234: You're jealous? The Dragon Girl would be a good ingredient.

Qin Wushang looked down at the wound on his chest, which was sizzling with black mist, his brows furrowed tightly.

"This thing... is it poisonous?"

"It is not poison."

Mu Bingyun's voice was as cold and clear as an ice spring.

"It is a strange energy; if you are in contact with it for too long, you will slowly turn into the kind of monster from just now."

She walked two steps closer, her plain white skirt brushing against the gravel on the ground, her gaze falling on his wound.

"This pitch-black energy is called Annihilation Energy."

"Any living being that touches it will be completely alienated, becoming a monster that only knows how to devour others and claims to be eternally indestructible."

Qin Wushang extended his index finger and gently pulled apart the flesh at the wound.

Wisps of black mist immediately surged out, wrapping around his fingertips, carrying a heart-palpitating aura.

"I originally thought it was Devilish Qi."

He whispered.

This aura was too similar to that giant hand that had once covered the sky and sun, as if they originated from the same source.

He once thought it was the legendary Demon Race.

"Annihilation Energy... what exactly is it?"

He asked again.

"I do not know."

Mu Bingyun shook her head, a trace of gravity flashing in her eyes.

"Ancient records have very little documentation, and I only happened to know of their existence by chance."

"I did not expect to encounter it here."

She also knew of the existence of this thing in her previous life.

According to the timeline, it would appear several hundred years later; she did not expect that after being reborn...

This thing had actually appeared ahead of schedule!

Fortunately, the one they encountered was not powerful, and they could destroy it using the Heavenly Tribulation.

Qin Wushang suddenly remembered the old story that Xia Ziwei had mentioned, and his heart trembled.

"Could that so-called destruction of the world be related to it?"

"Destruction of the world?"

Mu Bingyun raised her eyes, her gaze reflecting his furrowed brows.

"What are you referring to?"

"The Primordial Nine Heavens."

Qin Wushang circulated his Cultivation Technique, attempting to refine the black mist with indestructible runes, but was instead devoured by it.

"I once encountered an extremely ancient remnant soul inside a treasure; it said that the world was originally not the Five Domains and Two Heavens, but the Primordial Nine Heavens."

"Later, the world-destroying tribulation descended, the Nine Heavens collapsed, and it became what it is today."

"...Unheard of."

Mu Bingyun said softly.

In the future she knew, the one who destroyed the world was Qin Wushang, who had reached the pinnacle, not some Annihilation Energy.

That thing was terrifying, but in front of a Great Emperor who held the Mandate of Heaven, it could only be destroyed.

However, in this life, there seemed to be more and more variables.

Qin Wushang's rise was faster, and even this kind of strange thing had appeared early.

"It seems that this world has more secrets than we imagined."

Qin Wushang smiled bitterly and looked at his chest.

"How should this thing be cleared away?"

Mu Bingyun did not answer, but suddenly raised her hand, her cool fingertips lightly touching the edge of his wound.

Qin Wushang trembled slightly.

"Do not move."

She whispered, ice-blue lightning blooming from her palm.

That was the residual power of the Heavenly Tribulation, as fine as silk, drilling into his flesh and blood, clashing fiercely with the pitch-black energy, emitting a faint sizzling sound.

"I just finished crossing the tribulation, and there is still a lingering resonance of the Heavenly Thunder in my body."

"Relax your defenses and let it cleanse you."

Her fingers were cold, but the lightning was scorching.

Qin Wushang lowered his eyes, able to see her focused side profile, her long eyelashes drooping, casting shallow shadows under her eyes.

The last trace of black mist was swallowed by the thunder, vigorous vitality surged from his body, and the wound healed quickly as before.

"Thank you."

He said in a low voice.

Mu Bingyun withdrew her hand, but did not move away, instead gently holding his wrist.

Her fingertips brushed across his palm, bringing a slight itch.

"Between you and me, there is no need to thank."

She looked up at him, her gaze as clear as a mirror.

"I have said that I will make you fall in love with me, not just physical infatuation, but also your heart."

"Only in this way can you truly help me fully experience the seven emotions and six desires, and ascend to the pinnacle of the Dao."

She said it frankly and directly, as if stating something that was the most natural thing in the world.

Qin Wushang laughed: "You really never hide anything."

