Rushing into the mortal world

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The instant the mud and blood mingled, Zhang Yang laughed—a triumphant, wild, and ruthless smile. He had used his wisdom to close the gap in strength with the Third Elder, and his indomitable courage to create a miracle. At this moment, the battle was finally on track according to his plan.
Zhang Yang completely abandoned defense, striking the Third Elder's head with an elbow. The Second Elder instinctively raised a protective shield, but upon closer inspection, he realized it was ineffective.
With a loud bang, Zhang Yang's elbow strike caved in the Third Elder's cheek, sending teeth and blood splattering.
Before the Third Elder's broken teeth could fall to the ground, Zhang Yang pressed forward, his knee slamming into the Third Elder's vital dantian.
The Third Elder screamed in agony, his curled-up body rolling on the ground under Zhang Yang's ferocious attack. Never in his life had he been so pathetic.
Zhang Yang unleashed his resentment, anger, and frustration through his fists and feet. After elbow strikes and knee strikes, he roared, his forehead becoming a weapon.
"Ah!"
The Third Elder's head snapped back, his neck seemingly about to break.
"Roar—"
Zhang Yang roared like a wild beast, leaving a large pool of blood on the ground where the two rolled.
At this moment, the Third Elder finally felt fear. His whole body trembled violently, like a leaf, and he could no longer withstand Zhang Yang's beast-like attacks.
Zhang Yang's eyes flashed with ferocity, and his palm suddenly pierced through the Third Elder's chest, his five fingers digging fiercely towards his heart.
"Zhang brat, cease your arrogance!"
At this moment, the First Elder appeared in mid-air and hurriedly struck down with his palm.
Although the distance between Zhang Yang and the First Elder was over a thousand meters, the legendary Yuanxu Realm was profound and mysterious. The power actually sent Zhang Yang flying, while the Third Elder only felt a slight breeze on his face.
The Grand Elder, high above, had a clear view of the scene on the ground. The tragic state of the Third and Fourth Elders enraged him, his hair flying wildly. He descended rapidly, unleashing a punch powerful enough to destroy a mountain.
In a flash, the Jade Maiden of One Yuan appeared out of nowhere, leaping before Zhang Yang. With a flick of her wrists, the Jade of No Breath and the God-Slaying Ruler materialized, the two divine artifacts forming a cross to block the Grand Elder's furious attack.
Amidst the deafening roar, the ground was once again devastated. The gale not only tore away a layer of earth but also swept away Ling Meng and Zhang Yang, leaving only a wisp of blood mist dancing in the sandstorm.
Ling Meng had actually rescued Zhang Yang! The disciple of the True Lord of One Yuan had actually rebelled! Shock and rage filled the First Elder's heart. He landed with lightning speed, placing his hands on the backs of the Third and Fourth Elders respectively. Gritting his teeth
, he said, "Second Junior Brother, leave the Third and Fourth Junior Brothers to me. You go after Zhang Yang and that little girl from Yiyuan Mountain. They're both severely injured and can't have gone far!" Upon hearing this, the Second Elder looked down intently, his roar shaking the heavens and earth: "Eldest Senior Brother, you focus on healing our two junior brothers. I'll go and cut off their heads!"
Before he finished speaking, the Second Elder had already disappeared into the dense forest, swiftly pursuing the trail of Zhang Yang and the girl.
A few minutes later, the Second Elder saw bloodstains on the branches and leaves, the drops of blood still radiating heat. This ignited a murderous intent in his eyes, and he instantly leaped into the air, rushing towards the source of the commotion.
Not far ahead, Lingmeng and Zhang Yang supported each other. They were in a far more disheveled state than ever before. Fortunately, they were both clever enough. Zhang Yang had grabbed a black bear and thrown it aside, then he and Lingmeng desperately fled in another direction.
This black bear was surely cursed. First, it was thrown by humans, scared half to death, then crashed into a tree trunk. Before its howl could even escape its gaping jaws, a beam of light descended from the sky, sending it to its doom.
"Thump!"
The black bear fell to the ground dead, but its misfortune wasn't over. A bird's nest crashed down next, giving it a "hat" covered in bird droppings.
"Zhang brat, I'll kill you!"
The Second Elder's toes slammed heavily against the swaying tree, his roar almost tangible. The sound waves caused countless ancient trees to tremble slightly, and the trembling of the treetops revealed Zhang Yang and Lingmeng's fleeing figures.
The chase resumed. The Second Elder was like a ravenous tiger, while Zhang Yang and Lingmeng were like two small but cunning foxes. With the help of the forest, they darted left and right, managing to hold off the Second Elder for a full half hour.
"Lingmeng, don't go that way, escape this way!"
Seeing that Lingmeng had chosen the same route Qingyin and the other woman had taken, Zhang Yang, not wanting his women to be caught in the life-or-death struggle, took the initiative to flee deeper into the forest.
Catching his breath, Zhang Yang couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why are you helping me?"
"Enough talk, let's get out of here first."
The graceful figure of the Jade Maiden had lost its ethereal charm, and even her elegant long dress seemed much shorter. In the instant she leaped through the branches, Zhang Yang couldn't see the flawless fairy figure, only a pair of increasingly vibrant embroidered shoes.
