[Wuxia] The Supreme Fragrance Record (Complete) - 11

Chapter 66 Spatial Holy Power

When the Elf Queen looked at Queen Medusa, Medusa also looked at this woman who was her equal in fame within the primeval mountains. Her

beautiful face inadvertently revealed a bewitching allure, like that of a fairy. Her long, fair neck revealed an elegant curve. Her gaze slowly moved down to a pair of full, perky breasts, round and delicate. Perhaps because she had just bathed, a crystal-clear drop of water appeared on her neck. As the Elf Queen moved, the drop of water rolled down, gracefully tracing a full, round breast, finally drawing a slightly obscene arc before dripping down.

Her slender waist seemed too delicate to be grasped in one hand, yet her slight thinness revealed a sense of suppleness. Her flat, delicate abdomen had not an ounce of excess fat. At first glance, it evoked a strong urge to reach out and gently touch it.

However, the most alluring feature of the Elf Queen was undoubtedly her small, pointed ears.

"Sister, Zixuan has come here because of that extraordinary treasure that just appeared. Would you mind accompanying me?" Queen Medusa's beautiful eyes were fixed on the elf. Reflecting the sunlight, her pale purple eyes shimmered with a bewitching purple light.

Below her slender waist, her wild purple serpent tail swayed slightly. An unusual allure. The implications were clear.

Queen Xue Jing of the Elf Clan listened to Zi Yan mention the rare treasure without much emotional fluctuation. She had also sensed the strange scene from the Tree of Life, and the Tree of Life, connected to her telepathically, had told her something. "For a thousand years, our demon race has been confined to a corner of the world. Isn't it all because those ambitious demons instigated the war between the demon and human races a thousand years ago? We lost, and we could only retreat to the Primordial Mountains. Does my sister intend to step into human territory because of such a rare treasure? With this treasure appearing, some of the human race's top experts will definitely rush to compete for it. If our demon race rashly intervenes, it will surely arouse their hostility, and then…" Xue Jing didn't finish her sentence. Having said this much, she trusted Zi Xuan would… "I understand.

" Zi Xuan's body trembled.

Yes, the rare treasure had appeared in human territory. If our demon race rashly intervened to fight for it, it could easily trigger another war between the two races.

A thousand years had passed. In that thousand years, the demon race had grown stronger, but hadn't the already prosperous human race also become stronger? Time, in its long run, makes people forget the pain they had experienced. Compared to her, many demons were probably also eager to seize the rare treasure. She hoped they wouldn't step into human territory.

Zi Xuan floated into the void, a luxurious and expensive purple brocade robe enveloping her graceful figure. Her full and fiery curves exuded a bewitching allure. Her long, narrow, pale purple eyes, with their captivating gaze, were naturally alluring, almost able to draw the gaze of every man. Beneath the purple brocade robe, a section of purple snake tail was revealed, lazily swaying, releasing a wild and exotic charm. "Since that's the case, and since you're joining the tribe, let the humans fight over the treasure. The more they fight, the happier you'll be." A seductive smile crept across her lips as she spoke, instantly raising the body temperature of the surrounding elven elders.

What a bewitching enchantress!

Xue Jing, hearing Zi Xuan's words, smiled faintly and shook her head gently, "You're really..." She trailed off, seemingly always leaving things unfinished.

"I won't disturb you any longer. There are still many matters in the tribe waiting for you to attend to. I'll take my leave now." Zi Xuan lightly flicked her alluring pale purple snake tail in the air before turning and gracefully departing.

Xue Jing stared blankly at Zi Xuan's receding figure. Those experts who hadn't reached the peak of the Saint rank must be going crazy this time, right? The Tree of Life said this treasure contained vast spatial Saint Power. Spatial Saint Power, spatial Saint Power—how could they resist its allure?

At the gates of the Dragon Glory Dynasty's capital.

Long Yinxuan and Long Zixi stood gracefully atop the city gate. Below, the people gazed at the two ethereal figures, whispering amongst themselves, speculating about their identities.

