Purple Thunder and Clouds

Purple Thunder Mountain.
A cloud-shrouded barrier suddenly appeared out of nowhere, filled with murderous intent, firmly enveloping the two intruders.
Qingji and Yuwen Yan, having regained their memories, leaned against each other, their expressions simultaneously turning solemn. They hadn't expected Purple Thunder Mountain to possess such an exquisite formation and such powerful experts.
Trapped within the formation, the two women felt pressure surging from all directions, and even with their current strength, they felt suffocated.
Qingji gave a soft shout, first cleaving the void before her with a sword. Although the true fire of the Tai Xu Breaking Heaven realm failed to break the barrier, it did briefly part the clouds, allowing several figures to flash through her vision.
"Ah, it's you!"
The same exclamation of surprise escaped both of their lips simultaneously. The next instant, the barrier's light flickered, and the clouds, like rivers flowing into a single stream, swiftly converged into a single point on the ground.
Qingji and Yuwen Yan looked at the Three Spirit Maidens, who were also looking at them, their eyes flashing with complex emotions.
Yuwen Yan broke the silence first, laughing, "We're not here to do anything bad, we're here to rescue your sect leader, senior sister. You three ladies, you must believe us, your senior sister is already..."
"We know,"
Tian Ling Nu interrupted Yuwen Yan, her voice heavy and tinged with helplessness. She took a deep breath, straightened her posture, and said solemnly, "We've been waiting for you. This formation was taught to us by Ling Meng. Where is Zhang Yang?"
Unexpected surprise made Yuwen Yan's face glow, while Qing Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, her aura subtly changed, and she cheerfully said as always, "Master is on his way and will arrive soon. Hehe... We can act ahead of time and capture Jing Qing Tian to prevent her from being completely controlled by the demon spirit."
The three spirit maidens looked at their youthful and invincible "master's wife," a barely perceptible bitter smile appearing in their eyes.
The Earth Spirit Maiden sighed inwardly, then nodded first in response, "Alright, Senior Sister's seclusion is the best time for us to strike. We've already transferred everyone else away, so proceed with confidence!"
A moment later, the subtle sound of mechanisms opening rang out, and the women slowly entered Leifeng Pagoda.
The current Leifeng Pagoda was rebuilt on the ruins of the past, cleverly utilizing the mysterious barrier that had once suppressed demonic spirits. Although it was just a broken formation, no one in the world dared to underestimate it as long as it was associated with Liu Caiyi.
Yuwen Yan, eager to make a name for herself, flashed her sword and was the first to rush into the pagoda. However, before Yuwen Yan could even steady herself, a sudden change occurred—the pagoda suddenly began to spin rapidly, a clockwise gust of wind whipping around her upper body; while below her waist, the wind swirled in the opposite direction.
In just a split second, Yuwen Yan's voluptuous body was twisted into a pretzel. If it weren't for the protection of the True Fire of the Void, her waist would have snapped instantly. Even so, her spine cracked, a truly perilous situation.
"Be careful, follow my steps, there are traps inside!"
The Earth Spirit Maiden, anticipating this, leaped forward and pulled Yuwen Yan behind her, then began walking through the tower with specific steps.
Suddenly, the gale disappeared, and a wondrous space rushed towards them.
Although the Leifeng Pagoda didn't appear large from the outside, the women couldn't see its end.
Yuwen Yan followed behind the three spirit maidens, unable to help but exclaim in amazement; Qing Ji brought up the rear, her no longer clear eyes gazing ahead, her heart suddenly pounding wildly: She was about to see…her daughter. Would she recognize her, or would she hate her? Should she acknowledge her? Alas…would forcibly interrupting her seclusion cause her irreparable harm?
A thousand thoughts swirled in Qing Ji's mind; for the first time in so long, her heart forgot Zhang Yang's existence.
The Wind and Rain Tower remained filled with murderous intent.
The Heavenly Wolf Venerable did not appear immediately, and Shangguan Yun showed no intention of indiscriminate killing; a stalemate suddenly ensued.
Cao Meng pinched himself hard, the pain making him look overjoyed. He then bowed and greeted the elder, saying, "Junior Cao Meng greets Senior Shangguan, and thanks you for your help."
"I'm not here to help you,"
Phoenix Scholar said bluntly, standing with his hands behind his back. "I want someone from you—the Jade Maiden of Wind and Rain, the Soul-Snatcher."
"This..."
Cao Meng's face quickly darkened, his initial excitement rapidly cooling.
At this moment, Elder Han Shuang of the Seven Star Palace stepped forward and explained in detail on behalf of Shangguan Yun: "Lord Cao, please don't misunderstand. Master's intention is to help your sect resolve its crisis."
Before Cao Meng could ask in surprise, Han Shuang calmly revealed the mystery, saying in a deep voice: "Besides intending to invade your sect, Tianlang's main purpose in attacking Fengyu Tower is to capture Gouhun, who has become the host of a demon spirit."
