[Fantasy Martial Arts] The Legend of the Evil God (Complete) - 8

Chapter Nine, "Operation

Kill the Heavens," began with a bold and audacious plan.

The decline of the righteous and the rise of the demonic in the martial world was a long-standing issue. While the emergence of talented individuals within the demonic sects was one reason, the inability of righteous members to set aside sectarianism and mutual suspicion led to a weakening of the alliance—a significant drawback.

Although organized and powerful schools like "Prison Break" fought against the demonic sects, a single force could not withstand the overall pressure.

Recognizing this hidden danger, insightful individuals understood that without a solution, the righteous alliance would eventually be swallowed up by the three powerful demonic sects. Led by "Wise Confucian" Kong Xuezhi, the righteous strategists worked tirelessly day and night, ultimately forging an unprecedented alliance of righteous forces and devising a plan to reverse the chaos.

This plan was called "Operation Kill the Heavens."

The two primary targets of "Operation Kill the Heavens" are the leader of the "Mingyue Sect," the most powerful of the three thousand demonic sects—"Yanhuang" Jun Nitian, and his chief disciple—the Third Under Heaven!

Assassinating the two giants of the demonic sects in one fell swoop is no easy task, and failure would invite the full-scale retaliation of the "Mingyue Sect"! Kong Xuezhi deeply understands the importance of this operation and decides that only success is acceptable, so he decides to eliminate the Third Under Heaven first! By leaving the number one figure of the demonic sect, "Yanhuang," without any support, then he can kill Jun Nitian!

The task of killing the Third Under Heaven will be handled by the second-generation elites of the righteous path—Xiao Yao, Lou Xueyi, and Dugu Bingxin. If even with the combined strength of these three, they cannot kill the Third Under Heaven, then the revival of the righteous path will probably be a long way off.

Originally, this task should have been assigned to "Natural Enemy" Long Bufei, but later news spread that the great hero Long had been poisoned, forcing Kong Xuezhi to urgently seek other talent. He finally thought of joining forces with the "Three Heroes," whose strength surpassed even "Natural Enemy's," provided, of course, that the three could truly cooperate selflessly.

The "Three Heroes" jointly issued a challenge to the third-ranked expert in the world. Although this might inevitably draw criticism for using numbers against a small force, it was anticipated that with the arrogant personality cultivated by "Yanhuang" Jun Nitian, even a thousand troops would be unstoppable, and they would have no reason to refuse the challenge. For

many years, the third-ranked expert in the world had consistently held the title of having killed the most righteous masters, and the entire White Path Alliance hated him to the bone. Successfully killing this top warrior of the "Mingyue Sect" would be a much-needed boost to the long-weakened righteous path.

Two fists can't beat four hands, especially since the third-ranked expert only had one hand, while the "Three Heroes" had six hands combined.

When Xiao Yao and his companions first saw the Third Under Heaven, they found it hard to believe that this gloomy, tall, thin, one-armed man could be the infamous killer king feared by all in the righteous sects.

However, when the Third Under Heaven was put in danger by Lou Xueyi's sudden attack, he became enraged and unleashed the unique internal energy technique passed down to the First Under Heaven, Jun Nitian—"Hellwalk"! The astonishing demonic energy emanating from it made the three heroes truly realize that this one-armed man indeed possessed the strength commensurate with his name.

Dense and eerie black energy swirled around him, seemingly possessing a demonic nature, absorbing the life force of the surroundings. Within a five-zhang radius of the Third Under Heaven, the vegetation gradually withered and turned yellow. Fallen leaves even crumbled and turned to ash halfway through their journey!

Even among the demonic internal energy techniques that emphasize "extinction," only the "Hellwalk" of the "Yanhuang" Jun Nitian lineage could unleash such dark, life-devouring, and all-destroying aura. Besides Jun Nitian himself, only his eldest disciple, Tianxia Sandi, was capable of mastering two of the three supreme techniques of the Mingyue Sect.

A chilling, malevolent aura permeated the surroundings, the intense pressure numbing the skin. Xiao Yao and the other two wore expressions of unprecedented seriousness as they stared at Tianxia Sandi within the black mist.

Tianxia Sandi coldly said, "So-called righteous sects are nothing more than backstabbing..."

Hearing Tianxia Sandi's mockery, only Xiao Yao showed a fleeting look of shame. Dugu Bingxin remained indifferent, while Lou Xueyi maintained his dignified yet childlike smile, making it impossible to reconcile his earlier despicable sneak attack with his true nature.

The Third Under Heaven, observing the expressions, already had a plan in mind. He spoke in a flat, monotone tone, "I was too careless just now, but you did miss a golden opportunity to kill me. And I can assure you, you won't have that chance again."

Dugu Bingxin coldly replied, "That's none of your concern..."

A barely perceptible glint flashed in the Third Under Heaven's eyes. He thought to himself, "The Three Heroes are not just for show. Although Xiao Yao's actions had initially displeased his two companions, with a formidable enemy at hand, the three could still set aside their personal emotions and prioritize victory. That's why Dugu Bingxin subtly mocked his attempts to sow discord.

"That's alright. The stronger the opponent, the more interested I am. Too weak, and it's no fun."

The Third Under Heaven sneered, his eyes suddenly flashing with two ghostly lights. Xiao Yao and the other two knew he was about to attack and quickly increased their power to prepare. However, the third-ranked warrior's attack came completely unexpectedly. He let out a long howl, a mournful wail like that of a ghost rising from the deepest depths of hell. The black mist that had been permeating the surroundings suddenly transformed into a mountain-like force, pressing down on the three of them. This inconceivable technique was something they had never encountered before, and they were utterly shocked.

"Peerless Demon Blade?!"

Xiao Yao's expression changed when he discovered the hidden blade intent within the black mist binding them. Recalling the three legendary ultimate techniques of "Yan Huang" Jun Nitian, the four words "awesome and formidable" involuntarily escaped his lips.

"Good insight!"

The third-ranked warrior silently launched his first attack. His armless sleeve flicked in the air, unleashing a blade of energy that shot straight at Lou Xueyi like a meteor. This strike was to avenge the latter's earlier ambush, its power immense and its destructive force not to be underestimated.

Lou Xueyi smiled slightly, seemingly unmoved by the world-renowned Demon Blade Technique. He drew his sword, twirled it halfway, and unleashed the "Upholding Righteousness and Integrity" move from the "Gentleman's Holy Sword" technique. His sword energy condensed into a shield in front of him, directly clashing with the Demon Blade Technique unleashed by the Third Under Heaven. After a loud explosion, the sword energy Lou Xueyi had deployed crumbled like paper being sliced by sharp scissors. He himself was also knocked back by the blade's force, suffering multiple cuts on his body. Although none of them injured his flesh, it was enough to make the usually gentle and composed Lou Xueyi's expression change drastically.

The Third Under Heaven looked at Lou Xueyi's face, which turned pale and then red, and coldly laughed: "Compared to your pale, noble appearance, I prefer your current expression."

Upon hearing this, a murderous glint flashed in Lou Xueyi's eyes. He was a man of deep cunning, and only now did he truly unleash his killing intent. Before anyone knew what methods he would use to deal with the Third Under Heaven, Dugu Bingxin beside him had already taken action. Her hands conjured countless claw shadows, as elusive as ghosts, yet relentlessly dense—the "Charm-Stealing Claw" of the "Undying Asura Body"!

The Third Under Heaven's eyes blazed with fury as he roared, "Good! Show me your true skills, and I'll make you admit defeat!"

He raised his sleeve again, this time unleashing a wheel-like array of blade energy from it. Dozens of blade energies overlapped and spiraled, each rotation changing in angle and force, crisscrossing into an unfathomable net of blades, meeting Dugu Bingxin's "Charm-Stealing Claw."

The sound of clashing true qi rang out like a string of firecrackers. Although Dugu Bingxin's "Asura Undying Body" was hailed as the best hard martial art in the world, the "Peerless Demon Blade," ranked third in the world, seemed to be his nemesis. Every blade of energy could penetrate his nine layers of Asura protective true qi, causing damage to his meridians. Meanwhile, his Asura Tribulation Claws were like scratching an elephant with a rake, having no effect whatsoever, and instead leaving him feeling numb and sore.

Since he had mastered the "Asura Undying Body," this was the first time he had fallen into such a miserable predicament. Only now did he realize that a person's reputation was not what it seemed; the third-ranked martial artist in the world truly lived up to his name.

Dugu Bingxin gritted her teeth and endured a relentless barrage of sword energy from the Third Under Heaven, like a raging river, only to be forced back like a puppet on strings, her face alternating between pale and flushed. Had it not been for the intense battle, she would have looked utterly ridiculous.

Seeing her companion in dire straits, Lou Xueyi didn't rush to her aid. Instead, she turned to Xiao Yao and smiled faintly, "Brother Xiao, will you continue to stand by and watch?"

Xiao Yao sighed inwardly, thinking Lou Xueyi was indeed formidable; a single sentence had forced him to intervene. He smiled wryly and replied, "Brother Lou, please feel free to act. I will do what I must."

Lou Xueyi nodded, "I absolutely trust Brother Xiao."

With that, she flicked her sword and thrust it towards the Third Under Heaven, her leisurely and elegant demeanor concealing a silent, deadly intent—the "subtle influence" of the "Gentleman's Holy Sword"!

The Third Under Heaven sneered, "Old Ghost Feng's 'Gentleman's Holy Sword' has been turned into a sneak attack weapon by his disciple!"

Lou Xueyi laughed, "I didn't expect the Third Under Heaven, from the Demonic Sect, to say such ridiculous things. No matter what kind of swordsmanship it is, as long as it can kill, it's a good swordsmanship. Isn't that the golden rule followed by people of your sect?" The Third Under

Heaven retorted, "You're a hypocrite, even more two-faced than people from the Demonic Sect!"

Lou Xueyi smiled and said, "Brother Third, you flatter me." She was completely unprovoked.