Long Zixi glanced at the few remaining people, then turned to Long Yinxuan. "Yinxuan, why didn't you listen to your aunt? Why did you go with her? With this extraordinary treasure appearing, some powerful old monsters at the Saint rank will surely be there."

Atop the city gate, under the blue sky and white clouds, Long Zixi's slender figure and long, flowing black hair created a beautiful scene. The stunningly beautiful goddess wore a hint of helplessness on her face.

Long Yinxuan smiled brightly at his dazzling aunt, lazily stretching. "Aunt, you must believe in Yinxuan. The Saint rank is nothing special. How could Yinxuan possibly fight!" The word "fight" vanished from his lips, replaced by a faint arrogance.

Long Zixi stared at the composed young man with a strange look. She couldn't understand why her nephew showed no awareness of danger. She had mentioned the Saint rank, not the Emperor rank. Could it be that what she saw that night wasn't his true strength?

Long Zixi already found it unbelievable that Long Yinxuan possessed peak Emperor rank strength; she simply couldn't believe he could be stronger. She felt her guess was wrong. But Long Yinxuan's confident demeanor told her he wasn't just arrogant.

"Is Yinxuan hiding his strength?" Long Zixi asked curiously. She was genuinely curious about the extent of her nephew's power.

Long Yinxuan waved his hand, "Yinxuan doesn't know either. Yinxuan only knows that strength is something that only needs to be available when needed."

Long Zixi was speechless. What kind of talk was that? What did he mean by "only need to be available when needed"?

At a small peak in the Tianqi Mountains,

Le Ri had been there for a quarter of an hour. Since arriving, his body had been trembling.

The trembling wasn't from fear, but from excitement.

Le Ri discovered that the mysterious heart-shaped treasure not far away was actually emanating a dense spatial holy power. This was the spatial holy power most needed by those stuck at the peak of the Emperor rank. This was a treasure with an irresistible allure for peak Emperor and Saint rank experts. Le Ri believed that as long as he obtained this mysterious treasure, using the spatial holy power it emitted, he could quickly comprehend the power of space and break through to the Saint rank he so desperately longed for.

At this moment, Le Ri forgot about the death of his son, Le Tian. His mind was filled only with the treasure before him.

Chapter 67 The Sorrowful Day:

The Trembling Heart-Shaped Mysterious Object Just like Le Ri's trembling heart, the

already dazzling multicolored light at the small mountain peak became even more blinding. Le Ri was forced to close his eyes; he knew the fluctuations caused by this mysterious object should stop.

The trembling heart-shaped object stopped, but Le Ri's trembling heart did not. On the contrary, it beat faster. Because he knew that once the object stopped trembling, it would be time for him to take it.

The heart-shaped object had now completely emerged from the crack, quietly floating in the air. Slowly, the multicolored light disappeared, the spiritual energy ceased its violent fluctuations, and the surroundings became quiet, absolutely still!

From the previous turmoil to the restoration of calm, only a few seconds had passed!

Le Ri felt his eyes were no longer so glaring. He opened them and saw a pure white, heart-shaped treasure, its entire body radiating a faint glow. The aura emanating from the heart-shaped artifact was complex; its front was fiery, its back icy. These two conflicting auras intertwined and merged, forming a strange field in the void.

To be precise, it wasn't a field, but a spatial barrier created by the artifact.

But Le Ri didn't know it was a spatial barrier. His only thought now was to seize this artifact.

Seizing it meant seizing the hope of breaking through to the Saint Rank.

Le Ri floated into the void, slowly extending his right hand. His right hand, usually used for evil, trembled as visibly as his heart. But the trembling didn't stop him from reaching for the divine object in the air.

Le Ri's hand slowly approached the object, slowly, closer and closer.

A smug smile slowly appeared on Le Ri's lips, for the object was less than a centimeter from his hand. He was about to grasp it. But just as he was about to touch the object, Le Ri's smile froze.