Even in such a dangerous situation, Zhang Yang couldn't help but blink hard and shake his head, but the "illusion" only seeped into his mind, and became incredibly vivid.
"Just say something, otherwise just running for your life is so boring, hehe..."
Zhang Yang followed Lingmeng's footprints, perhaps because his anger had been vented, or perhaps because he had become accustomed to teasing Lingmeng, he took deep breaths as he fled, chasing after the intoxicating fragrance wafting in the air.
Faced with Zhang Yang's resurrected true nature, Yiyuan Yu Nu felt a sense of powerlessness. Her embroidered shoes lightly touched the tree trunk, and as she leaped, she couldn't help but turn back and glare at Zhang Yang, but then suddenly laughed, "You rascal, if you're bored, go find the Second Elder, he'll definitely want to get intimate with you, hehe..."
Hearing Lingmeng's laughter, Zhang Yang's eyes suddenly lit up. Besides joy, there was also a hint of surprise, because he could sense that Lingmeng was a little different from usual, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Hmm, so Reimu's laughter can be so...playful, and her hair can dance wildly too. Zhang Yang, fleeing for his life, let his mind wander. Suddenly, a chord struck him—he remembered Xiao Linglong—a little demon girl overflowing with demonic energy, unpredictable and ever-changing, who loved to let out that kind of laugh!
Time flew by, and the Second Elder continued his relentless pursuit, gradually gaining experience and closing the distance between them.
The space shifted, and Zhang Yang and Reimu stood before a waterfall on a steep cliff—the very waterfall Reimu had just been at.
A bitter smile appeared on Zhang Yang's face. Hearing the Second Elder's roar behind him, even though he was in dire straits, he suddenly calmed down and said in a deep voice, "Lingmeng, the Second Elder's target is me. You should fly away on your sword first."
Before Lingmeng could speak, Zhang Yang added, "It's better for one person to be captured than for two. As long as you find a master, you can come back to save me. Hurry up, you are my only chance to live."
Instantly, a strange light flashed in Lingmeng's eyes. Her tall figure tilted slightly, and she laughed, "If you fall into their hands, do you think you still have a chance to live? I don't want to come back to collect your corpse. How about we jump off a cliff together and die for love? Hehe..."
"Die for love?"
Zhang Yang suddenly felt dizzy and even had the urge to tear off his ears. He thought: I'm hallucinating, this must be hallucination!
At this moment, Lingmeng had already answered with her actions. She jumped off the cliff without hesitation, and she didn't even summon her flying sword.
"Are we really going to commit suicide for love?" Zhang Yang's breath hitched, and for the first time in his life, he had a twisted thought: So "suicide for love" is such a wonderful thing. If only he had known, he would have done it every day, hehe...
"Splash!"
Ripples and splashes danced as Zhang Yang and Lingmeng jumped into the deep pool beneath the waterfall. A few bubbles rose to the surface, but they didn't surface for a long time.
"Bastards, scum! Roar—"
The Second Elder arrived a step too late, only seeing the afterimages of Zhang Yang and Lingmeng jumping into the water. He then unleashed a dozen punches into the pool.
The Yuanxu True Fire was indeed incredibly powerful. Amidst a series of thunderous explosions, waves surged skyward, fish and shrimp splashed in all directions, and the hundred-foot waterfall instantly reversed its flow.
The pool, unchanged for thousands of years, suddenly dried up. The laws of nature were altered by inhuman power, but Zhang Yang and Lingmeng were nowhere to be seen.
Then, the Second Elder passed through the cascading waterfall. He looked around, then his body trembled, and a mouthful of blood, filled with immense anger, suddenly spurted out, splashing onto a cave entrance deep within the pool.
Zhang Yang had escaped! He had actually managed to escape the combined pursuit of the four elders!
At the Golden Stone Gate, blood had already stained the Heavenly Ladder red.
With the help of countless formations and talismans, the Golden Stone Gate miraculously survived for three days and three nights, while the forces of the Three Talents Mountain had already suffered more than half their casualties.
Gu Yun seemed to have transformed into a killing god. She rapidly waved her jade hands, and hundreds of talismans instantly appeared out of thin air. With a deafening boom, more than a dozen enemy cultivators screamed and tumbled down the Heavenly Ladder.
After repelling the enemy's attack, Gu Yun sighed with relief, then straightened her body, her jade hands flashing with light, preparing to fight again.
Seeing this, the panting disciples of the Golden Stone Sect were instantly invigorated. They strode over the corpses of both their own and the enemy, standing beside Gu Yun, whose strength had surged dramatically.
After several days of bloody battles, Gu Yun hadn't lost; in fact, she was growing stronger with each fight. Therefore, when Gu Yun drove the enemy back down the mountainside, a glimmer of hope finally welled up in the hearts of many who had been in despair: perhaps the enemy would retreat, unless they were willing to perish together!
Just as this glimmer of hope slowly emerged in the hearts of the Golden Stone Sect disciples, an unexpected accident suddenly struck.
"It's terrible! The Sect Master... he..."
A Golden Stone Sect disciple rushed down from the mountaintop to the mountainside, his words stammering in his excitement.
