79: Chapter 79 The White Moonlight Goddess

"Urgh..."

Ye Fan felt a thick taste of blood rolling in his throat, his knees grinding against the cracks in the ground with a harsh, grating sound.

The Nascent Soul Stage pressure suppressing him from above was like molten iron poured over his bones, making it impossible for him to even muster the instinct to look away.

On the wooded path outside, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the canopy, dappling the two figures.

Gu Yi ignored the mouse cowering in the dark corner. He withdrew his gaze and refocused all his attention on the stunning medical immortal in his arms.

"Shuyao."

Gu Yi whispered softly, his strong, sturdy arms wrapping around Valley Master Yan Shuyao's slender waist, which could be spanned by a single hand, as he took a half-step forward with her.

This half-step was just enough to gently press Valley Master Yan Shuyao's voluptuous, soft body against the massive, moss-covered rock beside them.

Thud.

A dull impact sound, not particularly loud.

For Valley Master Yan Shuyao, who had fallen in love, this was merely a playful, slightly domineering gesture from Gu Yi.

Her back pressed against the cold, rough rock, while before her was Gu Yi's hot, broad chest. This sensation of ice and fire intertwining made her breathing involuntarily quicken, and the flush on her cheeks spread instantly to her earlobes.

But when this soft thud transmitted through the thick stone wall into the interior of the cave,

To Ye Fan, who was pressed tightly against the inner side of the rock, it was no different from a Nine Heavens divine thunder exploding deep within his Divine Soul!

He could even clearly feel the soft, warm vibration of a woman's body emanating from the surface of the rock he was pressed against.

That was his White Moonlight, the perfect goddess he had sworn to move and conquer with a hundred-thousand-year Immortal Plant after his Nascent Soul Breakthrough! At this moment, she was actually being pressed against a spot only a stone's throw away from him by another man in such an aggressive posture!

"Young Master Gu..."

Valley Master Yan Shuyao tilted her head back slightly, her watery, beautiful eyes shimmering with a dazed luster.

In this deep, secluded forest, being pressed against the rock wall so forcefully by the man she loved, the dignified and reserved burden she carried as a Valley Master was completely cast aside, replaced by an indescribable palpitation and infatuation.

She reached out with her jade-white hands, fairer than snow, and climbed onto Gu Yi's broad shoulders, her fingertips pressing slightly as she gripped the fabric of his green robe.

Gu Yi lowered his head, his deep gaze fixed on those two moist, red lips slightly parted in nervousness.

Without the slightest hesitation, he leaned down and kissed her heavily.

Gu Yi's aura was domineering and scorching, instantly sweeping over all of Valley Master Yan Shuyao's senses.

"Mmm..."

A soft, melodious moan mixed with shyness and passion escaped from Valley Master Yan Shuyao's lips.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly like butterfly wings. In the throes of passion, not only did she not shy away, but she took the initiative to extend her tongue, responding to Gu Yi's kiss with clumsy yet incredibly intense fervor.

A breeze brushed through the dense forest; the surroundings were so quiet that not a single insect or bird could be heard.

Because of this, the moist sounds of their lips entwining, along with Valley Master Yan Shuyao's breathing, which grew heavy and delicate with panting, were infinitely amplified in this empty forest.

These sounds traveled through the cracks in the rock, piercing through the illusory formation that was as good as non-existent, and like countless steel needles dipped in lethal poison, they densely stabbed into Ye Fan's eardrums.

Ye Fan's bloodshot eyes seemed ready to bulge out of their sockets.

He stared fixedly at the scene outside the barrier.

He saw Valley Master Yan Shuyao's jade hands, which in his memory were always holding silver needles and were holy and inviolable, now tightly clutching the man's neck.

He saw Valley Master Yan Shuyao's high-coiled bun come undone during the kiss, three thousand strands of black hair cascading like a waterfall into the man's arms. He saw even more: this bright moon above the Nine Heavens was softening into a pool of spring water in that man's embrace, allowing him to do as he pleased.

"No... don't... stop... I beg you, stop..."

Ye Fan wailed crazily in his heart, his Soul emitting a heart-wrenching roar.

He would rather have his head lopped off by a sword, or be sliced into a thousand pieces, than be like this—like a locked-up stray dog, watching the deity in his heart fall into the mortal dust in someone else's arms!

The small green bottle that he never left his chest, used for accelerating growth, felt as cold as cold iron at this moment.

Behind him, the Nine Nether Yellow Springs grass, which was about to reach the ten-thousand-year mark, still emitted an alluring purple fluorescence, but in Ye Fan's eyes, it had already become a complete joke.

What ten-thousand-year Immortal Plant? What Heaven-Defying destiny?