The two continued their verbal sparring without stopping. In the blink of an eye, the "Peerless Demonic Blade" and the "Gentleman's Holy Sword" had already exchanged more than ten blows. Dugu Bingxin seized the opportunity to catch her breath and immediately attacked again. The combined power of the two was extraordinary. Even with the Third Under Heaven's abilities, he had to concentrate and deal with them, no longer as relaxed as before.

For the Third Under Heaven, the greatest threat didn't come from the immediate attack, but from "The Romantic Blade" Xiao Yao, who hadn't yet joined the battle but was watching intently from the sidelines. "Little Li's Flying Dagger never misses!" The Third Under Heaven hadn't forgotten that Xiao Yao was the successor of "Flying Dagger" Li Wuyou.

It seemed the "Three Heroes" had already devised a tactic specifically designed to counter him: Dugu Bingxin and Lou Xueyi would work together to entangle him, while Xiao Yao's flying dagger would deliver a fatal blow. What a clever plan! Should he fall into their trap?

Lou Xueyi saw that although the Third Under Heaven was on the defensive, he was channeling his inner energy, seemingly ready to counterattack at any moment. Her mind raced, and her swordplay suddenly changed. A hundred swords condensed into one, slowly thrusting out, as if the sword carried a hundred pounds of weight. Every inch forward was incredibly difficult, but when it reached its peak, it would be earth-shattering.

Facing this sword strike, even the Third Under Heaven dared not be careless. For the first time, a solemn expression appeared on his face. He flicked his sleeves repeatedly, unleashing layers of demonic blade energy, seemingly slow but actually incredibly fast, densely covering his front.

Lou Xueyi shouted, "Great Centrality and Perfect Righteousness!"

The sword energy surged wildly, the blade gleaming as if coated with mercury. The pale silver sword energy hissed through the air, breaking through the layers of blade energy laid out by the Third Under Heaven. However, with each layer broken, the power and speed of the sword energy weakened. Finally, when it reached the Third Under Heaven, it was as if it had encountered a plate of refined steel, unable to advance even an inch further.

This seemingly ineffective sword strike should have been the most dangerous moment of decline, but fortunately, the Third Under Heaven's opponent was not just Lou Xueyi. Dugu Bingxin intervened in time, her ten fingers trembling wildly as she shot out dense, woven threads of energy. The intertwined, lingering energy gradually expanded into an all-encompassing net, covering the Third Under Heaven's entire body.

This move was the secret technique of the "Asura Undying Body"—Karma Entanglement! As its name suggests, the net woven from qi is like the karma inherent in a person's life; once entangled, there is no escape.

A sharp glint flashed in the eyes of the Third Under Heaven, and his left hand, which had remained motionless, finally moved! With a single flip, a blood-red palm blade, seemingly from hell, expanded in the eyes of the onlookers. It managed to force a flaw in the seemingly impenetrable net of asura qi with destructive power. The precise and focused control was admirable; this strike could be considered the truly renowned "Peerless Demon Blade"!

The Demon Blade, once unleashed, possessed an unparalleled power capable of slaying gods and Buddhas, breaking through Dugu Bingxin's "Karma Entanglement." Moreover, its momentum continued, the blade's force slashing directly towards Lou Xueyi and Dugu Bingxin. Just as the two, with their opening exposed, were about to be severely injured by this strike, Xiao Yao, who had remained motionless until then, finally moved. Everything

has its limits.

Just as the moon waxes and wanes, a person's momentum, like the tides, rises and falls. Even someone as powerful as the Third Under Heaven cannot escape this natural law.

Xiao Yao chose to strike at the critical moment when the third-ranked fighter in the world was exhausted and had not yet generated new strength. Like a highly experienced hunter striking a snake's vital spot with a single blow!

Little Li's Flying Dagger never misses!

The blade was invisible, only its light was visible, because the speed of this flying dagger was simply too fast. Its "form" was lost, but its "essence" remained, and it was stronger and more dangerous than any tangible blade, arriving at the third-ranked fighter's throat in an instant.

Faced with this unavoidable attack, the light of the blade reflected on the third-ranked fighter's face. His eyes revealed a mixture of fervor, excitement, desolation, and loneliness. Then, he opened his mouth and "spewed" out a stream of sword energy, which struck Xiao Yao's flying dagger. Instantly, it felt as if a thousand-pound sluice gate had been slammed down on the blade, and this sure-kill strike changed from a straight shot to a downward one, burying the hilt in the ground!

"What?!"

Xiao Yao's handsome face instantly turned ashen. This was originally a sure thing, but it seemed that the Third Under Heaven had anticipated this move, reserving a final "Peerless Demon Blade" specifically to counter his throwing knife.

The Third Under Heaven's expression remained unchanged, but he couldn't help but secretly rejoice at the close call. Unleashing two consecutive Demon Blades was already the limit of his current skill. If he hadn't rehearsed the three's tactics beforehand, that throwing knife wouldn't be stuck in the ground now, but in his throat.

However, he still managed to block the attack. The "Flying Knife" was Li Wuyou's famous "Little Li's Flying Dagger, Never Missing!" This attack, personally executed by his successor, was at least 70% of Li Wuyou's power, yet it was still countered by him, the Third Under Heaven!

The invincible aura returned to the Third Under Heaven, breaking the meticulously planned trap. With the tide turning, although the battle was not yet over, the Third Under Heaven already held the upper hand. He was confident he would kill all three heroes within five hundred moves!

The Third Under Heaven took a deep breath, about to speak, when suddenly, a change occurred!

A pair of dark hands burst from the ground, like the strongest iron clamps, instantly clamping down on his ankles.

At the same time, Lou Xueyi appeared, sword and body as one, the sword shadows trembling violently as she struck forty-nine times, each strike aimed at the Third Under Heaven's vital points, as if trying to kill him forty-nine times in one breath.

With his feet bound, the Third Under Heaven had no way to dodge; these forty-nine sword strikes hit his entire body without fail!

Just as surprised as the Third Under Heaven was Xiao Yao, but before he could react, Dugu Bingxin swiftly moved behind him, placing a palm against his back and saying in a deep voice, "Brother Xiao, for the sake of the bigger picture, I'll have to trouble you."

Xiao Yao exclaimed in surprise, "You...?!"

A strange and mysterious foreign true energy flowed from their palms together, penetrating his meridians. Though foreign, it possessed a strange allure, pushing his remaining true energy to the brink of chaos. Under the manipulation of a deliberate individual, the rampaging power targeted the Third Under Heaven.

Xiao Yao's body lurched towards the Third Under Heaven like a puppet on strings, Dugu Bingxin pressed tightly against his back, creating a bizarre sight. However, the fierce and violent true energy unleashed by the former was no joke; given the Third Under Heaven's current state, there was no way he could avoid it.

"Using ants to kill an elephant?!"

Xiao Yao, who was bearing the brunt of the attack, suddenly remembered a secret technique from the "Asura Undying Body." This technique unleashed the body's potential, allowing one to unleash two or three times their own power at once. However, it also caused immense damage, resulting in lifelong disability for the most severe cases and partial paralysis for the least. It was considered a bizarre move that aligned with the Demonic Sect's selfish and harmful spirit. He never expected that Dugu Bingxin would use it against his "comrade-in-arms"!

Involuntarily, he struck the Third Under Heaven in the chest, causing the latter's chest to cave in like a flattened persimmon. The Third Under Heaven roared, and a spurt of blood sprayed onto Xiao Yao's face, causing the exhausted Xiao Yao to fall backward. But at that moment, Dugu Bingxin had already flashed to the Third Under Heaven's right blind spot like a ghost, revealing her killer nature with the "Charm-Stealing Claw"! Her six fingers seemed to be hooking out the Third Under Heaven's intestines.

"Third in the world! The gates of hell have been opened for you!"

Xiao Yao's triple power, combined with Lou Xueyi's "Gentleman's Holy Sword," was no joke. Even the Third in the world couldn't withstand it. Although severely injured, fortunately, his "Hellwalk" technique emphasized survival in the face of death. He suppressed the excruciating pain from his internal injuries, gathered his power in his lower body, and pulled his legs outward. The sound of bones cracking immediately rang out, eliminating the attackers on the ground and symbolizing that he was no longer under anyone's control.

Dugu Bingxin, thanks to the sacrifice of two "companions," successfully caught his target, but then felt a strange spatial sensation as if he had lost his body. His energy stopped at his wrist, and the true energy that had lost its target instead impacted his meridians, forcing him to retreat hastily. Otherwise, his arm would have been useless.

"To kill me! You even resorted to such despicable acts as ambushes and sneak attacks?"

The Third in the world glared angrily, spitting out another mouthful of blood. His thin body swayed precariously, clearly showing how serious his injuries were.

"What's a little trickery compared to vanquishing demons and upholding justice?"

Lou Xueyi, the only remaining force, slashed at Tianxia Sanren with her sword. The sound of the sword cutting through the air indicated that she had been concealing her strength. Although Tianxia Sanren wanted to retaliate, he was too weak due to his severe injuries. Although he reacted instantly to avoid a fatal blow, a large chunk of flesh was still cut off, the wound so deep that bone was visible.

"Easy for you to say! Is sacrificing your comrades also a last resort?" Tianxia Sanren said bitterly.

"Brother Xiao sacrificed himself to eliminate demons. Such self-sacrifice and righteousness will be forever admired and remembered by us."

Lou Xueyi smiled faintly and thrust her sword again, determined to drive Tianxia Sanren into a corner.

Tianxia Sanren knew that the situation was hopeless. Continuing to fight would only result in either death from exhaustion or bleeding to death. Although arrogant, he was not a rigid and inflexible person. With a roar, he dodged the sword and then soared into the air, disappearing into the distance like an arrow released from a bow.

"This hatred will be avenged in the future!"

When he said the last two words, his voice became so weak that it was hard to hear. It was unclear whether it was because he was too weak after being seriously injured or because he had already gone far away.

"We can't let him escape, chase after him!"

Dugu Bingxin was about to pursue the Third Under Heaven, but Lou Xueyi stopped her, saying, "No need to chase. He used the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique to propel himself away with the 'One Thousand Miles' lightness skill. We can't catch him anyway."

