to her body, outlining breathtakingly perfect curves.

“It feels good, yes...”

Wang Yang reached back and grabbed her small hand, pulling her into his arms and letting her sit on his lap, smiling wickedly:

“However, if Qingcheng could repay your husband more deeply, it would feel even better.”

Ye Qingcheng's face instantly turned bright red, like a peach blossom in full bloom.

She recalled Wang Yang's domineering declaration earlier about “collecting with interest,” and her heart was filled with emotion and love.

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, having met a man willing to oppose an entire Holy Land for her sake, what did she have left to hold back?

“Husband...”

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were silky with desire as she wrapped her arms around Wang Yang's neck and proactively offered a sweet kiss:

“As long as husband likes it, Qingcheng... is willing to do anything.”

Ripples began to spread across the surface of the spirit spring.

It was the great harmony of life, the true essence of the Yin and Yang Dao.

Just as the two were getting into the spirit of things, preparing to discuss Chapter 3, Section 5 of the Supreme Yin-Yang Creation Scripture in the spirit spring.

Whoosh—! Bang!

A purple sword light descended crookedly from the sky, crashing hard into a nearby crooked-neck tree.

Immediately after, a petite figure fell from the tree, landing right on the grass by the spirit spring.

“Ouch! Ow, ow, ow...”

Lin Xiaowan rubbed her bottom, still holding the purple lightning azure frost sword that was sparking with electricity.

Ever since this girl drank the enlightenment tea and grasped a trace of Lightning Sword Intent, she had been thinking about sword-riding flight all day long.

It's just that occasionally her “brakes would fail,” resulting in a crash!

“Eh?”

Lin Xiaowan looked up and happened to see the two figures tightly entwined in the spirit spring.

“Revered Master? Mistress Sister?”

“What are you doing?”

Lin Xiaowan blinked her large eyes, intentionally feigning a face of “innocence” as she asked:

“Are you Cultivating some powerful underwater technique? I want to learn too!”

“Cough, cough, cough!”

Wang Yang almost choked to death on his own saliva.

Ye Qingcheng was so ashamed she wanted to dive straight to the bottom of the water, burying her face in Wang Yang's chest, not daring to look up.

“Xiao Wan!”

Wang Yang glared at the girl!

“Why are you flying around recklessly again? What if you damage the flowers and grass?”

“Hehe, don't be angry, Revered Master.”

Lin Xiaowan was thick-skinned and wasn't afraid at all.

She tossed her sword aside and, like a cheerful little duck, jumped into the spirit spring with a splash, creating a huge spray of water.

“Wow! The water is so warm!”

She swam to Wang Yang's side, looked at the red-faced Ye Qingcheng, and giggled:

“Mistress Sister Qingcheng, your face is so red. Is the water too hot?”

“Or could it be...”

Lin Xiaowan leaned into Wang Yang's ear. Though she seemed ignorant, her cunning eyes betrayed her:

“Is Revered Master passing power to Mistress?”

“I've reached the Eighth Level of Foundation Establishment and hit a Bottleneck. Revered Master... why don't you help pass some power to me too?”

As she spoke, the girl actually mimicked Ye Qingcheng, hanging onto Wang Yang's back like a koala. That startling elasticity made Wang Yang gasp.

A wolf in front, a tiger behind.

Wang Yang felt the pain of being attacked from both sides, yet the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

“Fine, fine, fine.”

“Since you are both so eager to learn.”

“Then Revered Master will sacrifice himself today and give you both an intensive tutoring session!”

“Ah! Revered Master is a baddie!”

“Don't... don't tickle there... Hahahaha...”

In the spirit spring, the scenery was boundless with spring color, and the sounds of laughter startled the birds in the forest.

As for those two unlucky fellows who were on their way...

Who cared?

Enjoy first, talk later!

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