Upon hearing this, Cao Meng's body trembled violently, and he finally fully understood the cause and effect. He glanced at the Phoenix Scholar standing with his back to him, his eyes darting around, and then he gritted his teeth and said: "Alright, as long as Senior helps Cao Meng repel Tianlang Mountain, Cao Meng will hand Gouhun over to Senior for disposal."
"Lord Cao, you misunderstand. We're not here to punish Gouhun, but to protect her from falling into the hands of the Evil Underworld Maiden,"
Han Shuang responded again on behalf of Shangguan Yun. She smiled slightly, but her smile was still chilling. Then she said in a deep voice, "We're not kicking someone when they're down, but taking on a hot potato. Lord Cao, is Han Shuang right?"
Heavy breathing came from Cao Meng's nostrils. After all, in the current situation, Han Shuang was right. Gouhun was indeed a hot potato. No matter where she was, Venerable Tianlang would definitely attack relentlessly.
It was better to hand Gouhun over to the Seven Star Palace for "protection" than to have her forcibly taken away by Tianlang Mountain. At least no one would accuse him of being a coward like Jinshi Sanren. Cao Meng's mind raced, and he finally acted according to Shangguan Yun's wishes.
Half an hour later, a melodious zither tune drifted through the air, enveloping the mountains and fields. Before the music faded, the Seven Star Palace forces had already stormed out of the Wind and Rain Hall, followed closely by the remnants of the Wind and Rain Pavilion and the Pitying Flower Palace.
A major counterattack had begun!
Although Shangguan Yun was merely sitting cross-legged playing the zither on the mountaintop, at the foot of the mountain, the Three Talents Venerable's eyes already held a hint of retreat, while the Blood Moon Ancestor, though not afraid, revealed a gloating smile.
The Evil Wolf True Man's expression quickened, and he asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother, Master hasn't emerged from seclusion yet, what should we do?"
Although anxious, the Fire Wolf True Man's extraordinary intelligence allowed him to speak quickly and clearly, saying in a low voice, "No need to rush, the Seven Star Palace forces are few, our strength is still greater; Junior Brother, quickly gather the sect's experts and set up the Heavenly Wolf Formation."
The Fire Wolf True Man's plan was simple and effective; he would rely on the power of the formation and the advantage of numbers to resist the Phoenix Scholar, who was on par with the two Grandmasters.
The Heavenly Wolf Formation quickly took shape, trapping Han Shuang and the others within. If it weren't for the uncertain factor of Shangguan Yun, Feng Yu Lou's actions would have been
tantamount to walking into a trap. Atop the mountain, the Phoenix Scholar remained seated cross-legged. He glanced disdainfully at the churning clouds at the foot of the mountain, then flicked his finger, unleashing a high-pitched melody that soared into the sky, followed by a barrage of thunderous sounds that crashed down upon the Heavenly Wolf Formation.
Instantly, countless Heavenly Wolf Mountain disciples felt a ringing in their ears, and their magical weapons trembled uncontrollably.
Although the chaos in the Heavenly Wolf Formation was fleeting, the Seven Star Palace forces found a flaw. Han Shuang sneered, and her sword flashed, sending several Heavenly Wolf Mountain disciples flying, coughing up blood.
At this moment, the melody vanished into the heavens and earth, and the battle took a dramatic turn. The Heavenly Wolf Formation not only failed to hold off the enemy but became a graveyard for the Heavenly Wolf Mountain disciples.
"Senior brother, quickly order the disciples to gather together, otherwise they will be defeated one by one."
In his anxiety, Master Huolang leaped to charge into the fray, but the remaining formations became an obstacle. His several attempts to intercept the Seven Star Palace's sword light failed.
"Too late. Phoenix Scholar truly lives up to his reputation. Alas..."
Master Huolang's expression darkened, letting out a sigh tinged with hatred and astonishment. He then waved his command flag, issuing the order to retreat.
"Kill—"
In the clash of armies, momentum always ebbs and flows. As soon as the Tianlang Mountain forces retreated, the Fengyulou side immediately surged with killing intent. Cao Meng roared first, beheading a Tianlang Mountain expert.
The outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt. After a ten-mile chase, Han Shuang was the first to stop. With a flick of her wrist, the killing intent and bloodstains on her sword vanished simultaneously.
"Lord Cao, I have fulfilled the conditions my master promised you. Han Shuang takes her leave."
Before her words were finished, Han Shuang had already flown towards the Seven Star Palace, her disciples naturally following closely behind.
Cao Meng subconsciously raised his hand, but the shout reached his lips, which he then forcibly swallowed back, only letting out a heavy sigh.
"Brother Cao, sacrificing a Soul Hook for the sect's safety, you don't need to feel guilty for a disciple."
"I'm not feeling guilty, I'm feeling lost. We've been eliminated from the martial world, alas..."
Cao Meng's expression darkened, his thin body shrinking further. In an instant, his former ambition shattered, and even the desire for life lost its flavor.
After this battle, the Wind and Rain Pavilion was severely weakened from within, and Cao Meng and the Pitying Flower Prince were particularly devastated, disheartened, and jointly ordered their disciples to refrain from cultivating in the martial world for ten years.