Le Ri's clothes instantly turned to ash, his hair turned to ash, and his skin suddenly turned black.

At this moment, Le Ri looked like a savage charred by a raging fire.

Le Ri's eyes were filled with disbelief. He realized that just as his hand was about to touch the object, an invisible barrier blocked him, and a powerful electric current surged from the barrier. The current instantly flowed through his entire body, burning away his clothes and blackening his skin.

Le Ri looked down at his behemoth, then at his own skin, and a sense of... He cried until he had no tears left. His skin was as black as his beast.

No! It was even blacker than his beast.

A black man, black penis, bald.

A completely naked person hovered in the air, looking incredibly strange.

Le Ri tried to pull his right hand back, but the invisible barrier seemed sticky, firmly holding it in place. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

At this moment, the only way for Le Ri to escape was to cut off his own right hand. But Le Ri was a villain, a cruel and cowardly villain. Therefore, he was... It was impossible to sever his own right hand.

Le Ri was still trying to break free of it.

Just then, a ripple appeared in the air, and a graceful figure slowly emerged from the void. It was a beautiful young woman. She wore delicate makeup, her eyebrows and eyes were drawn, and her long, flowing hair was smooth and shiny black. Her figure was slender and graceful, and her appearance was dignified and pretty. A light green silk floor-length dress flowed gracefully, paired with a gray shawl embroidered with gold phoenixes and precious jade hairpins, pearl hairpins, and colorful gemstone earrings. Her elegance exuded a virtuous and noble charm.

This young woman possessed a captivating beauty. Unlike most noblewomen of today, her attire was not extravagant or dazzling. She was more like a lotus flower under the moon, pure and charming. Her skin was naturally fair, and her clean oval face had a slight blush. She had almond-shaped eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, red lips, and white teeth. She seemed to always be smiling with her lips pursed, and her demeanor was always composed.

She was Meiqin, the previous Palace Master of the Heartless Void, and Mei Ai's master.

Meiqin was drawn here by the colorful glow that had previously enveloped the mortal realm. She had originally intended to send her disciple, Mei Ai, instead. However, since her disciple returned from her training in the Misty Continent, she noticed that her disciple often stared blankly into the distance, just like she herself had a hundred years ago.

Meiqin knew that her disciple, Mei Ai, had fallen in love.

She had been consumed by unrequited love for the past hundred years. Perhaps the mortal man who had moved her a hundred years ago was already dead? But even knowing he was dead, she couldn't forget him. And now, her disciple, like herself, had fallen in love and was constantly thinking of someone.

Meiqin realized that she... The master and disciple were truly a pair of unfortunate souls. They loved one person but couldn't be with him. How cruel! But what could they do? They were heirs of the Heartless Palace. Heirs of the Heartless Palace were supposed to be ruthless and devoid of desire, love and affection.

It was best not to meet, so they wouldn't fall in love. It was best not to fall in love, so they wouldn't suffer longing. But in this world, meeting, falling in love, and longing are beyond one's control.

Meiqin's heart grew restless as she thought about it. But then she saw something that made her even more agitated.

Meiqin saw in the void a naked, dark-skinned man pulling at her right hand, his manhood swaying violently with each movement.

Meiqin spat out, "Rogue," a cold glint in her eyes, and drew her longsword. With a forward swing, a bluish-purple light flashed. "

Why did you have to resort to such a scoundrel when you could have just finished the treasure?"

Actually, Mikoto was wronging Le Ri. He didn't want to be naked with his buttocks exposed; he'd been burned.

But regardless of the circumstances, this scene only fueled Mikoto's already irritable frustration. The sword was already swung.

With a scream, poor Le Ri's right hand was severed, and the pain caused him to lose his balance, sliding sideways to the ground.

He landed in a cloud of dust, lying face down

, his buttocks facing the sky.

Mikoto, seeing Le Ri's bare, raised buttocks, felt a surge of shame and anger, and swung her sword again.