"What happened to the Sect Master? Was he ambushed by the enemy?"
In a flash, Gu Yun grabbed the Golden Stone Sect disciple's shoulder, and with her miraculously surging spiritual power, her aura also gained a sharp edge.
The Jinshi Sect disciple who brought the news trembled in pain, his shoulders shaking. Gu Yun reacted immediately, taking a slight step back. Her usual gentle aura finally emerged, a melodious sound like a spring breeze, instantly captivating the hearts of her fellow disciples.
"Calm down first, and tell me properly, what happened to the Sect Master?"
"Sect Master, the Sect Master... he's gone!"
Under Gu Yun's gentle, spring-like gaze, the disciple quickly calmed down, but his tone was more somber than before.
The Sect Master is gone! How could the Sect Master suddenly disappear? Ah! Could it be... that the Sect Master deserted? In an instant, countless pupils dilated rapidly, countless bodies shrank rapidly, and the fighting spirit that had just surfaced in the hearts of the Jinshi Sect disciples vanished like withered leaves in a raging fire.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Gu Yun roared, her sword pressed against the disciple's neck, her murderous intent palpable as she demanded, "You dare lie! Speak, who ordered this?"
"Gu Yun, release him! He wasn't lying. The sect leader didn't want to become a puppet of Tianlang Mountain, so he left a letter and departed."
Two elders from the Jinshi Sect appeared just in time, extinguishing the last ray of sunlight, and sighed, "Things have come to this, we have no choice but to surrender!"
"Clang!"
As the first weapon fell to the ground, the sounds of weapons hitting the ground echoed, and countless pairs of lifeless eyes turned towards Gu Yun.
"Even if I, Gu Yun, die, I will—never surrender!"
Gu Yun's beautiful hair moved without wind, and she rose into the air. Before her angry shouts had even subsided, she had already pounced at the foot of the mountain, charging into the wolf pack.
Even this gentle beauty could possess such heroic spirit! Where the sword's light passed, the world changed color, but sadly, behind Gu Yun, no fellow disciples followed, only the sigh of the wind drifted by.
After a brief exchange of swords, the Tianlang Mountain forces suddenly retreated. Then, in a flash, Wang Xiangjun, who had remained hidden until now, finally appeared, followed by three puppet spirits.
The outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt. Although the "mutated" Gu Yun had come with a death wish, Wang Xiangjun did not give her the chance.
"Whoosh—"
Suddenly, dark clouds obscured the sky, and a fierce wind raged across the earth.
In the blink of an eye, several beautiful non-human beings had vanished, leaving only a woman's mournful roar echoing through the flying sand and stones.
Time passed slowly, and a thin mist lingered.
Zhang Yang lay on a riverbank, wave after wave of water lapping against his wounded body. After countless splashes of water over his head, his eyelids finally began to flutter.
A second later, Zhang Yang looked around blankly, his eyes filled with confusion. Suddenly, a series of incredibly dangerous scenes flashed through his mind: in the depths of the pool, in the underground river passage, at the critical moment when Elder Yi was about to strike, Lingmeng had actually taken the blow for him.
Ah! Recalling this, Zhang Yang's eyes widened suddenly, and he instinctively exclaimed, "Lingmeng!"
"I'm here, what are you yelling about? If you scare away the fish, I'll roast you and eat you, hehe..."
A playful laugh rang out behind Zhang Yang. He turned around and suddenly stared in disbelief, as if struck by lightning, turning into a clay sculpture.
In the shallow water by the riverbank, he saw Lingmeng holding a sharp sword, intently staring at the water's surface. The flashing sword light was not for slaying demons, but for hunting fish.
But whether the fish were too cunning or the Jade Maiden's fishing skills were simply too poor, her sword thrust only managed to create a splash. The fish darted away along the blade, while water droplets flew up, transforming into a mist that enveloped Lingmeng.
The mist had somehow soaked Lingmeng's dress, no longer concealing her full, rounded breasts and those two alluring protrusions.
"Thump!"
Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening involuntarily. He thought: Heavens! Is this really Lingmeng? Hmm, I didn't expect her breasts to be so large. Does she usually wrap them in strips of cloth? Heh…
the Evil Weapon Boy truly lived up to his reputation. The shock was only momentary, and then his mind began to wander. Neither his mother's betrayal, nor the pursuit of his enemies, nor even the cruel future could stop his dazed and intoxicated gaze.
Reimu seemed completely absorbed in the joy of fishing, showing no reaction to Zhang Yang's gaze. After a few seconds of pause, she thrust her sword forward again, her movements identical to those of an ordinary girl.
Although the fish escaped again, Zhang Yang's eyes were like hooks, firmly "hooked" into Reimu's swaying breasts. After staring intently for several seconds, he finally looked down.
"Ugh!"
In an instant, Zhang Yang felt as if his heart was about to explode: So, so... such a thin skirt! Every inch of fabric seemed to cling to Reimu's skin.
Zhang Yang not only saw Lingmeng's slender waist, but also her smooth, flat abdomen and the slightly protruding end of her lower abdomen.
"Ah!"
In the next instant, Zhang Yang couldn't help but groan, a sudden surge of lust rising in his lower body, which then made a passionate contact with the gravelly riverbed.