Dugu Bingxin looked at Lou Xueyi with resentment in her eyes: "So, all our painstaking planning of this trap was in vain, and the Third Under Heaven still managed to escape?"

Lou Xueyi grinned and said, "He was first struck by a sword, and then hit head-on by your and Xiao Yao's 'Inducing Ants to Kill Elephants.' He was already severely injured, and then he used the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, which self-ignites his life force, to escape. Even if he doesn't die, his power will never be fully restored. Living is no different from being dead."

Dugu Bingxin asked worriedly, "Aren't you afraid he'll tell everyone about today's battle?"

A mocking expression appeared on Lou Xueyi's jade-like handsome face.

"That depends on whether he can return to the 'Mingyue Sect' alive."

"So you had everything arranged beforehand, that's good."

After saying that, Dugu Bingxin turned and walked towards the black-clad assassin who had just launched a sneak attack from underground, the greatest contributor to today's victory, but now half-buried in the ground, barely alive.

"Well done! As expected of the chief instructor of my 'Shura Hall'."

A bitter smile appeared on the assassin's face. The third-best counterattack in the world was launched in anger, and even with his "Mighty Eagle Claw Hand" honed for thirty years, he couldn't withstand it. His arms were now permanently useless.

"Young Master, you flatter me. I was just doing what I should do."

Dugu Bingxin nodded and said, "I, Dugu Bingxin, will never forget the sacrifices and contributions that Fang Shixun made to my 'Shura Hall' in my lifetime."

After saying that, she suddenly kicked Fang Shixun in the throat. The latter groaned in agony, blood gushing from all seven orifices, and died on the spot.

Lou Xueyi wasn't surprised at all by Dugu Bingxin's sudden murder to silence him, as if she had known he would do it.

"Then... Xiao Yao, you're next."

"Wait a minute." Lou Xueyi suddenly called out to Dugu Bingxin, "Xiao Yao still has value to us; we must spare his life for now."

A cold, sharp glint flashed in Dugu Bingxin's eyes, but it vanished in an instant, followed by a slightly displeased snort.

"If you don't nip it in the bud, there will be endless trouble later."

Lou Xueyi smiled slightly, "I didn't say I wouldn't kill him, but there are still a few doubts. Once I understand them, I naturally won't leave him alive."

Dugu Bingxin said, "Without a body, how will you explain to Li Wuyou?"

Lou Xueyi said, "I have my own arrangements. In short, I will make it flawless, so that no one can see any flaws."

"That's for the best." Dugu Bingxin still seemed dissatisfied, but for some reason, she suppressed it. "What's the next move?"

"Next move..." Lou Xueyi smiled and pondered, her gaze falling on the unconscious Xiao Yao on the ground, a cruel mockery in her eyes.

"It's time to officially launch the 'Heaven-Slaying Operation' against Jun Nitian under the guise of 'Breaking the Prison'!"

Chapter Ten: Offering the Body

"The so-called night is just a black curtain to cover up deep sins." With

this ambiguous sigh, a strange face, which could be described as a beautiful young man yet carried three parts evil and three parts innocence, lay casually on the roof of a tall building, holding a shining crystal bead in his hand, tossing it up and catching it. His closed eyes made one worry that the next moment would see the bead shatter and the person die, but the person involved seemed to have no concern about this possibility.

A hint of annoyance appeared on Jun Tianxie's face. He looked up at the sky and sighed, "I never thought I'd really lose everything this time . I failed to replenish my energy and instead got a beating from Sister Tianjiao, making my injuries even worse. Where am I supposed to get my fix now?"

"It's all that 'Yu Tianxie' guy's doing! The whole city knows about it. Now, even if I wanted to find someone to help me out, I'm afraid of being discovered. If Sister Tianjiao, who's still in the city, finds out, she'll definitely castrate me. Even if we're siblings, there's no mercy."

While he was thinking, the crystal ball kept bobbing up and down without stopping, as if his body and mind were acting separately.

"I originally thought that with 60% of the 'Evil Nirvana,' I would be hard-pressed to be a match for anyone in the martial arts world. But I was just a frog in a well with my shallow view. The world is vast and full of powerful people. With my current strength, I might not even be able to defeat the Three Heroes and Sister Tianjiao, let alone the third-ranked master in the world or top experts like Long Bufei. And then there's 'him'..."

His thoughts paused unexpectedly, and the perfect state of his soul and body being separated was immediately restored to its original state. The falling crystal bead bounced off his fingertips. After a flurry of activity, he finally managed to avoid the tragedy of both his body and the bead dying.

"Bad luck! Even this broken bead is working against me!"

He angrily vented his rage on the lifeless object, initially intending to smash the crystal bead to pieces to vent his hatred. But then he reconsidered and decided not to act impulsively over "money."

"That young lady only had this one valuable thing on her. Sigh! She's truly spoiled and doesn't understand the ways of the world. If she's going to run away from home, she should at least take something easily exchangeable."

To rob the dead with such righteous indignation—only someone as shameless as Jun Tianxie could utter such words. Suddenly, he frowned in dissatisfaction and put the crystal bead into his pocket.

"Such a strong stench, which vixen has descended upon this world?"

"Young Master Jun, how can you speak of me like that? It breaks my heart!"

A soft, melodious voice drifted on the night breeze, its alluring sweetness as irresistible as sugar, surpassing even the most intimate whispers of a lover. Yet, Jun Tianxie paid no heed to such a captivating tone, instead displaying a disdainful expression.

A graceful figure floated before Jun Tianxie like a celestial maiden, her slender curves accentuated by a red, tight-fitting outfit, enough to take any normal man's breath away.

Her face, a striking contrast of red and white, was alluringly beautiful, with a captivating, almost watery glow. Her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed and relaxed, every smile and frown utterly mesmerizing. Her eyes, brimming with seductive charm, stirred the heart of any who looked upon her, yet also held an unyielding, sacred purity. These two completely opposite qualities blended seamlessly within her, adding to her allure.

Jun Tianxie frowned inwardly, thinking, "This woman's 'physical offering' seems to have improved again; she has actually broken through to the realm where form is not different from emptiness."

The newcomer was none other than Shui Furong, the top courtesan of "Fireworks Pavilion," but her true identity was Jixiangtian, one of the Four Flying Heavens of "Heavenly Palace," a demonic maiden!

Jun Tianxie said calmly, "The dignified Jixiangtian, one of the Four Flying Heavens of the Heavenly Palace, would not also have the problem of not being able to sleep at night and running out to get some fresh air, would he?"

When talking to a smart person like Jixiangtian, there is no need to beat around the bush, so he went straight to the point, destroying and then building, suppressing the other party to the lowest level first, so as to increase his own bargaining chips.

As expected, Jixiangtian's expression changed slightly, but she was also a cunning person. With a flirtatious glance, she chuckled and said, "Young Master Jun is indeed an extraordinary person. I was confident that my disguise was flawless, but I didn't expect that Young Master Jun would see through my identity so easily. I wonder how Young Master Jun managed to do it?"

Jun Tianxie thought to himself that she was trying to probe his background indirectly. He clicked his tongue and casually said, "As a member of 'Breaking the Prison,' having a special sensitivity to people in the Demonic Sect is a necessary condition."

This statement was essentially meaningless, but it further induced Jixiangtian to assume that Luo Yuzai was a member of "Breaking the Prison." As long as such a "misunderstanding" was to his advantage, Jun Tianxie would naturally not expose her.

Sure enough, when Jixiangtian heard the words "Breaking the Prison," her eyes lit up with a strange light. Although it was only a fleeting reaction, it could not escape Jun Tianxie's discerning eyes.

"So, Young Master Jun really is a member of the 'Prison Breaker' organization."

Jun Tianxie shrugged. "So what if I am? Because you know I'm your Demonic Sect's mortal enemy, are you going to kill me now?"

Jixiangtian giggled. "Young Master Jun is quite the joker. Putting aside our hostile stance, I greatly admire Young Master Jun personally."

"This vixen is actually acting like she's very fond of me. What does she want from me?"

Jun Tianxie, of course, didn't find any reason to be attracted to Jixiangtian by Luo's "masculine charm." He hadn't forgotten that the woman before him was an even more ruthless vixen than "Charming Fox" Yang Jing.

She brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and smiled, "Thank you for your appreciation, Grandma. If there's nothing else, I'd like to go home and sleep."

Unexpectedly, Jun Tianxie suddenly said this, and Jixiangtian was slightly taken aback. Despite her years of studying seductive arts and her experience with men, she felt an inexplicable, unfathomable feeling towards the young man before her. Looking at his strangely handsome face, which seemed to be smiling but wasn't quite there, she felt a wavering she couldn't quite explain. But this "being moved" was different from her feelings for Xiao Yao; it was a breach in her mental defenses, a situation far more dangerous than the latter.

She didn't know that this was the result of Jun Tianxie secretly influencing her with his "Evil Path Nirvana." In terms of skill, the two might be evenly matched, but the latter's "unmoved evil heart" was a spiritual technique several levels higher than "physical offering." In the demonic sect, the strong prey on the weak, and the loser has no chance of recovery. Therefore, Jixiangtian's seductive arts were useless, and she was constantly at a disadvantage.

Of course, this doesn't mean Jun Tianxie has reached the supreme level of subduing the enemy without fighting; it simply means she's in a relatively advantageous position.

Reason tells her to get away from the strange young man before her as quickly as possible, but a completely opposite, instinctive impulse, like a moth drawn to a flame, makes her feet feel like they're nailed

to the ground. However, she also realizes she can't continue to be at a disadvantage, so she chuckles softly, raising her right hand slightly to brush aside her wind-blown hair. This simple gesture elevates her charm to an even higher level; her eyes are misty and hazy, as if expecting yet fearing harm—so alluring!

Jun Tianxie secretly praises, "Si Feitian is indeed no ordinary person; he actually came up with this method of turning defeat into victory."