The cultivation world thus lost a hidden current, and Tianlang Mountain unintentionally did a good deed.
At the same moment Shangguan Yun played the guqin, the sound of string music also drifted through the mortal world of Yinzhou.
Although Ning Zhiyun's zither skills were not as good as Phoenix Scholar's, they were still among the best. However, the music she played was often out of tune and chaotic, just like her current state of mind.
“Zhiyun, Silang is now a rare master in the world, and with Third Aunt around, there's a large group of experts by his side. You don't need to worry so much.”
The wild and cheerful Tie Ruonan disliked gloomy moods. She slightly tensed her long legs and teased, “You, really! You've missed him terribly after only a few days apart. If this continues, you'll probably turn into a waiting-for-husband stone, hehe…”
The worried zither music was interrupted by Tie Ruonan's laughter, but Ning Zhiyun's jade face did not show any joy. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and she said in a deep voice, “Ruonan, I've been feeling uneasy these past few days. I always feel that something big is going to happen. Haven't you felt it?”
“Hmm, that's true.”
Tie Ruonan also frowned and pondered, “According to the schedule, Silang should have arrived at Xichen Valley long ago. Logically speaking, someone should have come to report that he's safe and sound by now, but…”
“Second Young Mistress, Third Young Mistress, Third Madam, she…”
Bailing suddenly rushed into the backyard, panting, and her hurried words interrupted the conversation between the two young mistresses.
"What's wrong, Third Madam? Bailing, tell me slowly, don't rush."
"Third Madam is back. As soon as she entered the manor, she called everyone to the main hall. She has something important to announce."
"Ah! Why did Third Madam suddenly come back?"
Ning Zhiyun and Tie Ruonan subconsciously exchanged glances, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes. A sense of foreboding flashed through their hearts simultaneously.
Purple Thunder Mountain, inside Leifeng Pagoda.
Qingji and the other five women traversed the barrier space for a while and stood at the foot of a towering mountain. Looking up, the mountain resembled a pagoda, with a mountain path winding upwards, the "tip" seemingly piercing the clouds.
The Earth Spirit Maiden's beautiful eyes gleamed with a strange light. Pointing to the mountain peak, she exclaimed in amazement, "This should be the core of the barrier. If nothing unexpected happens, Senior Sister should be cultivating on the summit."
She paused slightly, then solemnly reminded them, "Lady Caiyi's barrier is very powerful. We should proceed step by step, being careful not to trigger any mechanisms."
Having already encountered danger once, Yuwen Yan dared not be reckless again and followed behind the Heavenly Spirit Maiden. Qing Ji walked alongside the Mysterious Spirit Maiden, and the five of them spiraled upwards along the mountain path, getting closer and closer to the summit.
The scene flashed, and the summit came into view. The summit was much wider than they had imagined, resembling a smooth, mirror-like plaza. In the center was a stone platform, and on the platform, amidst the mist, sat a stunningly beautiful girl, her eyes closed, her breath fading.
The goddesses' faces lit up with joy. The three spirit maidens then looked at Yuwen Yan and Qing Ji. After all, regardless of their motives, the psychological barrier to attacking Jing Qing Tian was incredibly difficult to overcome.
Qing Ji lowered her beautiful eyes, desperately avoiding the three spirit maidens' gazes; Yuwen Yan, on the other hand, swiftly and lightly leaped forward, striking Jing Qing Tian's vital acupoints with a single finger.
With a thud, Jing Qing Tian, who had been meditating in seclusion, collapsed, her seated body tumbling off the stone platform.
The women's hearts skipped a beat, and they rushed to her side.
Although Qing Ji was at the back, she was the first to reach the back of the platform, reaching out to embrace Jing Qing Tian.
"Ah, Qing Tian!"
In the next instant, Qing Ji's jade-like face suddenly turned deathly pale, and she cried out in alarm.
Tianling Nu reached out to check, and her face turned ashen. She involuntarily cried out in alarm, "Senior Sister, why are you not breathing?"
Instantly, the other three women's expressions changed drastically. Diling Nu rushed forward to carefully feel Jing Qingtian's pulse; Xuanling Nu glared angrily at Yuwen Yan, demanding, "What did you do?"
"I only sealed her meridians, I didn't intend to harm her. I just wanted to capture her, not to..."
Yuwen Yan instinctively shook her hands, her words becoming increasingly incoherent.
Seeing that Jing Qingtian still had no breath, Xuanling Nu's anger suddenly erupted. She said, "Yuwen Yan, if it wasn't you who did this, how could Senior Sister be like this? Humph!"
"It wasn't Miss Yuwen."
Diling Nu abruptly interrupted, her brow furrowing, and suddenly struck Jing Qingtian's chest heavily with her palm.
The other four women were utterly shocked. Before their screams could even escape their lips, Jing Qingtian's body exploded into countless points of light with a "bang," vanishing in an instant with the wind.
"Ah, it's... the Illusionary Puppet Technique!"
