Wen Yu had no idea that the person he was holding was waiting to die. As he continued, he sensed something was wrong and grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulling her head up: "A Li?"

But Yan Li was already on the verge of death, so how could he possibly respond to Wen Yu's calls?

In a daze, Yan Li seemed to see her past life, and the life before that, and the life before that...

I saw the mocking smiles on their faces, I saw the swords they drew at me, and I saw them swarming towards me after I fell...

It seemed that no matter what she did, she would never be able to reach the realm of immortality.

And what awaits her is only death, life after life.

Neuropathy!

She was already exhausted, and when Wen Yu pulled her like that, she was like a spineless cat, letting him do as he pleased.

The blood on Yan Li's lips hadn't been wiped away, and her fair face was covered in cold sweat from the pain. She was curled up, her fingers weakly gripping his sleeve.

Wen Yu paused for a brief moment.

It was only for a moment.

He picked her up and stood up.

After glancing at the pit, he turned around and carried Yan Li back to the warm room on the main peak.

The moment Wen Yu left, the corpse in the pit shattered completely, as if it had been severely injured.

...

In the warm room, Wen Yu, climbing onto Yan Li's bed, called out softly, her fingers trembling slightly as she untied her sash and removed her blood-stained outer garment.

“Ali…”

At this moment, Wen Yu's feelings were complicated. Her remaining rationality told her that she shouldn't do this. He was her master, and it shouldn't be him.

But his fingers seemed to be frozen in place, his fingertips resting on the skin of her shoulder, unable to be pulled back, and even wanting to do something even more outrageous.

'Who else could it be but you?'

'Wen Yu, have you gone mad from cultivating immortality? Are you just going to watch her die from your own poison?'

Or do you want to watch her whisper sweet nothings and be intimate with other men beneath her?

'Can you tolerate this?'

'You won't even spare a dead person, how can you tolerate a living one?'

'Don't be silly, you're saving her, not hurting her, what are you hesitating for...'

That inner demon had somehow taken root in Wen Yu's heart again. Looking at Yan Li, whose life force was about to be exhausted, her tone was full of arrogance:

'If you really don't want to, why don't I take your place? She's a beauty, after all, and I can't bear to part with her...'

This time, before the inner demon could finish speaking, Wen Yu made a hand seal, found it without hesitation, and crushed it to pieces.

He already appeared to be completely unaffected by any manipulation.

However, if Yan Li were to open his eyes now, he would find that his eyes were red and the smile on his lips looked extremely strange.

Judging from this, he was probably provoked by the words of his inner demons.

Wen Yu remained silent for a moment, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

He really couldn't accept the presence of another man in Yan Li's life, especially a man who would have an intimate relationship with her.

Just thinking about the unspeakable scenarios that might occur in the future made him want to draw his sword and kill her, then lock her up on the mountain.

Having seen through his own thoughts, Wen Yu's eyes were once again tinged with worldly emotions. Despite being accustomed to life and death, he now had the urge to intervene.

Gazing at Yan Li's smooth back, he slowly closed his eyes, suppressing the most absurd thought in his mind, and once again spoke to guide her.

"Ah Li, didn't you want to become an immortal?"

"I will help Ali one more time. Ali, please don't let me down again."

He ultimately failed to take advantage of the situation.

Moreover, the most important thing now is to help her detoxify.

Yan Li, who had just heard the sound, did not take it seriously. She even frowned with some impatience, wondering why she had to die so uneasy.

Is this her retribution for taking revenge?

But the voice did not stop as time passed, and her wandering consciousness gradually returned.

The heart, which was about to stop beating, trembled for a moment and then started beating again.

She suddenly realized.

She doesn't seem to be dead yet?

Yan Li wanted to open her eyes to see what was going on, but her eyelids felt as heavy as if they weighed a million pounds.

Not long after.

The pain in my body gradually subsided.

Gradually, it fades into nothingness.

But something seems off?

Yan Li didn't even have time to feel relieved.

At her spiritual altar, a familiar yet domineering spiritual force rushed in, like a ferocious beast, beginning to occupy territory that did not belong to it, forcing her to retreat again and again, yet still not satisfied.

It was as if it wanted to devour her whole.

However, if she remembered correctly, this was a type of dual cultivation—spiritual cultivation! And it was the kind where one side was suppressing her cultivation.

Although spiritual cultivation is different from other forms of dual cultivation in that it doesn't involve as much physical contact, it's not that different.

Where the body is located, the spiritual consciousness of a cultivator is more important.

The most daunting aspect of spiritual practice is the need to be wary of whether the other party harbors ulterior motives.

Otherwise, it's one thing to become an idiot, but if you become a furnace or cauldron, a tool for the other party to cultivate and improve their cultivation, then your life will have been wasted.

Yan Li was self-aware, but the thought of who this person was who was doing spiritual cultivation with her made her feel uneasy.

Realizing that her condition had improved, she couldn't help but try to use her spiritual power to interrupt the attack. However, every time her spiritual power emerged, before it could even entangle the other party, it would be swallowed whole.

Like a glutton that can never get enough to eat.

It's never going to end.

At this moment, Wen Yu was in a good mood. Yan Li's resistance was too insignificant. To him, it was like playing around and joking around, posing no threat whatsoever.

It was almost like flirting.

It made him want more.

But considering Yan Li's current level of cultivation, Wen Yu had no choice but to restrain herself and not dare to be too presumptuous.

Meanwhile, thunderclouds rose again on the main peak.

Upon hearing the noise, Yan Li instinctively wanted to shrink into a safe place, while Wen Yu, whose spiritual connection with her was intertwined, also keenly sensed her emotions.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Li was tightly embraced by Wen Yu.

"Don't be afraid, your master is here." He pulled the person into his arms, but his spiritual sense did not withdraw. After sensing Yan Li's fear, he raised his eyes slightly and looked outside.

Wen Yu picked up an outer robe, wrapped it tightly around her, and then carried her out.

In an instant, thunder roared. They were fully prepared, but unexpectedly, Wen Yu did not retreat for a long time under the thunderclouds.

"Let's begin."

His calm tone showed no fear whatsoever, as if shielding someone from a lightning strike was a trivial matter.

But this person is Wen Yu.

He was Wen Yu, who had clearly reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, yet could disperse thunderclouds with a mere wave of his hand; no one could force him to undergo tribulation.

Now, however, he has to stand up for someone abandoned by the heavens.

This is practically defying the heavens!