It's rare to find a worthy opponent, and Jun Tianxie should have properly dealt with Jixiangtian, but unfortunately, his other clone seems to disagree, directly protesting to its master through its actions.

Jixiangtian clearly noticed Jun Tianxie's physical reaction, and said with a coquettish and delighted expression, "Young Master Jun...you...you..."

Jun Tianxie cursed his own manhood for being so useless, ruining the image he had painstakingly built. However, he also knew that he did have that kind of "need," and there was no better person to relieve his desire than Jixiangtian. He sighed helplessly and said, "Let's be frank, what exactly do you want me to do?" Jixiangtian's

blushing face looked even more beautiful and charming. Her pair of watery, seductive eyes kept darting around the tent that was pitched between Jun Tianxie's legs. She said with a coquettish smile, "This servant wants Young Master Jun to save someone."

"Save someone?"

Jun Tianxie raised his eyebrows. It would be easier and more pleasant for him to harm someone than to save someone.

"This person is, in a way, a friend of Young Master Jun. I believe Young Master Jun wouldn't want to see a friend in trouble and be unable to help,"

Jun Tianxie shrugged. "That depends on the situation. I know that thankless tasks are completely foreign to people like us. Tell me! Who is the person you want me to save?"

Jixiangtian said softly, "It's 'The Romantic Blade' Xiao Yao."

"Xiao Yao!" Although the answer was expected, Jun Tianxie was still startled. "Are you kidding me? Isn't he the person you want to kill?"

Jixiangtian bit her lip, revealing a complex and inscrutable expression. "Precisely because he is the person I want to kill, I absolutely cannot allow him to die at someone else's hands. I must personally end Xiao Yao's life!"

"Woman!"

Jun Tianxie shook his head inwardly. He knew all too well what kind of feelings a woman held when she spoke of a man with such a tone of love and hate. The true meaning of those words was actually, "If you kill my man, I will fight you to the death."

Jixiangtian has clearly gone too far this time, his life of hunting birds has ended with him being pecked blind by a goose, and he has not only fallen in love but also with someone he should never have.

However, given Xiao Yao's abilities, there are very few people in this world capable of putting him in such a predicament; those who could must be formidable figures, and definitely not people he should provoke.

Before he could even refuse, Ji Xiangtian seemed to sense his intentions first, her mournful expression like a sob, "You're the only one who can save him. If you agree to save him, I'll agree to any condition."

Faced with this blatant temptation, Jun Tianxie, who was good at pretending to be lustful but was actually calm inside, actually fell into deep thought. It wasn't because Luo Xiangtian's body had any irresistible charm for him, but because her practice of "physical offering" would greatly help heal his injuries. And doing such a thing required mutual consent, which gave Jun Tianxie a real headache.

"I'll pretend to agree to her first. I'll just play it by ear. Saving him is just a matter of chance. If I can, I'll go with the flow; if not, I'll run away. Do you think I'm afraid she'll come after me?"

Having made up his mind, Jun Tianxie nodded resolutely and said, "I can save Xiao Yao, but I never accept promises after the fact. I want my due reward now."

Jixiangtian showed a rare shyness and said, "Here?"

Jun Tianxie smiled and said, "With my skills, it doesn't matter where I am, does it? You're the one who needs to save him, not me. If we delay any longer, Brother Xiao won't be able to wait that long."

This young man is even more cunning and cold-blooded than the people of the Demonic Sect! Jixiangtian gritted her teeth and sighed, "Fine... but you can't go back on your promise to me."

Jun Tianxie shamelessly laughed and said, "Don't worry! I can swear to heaven that I will keep my word." But he deliberately ignored his usual habit of taking oaths for granted.

Jixiangtian deftly removed her outer garment, the dark red, tight-fitting fabric slowly sliding down her beautiful body onto the roof, first revealing her full, firm breasts! Below that, silky, fine pubic hair, slightly curled, covered her peach blossom cave entrance, possessing a unique and mysterious allure.

Even with Jun Tianxie's vast experience with beautiful women, he had to admit that Jixiangtian's body was a masterpiece he had ever seen, definitely ranking in the top five! Moreover, her charm had been enhanced by the secret arts of the demonic sect; her "physical offering" was one of the most powerful techniques in the "Charming Maiden's Heart Method." Under normal circumstances, if she were to clash with his "evil path of Nirvana," it would likely result in a mutually destructive outcome.

Jixiangtian blushed under Jun Tianxie's burning gaze, lowered her head and whispered, "You...you wanted me...why are you still standing there blankly...?"

Jun Tianxie could no longer suppress the primal urge within him, gritted his teeth and strode towards the naked Jixiangtian, placing one hand on her full breasts, and sighed, "Is it worth it for that playboy?"

Jixiangtian's body trembled, her face flushed as if she had drunk wine, she trimmed her long eyelashes again and again, and whispered, "Whether it's worth it or not, it's my own decision."

A jealousy that he himself did not understand welled up in Jun Tianxie's heart, and he made up his mind to conquer the woman in front of him and completely erase the influence of Xiao Yao from her mind. With one hand, he channeled the aphrodisiac power of "Evil Nirvana," roughly kneading Jixiangtian's voluptuous naked body. His massage techniques, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, involved kneading, patting, and striking with all his might. Sure enough, in no time, her almond-shaped eyes were overflowing with lustful desire, and she emitted seductive moans.

Jun Tianxie watched, knowing that Jixiangtian was launching a counterattack with her alluring arts. In the demonic sect, human intercourse was not merely a simple act of sexual intercourse and yin-yang harmony; it was a contest of willpower. Whoever could resist and weaken their control would be the loser, paying a price ranging from a loss of power to death. The perilous process was no less than a real duel.

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Ignoring differences in status, age, and position, the two were simply a man and woman seeking sensual pleasure, greedily craving the satisfaction of primal desires. Their ecstatic moans echoed in the starry night sky. In a corner of the city's high-rise rooftop, an endless spring of passion was hidden.

Without warning, a wave of tingling pleasure washed over them, and their semen gushed forth; their vaginas spasmed and contracted, their cheeks flushed, their eyes filled with tears, and their moans of pleasure continued. They simultaneously reached the pinnacle of climax, and after a powerful orgasm, they collapsed limply onto the roof tiles.

"The Four Flying Heavens are indeed worthy of their reputation. I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time... What's going on! What did you do?!"

Just as Jun Tianxie was about to guide the pure Yin energy he had absorbed during their intercourse, and use the "Transformation into Nothingness" technique to take possession of a portion of Jixiangtian's "physical offering" power, so as to quickly heal his injuries and cultivate his foundation, he didn't expect that the pure Yin energy he had absorbed would suddenly freeze and stop moving forward. It even seemed to wander away on its own like a ghost, disappearing subtly and imperceptibly into the "Tanzhong acupoint" on his chest.

Looking at Jun Tianxie's face, which was as ugly as could be, Jixiangtian, whose disheveled hair still retained its eerie beauty, laughed and said, "Since you know we're kindred spirits, how could I not have a backup plan in case I get bitten back? I'm the only one in the world who knows the antidote to this 'Returning Yin Needle.' If you want to be healthy and free from illness in the future, just wait until you rescue Xiao Yao, and I'll remove the antidote for you."

Suppressing the urge to kill this vile woman with a single blow, Jun Tianxie could only smile bitterly at Jixiangtian's innocent and naive expression. He had underestimated her abilities. He had thought he could use yin-yang sedation, but instead, he had stepped into a trap set by this witch. "He who hunts birds all day gets pecked in the eye by a goose"—this saying perfectly described him!

One can only say that even the wisest can make a mistake. Chapter 1

of Volume 4

: The Snow-Clad Sword Technique

On a night of strange moon and eccentric stars, on a desolate and eerie high hill, all was quiet and deserted. Yet, on this turbulent night of turmoil, a large white sedan chair suddenly appeared like a ghost. Though called a "sedan chair," it was actually as large as a small house, and there wasn't a single porter in sight. How had this large sedan chair arrived at this remote high hill? It was truly perplexing.

Suddenly, a long howl pierced the air, clear and melodious like the roar of a tiger or the cry of a dragon, high-pitched and seemingly capable of shattering clouds and splitting rocks. Even though the person was several miles away, the howl was as clear as if it were right next to their ear. The power of the person who uttered the sound was unbelievably high!

As soon as the howl sounded, a cold snort came from inside the white sedan chair. Strangely, amidst such a powerful and majestic howl, this relatively insignificant cold snort was still clearly audible.

The whistling sound grew closer, proving that the person was arriving extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they were already in front of the sedan chair.

A head of white hair fluttered in the night wind, his face was like jade, he wore silk robes, and his demeanor was dignified and noble. At first glance, he appeared to be a handsome young nobleman, his eyes narrowed into slits, his smile composed and peaceful, yet for some reason, it carried a hint of sinister intent.

The man stopped three zhang in front of the sedan chair, bowed respectfully, and said with a smile that never wavered, "Disciple of the Heavenly King, 'Cangxie' Bai Mo greets the Lord of the Underworld."

A heavy hum came from the white gauze curtain inside the sedan chair, followed by a pleasant, deep voice that immediately evoked warmth: "No need for formalities. Nephew, your martial arts have improved again. Even I, the

Lord of the Underworld, must admit defeat at that roar." Bai Mo replied respectfully, "I dare not. This junior has only shown

my limited skills before an expert; I have only made a fool of myself in front of the Lord of the Underworld." The voice from inside the sedan chair said, "I fear that you do not truly believe this. With such an outstanding disciple as you, Emperor Shitian has surpassed my 'Underworld.'"

Suddenly, another charming voice rang out from inside the sedan chair: "Why must the Lord of the Underworld boost the enemy's morale and diminish our own? Why not let us four ladies teach this ungrateful brat a lesson and show him the power of the Underworld's martial arts?"

The original voice, addressed as "Lord of the Underworld," pondered for a moment and said, "A friendly spar is harmless, but I fear that if the four of us don't know our own strength, we might disrupt the harmony between the Heavenly and Earthly Sects."