Qingji's voice was filled with joy, and tears of sorrow instantly danced across her jade-like face.
Although Yuwen Yan also felt a sense of relief, her heart skipped a beat, and her jade-like face paled even more.
The Illusionary Puppet Technique was a legendary technique of Yuanxu cultivation. Could it be that Jing Qingtian had already entered... the Yuanxu realm? No! Just as a bad premonition arose in Yuwen Yan's mind, the ground suddenly trembled violently.
"Boom—"
In the blink of an eye, a loud bang resounded, and the boulder exploded.
Shards flew everywhere, smoke and dust filled the air, and a burst of killing intent shot out from the smoke and dust.
A few seconds later, the shards landed, but the smoke and dust grew thicker and thicker. A few more seconds passed, and a figure slowly floated out from the smoke and dust.
Jing Qingtian—the living, breathing Purple Jade Maiden has appeared!
No! No, she is not Jing Qingtian, but one of the Four Flower Kings of the Myriad Desires Palace—Aiqing Youlan!
But that's not quite right either; her eyes still hold Jing Qingtian's gaze, still bear the joys and sorrows, the loves and hates of humanity!
"Senior...Sister, is that you?"
Xuanling Nu spoke with extreme nervousness, as if each word trembled on her tongue.
"It's me, the poor woman betrayed by you!"
Jing Qingtian's hair flew upwards with resentment, but the other women couldn't sense her anger; only a pang of sorrow spread through their hearts.
"She's not your senior sister. She's been possessed by a demon spirit. Don't be fooled!"
Because they weren't closely related, Yuwen Yan was the most clear-headed. With a flick of her jade hand, her natal flying sword suddenly appeared out of thin air.
"Junior sister, why did you betray me? Have I wronged you? Alas..."
Jing Qingtian ignored Yuwen Yan's angry rebuke, her sorrowful tone piercing the hearts of the three spirit women. She then looked at Qing Ji.
The eyes of Qing Ji and her daughter met in the void, and they both trembled involuntarily.
Qingji averted her gaze, unable to meet Jing Qingtian's eyes; Jing Qingtian sighed bitterly, "You've come too, come to deal with me, hehe..."
Jing Qingtian's laughter was so desolate, so sorrowful; the murderous Jing Qingtian of the past was gone.
The Three Spirit Maidens lowered their jade-like faces, their hearts filled with guilt, and even Yuwen Yan suddenly felt deeply sinful, the sharp blade in her hand gradually losing its luster.
"Qingtian, I've come to save you, you..."
Qingji said weakly.
"Save me? I'm perfectly fine now, why do I need you to save me? Do you want me to become a puppet, or someone else's tool?"
For the first time, Jing Qingtian spoke to Qingji in a calm tone, but the sorrow in her voice was more intense than any curse.
After a slight pause, Jing Qingtian glanced at the women and said with a sigh, "There is indeed a demon spirit within me, but she has no intention of harming me. At least she treats me better than any of you." "
This…"
The women looked at Jing Qingtian, their lips parted slightly, but none could utter a word of rebuttal.
In the minds of the three spirit maidens, the thought even suddenly arose: Since our senior sister is now lucid and her power has greatly increased, why should we stop her?
"You are not Jing Qingtian!"
Yuwen Yan gritted her teeth, desperately trying to suppress the strange sorrow in her heart. She then drew her flying sword again and said, "Demon spirit, don't try to play tricks! Sisters, quickly capture her and save the real Jing Qingtian!"
With that, Yuwen Yan's flying sword shot out.
Jing Qingtian slightly flicked her sleeves, and the flying sword stopped in mid-air. Then, with a slight sway, she suddenly stood before Yuwen Yan.
“Miss Yuwen, you are deeply poisoned and are not a member of my Purple Thunder Mountain. You should leave; I don’t want to make things difficult for you.”
Jing Qingtian actually let Yuwen Yan go, then floated to Qingji’s side and sighed deeply, “Mother, I don’t blame you. You’ve lost your memory and were powerless to help yourself. If I have done anything wrong before, please don’t be angry with me.”
“Ugh…”
Instantly, Qingji’s heart was filled with bitterness. Jing Qingtian had actually forgiven her, which made her speechless with emotion.
How could this be? Could it be that after merging with a demon spirit, one’s humanity would become better?
Not only were the three spirit maidens shocked, but even Yuwen Yan’s will wavered. In the next instant, Yuwen Yan, who had once been a demon spirit’s host, suddenly narrowed her beautiful eyes, finally sensing that something was wrong.
Yuwen Yan wanted to take action, but unexpectedly found herself unable to move or speak.
The sorrow emanating from Jing Qingtian grew heavier. She turned and floated to the edge of the cliff, gazing at the churning clouds below. Two tears fell as she said, "Mother, Father will forgive you. He's down there. Go, go down and reunite with Father."
Jing Qingtian wanted Qingji to jump off the cliff? This was not Jing Qingtian's wish!
The three spirit maidens' hearts trembled violently. They sensed something was wrong, but like Yuwen Yan, they were unable to move.
