The name Tianyan Sect exploded in Yun Wan'er's mind like a thunderclap.
Her body stiffened abruptly, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes. Instinctively, she tried to break free from Ye Wushang's grip and create distance.
If any member of the Tianyan Sect were to see her so close to the young master of the Demon Realm... the charge of colluding with the demonic path would be enough to condemn her to eternal damnation.
Ye Wushang keenly sensed her resistance in her eagerness to distance herself, and the false tenderness in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a cold and piercing mockery.
He curled his lips into a self-deprecating smile, as if mocking himself for still harboring a sliver of expectation.
Immediately, he slowly took out an object from his pocket with his other hand. It was an egg-shaped object, only the size of a pigeon egg, completely black, neither gold nor jade, but with a strangely warm feel to the touch.
Most peculiarly, the surface of the pebble was covered with countless fine, dark purple lines that flowed slowly like living things. Strands of pure yet chilling demonic energy were emanating from those lines and swirling around Ye Wushang's fingertips.
"Never mind."
Ye Wushang's voice returned to its usual cynical indifference. He forcefully placed the black jade into Yun Wan'er's palm, saying, "Since Wan'er feels that our statuses are different, this young master will stay out of your sight from now on."
As soon as the black jade touched her palm, Yun Wan'er clearly felt a strange warm current surge into her body. Her spiritual power, which had been somewhat sluggish due to shock and days of frustration, involuntarily accelerated its circulation, showing faint signs of breaking through the bottleneck of the ninth level of Qi Refining.
Her heart skipped a beat, and a huge surprise instantly dispelled all her doubts—this thing?
Yun Wan'er almost immediately gripped the warm, smooth black jade pendant tightly. A sweet and obedient smile quickly bloomed on her face, her eyes conveying just the right amount of innocence and dependence: "Brother Wushang, you've misunderstood Wan'er."
"Wan'er has never felt any aversion towards you because you are from the Demon Realm, but... but all my fellow disciples are nearby, and Wan'er is truly afraid of implicating you..."
Ye Wushang looked down at Yun Wan'er, and suddenly a very faint smile appeared on his lips. His voice was unusually gentle, with a hint of coaxing: "Heh... How could I bear to blame Wan'er?"
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly leaned forward like a ghost, so fast that Yun Wan'er had no time to react.
A cool, light kiss, carrying Ye Wushang's unique scent, landed swiftly on Yun Wan'er's cheek like a feather: "Keep it safe, and don't disappoint this young master's feelings."
The deep voice still lingered in my ears, but the dark figure had already disappeared silently into the shadows, disappearing into the depths of the dimly lit alley.
Yun Wan'er was left standing there, frozen in place. She held the warm, smooth black jade pendant in her hand, and a mixture of secret excitement, alluring power, and a blush of hidden throbbing rose uncontrollably into her heart.
What sect rules, what hidden dangers of demonic energy—all seem so laughable and insignificant in the face of a breakthrough opportunity that is within easy reach.
She quickly hid the black jade close to her body, tried to suppress her turbulent emotions, and put on that gentle yet resilient expression again. She strode out of the alley and headed towards the entrance of the secret realm.
However, she didn't know that Ye Wushang hadn't truly gone far away.
Like a silent ghost, he leaned against the shadow of the higher rooftop, his eerie eyes watching Yun Wan'er tuck the black jade into her bosom. A cold, emotionless smile slowly crept onto Ye Wushang's lips.
It's done.
The last trace of feigned tenderness in his eyes vanished completely, leaving only pure calculation and ruthlessness.
The Otherworldly Demon Realm has long coveted Lingzhou. This newcomer competition, with elite Foundation Establishment disciples from various sects gathering in Yunqi City, is truly a godsend.
If these future pillars of society can be wiped out in one fell swoop, it will undoubtedly be a devastating blow to the righteous path of Lingzhou.
only……
Ye Wushang's eyes darkened slightly. Those old monsters from various sects who were hiding in the shadows and protecting their disciples were not easy to deal with.
If he acts rashly, the resulting backlash could tear him apart.
But the Riftwind Valley Secret Realm is a completely different world.
There are special rules and barriers there, allowing only Foundation Establishment stage cultivators to enter; those old fogies can only watch helplessly from the outside.
He can't get in?
It doesn't matter.
As long as his demonic energy can get in...
Oh……
at the same time.
In the center of Yunqi City, on the top floor of Zuifeng Tower.
The Elegant Star Pavilion isolates the noise downstairs, and the air is filled with an extremely delicate and refreshing fragrance of spiritual tea, neither flower nor fruit, which can clear one's mind.
Xie Linyuan's well-defined hand was holding the jade teacup, his shimmering peach blossom eyes half-closed, as if he were savoring the tea, or perhaps simply enjoying the tranquility of being alone.
Suddenly, his fingertips, which were holding the teacup, paused almost imperceptibly.
Those half-closed peach blossom eyes suddenly opened, and a very subtle impatience, as if seeing something filthy, flashed deep in their depths.
Even though Ye Wushang's ability to conceal his aura was top-notch in Lingzhou, and he could hide his demonic energy as if it were a stubborn rock or stagnant water, in Xie Linyuan's eyes, that bit of cold demonic energy that he tried so hard to hide was like a blob of black, cheap ink that had been thrown onto a carefully painted, elegant ink painting, which was both glaring and disgusting.
Xie Linyuan's handsome brows furrowed in displeasure. With a slight movement of his fingertips, an invisible force was about to crush the source of that filth.
It's better to clean up this unsightly trash as soon as possible to save yourself the trouble.
However, just as the power at his fingertips was about to coalesce, a faint ripple of light appeared inside the elegant room.
A beam of light fell from the sky without warning. When the light dissipated, it revealed a man dressed in a plain white immortal robe, with pure immortal energy flowing around him.
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