The female voice inside the sedan chair said in a coquettish tone, "Does Lord of the Underworld not trust us? We four sisters will be very careful not to use excessive force; at most, we'll cripple this brat."

The "Lord's" voice sounded like a desperate plea, unable to withstand the seductive onslaught. She sighed and said, "These four ladies are just so willful. I can't do anything about them. Remember to be gentle with your attacks."

Suddenly, four synchronized giggles rang out

from inside the sedan chair: "The four ladies understand." Before Bai Mo could react, the white veil inside the sedan chair suddenly billowed from the four corners, and four slender figures shot out. One could vaguely make out another person inside, but the billowing veil quickly retracted, as if some suction force within the sedan chair prevented the true face of the person inside from being seen.

The four figures emerging from the sedan chair moved with ghostly speed, shrinking in size to an inch as they pounced on Bai Mo. Each of the four occupied a position, seemingly unconnected yet containing hidden secrets. It seemed these four had practiced some kind of combined attack formation.

"Four Beauties! White Demon doesn't wish to offend either sect and damage the harmony, please stop!"

The Four Beauties weren't just one person, but four names. More striking than their names was their identity: they were the trusted generals of the Lord of the Underworld—"Ksitigarbha"—the Demon Buddha! Therefore, the identity of the person inside the sedan chair was obvious.

White Demon seemed unwilling to provoke a battle and tried to retreat, but the four beauties had no intention of letting him go. Four completely different forces surged from above, below, left, and right, sealing off all his escape routes! They also intended to seal off his life!

White Demon, of course, didn't want to die, so he had no choice but to fight back.

"Clang!" With a long cry, the single-edged sword "Azure Evil" was drawn, its icy killing intent soaring into the sky before shattering into a thin, frosty blade of light like chaotic clouds in the sky.

The person in the sedan chair sighed slightly, "Is that the 'Snow-Covering Blade Technique'? We can't fight it head-on!"

As soon as the White Demon unleashed his "Azure Evil" technique, the Four Beauties were forced to halt their attacks by his chilling blade aura. Their combined formation also developed an unexpected gap. The White Demon moved with his blade, his longsword dancing with a white light like an icy river. Reminded by the sedan chair's owner, the four beauties dared not confront the Snow-Covering Blade Technique directly, each dodging it. In a single move, the White Demon broke the world-renowned "Four Formations of No Elephant"!

The White Demon did not press his advantage. Instead, he stood rooted to the spot, sword in hand, his expression still bearing that peaceful smile. Though young, he already displayed the demeanor of a grandmaster. He said calmly, "The 'Four Formations of No Elephants' is incredibly powerful. I have no confidence in winning if we continue. Let this battle end here."

The four women forced back by the White Demon's sword aura—the Four Elegant Beauties of the Underworld—each occupied a corner, their alluring eyes fixed on the center of the arena with murderous intent. The White Demon used this opportunity to catch a glimpse of the four beauties of the Demon Buddha. It turned out that these four beauties were actually quadruplets who looked exactly alike! Dressed as nuns with no hair on their heads, their clothing was extremely revealing and provocative. The thin, pitiful clothes draped over their bodies could not conceal their exquisite and beautiful figures. Their long, slender legs were smooth and alluring, and their full breasts rose and fell with each breath, creating an enticing rhythm.

What's even more remarkable is that the four women possess a mature and captivating beauty, as if sculpted from the same mold, leaving one breathless with admiration.

Wu Fa, Wu Tian, Wu Hua, and Wu Guo—collectively known as the Four Beautyless Women.

An awkward silence ensued, then suddenly, the warm and friendly voice of Mo Tuofo rang out from the sedan chair: "The 'Snow-Covering Saber Technique' has been lost for nearly a century. I never imagined it would reappear in the mortal world today in the hands of my nephew. How could I not allow my four beloved concubines to properly learn from Nephew Bai and broaden their horizons on such a rare opportunity?"

The Four Beautyless Women, having served Mo Tuofo for a long time, immediately understood their master's unspoken meaning. He was wary of the man's formidable saber skills and, to prevent him from becoming a future threat, had hinted that the four of them should seize the opportunity to eliminate him.

Bai Mo, seemingly oblivious to the perilous situation before him, smiled and held his sword in one hand, saying, "This junior's swordsmanship is still inadequate; how can it compare to the Lord's renowned 'Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire' divine skill?"

The leader of the Four Beauties, Wu Fa, winked at the other three, then smiled flirtatiously, "Young Master Bai hasn't even truly experienced my sisters' 'Four Formations of No Elephant' yet, how dare you challenge the Lord beyond your level? We four will not allow it."

As soon as she finished speaking, the four beauties' slender bodies suddenly spun like whirlwinds. From within the whirlwind shot four strange azure arcs of light that tore through space. Their ethereal, traceless trajectories carried a fleeting killing intent, rapidly transforming into Luo Shu's mark, to be etched onto Bai Mo's body.

In this life-or-death moment, the White Demon closed his eyes. Just as the four arcs of light were about to sever his body, he suddenly gripped his sword with both hands and shouted, "Prajnaparamita!"

A stream of silver light danced around him, resembling a giant, blooming snow lotus, but the lotus's edges were sharp ice blades. The snow lotus and the White Demon moved and danced together, exploding into brilliant sparks when they came into contact with the azure light emanating from the Four Maidens, illuminating the entire night sky.

"Frozen for three thousand miles, snow lotus spreads across the nine heavens!"

The White Demon finally unleashed his ultimate skill, the "Snow-Clad Blade Technique," unleashing its full power. Waves of bone-chilling cold surged towards the Four Maidens, and countless cold stars danced and swirled around them, as if they had entered a frigid world of swirling snow.

The "Wheel of Existence and Non-existence" unleashed by the Four Beauties gradually slowed down, perhaps affected by the freezing air. It shifted from a formless halo to a closed, shimmering light. Meanwhile, the White Demon's blade gleamed fiercely. Before anyone knew whether he intended to retaliate, the white veil of the sedan chair fluttered, and a figure flew out.

"Let me experience the high skill of my nephew, Bai!"

A chilling aura, capable of holding one's breath, pressed down on the White Demon like a wall.

The White Demon suddenly stopped, turned, and attacked, his blade striking the strongest point of the thick wall of aura emanating from the person in the sedan chair. His movements were as fluid as if he had been preparing to unleash this strike since the start of the battle.

"Bang!"

The White Demon shuddered violently as the chilling, icy energy emanating from the person in the sedan chair, no less potent than his own, invaded his meridians. However, upon entering his body, it quickly transformed into a fiery, yang energy, nearly throwing his entire body's qi and blood into chaos. He hurriedly took a deep breath while being thrown back through the air, stabilizing his qi and expelling the strange, fluctuating energy.

The White Demon was blasted back several dozen feet before landing again. He twirled his sword, his face returning to normal after alternating between red and white. In less than a snap of his fingers, he laughed heartily: "The Lord of the Underworld's 'Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire' is indeed unparalleled in the world!"

One of the three most renowned figures of the Demonic Sect, the Lord of the Underworld—"Ksitigarbha" Demon Buddha! He looked like a friendly and prosperous merchant. His round figure was wrapped in a silk yellow robe tailored by the Jingzan UW family. His face was full of friendly smiles, and he wore a ring on each of his ten fingers. He looked like a jeweled Maitreya Buddha. How could he look like a ruthless demon?

The astonishment in Mo Tuofo's narrow eyes as he stared at Bai Mo was fleeting. He stood there as if he hadn't made a move at all, and even smiled with feigned concern, saying, "I acted in a moment of panic. I wonder if I accidentally injured my nephew?"

This kind of insinuating greeting was a specialty of the Demonic Sect, and Bai Mo, being a master of it himself, naturally wouldn't fall for it easily. He shook his head and smiled, "Thank you for your mercy, Lord. I only suffered minor injuries under your unparalleled power. I should be fine after a short rest."

His willingness to take the blame only added to the mystery surrounding his condition. Although the four beauties wanted to seize the opportunity, they could only remain still without further instructions from their master.

The Demon Buddha's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he chuckled, "Indeed, heroes emerge from among the young. With Brother Heavenly King having such a worthy disciple as Nephew Bai, it seems that the time is just around the corner for 'Heavenly Palace' to surpass Old Man Jun's 'Nether Mountain Sect'."

The White Demon smiled faintly and said, "Lord of the Palace, you flatter me. The three great demonic sects are of the same lineage, and there is only healthy competition among them. I have never thought of suppressing anyone."

The Demon Buddha grinned, his features crinkling with laughter, and nodded happily, saying, "Well said! Well said! Such understanding at such a young age, you will surely achieve great things in the future! It's a pity that my household lacks someone like you, my nephew; otherwise, I could have abdicated long ago and lived a carefree life, without having to worry so much every day."

The White Demon replied, "Your Highness is

too kind. Your household is full of talented people, whom I have always greatly admired." The Demon Buddha chuckled, "Easy! Easy! Did Brother Heavenly King summon you to my household just to flatter me?"

The White Demon thought to himself, "Finally, we're getting to the point." He sheathed his sword and bowed, saying, "My master sent me here to inform Your Highness that there seems to be some unusual activity in the 'Six Realms' recently. Please keep an eye out for it."

Upon hearing the words "Six Realms," a strange expression seemed to flash across the fat face of the Demon Buddha for a fleeting moment, but it was less than a breath's pause before he regained his smile and said, "Brother Heavenly King is truly a thoughtful person. Please ask my nephew to go back and convey to your master that we understand and thank him for his concern."

The White Demon bowed and said, "This junior will convey a word to my master without omitting a single word. I apologize for any offense or disturbance. Farewell, Lord of the Palace and the four Holy Maidens."

After speaking, the White Demon turned and walked away unhurriedly, his low-key attitude the opposite of his arrival. The Demon Buddha watched his figure with narrowed eyes until he disappeared into the darkness. Wutian, standing to the side, finally couldn't help but say, "Lord of the Palace, Luo Yun, let this boy leave? Do you think that with the combined strength of the four of us and the Lord of the Palace, we can't keep this boy alive?"