"I am not a coy person by nature."

Mu Bingyun's lips curled slightly, but she tightened her grip on his hand, continuing: "Since I want to use you for cultivation, it is natural to be honest and open."

"Young Master Qin!"

A call came from the distance, and several Prodigies flew closer.

The leading woman was dressed in snow-white clothing with a cold and clear appearance; this was Leng Rushuang from the Snow God Palace of the Far North Snow Region.

She bowed respectfully: "I am Leng Rushuang of the Snow God Palace, thank you, Young Master and Fairy, for intervening to save us, otherwise we would surely have become blood food for that monster."

The others also chimed in, their words sincere.

"Yes! Thank you both for saving us!"

"Young Master Qin and Fairy's great kindness will never be forgotten by us, please accept our bow."

Before Qin Wushang could speak, Mu Bingyun had already taken a step sideways, blocking him by half a step without a trace, her voice cold and distant: "If expressing gratitude is only limited to words, then there is no need to say anything."

"If you truly want to thank us, you might as well offer something tangible."

"Imperial weapons, Immortal weapons, or something like that, start with a few, that would show sincerity."

Leng Rushuang was stunned, a trace of embarrassment flashing across her face.

She did not expect that this beautiful woman would be such a person.

Opening her mouth to ask for Imperial weapons, or even Immortal weapons.

Is this something you can just give if you want to?

I am afraid that all of them present together are not worth as much as one Imperial weapon.

Mu Bingyun had already turned to Qin Wushang, her voice dropping a few degrees, audible only to him.

"...I do not like the way she looks at you."

Qin Wushang's eyebrows twitched: "Are you jealous?"

"Yes."

She answered concisely, the clear light in her eyes condensing slightly.

"You are the person I have chosen, so naturally I will not allow others to covet you easily."

"Although I know I cannot stop all women from approaching, those that I can stop, I will not let a single one get through."

Mu Bingyun said it very directly.

Chu Yuehua is a special person who already has Karma with Qin Wushang, so she cannot stop her.

But like Leng Rushuang who wants to come up and get close...

She can still help keep them at bay.

She paused, then said softly: "Moreover, jealousy is also a kind of cultivation, and I do not resist it."

Her cultivation is to enjoy the seven emotions and six desires.

Jealousy is also an emotion, so naturally, it is also a kind of cultivation.

Qin Wushang shook his head and laughed, just about to say something, when he saw Lin Jiuyang and the Sword Demon walking from the distance.

Beside them followed a tall, curvaceous woman in red, who was the transformed Dragon girl Ao Qingli.

"Young Master."

Lin Jiuyang and the Sword Demon cupped their hands in salute.

Qin Wushang nodded, his gaze falling on Ao Qingli.

Even though she was bound by the Restriction, her back remained straight, her chin slightly raised, and her crimson-gold vertical pupils stared coldly at him, full of defiance.

"Release me."

She spoke, her voice like metal striking stone, carrying the unique majesty and arrogance of the Dragon Clan.

"I am the Saintess of the True Dragon clan; there is no reason to submit to the Human Race. If you force me to stay, you will surely be hunted by the Dragon Clan, and the loss will outweigh the gain."

Qin Wushang chuckled, walking slowly closer, stopping only when he was one step away from her: "What if I don't release you?"

Ao Qingli's crimson eyes burned with rage, and the aura of a Dragon faintly surged around her: "Then we shall perish together!"

"I, Ao Qingli, was born a Dragon and will die a Dragon soul; I am not a worm, how could I bow my head to a mere Human?"

"Interesting."

Qin Wushang looked her over with interest, then suddenly turned his head to look at Mu Bingyun, asking indifferently: "Bingyun, do you want to eat Dragon meat?"

"If you want to, I will use a knife to pierce through her lower body, place it over a fire to roast slowly; it would also be a delicacy."

"The Saintess of the Dragon Clan must have tender meat; one could even skip the marinating, it is a good ingredient."

Mu Bingyun's eyes flickered, her lips curving slightly: "Sounds good."

"I do want to try your cooking."

Ao Qingli's pupils shrank, and the phantom of dragon scales suddenly appeared all over her body, shouting angrily: "You dare!"

"You can try and see if I dare."

Qin Wushang's smile gradually cooled, but there was no laughter in the depths of his eyes.