Qingji and Jing Qingtian gazed at each other for a moment, tears silently sliding down her cheeks. In a daze, she found herself standing on the edge of the cliff.
"Mother, close your eyes and jump. Just a gentle jump, and your father and I will forgive you completely."
Jing Qingtian's sleeves fluttered slightly, her voice growing even lower and more sorrowful, like a devil's temptation. She continued, "Jump, jump! Then we can be reunited as a family!"
As Jing Qingtian spoke, Qingji's tall figure slowly leaned forward. Upon hearing the words "reunited as a family," a glimmer of reminiscence first appeared in her bewildered eyes, then her pupils suddenly contracted rapidly. Zhang Yang's figure flashed across her mind, radiating boundless light.
"No! I can't die!"
Just as she was about to fall off the cliff, a scream burst from Qingji's heart. She spun rapidly on the spot, using the momentum of her rotation to forcefully leap back from the brink of death.
"Alas, Mother, you have disappointed me greatly. It seems I have no choice but to send you down to meet Father myself."
Jing Qingtian, now one with the demon spirit, wore an expression of profound sorrow, yet the chilling aura emanating from her fingertips was palpable. Suddenly, she appeared out of thin air before Jing Qingtian.
Qingji instinctively retreated, her flying sword flashing, but halfway through its trajectory, it trembled. In that instant, Jing Qingtian easily seized her throat.
A deadly force pierced her body, and Qingji's eyes rapidly dimmed, like extinguished lamps. Yet, there was no resentment in her eyes, only a sorrowful smile: perhaps dying like this wasn't such a bad thing.
Qingji gave up struggling, but Jing Qingtian's killing intent suddenly became chaotic.
"No! Don't kill her!"
Another voice burst from Jing Qingtian's mouth, a voice filled with struggle.
"Why? Why can't you do it? Don't you always hate her?"
A bewildering, deep voice drifted from the same rosy lips.
"I do hate her, I wish she were dead right now, but I don't want her to die by my hand."
"Sigh, your heart is so conflicted and tormented. In that case, let me kill her in your place and fulfill your wish."
Murderous intent filled Jing Qingtian's eyes once more.
"No! I am you, and you are me. I can't kill her."
"Miss Jing, I am not you, and you are not me. We are just sharing a body. You don't need to feel guilty."
Before the words were finished, Ai Qingyoulan had already struck Qingji's head with her palm.
"Stop! I don't want to—"
In the next instant, Jing Qingtian screamed, her hand stopping abruptly on Qingji's head. After a second of stunned silence, she suddenly clutched her head and screamed in agony.
The scream was incredibly shrill, piercing the eardrums of the women. They instinctively raised their hands to cover their ears, but with a thought, they immediately found that their bodies were free again.
While the three spirit maidens hesitated, Yuwen Yan urgently shouted, "Xiao Yin, act quickly! The demon spirit is devouring Jing Qingtian's primordial spirit!"
Before her words even finished, Yuwen Yan had already merged with her sword, striking towards Jing Qingtian like a shooting star.
Hearing Yuwen Yan's shout, the three spirit maidens and Qing Ji also rushed forward in unison.
In the blink of an eye, the spiritual power of the five women transformed into five chains, enveloping Jing Qingtian's body.
At this moment, Yuwen Yan appeared particularly ruthless, her sword aimed directly at Jing Qingtian's dantian acupoint, her killing intent unwavering. The echo of a scream still lingered on the mountaintop when the deafening explosion shook the heavens and earth. Outside the barrier, Leifeng Pagoda also trembled violently.
In the explosion, the spiritual chains binding Qingji and the other five women vanished instantly, leaving them flung through the air, their pale faces contorted with horror.
Jing Qingtian floated again, her feet treading on the misty waves. She didn't immediately kill the women, but instead closed her beautiful eyes slightly, murmuring to herself, "Alas, why did you do this? Rest for a while, and I will—solve all your troubles."
A deep, sorrowful sigh drifted through the explosion, and Ai Qing Youlan then raised her jade hand, conjuring four phantom orchids that floated towards the three spirit women and Yuwen Yan.
The power of the Yuanxu True Fire swept across the sky, instantly turning Yuwen Yan and the other three women into clay sculptures.
Although Ai Qingyoulan's movements appeared gentle, it took considerable effort for her to freeze four Taixu experts in an instant. After exhaling a deep breath, she slowly turned around, meeting Qing Ji's gaze, which was heavy with emotion.
"Clang—"
A flash of cold light appeared in the void as two flying swords collided, creating brilliant sparks.
Qing Ji's feet touched the ground as she slid backward for more than ten meters, one foot already off the edge of the cliff.
Although Ai Qing Youlan held the upper hand, her inability to kill Qing Ji with a single sword strike still surprised Qing Ji. Then, in her characteristic tone, she spoke coldly, "Qing Ji, you are stronger than I imagined. However, for your daughter's sake, you must leave this world today."
A chilling killing intent instantly enveloped the mountaintop. Ai Qing Youlan slowly raised her sword, frowning as she said, "If you are a worthy mother, for your daughter's sake, jump down yourself. Why make her feel guilty?"