With no outsiders present, the Demon Buddha's habitually amiable and friendly smile vanished instantly, replaced by a stern and frosty expression.

"There's no need to turn against Indra now. Killing his disciple would shatter the fragile cooperation between us. With the formidable enemies of 'Mingyue Sect' and 'Six Paths Realm' surrounding us, and the self-proclaimed chivalrous clowns of the White Path Alliance causing trouble, the 'Underworld' now needs a force like the 'Heavenly Palace.'"

He didn't reveal all his thoughts, but beneath the Demon Buddha's enigmatic expression, he harbored a different kind of calculation regarding the young White Demon.

"To withstand seventy percent of my 'Ice and Fire from the Same Source' attack unscathed... 'Azure Demon' White Demon! This person is absolutely not to be underestimated. Emperor Shitian, did you train such a disciple to compete with those familiars in the 'Six Realms'? Interesting... However, the so-called trump card is only truly effective when it's used at the last moment. No matter how much you fight amongst yourselves, I will be the one to reap the benefits in the end."

Ignoring the astonished gazes of the four princesses, he swayed his plump body, his gait reminiscent of a penguin, and returned to his sedan chair. Only then did the deep, melodious voice of the Demon Buddha ring out again. "

Start the sedan chair. Our destination is 'The Sea of Trees Without Entry'."

Even the longest night will eventually pass, but while light can dispel darkness, it cannot dispel the gloom deep within people's hearts, nor can it even dispel a gloomy expression.

"Why do you look so pale... Did you do too much and ruin your health? You need to take care of yourself. I have some very effective tonics here, would you like to try them?"

Looking at Jixiangtian's charming and beautiful face, Jun Tianxie desperately resisted the urge to strangle her, coldly replying, "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need them. Keep them for yourself."

Jixiangtian's face was full of sweet smiles. After their passionate night together, she now held his arm without any hesitation, as intimately as a wife teasing her husband.

However, Jun Tianxie hadn't forgotten that this venomous beauty had used the same attitude last night, "gaining" (?) his trust before implanting the "Returning Yin Needle," the only antidote she knew, into his body, forcing him to go with her to rescue Xiao Yao, otherwise the consequences would be a complete breakup.

What he thought would be a stroke of good fortune turned into a life-or-death gamble, making Jun Tianxie lament his bad luck.

"That won't do! You have an important mission to complete right now. How can you not take care of yourself? Come on! Is anything bothering you? Let me give you a massage. I'm not bragging, but my massage skills are top-notch; even the Palace Master himself praised them..." "No need, no

need! I'm perfectly fine. If you could stay away from me a little, and not be so intimate, my body would be even better."

Jun Tianxie looked like he had goosebumps. Turning away a woman who offered herself up wasn't in his nature, but this woman's ability to hide a knife behind a smile was even more formidable than his own. He didn't want her to take advantage of him again; being a sucker once was enough.

"That's too much! Am I really that annoying?"

In an instant, she changed her expression to one of impending tears, with tears welling up in her eyes. Her acting skills, which conveyed all her emotions, once again made Jun Tianxie sigh that it was a great loss to the country that this woman didn't become an actress.

“Enough! I’ll go with Grandma to rescue Xiao Yao, so let’s not beat around the bush anymore.” Jun Tianxie rubbed his aching temples and sighed, “Please, Grandma, tell me first, who exactly captured Xiao Yao?” Jixiangtian’s

expression turned serious. “It was the other two heroes he considered ‘comrades,’ Dugu Bingxin and Lou Xueyi.”

Jun Tianxie’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?!”

Jixiangtian added coldly, “The three heroes secretly challenged the third-ranked warrior in the world, but they treacherously laid an ambush at the battleground. As a result, the third-ranked warrior was wounded and defeated, while Xiao Yao was betrayed and attacked by the other two, ultimately captured, and his current whereabouts are unknown.”

Jun Tianxie gasped in shock. Jixiangtian's few words revealed matters of great importance, affecting both the righteous and evil factions of the martial world. At the same time, suspicion arose in his heart. How could Jixiangtian so easily reveal such crucial information to an "outsider" like him?

Moreover, given Jixiangtian's position and ranking within the Demonic Sect, he seemed unqualified to be involved in such a major secret.

Jixiangtian seemed to see through Jun Tianxie's doubts, offering a wistful and self-deprecating smile.

“When a woman falls in love with a man, especially if that man is a free spirit, she will naturally pay extra attention to his every move.”

Jun Tianxie asked in astonishment, “Could it be that you’ve been having people follow Xiao Yao all along?”

Jixiangtian smiled wearily, “My mission target was him anyway. It was a natural choice, both for personal and professional reasons. What’s so surprising about that?”

Jun Tianxie curled his lip and sneered, “A reasonable explanation, but it still doesn’t explain how you could have followed a master like Xiao Yao for so long without being discovered, especially in the presence of the Third Under Heaven and others.” Jixiangtian,

with an expression that said, “I knew you’d ask this,” replied, “If you knew that the person following Xiao Yao was the ‘Assassin’ Yi Shuihan, one of the Nine Eccentrics, you wouldn’t have asked this question.”

Jun Tianxie, his jaw practically dropping in astonishment, exclaimed, "Yi Shuihan? You mean that elusive, top assassin, Yi Shuihan?!"

Jixiangtian giggled, "Of course it's him. Otherwise, would there be another Yi Shuihan in the world?"

Jun Tianxie asked doubtfully, "Rumor has it that Yi Shuihan is notoriously difficult to deal with. Even ten thousand taels of gold might not be enough to persuade him, let alone have him follow someone for you."

With a smug smile, Jixiangtian said, "Even though Yi Shuihan is the world's number one assassin, if I asked him to drink my foot bath water, he wouldn't dare disobey."

Jun Tianxie nodded with a wry smile, "So he's also your lover." He couldn't help but marvel at the astonishing allure of "physical offering," regretting that he wasn't a woman, otherwise he should really try it out.

Jixiangtian said unhappily, "You should say he's a subject under her skirt."

"It's all the same," Jun Tianxie scratched his head and spread his hands, "Since you already have such a good servant as Yi Shuihan, why do you still need me to help you rescue Xiao Yao? Wouldn't it be better to just have him do it?"

Jixiangtian said calmly, "Because even the third-ranked person in the world has been dragged into this, it's no longer a suitable situation for me or Yi Shuihan to intervene. We need to find someone unrelated but capable, and that person is you."

Here we go again! Jun Tianxie could only smile bitterly. He finally understood the principle that overestimating someone can be their downfall.

"Even if I said I didn't have the ability, Grandma wouldn't agree to let me give up, would she?"

Jixiangtian laughed, "I've never seen anyone more unfathomable than you. You're clearly a 'Prison Breaker,' and you're proficient in many of my Demonic Sect's secret techniques..."

She paused, then continued, "I trust my own judgment of people, and more importantly, I trust Xiao Yao's judgment. Even he said you're the most unfathomable person he's ever met, so he can't be wrong."

Upon hearing this, Jun Tianxie felt not joy but sorrow, secretly cursing Xiao Yao, that womanizer, for ruining people.

"Hearing Grandma say that, I'm truly moved to tears," Jun Tianxie said with a bitter smile, "For such a friend who 'appreciates' me, I'd go through fire and water without hesitation."

Jixiangtian exclaimed happily, "I knew Xiao Yao wouldn't misjudge people! It wasn't a waste of time to teach you to be a friend!"

What! "When did I become Xiao Yao's good friend?"

Jun Tianxie said in a resigned tone, "Tell me! How exactly do you want me to help you save him, Grandma?"

"Hmm... I think you misunderstood me." Jixiangtian said timidly, "You're the one who needs to save him. I can't and won't provide any assistance."

"What?!" Jun Tianxie almost jumped up and said, "Grandma wants me to go save that bastard Xiao Yao all by myself? Are you kidding me?!"

Jixiangtian blinked her innocent yet wickedly charming eyes and said sweetly, "How could you be alone? You have the entire 'Broken Prison' backing you."

"Grandma...!"

Jun Tianxie was about to erupt in anger, but upon further reflection, he calmed down. He even felt the need to reassess Jixiangtian, and wondered how much of the woman's apparent affection for Xiao Yao was genuine. Perhaps the whole affair was just a grand conspiracy to instigate infighting between "Prison Break" and the White Path Alliance. "

You dare to mess with the Grand Duke Jupiter? I'll show you the consequences of playing with fire!"

Having made up his mind, Jun Tianxie regained his calm and confident state of mind, but on the surface he pretended to be resentful and said, "Fine! This time, even if I lose a lot, I'll save someone for you free of charge!"

A sly and smug look flashed in Jixiangtian's eyes as she covered her mouth and chuckled, "Don't be so unwilling. After it's done, I will not only remove the restrictions on you, but I will also repay you in every way I can."

"No need, no need!" Jun Tianxie couldn't help but shudder at the thought of Jixiangtian's possible "repayment," and quickly shook his head and hands, saying, "I don't need your repayment, Grandma. Just tell me where Xiao Yao is being held captive."

"According to the message sent back by Yi Shuihan, Lou Xueyi and Dugu Bingxin only restricted Xiao Yao's martial arts, not destroyed his meridians," Jixiangtian said. "However, they were still afraid he would escape, so they secretly sent Xiao Yao to a place with no way out, the 'Black Prison.'"

"The Black Prison?!" Jun Tianxie gasped.

"The Black Prison," Jixiangtian nodded, his tone as if he were uttering some taboo word.

"Is it the Black Prison, one of the three forbidden areas of the martial arts world?"

"Exactly."

"Very good." Jun Tianxie sighed deeply, speechless, "Now I finally understand why Grandma and Yi Shuihan refused to act personally and instead chose to find someone to take their place."

Chapter Two: The Black Prison

King The "Black Prison," one of the three forbidden areas of the martial arts world, is not, strictly speaking, a real prison, but rather an isolated island at sea. However, it is far more terrifying than any high-walled, iron-barred prison, because it does not imprison ordinary criminals, but rather highly skilled, vicious, and criminally guilty underworld figures, including traitors from the Demonic Sect and disloyal disciples from reputable sects. This is their final "destination."