"Hehe... Zhang Yang, all your meridians are broken, don't move around recklessly."
Lingmeng smiled back, then sighed, abandoning her fishing, and slowly walked to Zhang Yang's side. As
Lingmeng stepped closer, her swaying breasts were right in front of Zhang Yang's eyes, and as her long legs crossed, a tear in her dress ripped slightly, revealing a flash of crimson between her legs.
"Ah!"
Zhang Yang screamed at the sight, and before he fainted, he couldn't help but think: Heaven is so good to me! If all this is just a dream, let me dream it forever! Ah… Time seemed to have passed slowly. When Zhang Yang opened his eyes again, he and Lingmeng were in a cave. A campfire glowed with the enticing aroma of several grilled fish.
Zhang Yang's nose twitched, and his stomach rumbled.
“Hungry?”
A melodious voice drew Zhang Yang's attention, causing him to turn around. He saw Lingmeng sitting cross-legged on a flat rock, her deep, beautiful eyes radiating a spiritual light, with wisps of smoke appearing and disappearing around her.
Alas, it really was just a dream! Zhang Yang sighed inwardly, then smiled awkwardly and asked in a low voice, “Where are we now? Are we safe?”
“It’s several hundred miles from Dust-Absorbing Valley. I don’t know the exact name, but if nothing unexpected happens, we’ve escaped the pursuit for now.”
Lingmeng stood up lightly and walked towards the cave entrance. With a twitch of her feet, wisps of smoke rose up, obscuring her brightly colored embroidered shoes.
As Lingmeng reached the cave entrance, she paused slightly and said softly, "Brother Zhang, I'll go pick some more wild fruit. You should hurry and meditate; we don't have much time left."
A strange sense of disappointment flashed through Zhang Yang's heart again. He pointed to the grilled fish and said, "Lingmeng, there's food here. Why go pick more wild fruit? You're injured too; you need to rest more."
"Brother Zhang, don't worry about me. My injuries have mostly healed."
Lingmeng frowned slightly as she looked at the grilled fish on the fire, then smiled and said, "Lingmeng has never liked eating meat, so I'll leave this grilled fish to you, Brother Zhang."
Watching the fairy drift away, Zhang Yang's disappointment only lasted for half a second before he began to eat the grilled fish heartily.
After finishing a rather large grilled fish, Zhang Yang licked the taste of the meat from his lips and suddenly remembered that he still had several bottles of fine wine in his spiritual energy space.
With a thought, Zhang Yang raised his hand, but unexpectedly, no light appeared in his palm.
Only then did Zhang Yang fully realize the gravity of the situation. Defeating a powerful enemy was exhilarating, but it came at a considerable cost; he couldn't even open his own spiritual energy space.
"Damn old bastards!"
Zhang Yang's hatred for the four elders intensified. He abandoned his magic technique and silently called out to Huan Yan.
"Brother, don't worry too much. I'm helping you regulate your meridians. After half a month, you can do whatever you want, hehe..."
Huan Yan's voice was clear and melodious, brimming with a strong sense of "humanity," though her youthful face and large breasts remained out of Zhang Yang's sight.
"Half a month? Hmm, I'm exhausted all day. Taking a break isn't bad, hehe."
After a moment's thought, Zhang Yang once again displayed his excellent habit, casting all his worries to the winds. He then used his hands as a pillow and happily drifted off to sleep.
A moment later, Zhang Yang was suddenly forcibly awakened.
"Zhang Yang, did you eat all my grilled fish? Unbelievable! Not a single one left!"
"Ah, Lingmeng, you..."
Zhang Yang rubbed his sore bottom, wiping away the sleepiness from his eyes. He looked up, then suddenly his gaze went blank.
Looking at the beautiful, wide-eyed Lingmeng standing with her hands on her hips, Zhang Yang's heart pounded wildly. After a good ten seconds, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you possessed or have you gone mad?"
"You brat, you stole my grilled fish and dare to curse me? Humph, do you think I'm easy to bully?"
With that, Lingmeng leaned forward, aggressively approaching Zhang Yang.
"Uh!"
Instantly, Zhang Yang's mind was struck like lightning. As Lingmeng leaned forward, the full, rounded waves of her breasts immediately filled his pupils, making his heart cheer once more: He saw it! He saw Lingmeng's nipples again! Although small, their shape was clearly visible through her clothes. This wasn't a dream; the beautiful sight he had seen earlier wasn't a dream!
At this moment, Zhang Yang's gaze quickly moved downwards, just as it swept over Lingmeng's slender waist, when unexpectedly, Lingmeng turned to the side, only allowing him to see the curves of her legs.
"Zhang Yang, what do you want to see?"
Lingmeng moved closer to Zhang Yang again, a half-smile playing on her lips, causing Zhang Yang's heart to clench.
Zhang Yang wanted to look away, but his eyes lit up, as if possessed by a life of their own, and he peered into Lingmeng's slightly open collar, greedily "caressing" her snow-white breasts.
Perhaps the gaze of the "evil artifact" had a special power, for Lingmeng's body trembled instantly, and her breasts heaved violently.