"Demon spirit, for my daughter's sake, I will—destroy you today!"
Seeing Jing Qingtian's eyes completely consumed by the demon spirit, Qing Ji felt much more relaxed. A resolute will surged into her sword, and with a flash of light, she charged at Ai Qing Youlan.
The two flying swords clashed violently again, the two passing each other like lightning. Finally, Qing Ji knelt on one knee, spitting out blood, then leaped into the air, her killing intent unwavering.
"Alas, too weak. Miss Jing, sleep a little longer!"
Ai Qing Youlan shook her head, not to mock her opponent, but to describe her current body.
After a helpless sigh, a glint of light shone from the demon spirit's eyes, instantly weakening Jing Qingtian's aura again, while the demon spirit's energy surged rapidly.
"Demon spirit, get out of my daughter's body immediately!"
How could Qing Ji stand by and watch Jing Qingtian be devoured? In desperation, she spat a mouthful of blood onto her flying sword, the primordial fire merging with the sword. Then, she lunged at the demon spirit with a suicidal move.
"You're courting death! Hmph!" Ai
Qing Youlan roared, the demon spirit's inherent ferocity finally erupting. Her sword light paused in mid-air, suddenly transforming into a deadly orchid over ten feet in diameter. With a
deafening boom, Qing Ji's flying sword shattered into pieces, her body flying into the air before spitting blood and plummeting off the cliff.
The faces of Yuwen Yan and the other three women turned deathly pale. After all, cultivators are still human; without the aid of flying swords, falling from such a height to the ground would turn even a Taixu master into a pile of minced meat.
Within this barrier, time seemed to slow down drastically due to the women's tension.
Qing Ji's body, along with the blood she coughed up, slowly fell, the shadow of death looming over her.
Suddenly, Qing Ji's fingertips trembled, and spiritual energy, like flickering sparks, slowly gathered at her fingertips. The regenerative power emanating from the evil artifact began to race against death.
Just as Qing Ji opened her eyes again, the demonic, sorrowful Youlan suddenly vanished from her spot. The next instant, she reappeared in mid-air, the blade only inches from Qing Ji's heart.
A fierce wind whipped up sand and dust, making time seem to slow even further.
Yuwen Yan's eyes were bloodshot, her teeth clenched until they bled, but she couldn't even utter a scream.
"You bitch, stop!"
In that critical moment, the man's figure appeared out of nowhere, an ancient flying sword piercing the air. A roar resounded, and true fire surpassing the Tai Xu realm surged towards Ai Qing You Lan like a giant dragon.
The connection between the experts penetrated Ai Qing You Lan's mind, forcing her to somersault in mid-air, sweeping her sword against the incoming Yuan Xu true fire.
"Bang!"
The sword light and the true fire perished together, the explosive shockwave scattering in all directions.
Although Qing Ji escaped unscathed, her body plummeted, even the few remaining "sparks" were easily extinguished by the residual force of the collision between the two experts.
"You bitch, you dare hurt Xiao Yin, I'll make you—die without a burial place!"
Zhang Yang didn't fly towards Qing Ji, but instead, fueled by rage, viciously pounced on the cold and ruthless Jing Qing Tian in his eyes.
Almost at the same instant the two Yuan Xu spiritual energies collided, the three spirit maidens and Yuwen Yan trembled, regaining their freedom.
The three spirit maidens gazed at Zhang Yang's tall, straight back, their beautiful eyes gleaming with delight; while Yuwen Yan finally let out a cry of surprise, then leaped towards the cliff.
Just as Yuwen Yan's body stepped onto her flying sword, a wisp of smoke suddenly rose from below the cliff.
Above the smoke, a jade maiden stood gracefully, with the heavily injured Qing Ji nestled in her arms.
As mist settled on the ground, Lingmeng handed Qingji to Yuwen Yan, saying affectionately yet with a hint of shyness, "Sister Yan, take Xiaoyin down the mountain to heal. Don't worry, Silang will definitely be able to hunt the Sorrowful Orchid."
Although they were in a barrier space filled with murderous intent, Yuwen Yan still noticed the subtle change in Lingmeng's words. She couldn't help but smile, taking Qingji while giggling, "Sister Meng, did you come with your husband? Hehe..."
The Jade Maiden's cheeks instantly flushed red. She never expected to be teased by Yuwen Yan. Thinking of this, Lingmeng's resentment towards a certain man deepened, secretly pondering how to teach that scoundrel Zhang Yang a lesson tonight.
Yuwen Yan was overjoyed and extremely grateful to Zhang Yang, as this was the first time she had gained the upper hand in all her dealings with Lingmeng.
Then, Yuwen Yan, carrying Qing Ji, hurried down the mountain. The two spirit maidens exchanged a glance, and at Ling Meng's friendly signal, followed behind Yuwen Yan.
In the blink of an eye, only three peerless masters remained on the mountaintop.
"Boom!"
