A hint of red flashed in Rong Hang's eyes, and the spiritual energy around him could no longer be suppressed and suddenly exploded in the room.

The sofa was overturned, the bed was moved nearly half a meter towards the window, and the whole room was a mess, with all the decorations scattered on the floor.

The loud noise attracted the agent next door, who immediately came over and knocked on the door, his voice somewhat anxious: "What's wrong?"

If anything happens to Rong Hang, he will be held responsible and may even be held accountable by the Rong family.

Rong Hang's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat, "It's nothing."

How could nothing be wrong?! The agent was even more anxious, banging on the door repeatedly.

The loud knocking woke up the other guests on the same floor. Someone opened the door, and an angry voice came from inside: "Are you trying to wake me up?! What are you doing! Can't a person get any sleep?!"

Rong Hang heard everything clearly from inside the house. He tried his best to control his ever-increasing spiritual power, clenching his teeth until the veins on his temples bulged.

With all his might, Rong Hang opened the door. Before the manager could even be surprised, he knocked her unconscious with a wave of his hand. Then, she floated up into the air and landed on the bed.

The agent lay down on the bed, breathing steadily and shallowly, seemingly having fallen into a deep sleep.

The next second, Rong Hang's figure disappeared from the room, leaving only the distortion of space caused by the torn scroll.

Jiang Yixing's eyes widened as Rong Hang suddenly appeared behind Ningzhou.

Ningzhou also sensed something was wrong and wanted to turn around for a look, but as soon as he turned his head, he felt an irresistible drowsiness welling up from the bottom of his heart.

Ningzhou opened his mouth, as if to say something, but fell to the ground.

Jiang Yixing supported Ningzhou's head to prevent him from hitting it, then looked up at Rong Hang who had suddenly appeared.

Rong Hang's aura was chaotic, and a red glint flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Yixing frowned deeply, looking like this…

"What happened?"

Jiang Yixing stepped forward and placed two fingers close to Rong Hang's neck.

Rong Hang suddenly reached out and grasped Jiang Yixing's fingers.

Jiang Yixing tried to pull it out, but couldn't. Rong Hang seemed to have used all his strength, and Jiang Yixing felt a slight pain in his fingers.

She ignored the pain and instead took a closer look at Rong Hang's condition.

His spiritual energy surged forth, and his cultivation level soared from the Golden Core stage to the peak of the Golden Core stage. He was just one opportunity away from breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage.

However, this is not a good thing.

Most of the spiritual energy in Rong Hang's body was misaligned, and some was even flowing against the flow of his veins. Now, his meridians were damaged in many places, which was clearly a sign of demonic possession.

Jiang Yixing felt overwhelmed and even panicked.

Rong Hang's current situation is too similar to the time when he was possessed by a demon.

Rong Hang's eyes looked even deeper at this moment. He gradually moved closer to Jiang Yixing, and with his other hand, he put his arm around Jiang Yixing's back and pressed her hard into his arms.

Jiang Yixing pressed close to Rong Hang's chest and noticed that he was trembling involuntarily.

"What happened?"

Jiang Yixing asked again, already mentally preparing for all sorts of terrifying and troublesome events, such as the destruction of the world and the emergence of a Transcending Tribulation Ancestor.

However, Rong Hang muttered something to himself.

Jiang Yixing held her breath, only hearing Rong Hang's voice, low and frantic: "Don't leave me..."

Jiang Yixing froze abruptly. She pushed Rong Hang away and grabbed his arm. "Just for this?"

Jiang Yixing couldn't understand why Rong Hang would become possessed by such a trivial matter.

"You're clearly not that kind of person."

Rong Hang's mind suddenly snapped. He approached Jiang Yixing, his expression cold and hard, the corners of his eyes tinged with a sinister red.

What kind of person do you think I am?

Jiang Yixing frowned. She tried to push Rong Hang away, hoping to bring him to his senses. She couldn't bear to watch Rong Hang fall into demonic possession, much less allow him to damage her meridians while he was not in a conscious state.

"Get up first, I'll treat you."

Rong Hang remained unmoved. Jiang Yixing summoned a light green halo, much larger than any other light sphere, but it was suddenly opened as it approached Rong Hang.

Rong Hang's strength is now much higher than Jiang Yixing's, and his movements are not gentle. The force of his rebound on Jiang Yixing was not light.

Jiang Yixing coughed and swallowed the blood that welled up in his throat.

"Rong Hang, wake up!"

Jiang Yixing sighed and softened his tone.

In this situation, we can only figure out the situation first before we can take appropriate measures.

Rong Hang pressed closer, getting so close it seemed he was about to touch Jiang Yixing's face. Jiang Yixing took a step back but accidentally tripped and fell onto the sofa.

She fell backward and landed on the sofa.

Rong Hang seized the opportunity to lean in and kiss Jiang Yixing's lips fiercely.

Rong Hang's kiss was like a conquering force, penetrating deep inside and giving Jiang Yixing no chance to catch her breath.

Jiang Yixing's mind wasn't on the kiss; she slowly extended her spiritual energy to check on Rong Hang's physical condition.

But the next second, Rong Hang grabbed her chin, and a white silk rope appeared out of nowhere, wrapping around Jiang Yixing's wrists and binding her hands together tightly.

Demonic energy?!

Jiang Yixing wanted to look up to see what was binding her, but she couldn't move. Her chin was fixed in place, and she could only endure Rong Hang's invasion.

Jiang Yixing kicked Rong Hang hard in the abdomen. Rong Hang curled up slightly, but still refused to separate.

He finally released Jiang Yixing's mouth and instead licked her cheeks, then slowly moved downwards.

Rong Hang's teeth struck Jiang Yixing's collarbone, causing her to groan softly and feel a slight pain.

The skin around her collarbone, which was originally fair, was now stained red from Rong Hang's sucking.

Jiang Yixing's mind went blank for a moment, and he breathed softly before seeing Ning Zhou still lying on the ground.

Jiang Yixing cursed himself inwardly, "Is this the time to do something like this?!"

With a fierce determination, two vines instantly sprang up from the ground, binding Rong Hang tightly.

Jiang Yixing finally had a chance to catch her breath. She jumped up from the sofa and looked at Rong Hang. Rong Hang's skin was still bleeding. Jiang Yixing was anxious and decided to treat Rong Hang's injury first, no matter what.

The fragile tendons and veins cannot withstand such procrastination.

Jiang Yixing tightened the vines around her, but Rong Hang's expression remained unchanged; he simply kept staring at her.

The green spiritual energy clung to Rong Hang's skin, threatening to seep in at any moment.

Rong Hang suddenly broke free of his restraints and appeared next to Jiang Yixing in the blink of an eye.

He reached out to grab Jiang Yixing, but Jiang Yixing nimbly dodged away.

"Ronghang!"

Jiang Yixing's voice carried a hint of sternness, striking Rong Hang's head like a command.

Rong Hang suddenly paused for a moment, then raised his head like a bewildered child.