Lingmeng's breathing became erratic, and she finally noticed Zhang Yang's subtle movements. However, instead of backing away, she proudly thrust out her breasts, exhaling a delicate fragrance from her lips, and chuckled wickedly, "Have you seen enough? Should I take off my clothes so you can see as much as you want?"
"Ah! Lingmeng, you must be poisoned! Quickly circulate your internal energy to expel the poison!"
Zhang Yang felt a strong sense of unease, and in a daze, he even seemed to see the shadows of Xiao Linglong and Miao Ji attached to the body of Yi Yuan Yunu.
"Hehe..."
Lingmeng didn't circulate her internal energy, nor did she continue to press Zhang Yang. Instead, she sat down next to him, crossed her legs, and her embroidered shoes swayed back and forth in front of him.
After Lingmeng's teasing laughter faded away, Zhang Yang finally sat up straight, looked directly at her, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with you? It's not poisoning, is it really a case of qi deviation?"
"Yes, you guessed right! I was struck by Elder Yi Yi's palm, and my injuries are actually more serious than yours. Therefore, I had to cultivate the final level of the Illusionary Dream Heart Technique ahead of schedule, which is why you see me now."
Lingmeng's tone was no longer ethereal and otherworldly. She lifted her toes, and her tone became deep: "How is it? Isn't this 'me' more charming? Do you like it?"
Before she finished speaking, the transformed Lingmeng suddenly stood up. As her legs moved, the tear in her dress between her legs finally came into Zhang Yang's view.
"Thump!"
Zhang Yang's mind was immediately overwhelmed, and his meridians felt like they were exploding with pain again. However, he ignored the pain and stared intently at the barely visible forbidden area.
"Zhang Yang, you haven't answered me yet, do you like me?"
Lingmeng's jade-like face flushed slightly, a blush spreading across her cheeks, revealing a thousand charms and a myriad of allure.
"I...I...like you, ah!"
Before Zhang Yang could finish speaking, darkness swept over him.
Zhang Yang groaned and fainted again. Lingmeng gently laid his body flat, then her beautiful eyes sparkled as she murmured, seemingly to herself, "Brother Zhang, Lingmeng went to great lengths to win your heart. Don't disappoint Lingmeng, hee hee..."
Time passed slowly, and the cave remained quiet.
The campfire went out and then flickered again, illuminating two figures on the stone wall. One figure lay flat on the ground, while the other sat.
The seated figure stared intently at the one lying on the ground, her gaze sometimes shy, sometimes alluring, and sometimes filled with struggle.
Suddenly, a flash of firelight struck, and the seated figure trembled as if struck by lightning. Then she stood up and sat at the farthest point from Zhang Yang in the cave.
The light of dawn shone from the horizon, and a cold wind brushed against Zhang Yang's eyes.
Zhang Yang stretched, his yawn only halfway through, when he was interrupted by the "anomaly."
"Brother Zhang, we should get going. Let
's go." "Where to?"
"Now that you've fallen out with Liu Caiyi, there are only two people in the world who can protect you: my ancestor and the Six Paths Saint Lord."
Lingmeng's flowing hair swayed slightly, the wisps of smoke obscuring most of her body. Then she turned and walked out of the cave, her beautiful eyes seemingly kind, but actually cold and indifferent.
This Lingmeng was completely different from last night, even colder than when she first met Zhang Yang, causing Zhang Yang to let out a barely perceptible sigh.
Although Zhang Yang felt awkward, he wasn't surprised at all, because he was the most evil artifact in the world, and a night of unconsciousness had made him understand many things.
"Fairy Meng, will the One Yuan True Lord take me in? I'm a big problem."
Saying this, Zhang Yang shrugged and chuckled as he caught up with Lingmeng.
Yi Yuan Jade Maiden had already released her natal flying sword, then replied succinctly, "As long as the Ancestral Master is willing, there is no one in the world he cannot offend. Brother Zhang, please sit down."
After the flying sword soared into the sky, Yi Yuan Jade Maiden focused on directing it, saying nothing more.
Sigh, this woman is truly possessed! Zhang Yang didn't say much, only inwardly rolling his eyes, feeling that Ling Meng now was unlike the original her, more like the former Leng Die possessed, giving off a cold and ruthless feeling.
The tedious time was particularly unbearable. After flying a hundred miles, the sun had become scorching. Zhang Yang shielded his head with his hand, unable to resist breaking the uncomfortable silence, "Fairy Meng, you should know what Tianlang Mountain is doing lately, right?" "
The Tianlang Venerable is attacking the Jinshi Gate, aiming to capture the Skillful Jade Maiden."
Ling Meng stood proudly on the hilt of her sword; although the wind was fierce, it couldn't stir the swirling mist around her.
Zhang Yang's breath hitched, and the image of Gu Yun's beautiful figure flashed through his mind. He couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, a desire to save her arise. However, the next instant, he felt only emptiness, leaving him only to sigh softly.
"Fairy Meng, the actions of Tianlang Mountain are so rampant, yet True Monarch Yiyuan hasn't taken any action? Shouldn't he teach that old man Tianlang a lesson?" "
Although Tianlang Mountain's actions are fierce, they are dealing with demonic spirits, and the danger of demonic spirits far surpasses that of Venerable Tianlang. Our ancestor naturally needs to consider the consequences."