Zhang Yang, distressed by Qing Ji's injury, attacked with all his might from the start. The Yuanxu True Fire collided and exploded repeatedly, causing two figures to plummet to the ground before soaring back into the air.
In this rise and fall, Ling Meng also leaped forward.
A whirlwind, carrying sand and dust, swirled rapidly, with killing intent and thunderous roars flying side by side.
Among the three, Ling Meng's spiritual power was slightly inferior, but she was the most graceful and free. Because Zhang Yang alone had sealed all of Ai Qing You Lan's killing moves, every time Ling Meng swung her magic weapon, she forced Ai Qing You Lan into a perilous situation.
Among the demon spirits Zhang Yang had hunted, Ai Qing You Lan was undoubtedly the strongest, but this time he was more confident than ever before.
The moment Lingmeng's silent jade struck Aiqing Youlan's back, the outcome was no longer in doubt.
Aiqing Youlan plummeted straight down, crashing into the mountaintop and creating a large, human-shaped crater.
Amidst screams, Aiqing Youlan's spirit transformed into a ray of light, attempting to escape, but the barrier of Leifeng Pagoda blocked her. Before she could attempt a second breakthrough, Huanyan had already transformed into a cloud of smoke, completely trapping her on the flat ground at the mountaintop.
The smoke rapidly contracted, and Zhang Yang and Reimu's murderous aura pressed in. Finally, the Sorrowful Orchid, like a miniature tornado, spun rapidly in place before its spirit entered Jing Qingtian's brow.
"You bitch, die!"
The outcome was decided, but Zhang Yang refused to retract his killing move. His fist, like a hammer, smashed towards Jing Qingtian's head.
Zhang Yang's feelings for Qingji far exceeded ordinary expectations; even the important matter of capturing spirits was reduced to ashes by his rage. Fortunately, Reimu hadn't lost control and flew over in time, placing her jade hand on Zhang Yang's fist.
"Shiro, if you kill Jing Qingtian, Xiaoyin will be even more heartbroken."
Reimu's words were more powerful than spiritual energy. Zhang Yang's fist immediately changed direction, and with a "bang," it slammed into the ground, creating another large crater on the mountaintop.
The smoke and dust instantly dissipated with the wind; the storm had only just begun.
"Mengmeng, let's begin, hehe..."
A mocking tone replaced Zhang Yang's anger. He waved his hand, and illusory smoke separated the mountaintop into another world.
Lingmeng's beautiful eyes sparkled as she shyly glared at Zhang Yang. Then, her face flushed, she sighed and stepped forward, gently undressing him.
The fairy, now a mortal wife, undressed her lover while whispering a warning: "Tianlang Mountain has begun its attack on Fengyu Tower. With Tianlang Mountain's current strength, Fengyu Tower certainly won't hold out for long. Once the Soul-Hook falls into the hands of the Evil Underworld Maiden, their next target will definitely be here. You must hunt the Sorrowful Orchid as soon as possible; otherwise, things might change."
"Yes, I know,"
Zhang Yang nodded, his long arm encircling Lingmeng's slender waist. He whispered wickedly, "With your help, we'll definitely strike decisively. Hehe, Mengmeng, it's all up to you."
"Dream on, you big pervert! Humph, I'm not going to serve you!"
With Lingmeng's coquettish voice, the mist beneath her feet subtly shifted, its ethereal beauty and allure blending seamlessly, its purity and licentiousness perfectly harmonious.
Lingmeng let out a soft moan, and Zhang Yang's manhood immediately stood erect. Before Zhang Yang had even finished removing his robes, Lingmeng's sash was already fluttering loosely.
"Shilang, no! The important matter is at hand! Be careful the demon spirit escapes!"
"Mengmeng, my good wife, this is the important matter, come on!"
Before Lingmeng could object, Zhang Yang quickly lifted her skirt, then raised her beautiful legs. With a thrust of his hips, a "whoosh" sound rang out as his hot penis entered her.
"Ah..."
Although they had made love countless times on the way here, the moment his penis entered her flower, they couldn't help but moan softly in unison. A tingling, electric sensation reverberated in their hearts.
"You're so annoying, you rascal! Ah! Ugh..."
At this moment, Zhang Yang suddenly increased the speed of his thrusts, causing Lingmeng's coquettish moan to abruptly cease. She bit Zhang Yang's arm hard, finally silencing her shameful scream.
Looking at the dense teeth marks on his arm, Zhang Yang felt a surge of passion. He hoisted Lingmeng's left leg onto his shoulder and began a frenzied series of thrusts.
"Slap slap slap..."
"Ah, Shiro, no... ah, a little lighter, oh! You scoundrel, a little lighter, you're going to... tear me apart, oh..."
The swirling mist of illusion rapidly circled the two tightly joined figures. The fairy, having mastered her profound arts, was completely transformed into a body of desire. Every note gushing from her lips intensely stimulated the lustful fire within the evil weapon. Yet, even in this challenging position of intercourse, she still effortlessly responded to Zhang Yang's thrusts.
