63: Fierce? How fierce can it be?

Lu Yi's "innocent" finishing blow.

Leng Ningshuang's "betrayal" of throwing herself into his arms.

These things drove Wu Yang completely insane.

He no longer had any pretense, nor any scruples.

"Lu Yi! I'll kill you!"

He roared, and the Cave Heaven Realm spiritual power he had just broken through with erupted without reservation!

"Revered Master is mine!"

Facing this sudden change, Lu Yi only pretended to struggle as he slightly pushed away the delirious and seductive Leng Ningshuang in his arms.

He spoke to her in a "heartbroken" tone, his voice deep:

"Sister Ningshuang, wake up! Your Disciple... he's gone mad!"

Perhaps Wu Yang's overwhelming Killing Intent stimulated Leng Ningshuang.

Her blurred consciousness was suddenly jolted.

However, this intense mental stimulation caused the already ignited feverish medicinal power within her to clash violently with the extreme cold energy of her "extreme cold fiend physique" in an unprecedented way!

A duality of ice and fire!

"Ugh..."

Leng Ningshuang felt as if half of her body was being roasted in lava, while the other half was frozen in ten-thousand-year profound ice.

The unspeakable, terrifying sensation of being torn apart made her unable to even let out a scream.

With only a muffled groan, she completely lost consciousness and slumped softly toward Lu Yi.

Lu Yi caught her.

Then, he looked up, meeting the approaching Wu Yang with eyes full of "disappointment" and "righteousness."

"Wu Yang!"

He shook his head and sighed, shouting loudly:

"You are rebellious and treacherous, drugging your Revered Master, and now you even want to commit murder to silence me!"

"Today, I shall clear the sect on behalf of Sister Ningshuang!"

As his voice fell, Lu Yi no longer hid his strength.

The terrifying pressure of the Guiyi Realm descended with a bang!

With a flash of his body, he easily dodged Wu Yang's resentful strike, which was filled with overwhelming rage but also riddled with openings.

Amidst Wu Yang's eyes filled with resentment and shock.

Lu Yi's palm, like a ghost, lightly pressed against his Dantian.

Boom!

Pure Astral Immortal Power instantly flooded in!

It was like crushing dry weeds!

Wu Yang felt as if his Dantian had been struck by a star.

All his Meridians and Foundation were completely destroyed under this single palm strike!

Like a dead dog with its bones removed, he collapsed to the ground.

He no longer even had the strength to move a finger.

At that moment, a charming and somewhat playful voice came from the entrance of the courtyard.

Chu Qianqian had already arrived in the courtyard at some unknown time.

She was leaning against the doorframe, smiling seductively and clapping her hands gently.

"My, my, what a wonderful play of 'the hero saving the beauty'!"

Her gaze swept back and forth between Lu Yi and the unconscious Leng Ningshuang in his arms.

"Holy Son Lu, congratulations, you've finally gotten what you wanted."

Lu Yi ignored her teasing words.

He glanced down at the unconscious Wu Yang on the ground and casually instructed Chu Qianqian:

"Drag him out; he's an eyesore."

Hearing this, Chu Qianqian curled her lip and was about to step forward to throw out Wu Yang, who had become a complete waste.

"Wait..."

Lu Yi suddenly called out to her again:

"...Actually, leave him here."

"Hmm?"

Chu Qianqian was stunned for a moment.

But she immediately understood the deeper meaning behind Lu Yi's words.

She couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle, her body trembling with laughter as she said:

"Teehee... Holy Son Lu, you really have... a wicked sense of humor."

Did he want this poor Disciple to witness with his own ears what was about to happen?

"The feeling is mutual..."

Lu Yi guessed that the Medicinal Pill must have been given by her, and he made a faint remark.

He said no more, bent down, and picked up the completely unconscious Leng Ningshuang, whose body was alternating between hot and cold and who looked incredibly seductive.

As he walked toward the bedroom whose door had just been kicked open by Wu Yang.

Lu Yi turned his head and said to Chu Qianqian, who was still standing there:

"What, you don't plan on leaving? Or... do you want to come along and learn a thing or two?"

Chu Qianqian naturally understood what he meant, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch violently.

She ranted wildly in her heart:

"Is this guy doing it on purpose? Why does it feel like he's more like someone from our Hehuan Sect than I am?!"

She huffed, crossed her arms, and said irritably:

"I have no interest in that."

"However..."

That playful smile appeared on her face again as she kindly reminded him:

"You'd better be careful. The medicine I gave that kid is very potent. Don't blame me for not warning you when the time comes..."

"Fierce?"

Lu Yi smiled disdainfully:

"How fierce can it be?"

He ignored this enchantress who loved to see the world in chaos.

Carrying Leng Ningshuang in his arms, he walked straight into the bedroom under Chu Qianqian's playful gaze.

With a "thud," he used his foot to close the damaged door once more... In the courtyard, Chu Qianqian stared at the closed door.

Then she turned her head and looked at Wu Yang, who was unconscious on the ground like a dead dog.

She curled her lip and muttered somewhat dissatisfiedly:

"Passing out just like that, how boring..."

Thinking to herself, she walked forward with seductive steps and picked Wu Yang up with one hand, as if he were a chick.

She dragged Wu Yang all the way to the closed bedroom door.

She adjusted his position, making him sit against the wall, facing the door.

Then, she tapped her fingertip, and a stream of spiritual power entered Wu Yang's body, casting a "Body-Fixing Technique" to ensure he couldn't move.

"How can a good show start without an audience?"

After finishing all this, she flicked her finger again, and a weak stream of spiritual power stimulated Wu Yang's Divine Soul, waking him from his coma.

Seeing Wu Yang's dazed, dilated pupils and his eyes that couldn't focus immediately, Chu Qianqian smiled with satisfaction.

"Hehe... the show is starting. You better listen carefully~"

With that, her figure flashed and she completely disappeared from the messy courtyard.

Leaving behind Wu Yang, whose Dantian was destroyed, whose body was fixed, and whose consciousness was gradually clearing, about to witness with his own ears everything happening inside the bedroom.

Wu Yang's mind was still somewhat blank at this moment, not knowing what was about to happen.