Ling Meng frowned slightly, her displeasure evident in the slight disrespect in Zhang Yang's words. Then, with a flick of her sleeve, her flying sword accelerated again, the whistling wind scattering Zhang Yang's remaining words.
Silence once more enveloped the space where Zhang Yang and Ling Meng stood. Even when the flying sword landed to rest, they hadn't spoken, and the subtle thoughts that had lingered in their eyes had completely vanished.
The flying sword moved intermittently, the sun and moon appearing alternately in the sky.
As night fell, a weary Reimu finally landed on the wilderness. The two then sat around a campfire, each meditating to regulate their breathing.
As the bright moon slowly rose high in the sky, Zhang Yang's heart suddenly skipped a beat. An inexplicable sensation made him quickly open his eyes, only to see a pair of bright, captivating, and alluring eyes.
At that moment, Reimu was half-lying in front of Zhang Yang, her jade lips slightly tilted forward, seemingly about to steal a kiss from him. And in fact, that was exactly what she wanted to do.
"Oh, why are you awake? You're so annoying, I wanted to kiss you, hehe..."
A thousand thoughts raced through Zhang Yang's mind in an instant. Then he tentatively asked, "Fairy Reimu, do you want to kiss me?"
"Don't call me Fairy Reimu, you're so annoying."
Reimu pouted her lips, revealing a coquettish expression.
A sudden realization dawned on Zhang Yang's eyes. He then leaned back, chuckling, "I'm asleep again. Come on, I won't wake up, hehe..."
Lingmeng leaned over again, her lips almost touching Zhang Yang's, but she suddenly turned and lay down beside him. She gazed at the bright moon in the night sky, saying lazily and casually, "This lady has no interest."
The wind swirled gently, and the scene was quiet and still. Though silent, the air wasn't heavy with gloom, but rather filled with a heartwarming warmth.
"Lingmeng, do you remember what happened during the day?"
Zhang Yang shifted, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Jade Maiden, their heads close together, gazing at the stars.
"I remember. I know everything my other self did."
A hint of emotion appeared on Lingmeng's flawless face. She gently moved her head, letting her cheek rub against Zhang Yang's, a tender feeling arising from the touch.
Before Zhang Yang could press further, Lingmeng revealed the answer herself: "My forced cultivation of the Illusionary Dream Heart Technique has caused a split personality. If this continues, I'll eventually lose my mind and become something else entirely..."
"Do you have any way to remedy this? Tell me. No matter what, as long as you can regain your true nature, I'll do my utmost."
"Aren't I my true nature now? Don't you like how I am now? Hehe..."
Zhang Yang looked serious, while Lingmeng was relaxed and even had the mind to tease him.
After the laughter subsided, Lingmeng tilted her head to look at Zhang Yang, who was so close to her, her shyness hidden in her alluring glow, and whispered softly, "Only by successfully breaking through the Xuan Barrier can I return to my original state."
Zhang Yang's eyes lit up, a hint of inquiry in his gaze.
Their breaths were audible, their skin almost touching, like intimate lovers.
Lingmeng blinked slightly, a mixture of playfulness and elation flashing in her eyes. She said, "When cultivating the Illusionary Dream Heart Technique, one needs a shadow. And once I fall in love with that shadow, and receive its love in return, when our desires unite, that's the moment the technique is perfected."
"Am I that shadow? Hehe..."
A look of surprise spread across Zhang Yang's face. What man in the world could remain unmoved by the love of the Jade Maiden of One Yuan?
"Yes, it's you."
Lingmeng's jade-like face flushed crimson; falling in love, she was even more beautiful than a celestial being.
A wave of ecstasy crashed over Zhang Yang's mind. He immediately wrapped his arm around Lingmeng's waist.
Lingmeng let out a soft moan, and in the blink of an eye, she was curled up in Zhang Yang's arms, her breasts pressed firmly against his, while her soft belly touched something hot and hard.
"You pervert, you're so annoying!"
The Jade Maiden of One Yuan only struggled instinctively for a moment, then thrust her breasts forward, actively welcoming Zhang Yang's hot hand.
With a loud "boom," Zhang Yang could no longer withstand the impact of joy. His mind went blank for a moment, and the weak man flew back to the world of unconsciousness.
"Zhang Yang, you can't sleep. I haven't finished speaking. Hold on."
Seeing this, Lingmeng kissed Zhang Yang's lips, a wisp of vital energy accompanied by a virginal fragrance timely entering Zhang Yang's heart.
Don't underestimate this light kiss; Lingmeng was still panting, her beautiful eyes alluring as water, subtly concealing the shyness of a virgin girl. Then she said in a solemn voice, "You must remember what I'm about to say. If there's the slightest mistake, both of our lives will be in danger."
Hearing this, Zhang Yang nodded solemnly, gesturing for Lingmeng to continue.
“Once the Dream Heart Sutra has chosen its furnace, our fates are intertwined; your death is my death, your life is my life. However, once the final trial begins, my other self will not only not like you, but will instead…”
“Ah!”
Hearing Lingmeng’s words, Zhang Yang’s excitement vanished instantly. He asked with a wry smile, “Lingmeng, I’m seriously injured right now. Can you choose another time?”