The mist swirled, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and Lingmeng moaned, sometimes high, sometimes low. Time seemed to stand still; all that was known was that Lingmeng had already climaxed several times, and her right foot, where she stood, was already soaked with moisture.
From the very first second Zhang Yang's penis penetrated Lingmeng's flower path, a wisp of smoke from the illusory mist, like a tentacle, wrapped around the unconscious Jing Qingtian. As Lingmeng's pleasure intensified, strands of crimson, as if alive, spread across Jing Qingtian's body.
The stronger Lingmeng's pleasure, the more intense the crimson on Jing Qingtian's body became. Finally, Lingmeng's mind went blank, her juices splattered on the ground, and the crimson, like flowing water, tightly enveloped every inch of Jing Qingtian's skin.
"Ah!"
Lingmeng collapsed limply onto the ground covered in her fluids, while the unconscious Jing Qingtian let out a soft cry.
Before Jing Qingtian's trembling body could calm down, Zhang Yang appeared before her like a whirlwind.
In the same instant, with a thought, the illusory mist conjured a bed of clouds, lifting both Zhang Yang and Jing Qingtian up simultaneously.
With a "spit," Zhang Yang ripped Jing Qingtian's dress to shreds, instantly revealing her youthful and exquisite virgin body to his eyes.
Previously, Zhang Yang could only gaze with admiration at the glimpses of her breasts beneath her dress, not daring to get too close, fearing his indecent breath might defile her.
Now, Zhang Yang opened his mouth wide, his desire-filled breath recklessly spraying onto Jing Qingtian's round, firm breasts. Before the heat had dissipated, he reached out and grasped those breasts he once considered sacred.
Jing Qingtian's breasts were just the right size to hold in one hand, small yet like a pair of jade bowls inverted on her smooth, creamy chest.
With a flick of Zhang Yang's fingers, Jing Qingtian's breasts trembled incessantly.
"Ah..."
Perhaps desire had already invaded Jing Qingtian's heart, or perhaps Zhang Yang's grip on her breasts hurt, the still unconscious Jing Qingtian trembled, emitting a low moan that was hard to tell whether it was pain or pleasure.
"You bitch, how dare you hurt my Xiaoyin!"
Zhang Yang's anger found an outlet. He tightened his grip on Jing Qingtian's pink nipple, and the small cherry quickly hardened under his manipulation, radiating an incredibly alluring, glistening sheen.
"Ah..."
Although Jing Qingtian was still unconscious, her moans grew heavier, and her body bore countless lewd marks from Zhang Yang's caresses.
"Brother, her lust has already entered her primordial spirit space. You can start hunting demon spirits now!"
Huan Yan's face emerged from the smoke, reminding Zhang Yang to act while glaring fiercely at Jing Qingtian, her jealousy palpable.
Zhang Yang nodded, but didn't act immediately. Instead, he released the nipple and then probed between Jing Qingtian's legs.
As the bewildered Jing Qingtian automatically parted her legs, Zhang Yang's breathing instantly became erratic, his eyes blazing with desire. He thought: Another virgin, uh, as expected of Qingji's daughter, such an alluring treasure, hehe…
On her fair and smooth vulva, there wasn't a single clump of pubic hair, only a tender red slit faintly visible. If it weren't for the few drops of nectar overflowing, exuding a seductive fragrance, Zhang Yang truly wouldn't be able to distinguish between Jing Qingtian's forbidden paradise and her private parts.
Such delicate labia, if I were to thrust in hard, would I damage her? A surge of lust suddenly rushed into Zhang Yang's mind. He subconsciously looked down at his penis, which had unexpectedly grown even thicker.
"You slut, you dare to deceive my feelings, I'll make you pay!"
If there was a first love, Jing Qingtian was undoubtedly Zhang Yang's first love; if there was a hurt, Jing Qingtian was undoubtedly the first woman to hurt Zhang Yang!
Zhang Yang didn't miss his "innocent" days, but his resentment towards Jing Qingtian had never disappeared.
Thinking of this, anger surged into Zhang Yang's mind again, and driven by love turned to hate, he suddenly thrust his penis forward.
With a "plop," Zhang Yang's glans forcefully inserted into the extremely tight crevice of her jade gate. Jing Qingtian's body trembled violently, her labia feeling as if they were being torn apart, instantly swelling into an "O" shape.
Not enough! Zhang Yang could feel the pleasure of her flower path gripping his penis, but he didn't feel Jing Qingtian's pain. With a thought, he turned to Lingmeng and said, "Mengmeng, wake her up!"
"You scoundrel, all you do is bully women."
"Good wife, I'm not bullying her, I'm hunting demon spirits, hehe..."
Lingmeng rolled her eyes at Zhang Yang, then, forcing her limp body to activate the Illusionary Dream Heart Technique again, sending a crimson mist directly into Jing Qingtian's brow.
"Ah!"
After a sharp scream, Jing Qingtian abruptly opened her eyes. The demon spirit's aura had already seeped into the depths of her soul. Her gaze returned to its original color—frenzied, indignant, and tinged with a faint hint of heartbreak.

[The End]

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