Le Ri, lying on the ground, was very frustrated. Who had he offended with this attack? He'd been completely taken advantage of by a... The strange young woman severed her right hand. Enraged, she wanted to get up and retaliate against the woman behind her.

Just as Le Ri stood up, he felt a chill and a pain in his lower body. Le Ri felt something fall from his crotch. He grabbed it with his left hand, and a long, fleshy thing was in his grasp.

Le Ri looked closely and saw it was his own penis, the object of his misdeeds.

Le Ri went berserk at that moment, determined to tear the person behind him to pieces.

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and a black, hairless head rolled to the ground.

Chapter 068 Beauty Meets Manly Man

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Meiqin swung her longsword, the sound of the sword echoing like a dragon's roar. A sword aura burst forth, striking the ground and instantly creating a huge crater. With a flick of her wrist, Meiqin moved Le Ri's corpse into the crater.

Finally, she wouldn't have to see that annoying black man anymore. Meiqin thought to herself. Lost in thought, she walked to the heart-shaped artifact. Her beautiful eyes stared intently at it.

Meiqin, at the peak of the Saint Rank, had already comprehended spatial power. She could clearly sense the spatial barrier that Le Ri couldn't perceive.

She shook her longsword, channeling her true energy into it, mixed with a trace of her own spatial power. Meiqin attempted to use spatial power to open the spatial barrier.

Meiqin's hand... The delicate, purplish-blue sword, its entire body gleaming with light,

slowly and gracefully pierced the invisible barrier.

There was no violent collision as expected.

Although the scene appeared harmonious, Mikoto could clearly feel the powerful electric current emanating from the sword in her hand. If it weren't for the trace of spatial power she had infused into the sword, she believed it would have shattered.

That black man must have been trying to collect the divine object and was burned so black by the electric current formed from this spatial holy power, right?

A pathetic man, a foolish man.

The purplish-blue sword was already more than half-submerged in the invisible barrier. Mikoto's eyes flashed, and she forcefully slashed upwards with her hand holding the sword, as if tearing a rift in the air.

The moment the sword cleaved the invisible barrier, the divine object within seemed to possess a spirit, spinning rapidly, and an invisible wave of energy surged out from the rift.

Mikoto was forced back a step.

Just as Mikoto was about to make her next move, a boundless killing intent and a pure, powerful aura, thick and cold, suffocating and subjugating,

emanated from behind her, not in front of her.

Mikoto withdrew her longsword from the crack, turned around, and coldly gazed into the distance.

"Alas, the world is full of turmoil, life and death are separated by the struggles of two sworn brothers. A precious sword sings a lament, a fleeting dream; clouds and rain crisscross, leaving nothing behind. Leaning on the railing, speechless, I idly recite three poems: 'Heroes, who is the hero? I, Ren Xiaoyao, am the invincible hero of the world. Beauty, do you intend to seize the treasure I desire?'"

Ren Xiaoyao, clad in a black robe, arrived with unrestrained abandon, his voice exceptionally domineering and confident. Ren Xiaoyao leaned against a dense pine tree in the distance. His body was imposing, his appearance dignified. His eyes shone like cold stars, his eyebrows were thick and dark. His chest was broad, exuding an aura that could withstand ten thousand men. His words were lofty, revealing a soaring ambition. With a heart full of ambition and courage, he was like a lion descending from the clouds, shaking the heavens. His bones were strong and his muscles powerful, like a mythical beast shaking the earth. He was like a demon lord descending from the heavens, a true god among men.

Meiqin frowned slightly, looking at the imposing and domineering man in the distance, and softly parted her cherry lips, “Ren Xiaoyao? The ruler of the Black Dragon Empire?”

Ren Xiaoyao laughed heartily, leaped down from the pine tree, and landed in the center of the arena. His cold gaze fixed on Meiqin, his black hair fluttering in the wind, the long sword on his back radiating a wild killing intent. “It is indeed I, beautiful lady, with your blue-purple longsword and seven-colored earrings, could you be Meiqin, the successor of the Heartless Palace who stirred up the Misty Continent five hundred years ago?”