“It’s too late. The final trial began the moment I kissed you. But don’t worry too much; I will do my best to help you tonight.”
Lingmeng paused slightly, then suddenly smiled like a blooming flower, her body writhing like a snake. She said, “Zhang Yang, you big pervert! Hug me tightly! Hmm… ah…”
How alluring were Lingmeng’s moans? They instantly turned Zhang Yang’s hesitation to ashes. He then wrapped his arms around Lingmeng and held her tightly.
Lust suddenly erupted, disrupting the space without warning.
Zhang Yang and Lingmeng's lips and tongues intertwined passionately. Although Lingmeng was a virgin, she tried her best to respond to Zhang Yang. After a moment of awkwardness, she flicked her tongue and hooked it onto Zhang Yang's red tongue.
"Sizzle..."
Tongues intertwined, lips pressed tightly together, Zhang Yang greedily swallowed Lingmeng's sweet saliva, while Lingmeng eagerly sucked on Zhang Yang's red tongue.
After several minutes, Zhang Yang finally released his mouth and stepped back slightly. A strand of saliva immediately connected Zhang Yang and Lingmeng's lips. The strand stretched longer and longer, not only "pulling" Lingmeng's tongue out of her lips but also setting the stage for a passionate and erotic scene.
Zhang Yang deliberately shook his head, making the saliva connecting their tongues sway, causing Lingmeng to let out a soft moan, her jade face turning as red as blood.
Such a lewd scene unfolding on the body of a beautiful maiden was enough to make even the usually ethereal Lingmeng's heart pound wildly, let alone Zhang Yang, whose reputation for lust was known throughout the land.
Zhang Yang's desire surged, and he impatiently grabbed Lingmeng's breasts.
"No, a little lower, that's my most sensitive spot,"
Lingmeng suddenly whispered in Zhang Yang's ear in that moment of infatuation.
Hearing this, Zhang Yang's fingers, which had been kneading her breasts, moved down a little, while his other hand slid across Lingmeng's waist, probing into her cleft.
"No, it's not time yet, ah... Shiro, bear with it."
Although Lingmeng was trying to stop Zhang Yang, she deliberately lifted her body, pressing her genitals tightly against Zhang Yang's fingers.
Zhang Yang could feel the wetness of Lingmeng's private parts and see the alluring, watery look in her eyes, but he gritted his teeth, forcefully withdrawing his hand from between Lingmeng's legs, and then using both hands to knead her breasts with abandon.
"Ah... Shiro, you bad boy, you're making me...uncomfortable."
In a daze, Reimu seemed to transform into a seductive harlot, her legs clamping around Zhang Yang's waist, her private parts rubbing incessantly against his crotch; at the same time, she was still "directing" Zhang Yang's hands.
After the initial wild kneading, Zhang Yang's fingers began to caress Reimu's earlobes, inch by inch.
A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Yang had found all of Reimu's sensitive spots.
Once, twice, three times... Zhang Yang caressed Reimu's delicate body again and again, her dress already wrinkled from his caresses, and with a "whoosh," the collar was pulled down.
Instantly, Reimu's snow-white breasts surged forth, although the nipples had not yet appeared, the bright red areolas had already pierced Zhang Yang's mind.
Zhang Yang's throat trembled as if an earthquake had struck. His large hand grabbed Lingmeng's collar again, but Lingmeng grabbed his hand, shaking her head shyly, "No, it's too embarrassing, um..."
Zhang Yang once again painfully suppressed his lust, then loosened his grip and accurately pinched Lingmeng's nipple through her clothes.
"Ah, you big pervert, you're hurting me!"
Lingmeng's reaction was intense. Even with Zhang Yang's simple touch, her moans rose higher and higher, and her nipples quickly swelled and stood erect amidst her cries.
Zhang Yang subconsciously kneaded Lingmeng's nipple a few times, then pressed down with his fingertips, pushing Lingmeng's nipple into her breast, and in doing so, shaping the breast into a flat, round shape.
"Ah—"
Perhaps it was because her body was too sensitive, or perhaps it was the influence of the Illusionary Dream Heart Technique, when Zhang Yang played with her nipple like this, Lingmeng suddenly arched her upper body, her jade face turned to the sky, and let out an unprecedented scream.
The scream that pierced the clouds still lingered, and Reimu's limbs were already wrapped tightly around Zhang Yang's body like an octopus. "Shiro, faster...faster, harder, ah! Oh..."
Reimu's body pressed tightly against Zhang Yang, her beautiful breasts were flat and round to the extreme, as if they wanted to squeeze into Zhang Yang's chest, and her legs were like two vines, tightly wrapped around Zhang Yang's waist, while her virgin paradise slammed against Zhang Yang's towering "tent".
"Ah..."
Even through several layers of clothing, Zhang Yang could still feel a soft, smooth mass pressing tightly against the head of his penis.
A groan escaped Zhang Yang's throat, the frequency of the tremors exceeding human limits. The boundless lust finally turned his reason to ashes, making him unable to suppress his desire any longer, nor wanting to suppress it any longer. He then reached out and roughly grabbed the slit in Reimu's skirt.