The island suffers from a harsh climate year-round, with turbulent waves and numerous reefs, making it difficult even for the most experienced boatmen to reach the shore. Because it's perpetually shrouded in darkness, cold and dampness are the norm here. The dense moss covering the jagged rocks means you could slip and fall at any moment, your head hitting a protruding stalagmite and instantly sending you to your deathbed.

But compared to those destined to spend their remaining days on the island, this is the luckiest way to die.

The third day of the seventh month of the third year of the Xuanwu calendar.

A nauseating stench of decay wafts through the rising white smoke. The sky is a hazy gray, much like the hearts of those here. The "Black Prison" imprisons not only the bodies of these masters, but also their will and hope.

He dusted himself off; his once exquisite light blue robe was now tattered and stained with sweat and blood. But could he dust off the dust from his clothes, or the dust from his heart?

He had been here for three days, but it felt like three. His "companions" hadn't crippled his martial arts, but had used a far more ruthless method—the Asura Heavenly Lock! It was one of the secret techniques of the "Asura Undying Body," the "Heavenly Lock," forged from a different kind of true energy, tightly embedded in his heart. The moment he stirred his true energy, the "Heavenly Lock" would materialize, surrounding and compressing his blood vessels and meridians, the pain enough to make even the toughest man writhe on the ground. In the past few days, he had tried several times to break free of the restrictions within his body, but each attempt resulted in excruciating pain, like a thousand needles piercing his heart, until finally he had no choice but to accept this cruel reality.

Although he had known for a long time that Dugu Bingxin harbored murderous intent towards him, and that Lou Xueyi's scheming was too deep to be fully trusted, for the sake of the greater good, he still decided to temporarily set aside past grievances and cooperate with the two. Unexpectedly, once the external enemy was eliminated, his "comrades" immediately turned against him, leading to his current

situation as a prisoner. The reason for not killing him was probably Lou Xueyi's idea. With the "Sword Marquis's" cunning and wisdom, he should have already suspected his identity, but had been patiently waiting for the right "opportunity." And what better opportunity could there be than now?

The expected footsteps landed a few feet away. He listened intently; there were four people. He smiled slightly. To use such a force against someone who was no longer able to fight showed how much Lou Xueyi valued him. Should he be happy or sad?

"Oh dear! Look! Isn't this our 'Romantic Blade' Xiao Yao, the Great Prodigal? It's been so many years, how come you've become so disheveled? Why did Young Master Xiao suddenly come to this deserted island? Did you come to visit an old friend, or did you have too many emotional debts outside and came here to avoid the storm?"

The commotion came from above. Xiao Yao remained seated cross-legged with his head down, saying calmly, "'Sword Grand Duke' Feng Wuchen, are you still alive?"

The leader of the four, a man with a handsome appearance but an undeniable air of evil between his brows, sneered, "Thanks to you, Young Master Xiao, although I was sent to this godforsaken place, I'm still alive and well. I'm sorry to disappoint you, Young Master Xiao."

Feng Wuchen, nicknamed "Sword Grandmaster," was once a promising rising star in the second generation of the "Sword Pavilion," second only to Lou Xueyi, the "Sword Marquis," in reputation throughout the martial arts world. Unfortunately, he later went astray, indiscriminately killing innocent people under the guise of "testing his sword," and arbitrarily raping innocent women. Eventually, he met his match, and just as he was about to commit his "good deed," Xiao Yao happened to pass by and stopped him. The two argued and fought fiercely. After three hundred moves, Feng Wuchen was utterly defeated by Xiao Yao, bound hand and foot, and sent back to the "Sword Pavilion" for punishment. The "Sword Pavilion" claimed they had executed Feng Wuchen on the spot, but it turned out they had shown mercy, only sending him to the Dark Prison.

Although Feng Wuchen smiled, there was no smile in his eyes; instead, a cruel and cunning evil aura emanated from him.

"I still haven't forgotten the kindness you showed me four years ago. When I learned that you had come from afar, I dared not be negligent and immediately led my men to welcome you. I hope there is anything I can do to help you."

Xiao Yao finally looked up, a smile on his face that was both forlorn and handsome.

"Four years ago when I met you, you wouldn't have spoken so eloquently. Is the Black Prison really such a good place for self-cultivation?"

Feng Wuchen's expression changed, as if he had been hit where it hurt, and he angrily said, "Ever since I was sent to this hellish place, all I've thought about is how to get out of here and take revenge on you. Today, heaven has opened its eyes and let you walk right into my doorstep. I will settle that old score from four years ago tenfold today!"

Xiao Yao shook his head and said, "Turning your temper so quickly, you really are an impatient character..." He paused slightly and then said, "Are you so confident because you know from your fellow disciples that I have lost my martial arts?"

Feng Wuchen smiled slyly and said, "I'm afraid I can't tell you that. Brother Xiao, you'll just have to ask Yama when you go to hell." "Luo Wang."

Xiao Yao said calmly, "Your master went to great lengths to send me here, surely it wasn't just to let you vent your anger? Is it really okay to kill me like this?"

Feng Wuchen laughed, "Thank you for reminding me, Brother Xiao. When I have someone sever your limbs and meridians later, I'll definitely remember to ask them to leave you alive so I can get the information I need to know." As soon as he finished speaking

, the three companions behind him immediately stepped forward with malicious intent. Those sent to the Black Prison were all heinous criminals; forced confessions and torture were commonplace. From the excited glint in their eyes, Xiao Yao knew that Feng Wuchen was telling the truth. These three definitely had the power to torture him to the point of near death, yet he couldn't die.

However, they had miscalculated one thing.

Xiao Yao suddenly spoke calmly to the three, "This is the end. Those who cherish their lives should not take another step forward."

The three were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter with Feng Wuchen.

"Did you hear what that guy said? He's threatening us!"

"Yeah! Does he still think he's the same 'Romantic Blade' Xiao Yao, the successor of 'Little Li's Flying Dagger, Never Missing'?"

"Even if you gave him a throwing knife, could he still throw it now? Probably not even kill an ant!"

They continued their mocking advance with unbridled arrogance, their reaction essentially telling Xiao Yao one thing: they already knew his weapons had been stolen while he was unconscious, and his internal energy was unusable due to the "Asura Heavenly Lock" restriction. In other words, he was no different from an ordinary person who couldn't fight.

But was that really the case?

Xiao Yao shook his head and sighed, "Heaven's sins can be forgiven; self-inflicted sins are inescapable."

With that, he flicked his wrist, releasing three stones he had been tightly clutching between his fingers. Several dark shadows flew past, followed by muffled groans. The three men who had intended to torture him all had bloody holes in their throats, their faces filled with disbelief and terror. They struggled a few times before collapsing.

"You...you...?!"

Faced with this sudden turn of events, Feng Wuchen was shocked. His feet involuntarily retreated, his hand gripping his sword trembling with tension, though he remained oblivious.

According to the information given to him, Xiao Yao should have lost all his internal energy and be unable to fight. Yet, he had just killed someone with stones, clearly using the unique technique of "Little Li's Flying Dagger." What was going on?

Xiao Yao suddenly stood up, facing Feng Wuchen, whose expression was completely different from before.

"I can spare your life, as long as you tell me how to leave this place."

Upon hearing this, Feng Wuchen's previously weakened aura suddenly returned, and he said with delight rather than anger, "I almost fell for your trick. If you truly still possessed your power, why would you spare my life? Moreover, when you stood up just now, your lower body was unsteady, clearly indicating a lack of vital energy. It seems that your attack just now was merely a last gasp, trying to fool me with an empty city ploy? You're still twenty years too young!"

Seeing Feng Wuchen approaching again with murderous intent, Xiao Yao gave a bitter smile. "You've heard the saying, 'Cleverness can backfire,' haven't you?"

Feng Wuchen drew his sword, pointed it at his opponent, and laughed, "No matter how eloquent you are, don't expect me to spare your life today."

With that, he unleashed a sword strike. Even a broken boat has some nails; though he spoke casually, he dared not underestimate Xiao Yao, who was barely able to stand. This strike was based on the "Three Feet Away from the Platform" technique from the "Gentleman's Holy Sword," with only 30% of its intent for offense and 70% for defense. Even if Xiao Yao had the power to retaliate, he could protect himself.

A sound of wind breaking rang out as the sword's force slashed towards his right hand. It seemed Feng Wuchen still feared this only "weapon" and wanted to eliminate it as soon as possible.

"Your swordsmanship is excellent, and your tactics are correct. It seems you do possess some intelligence. However..."

With a mixture of amusement and sigh, Xiao Yao moved, his speed neither fast nor particularly agile, yet within the area previously covered by Feng Wuchen's swordplay, he suddenly vanished.

"Wh-what?!"

Most martial arts masters, upon reaching a certain level, can attain the "Soul-Locking" realm, transcending the five senses and relying solely on their sixth sense to perceive the enemy's movements. While Feng Wuchen's skill hadn't yet reached the "Soul-Locking" level, he could still perceive even the slightest movement within a five-zhang radius. Now, Xiao Yao had disappeared without a trace within his perception range, something only a cripple who had lost all martial arts ability could do. How could such an unexpected event not leave him utterly astonished?

Fortunately, he reacted with lightning speed. Missing his first strike, he immediately changed tactics, unleashing the "Self-Discipline" technique from the "Gentleman's Holy Sword." A series of sword flowers formed a protective circle around him, impenetrable to any attack. This second-generation swordsman, once hailed as the next Lou Xueyi, truly possessed considerable skill, not just empty fame.

Unfortunately, his opponent today seemed to possess supernatural abilities. Almost at the very moment his sword net was raised, a deep, pleasant, yet slightly mocking voice suddenly rang in his ear.