Meiqin nodded slightly, her expression somewhat dazed. Ren Xiaoyao's words reminded her of the events of five hundred years ago.

Five hundred years ago, clad in blue robes and wielding a purple sword, he roamed the martial world freely, attracting countless young talents.

Five hundred years ago, for the sake of one person, she buried her sword and fled into the back mountains of the Palace of Heartbreak, enduring countless regrets and resentments .

The world is fleeting, and five hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Most of those she knew are gone, and Meiqin never imagined anyone would still remember her.

"As expected of the beauty who captivated countless young talents five hundred years ago, truly a peerless beauty. Beauty, please step aside. I, Ren Xiaoyao, never hit women. But I don't want you to stop me from acquiring this treasure." Ren Xiaoyao's voice remained as arrogant as ever.

Only a man with such a spirit could possess the ambition to unify the four kingdoms.

Meiqin's gaze turned cold upon hearing this. Step aside? This was her disciple's hope for breaking through to the Saint Rank; how could she step aside?

Meiqin didn't want to say more, gripping her purple longsword tightly and raising it slightly.

Ren Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes, watching Meiqin raise her sword; he already knew her answer. If she insisted, then let's fight.

"You are a beautiful woman, yet you wield a sword. I truly do not wish to fight with a woman, but life is always so vexing." As soon as he finished speaking, Ren Xiaoyao leaped towards Meiqin. Stepping through the air, he swung his right hand, his longsword pressing down on Meiqin, the wind whistling as it aimed directly at her face.

Meiqin's expression remained unchanged; she tilted her head back, bent her knees, and deftly dodged the attack.

Ren Xiaoyao smiled coldly, his wrist flicking, and countless sword flowers appeared, like scattered snowflakes, enveloping Meiqin.

Beautiful sword flowers, chilling killing intent.

With the sword flowers upon her, Meiqin had no choice but to dodge, sheathing her sword and turning rapidly. Meiqin leaned forward, her feet shifting, stepping sideways through the air, her body retreating sharply.

The chilling sword flowers slid past Meiqin's side, striking the ground and leaving a puff of green smoke. Meiqin sidestepped, her left hand extending like a halberd, pointing directly at Ren Xiaoyao's right shoulder, while her right hand thrust out her longsword.

Beside her, she attacked, drew her sword—almost simultaneously, clean, crisp, and beautiful!

Ren Xiaoyao, clad in black robes and a black crown, his garments fluttering, gracefully dodged, his tall figure circling around Meiqin. Seizing the moment Meiqin missed her attack, Ren Xiaoyao's longsword flashed with dazzling light, directly striking at Meiqin. His sword intent carried a relentless, unstoppable momentum, like autumn leaves swept away, unleashing a boundless, overwhelming storm. A rain of swords poured down like a silver river cascading down, Ren Xiaoyao's murderous aura finally reaching its fullest expression.

Meiqin focused her mind, her purple longsword gleaming lightly, streaks of purple light appearing in the air. She possessed an air of unwavering composure, unmoved by wind, rain, or thunder. She knew that Ren Xiaoyao was brewing his most devastating attack beneath this storm of blows—perhaps only one move, but enough to be fatal!

Sure enough, just as her own cyan-purple sword clashed with Ren Xiaoyao's, both swords bent into an arc from the impact. At the very moment they reached their limit, a sharp clang rang out, like a final, deathly dirge.

Chapter 69: Beauty Battles Mighty Man.

Late autumn, a cool west wind, leaves turning yellow.

Standing still, facing each other, stunned, bewildered. Meiqin's long hair danced in the wind. A leaf drifted from a distant pine branch, sliding down her hairline before finally landing on the two swords bent to their limit from the collision.