Just as the lust within Zhang Yang was about to explode, a pale blue light burst forth from Lingmeng's body.
The Jade Maiden let out a piercing scream, a cry that shook the heavens and lingered for a long time. The pale blue light instantly enveloped Zhang Yang and Lingmeng, then, like a swirling hurricane, whipped up a storm of dust and stones, plunging the sky into darkness.
Within the light, the man and woman remained in a blush-inducing position, oblivious to their surroundings. They had entered a deep state of meditation under these circumstances and in this posture…
As the dawn broke, Zhang Yang's spirit finally returned to his body from another dimension.
The light had vanished without a trace, leaving only the marks of the previous night's raging storm on the ground. Zhang Yang and Lingmeng's positions remained unchanged.
As soon as Zhang Yang opened his eyes, a soft, sensual touch spread across his glans, an intoxicating sensation. Memories of the previous night flashed through his mind like lightning.
Although the morning breeze blew against his face, Zhang Yang's cheeks burned rapidly. He could even feel Lingmeng's juices soaking through his clothes, the moist scent enveloping his genitals.
"Uh..."
In this situation, at this moment, if Zhang Yang moved, he could easily take Lingmeng's virginity. This immense temptation made Zhang Yang's breathing erratic.
Two seconds later, Zhang Yang gritted his teeth, leaped into the air, and with a flick of his wrist, a bronze sword appeared out of thin air, carrying him away into the distance.
How could an evil weapon let such a stunning beauty go? Had he actually recovered his spiritual power overnight? And why was he in such a hurry to leave, and in such a desperate manner?
Too many questions confused the wind. The wind wanted to chase after him to find out what was going on, but Zhang Yang suddenly accelerated in mid-air and vanished without a trace.
Unable to get an answer, the wind frantically spun around, and after several attempts, finally "transformed" the other clay and wooden sculpture into a living person.
Lingmeng opened her eyes, two beams of light shooting out instantly. She focused her mind slightly and coldly rebuked, "You bastard! How dare you steal my power and ruin my cultivation! Zhang Yang, I will definitely—kill you!"
Lingmeng flicked her sleeves, and her once ethereal beauty transformed into a hazy, cold mist. Then, with a movement of her feet, the mist instantly obscured the lingering traces of last night's spring.
With a "bang," cracks appeared on the ground beneath Lingmeng's feet, and she soared into the sky, like a phantom enveloped in ice and fire, chasing after Zhang Yang like lightning in the direction he fled.
Almost at the same moment Reimu soared through the air on her sword, Zhang Yang, dozens of miles away, suddenly shivered. A telepathic connection made his expression change drastically. He hurriedly landed on the ground, grumbling, "Wasn't she supposed to wake up at 3:45 AM? Why so fast? Sigh, is Reimu deliberately messing with me?"
Zhang Yang subconsciously gave Reimu a new name for the nighttime scene. Then, still grumbling, he accelerated his descent again, splashing into a small river.
Water splashed, fish darted away, and Zhang Yang rolled in the water before leaping ashore, covered in a spray of water, and immediately dashed downstream.
A quarter of an hour later, a phantom image flashed in the air, and Lingmeng suddenly appeared on the riverbank. Her nose twitched slightly, and she suddenly flew into a rage, cursing, "You wretch! You even revealed the flaws in our sect's techniques to outsiders! You deserve to die!"
Before the strange curse had even faded, Lingmeng's beautiful hair moved without wind, and then she rose into the air, standing on the river's surface. Her chilling voice shot out from between her teeth: "Hmph, you wretch, don't think you can stop me like this. With the ancestral master's personally passed- down magic weapon, even if you go to heaven or hell, Zhang Yang won't escape."
Before she finished speaking, a small magic weapon appeared in Lingmeng's hand.
Looking at the magic weapon spinning in her palm, Lingmeng exuded confidence, and a cold smile finally appeared in her murderous eyes.
The compass-like magic weapon slowed down, and the moment it stopped spinning was the moment Zhang Yang's trace reappeared.
Lingmeng's knees were slightly bent, and a faint light emanated from the soles of her feet. She was like an arrow poised to be released. Suddenly, with a "bang," the magical artifact flew from her palm and landed in the river, splashing a small ripple.
"You wretch! How dare you destroy your sect's magical artifact? Shameless and despicable, you deserve to die! Ah—"
Enraged, Lingmeng swept her sword across the air, instantly creating towering waves in the river.
Reflected in the waves, the chill emanating from Lingmeng grew stronger, and the light in her eyes grew colder.
At the same time, Zhang Yang, several miles away, suddenly shivered, inhaling sharply. He instinctively looked back, but Lingmeng was nowhere to be seen. He exhaled a sigh of relief: "Ugh, bad luck! Another escape! But I absolutely can't die at Lingmeng's hands, that would be too unjust!"
While sighing, Zhang Yang's running pace didn't slow down at all. Half an hour later, his eyes lit up; the mortal town was not far away.
Yes, Meng Meiren was right, there really was a small town nestled among these mountains! Haha… finally, I can enjoy myself! Thinking this, Zhang Yang rushed into the mortal world at the fastest speed he had ever traveled.

[The End]

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