"Just as I said, cleverness backfires, and that's your current predicament..." Startled,

Feng Wuchen looked up and saw Xiao Yao reappear to his left, slowly slashing with a palm. His steps were unsteady, his strike slow and weak, seemingly devoid of any internal force, yet he managed to slip through the gaps in his sword net, striking him on the forehead even after being struck later.

The palm strike erupted, causing Feng Wuchen's body to tremble violently. Warm liquid splashed onto his face, his vision turning crimson. His will to survive overcame his fear of death, and he roared, unleashing his full protective divine power, actually managing to blast Xiao Yao away.

"Only thirty percent of my strength left, still not enough..."

Xiao Yao smiled bitterly, rubbing his throbbing wrist. Looking closely, he saw that the back of his clothes was soaked with cold sweat, showing how much effort that attack had taken.

Compared to his opponent, Xiao Yao was much luckier. Feng Wuchen had lost ninety percent of his strength in that palm strike, and while he wouldn't die immediately, he was writhing on the ground, groaning in agony, enduring a torment worse than death.

Xiao Yao shook his head and sighed, "I've already warned you what happens when you force a tiger to leap over the wall. Now you should know, right...?"

Feng Wuchen's eyes were wide and bloodshot, seemingly unable to accept such a defeat. He howled in pain, "No... impossible! You clearly restricted my martial arts with the 'Asura Heavenly Lock'...? Did Lou Xueyi lie to me?!"

Xiao Yao sighed slightly, "He didn't lie to you. It was precisely because of the 'Asura Heavenly Lock' that I could only unleash less than 30% of my power. Therefore, I had to deliberately feign weakness to lure you here, so that I could have a chance to kill you with one blow. If you..." "You were determined to escape from the start, so I couldn't do anything to you."

Feng Wuchen groaned, "How can you still fight after being hit by the 'Asura Heavenly Lock'? How is that possible... How is that possible...?"

Xiao Yao sighed, "It's possible, you just don't know, it's because you're not knowledgeable enough."

Feng Wuchen's eyes suddenly widened, as if he remembered something important, and he exclaimed, "The Formless Primordial Qi?! You practice the Formless Primordial Qi...!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a stone pierced his throat with a "whoosh!" Blood gushed out, and he died on the spot.

"Indeed clever, but unfortunately, clever people usually don't live long."

Having killed all his enemies, Xiao Yao took a deep breath. The rapid rise and fall of his chest from the fierce battle just now subsided slightly, and a wave of dizziness hit his head, almost making him sit down on the ground.

"Although I've overcome this immediate hurdle, the real headache is figuring out how to leave this place..."

Thinking of his predicament, even someone as cheerful and optimistic as him could only shake his head and smile bitterly. The "Black Prison" was known as one of the three most forbidden areas in the martial arts world, easy to enter but difficult to leave. Coupled with his limitation of only being able to use 30% of his power due to the "Asura Heavenly Lock," in this environment surrounded by powerful neighbors and where the weak are preyed upon by the ruthless, even survival was a problem, let alone leaving alive.

"You want to leave here?"

A gentle voice reached his ears, startling Xiao Yao. Looking up, he saw "him."

A scent of roses wafted by, and through the hazy gray mist, the newcomer appeared, dressed in a dazzling crimson silk robe. He had a jade-like face, a tall figure, and skin as white as powder. His long, black hair flowed in the wind, adorned with a jade-green phoenix-head hairpin. He wore no shoes or socks, yet his feet were spotless, making one wonder how "he" had gotten here.

If this person were a woman, she would undoubtedly be an incomparably beautiful, captivating beauty, a stunning figure in a chaotic world. Yet, this charming and alluring woman was, in fact, a man.

The man met Xiao Yao's gaze, smiled faintly, and said softly, "I asked you if you wanted to leave this place? Why don't you answer my question?"

This androgynous strange man spoke in a low, sinister voice, sounding extremely abrupt. However, Xiao Yao dared not underestimate him in the slightest, for this man had managed to infiltrate so close without being detected, even though his own strength had been greatly diminished by his injury. This man's agility was still unparalleled in his life.

Xiao Yao knew that those imprisoned on this dark, isolated island were all heinous criminals, guilty of grave crimes. The more this man spoke with such ease and cunning, the more cautious he became. After all, he himself had suffered at the hands of the same kind of people, which was why he had ended up here.

Xiao Yao clasped his hands in a fist salute to the man and said, "My name is Xiao Yao. May I ask your name?"

The man smiled sweetly, his beauty as radiant as a blooming flower.

"You're quite clever. You haven't even answered my question, yet you've gone around in circles trying to find out my background."

Xiao Yao smiled slightly. "I wouldn't dare."

The man smiled slightly and said, "My name... I haven't used it in a long time. I can't even remember it myself. Everyone here calls me 'Naraku.' You can call me that."

"Naraku?" Xiao Yao clapped his hands and laughed. "Naraku, the name that evokes the helplessness of falling flowers and the familiar return of swallows? What a beautiful name."

Naraku laughed. "It's not as beautiful as you make it out to be. The people here are given the name 'Naraku' because once they get entangled with me, they'll be helpless and fall straight to the Yellow Springs."

Xiao Yao broke out in a cold sweat. Although he had lost his martial arts skills, his eyesight was still sharp. He could tell that the reason the man in front of him had become this half-male, half-female appearance was mostly related to the martial arts he practiced. It was probably still related to the various unorthodox techniques of the Demonic Sect. In other words, this person was likely an outcast of the Demonic Sect, so it was best to avoid getting involved.

The handsome man who called himself Naraku seemed to see through Xiao Yao's thoughts and chuckled, "Don't you want to leave? I'm the only one here who can help you."

Xiao Yao's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Do you know how to leave this island?"

"I do know, but..." Naraku said, giving Xiao Yao a flirtatious wink that sent a chill down his spine.

"What good would it do me if I told you...?"

Xiao Yao said, "If I can leave this island, I will reward you handsomely once I'm out there."

Naraku scoffed, "Even mountains of gold and silver are useless on this deserted island."

Xiao Yao was taken aback, "This..." He hadn't considered this question, but he couldn't very well be asked to "offer himself in return!"

Fortunately, Naraku didn't seem very interested in his body. Before Xiao Yao could grit his teeth and make a "sacrifice," he offered his own terms: "How about this, you come with me to see someone. If he's willing to help you, then you're in luck."

Xiao Yao asked, "Who?"

Naraku replied, "The Prison King."

"The Prison King?"

"Yes, the lord of this isolated island, the warden of the Black Prison." Naraku said, "Everyone calls him the Prison King."

Xiao Yao pondered, "The one who can be revered as the leader by these arrogant and unruly masters on the island, this Prison King must be a truly remarkable figure."

Naraku nodded, "In fact, from the very first day you arrived on the island, the Prison King noticed you." Before Xiao Yao's surprise could show on his face, he added, "Don't be surprised. Nothing that happens on this island escapes the Prison King's notice."

"Judging from the way you dealt with those four good-for-nothings, Feng Wuchen, I know that the Prison King didn't misjudge you. That's why I came out to meet you."

Xiao Yao broke out in a cold sweat. It turned out that from the first day he arrived on the island, his actions had been under surveillance without his knowledge. If the other party really wanted to harm him, he would have died hundreds of times over.

Xiao Yao's smile vanished, replaced by a sincere expression. "Since the Prison King possesses such great power, why must he seek me out? I see no way I can be of any help to you."

Naraku smiled slightly. "On this island, whether anyone has any value in surviving is not decided by themselves, but by the Prison King."

"What a domineering fellow!" Without uttering his thoughts, Xiao Yao simply smiled wryly. "In that case, it seems I have no other choice."

"You are a smart man; you should know how to choose the right moment to make the most appropriate decision."

"Brother Naraku is indeed a first-rate persuader. Please lead the way."

Xiao Yao readily agreed. On one hand, he genuinely wanted to meet the all-powerful Prison King; on the other hand, given the current situation, he didn't have the right to say "no."

"Follow me."

Naraku turned and left without giving Xiao Yao any time to consider. The latter sighed helplessly, his steps heavy as he followed the mysterious man toward an uncertain future.

"It's just a pity that the years have been unlucky, my fate has been so unfortunate, the world is going downhill, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be..."

A handsome young man in plain clothes lay on the riverbank, muttering about a sorrow that should not belong to someone his age, his two sword-like eyebrows furrowed into an unsolvable lock.

"Rescuing someone whose fate is unknown from the Black Prison, one of the three forbidden areas, is probably no less difficult than ascending to the moon or plucking stars. This time, we've really gotten

ourselves into big trouble..." With a light sigh, he revealed the young man's identity. Who else but our troubled protagonist could get into such big trouble?

The sound of a strong wind cutting through the air interrupted his self-pity. He stood up and looked closely. In the distance, several people were fighting. It seemed to be a battle of the few against the many. However, having learned from the previous experience of watching Emperor Shitian fight, Jun Tianxie had deeply understood the horror of being caught in the crossfire. In short, the farther away from trouble it was, the better. He didn't want to get into trouble for no reason.

Despite these thoughts, he couldn't help but glance at the battle circle a few more times. He saw a white-clad man whose palm strikes were fierce yet gentle. Although the two men and one woman attacking him were all quite strong, the white-clad man's martial arts were clearly far superior to their opponents. Even in the midst of the perilous battle, he was able to subtly maintain control of the situation, preventing himself from falling into an inescapable predicament.

"That person in white looks so familiar... Could it be...?"

He muttered to himself in doubt. As the situation on the other side changed again, even with the combined strength of the three of them, they couldn't withstand the power of the white-clad man's palm strikes and were forced to retreat step by step, moving towards Jun Tianxie.

As the distance closed, Jun Tianxie could see clearly this time. The white-clad man was dashing and extraordinary, none other than his new sworn brother, "Natural Enemy" Long Bufei.

Jun Tianxie was overjoyed, his face beaming with delight. "It's like finding a needle in a haystack! With this perfect backer and shield, rescuing Xiao Yao is all we need to do!" He

unleashed his full lightness skill, shooting towards the battle circle, while letting out a series of loud laughs: "Brother! Your foolish younger brother is here to help you!"

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