Gently landing on them, sometimes we overlook the weight of a leaf, but at this moment, this leaf, weighing less than a thousandth the weight of a small pebble, forcefully dispersed the true energy Meiqin and Ren Xiaoyao had accumulated at the tips of their swords. In

an incredible moment, an ordinary leaf did something incredible.

With a flick of her wrist, a flash of sword light appeared, a streak of bluish-purple light, and Meiqin had already grasped her precious sword, holding it horizontally before her beautiful face. Looking at the faint mark on the tip of the sword, Meiqin's eyes flashed.

Five hundred years ago, no one had even scratched her sword in the slightest, had they? The man before her was indeed extraordinary; she wondered if that sword strike was his peak attack.

"The woman who emerged from the Palace of Heartless Love is indeed extraordinary, but today you cannot stop me from seizing this divine artifact," Ren Xiaoyao said, a hint of admiration and a clear display of domineering power in his eyes.

Meiqin gently stroked her loose black hair and said softly, "Is that so?"

The moment Meiqin arrived here and saw the mysterious divine artifact, she knew it was the key to her disciple Mei'ai's breakthrough to the Saint rank. With such abundant spatial power, and with her disciple Mei'ai's extraordinary talent, she would surely advance to the Saint rank with the help of this artifact.

Ren Xiaoyao coveted the divine artifact for the sake of unifying the four kingdoms, while Meiqin was determined to protect it for her disciple. Therefore, a battle between the two was inevitable.

A battle to the death!

A silent standoff, broken only by their breathing and the heart-shaped divine object floating silently above.

In the stillness, only Ren Xiaoyao's heavy breathing, his joints cracking, broke the silence. He gathered his strength, his right chest suddenly bulging, his right arm nearly doubling in size, the azure sword in his right hand trembling slightly.

Meiqin coldly watched Ren Xiaoyao, knowing he was about to attack again. She gently stroked her sword, as if caressing a lover, her gaze tender and warm.

Perhaps the successive generations of the Heartless Palace, devoid of emotion and desire, entrusted all their feelings to the swords in their hands.

Ren Xiaoyao slightly bent his knees, channeling his energy into the sword. Suddenly, with a flash of azure light, the sword, carrying a gust of wind, swiftly thrust towards Meiqin, the sword shadows overlapping, dreamlike and ethereal.

Mikoto leaned back slightly, her chest contracting in sync with the sword's momentum. This inward pull of her chest perfectly complemented her thrust at her chest, the speed and precision flawless.

Ren Xiaoyao's sword seemed to pierce Mikoto's abdomen, but in reality, it was embedded in the hollow. Ren Xiaoyao felt his strike had reached its limit, knowing that extending it just half an inch further would have landed a solid blow on Mikoto's chest and abdomen. Yet, he fell short by that half inch; the tip of the sword merely grazed Mikoto's collar.

Ren Xiaoyao's fierce attack was deflected by Mikoto's backward lean, her chest muscles using the momentum to neutralize the force.

At this moment, Mikoto smiled radiantly, breathing heavily, and said, "It's my turn!" Upon hearing this, Ren Xiaoyao focused his energy in his chest, and every part of his body instantly went into a state of alert. Without any visible movement, Mikoto casually swung her hand, and with a light, floating sword strike, the void seemed to be annihilated by the sword's force. An invisible energy blade pierced towards Ren Xiaoyao from all sides towards the center.

As Ren Xiaoyao's ears twitched slightly, his body continued to dart about, flitting through the arena like a butterfly flitting among flowers. Suddenly, he hovered in mid-air, slashing diagonally with his sword. The tip of the sword halted, creating a shockwave followed by a sudden explosion.

At this moment, the two-meter-long patch of ground between Ren Xiaoyao and Meiqin turned completely black, just like the dark sun that had shone before.

Suddenly, Ren Xiaoyao's sword whistled in the wind with a sharp "clang," and in the instant the sword flowers appeared, the sharp tip of the sword unexpectedly pierced Meiqin's brow!