So what if he really reached the Nascent Soul Stage?

So what if he really presented this Immortal Plant to Valley Master Yan Shuyao?

This woman, this soft and alluring body, this heart full of love, had long since belonged entirely to the man outside! He, Ye Fan, from beginning to end, didn't even have the qualifications to leave a trace in this woman's heart!

Outside the rock.

Gu Yi slowly ended this long and fiery kiss.

Their lips parted, pulling out a thin, ambiguous silver thread.

Valley Master Yan Shuyao leaned in Gu Yi's arms, her chest heaving violently as she gasped for fresh air. Her fair cheeks were so red they seemed ready to drip water, and the passion in her eyes was almost enough to drown someone.

"Shuyao, you are so beautiful."

Gu Yi's long, slender fingers gently caressed her rosy lips, his voice carrying a hint of just the right amount of huskiness and infatuation.

This simple love talk completely pierced through the last trace of shyness deep in Valley Master Yan Shuyao's heart.

She pressed her burning cheek against Gu Yi's chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat, and hugged his waist even tighter with both hands.

"Young Master Gu..."

Valley Master Yan Shuyao's voice was soft and enchanting to the bone, carrying a hint of panting from the recent kiss, as she whispered slowly in the deep, dense forest.

"Shuyao... from body to heart, I am already completely yours. Whatever you, Young Master, wish to do, wherever you wish to go, I will follow you, without a single complaint..."

This explicit confession, full of affection and even a hint of humble pleading, was transmitted with absolute clarity into the interior of the cave.

Crack—!

A crisp cracking sound resounded thunderously deep within Ye Fan's Divine Soul.

"Pfft—!"

Ye Fan violently spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs. In those eyes filled with despair and dead ash, two lines of striking blood tears rolled down his cheeks, dripping onto the cold stone floor of the cave, a shocking sight.

He stopped struggling and no longer tried to mobilize his true Qi.

His body, imprisoned by the pressure, seemed to have lost all vitality, like a walking corpse drained of its Soul, with only the blood tears continuously welling from his eye sockets, recounting the torment in his heart that was ten thousand times more painful than being sliced to death.

Gu Yi, while holding the stunning medical immortal who breathed like orchids and was full of affection, used the corner of his eye to look with cold mockery, piercing through the illusory formation barrier, to appreciate the miserable state of the Gou Dao-style protagonist behind the rock who had completely collapsed.

[Ding! System has detected a key plot point!]

[Determination: The Host has successfully used the 'Face-to-Face Plunder' method to completely shatter the core Dao Heart and spiritual pillar of the Gou Dao-style Child of Destiny, 'Ye Fan'. His Heavenly Dao Luck has been completely stripped away, and his Luck Halo has been extinguished!]

[Congratulations to the Host for completing the extremely rare 'Kill the Person, Punish the Heart' achievement, obtaining an excess stage reward: Villain Points +5000!]

Listening to the notification of this massive influx of Villain Points, a flash of satisfied, dark light flickered in Gu Yi's deep black eyes.

He gently patted Valley Master Yan Shuyao's soft, boneless back, slightly lifting her from his arms. Looking at her stunning face, covered in a flush and still immersed in the afterglow, a gentle smile curled the corners of Gu Yi's mouth.

"The wind here is a bit cold."

Gu Yi reached out to tidy her disheveled hair, his voice returning to that gentle and considerate tone that felt like a spring breeze.

"You have just achieved the Soul Transformation Breakthrough, and your Realm still needs to be completely stabilized. Be good, go wait for me in the pavilion outside the dense forest. I have a bit of a cleanliness obsession; I can't stand those weeds growing in dark corners. Once I clean up this area and dig out that so-called 'rare Spiritual Plant', I will go to meet you."

Immersed in happiness and obedience, how could Valley Master Yan Shuyao suspect the deep meaning in Gu Yi's words?

She only thought that Young Master Gu was concerned for her, not wanting her to suffer in this desolate back mountain.

"Mmm, Shuyao will listen to Young Master Gu."

Valley Master Yan Shuyao nodded obediently, looked at Gu Yi with eyes full of reluctance, and then turned away lingeringly, lifting her green skirt as she walked lightly along the path she came from towards the pavilion on the outskirts of the dense forest.

Gu Yi stood with his hands behind his back.

Until Valley Master Yan Shuyao's dignified and graceful figure completely disappeared around the corner of the dense forest, and her aura could no longer be detected here.

The gentleness on Gu Yi's face vanished without a trace in an instant.

He slowly turned around, facing the massive, moss-covered rock.

In those deep, black eyes, cold as an abyss, surged undisguised, bone-chilling killing intent and the indifference of looking down upon an ant.