The sword tip struck, but Meiqin remained motionless. With a flick of her wrist, the azure sword shot out like lightning, forcing Ren Xiaoyao back three steps with a "whoosh!"

Therefore, Ren Xiaoyao stopped his direct attack and began to fight Meiqin with fluid, swift movements. His longsword flew through the air, making "whoosh" sounds, its tip as ethereal as a flower in water, flickering and disappearing like a snake's tongue, unpredictable and elusive!

But no matter how Ren Xiaoyao circled around her, his attacks were lightning fast, Meiqin remained standing still. Her azure sword flashed and crisscrossed, shrill and sharp, flashing like a thousand streaks of light, each strike leaving no opening and giving her opponent no chance to exploit!

The swordsmanship of the Heartless Palace had reached its limit, and Meiqin's high level of skill allowed her to execute the Palace's graceful and agile swordsmanship to its fullest potential. So, by simply standing still, she could protect herself with the swirling and returning of her blade. Meiqin was confident that as long as she didn't risk an attack and remained outside the range of Ren Xiaoyao's blade, he would have great difficulty in harming her.

Ren Xiaoyao appeared outwardly cold and aloof, but his inner anxiety and resentment were indescribable. He knew that as time dragged on, more and more people would gather, making it increasingly difficult for him to seize the divine artifact. However, judging from the situation, unless he risked a close-quarters attack, victory seemed hopeless. He understood that continuing this circling battle would be futile, even until dawn.

While a close approach offered a chance to kill the enemy, it also presented an opportunity for him to be killed. The choice was disheartening—closer combat likely meant the enemy would have a greater chance of defeating him. The art of combat cannot be forced or relied upon for luck; Meiqin understood this perfectly. Their skill levels were now clearly evenly matched. In a moment of desperation,

Ren Xiaoyao, amidst the ongoing circling battle, seized an opportunity, his body close to the ground, and launched a powerful attack. His sword, leaving afterimages, swept towards Meiqin's lower body, then slashed upwards, a sword aura aimed fiercely at her throat!

Mikoto smiled calmly, dodging the incoming sword energy. She gripped her azure sword tightly, swinging and twisting wildly. A sharp "whoosh" rang out as a blur of azure and white light crisscrossed, accompanied by a series of cracking sounds, yet she still managed to neutralize Ren Xiaoyao's sword energy.

Almost simultaneously, Mikoto gracefully leaped towards Ren Xiaoyao, a flash of cold light unleashing a rainbow-like sword energy!

Ren Xiaoyao abruptly turned, his sword slashing in a cross shape at the air. A cross-shaped sword energy shot out, striking Mikoto's brow. Seeing the attack was too fast, Mikoto couldn't parry in time and was forced to brace herself with her sword. The tip of the sword hummed, bending into a bow shape, deflecting Mikoto to the right, narrowly avoiding Ren Xiaoyao's counterattack.

Chapter 70:

A burly man and a stunningly beautiful woman.

The fierce battle continued.

Using the springy momentum of the curved and extended Qingguang Sword, Mikoto leaped to the side, dodging Ren Xiaoyao's attack. Her feet landed nimbly, and she sidestepped, turned, and swung her sword. Before the attack could even reach her target, a chilling aura rushed towards her.

Ren Xiaoyao fiercely swung his sword to block, and amidst the clanging of metal against metal, followed by a sharp "clang," Ren Xiaoyao somersaulted. Suddenly, he sprang into the air, and in that instant, hundreds of uneven, cold rays of light shot out from his body, flashing like a bursting, brilliant sphere of light. He was like the center of this sphere, the long, shooting tails of light radiating outwards like the streaks of countless shooting stars—so fast, so swift, that even before people could process it, the dazzling light abruptly vanished.

As the sharp hissing sound of sword energy piercing the air filled Mikoto's ears, her pupils contracted sharply as she watched the countless sword energies crisscrossing the sky.

This astonishing move was none other than Ren Xiaoyao's trump card, Ten Thousand Swords Return to One.

Mikoto crossed her hands, forming a hand seal, and a halo appeared around her. The thousands of sword energies collided directly with the halo, producing a series of hissing sounds. With

each sword energy dissipated, the halo dimmed. The sword energy dwindled, and the halo grew dimmer.

The sword energy and the halo battled, their true energy consuming each other.

Finally, the sword energy vanished, and the halo dissipated.

Even the burly Ren Xiaoyao was panting heavily at this moment. The Ten Thousand Swords Return to One move was incredibly energy-consuming. Ren Xiaoyao stood suspended in the air, making no further move.

Mikoto was the same, a slight sweat beading on her forehead, sheathing her sword and standing still in the arena. Just a hair's breadth away, and she wouldn't have been able to withstand Ren Xiaoyao's "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" technique.

What a domineering move!

"Such a beautiful place, yet you've made it such a mess. Don't you two feel ashamed?" A clear, cold laugh came from afar.

Meiqin and Ren Xiaoyao looked in the direction of the voice and saw a handsome young man strolling towards them. Dressed in a beige robe, with a tall, golden figure, he exuded an intangible aristocratic air. Even without seeing his face clearly, it was impossible to look away from him. His face was as if sculpted, with a straight, beautiful nose and lips the color of cherry blossoms. The curve of his lips was perfect, as if he were always smiling. This smile seemed to be able to suddenly pierce through the clouds and let the sunlight shine in, gentle and composed, but his deep, dark eyes hid a hint of cynicism, giving people a sense of distant estrangement. A glittering silver ring on his hand displayed extraordinary nobility. He exuded an aura of innate nobility and extraordinary grace. The young man walked at a leisurely pace, pausing occasionally as if lingering over the scenery. His eyes were captivating, a hint of flirtatious laughter playing on his lips as he strolled along, observing the two of them with a knowing smile. Beside him walked a gentle and serene young woman.

The young man was handsome, the young woman ethereal.

The two were none other than Long Yinxuan and Long Zixi, who had rushed over.

In truth, Long Zixi was no longer a young girl, but her exceptional strength and otherworldly aura made her appear much younger. Long Yinxuan and Long Zixi walked together, their relationship resembling that of lovers, siblings, but not aunt and niece.

Long Yinxuan walked to the center of the area, circled around, and chuckled, "There's a murderous aura and the smell of death. Someone's been killed." He looked up at Meiqin and Ren Xiaoyao, "Someone's dead? Did you kill him? Xiong Da? Or perhaps you, beautiful lady?"

Ren Xiaoyao, who was curiously observing Long Yinxuan, was startled. Xiong Da? "Boy, what do you mean? Who's 'Big Bear'?" Ren Xiaoyao, though aware of his exceptionally large stature, was confident he didn't resemble a bear.

Long Yinxuan chuckled, "So stupid, you really are 'Big Bear'? Look around here, four people, two beauties, and I'm a handsome man. Who else but you is 'Big Bear'?"

Ren Xiaoyao was furious. He, the ruler of a nation, had been insulted as "Big Bear" by a sudden youth. How could he, with his lofty ambitions, tolerate this? His left hand formed a claw, lunging towards Long Yinxuan. "Where did this arrogant brat come from!"

Long Yinxuan stared at the approaching claw, the reflection in his pupils magnifying. The wind whistled, carrying a faint sense of restraint. He knew this was spatial power only a Saint-level cultivator could wield. The middle-aged man's grasp carried very weak spatial power, the restraining effect not strong.

This was because Ren Xiaoyao was arrogant, believing himself to be at the peak of the Saint-level; why would he need spatial power to deal with a mere youth?

Long Yinxuan sneered, his right knee slightly bent, and with a clang, the Chaos Sword shot out, sweeping towards Ren Xiaoyao's lower body. Ren Xiaoyao's face showed surprise. He hadn't expected this young man to not dodge his grab, which carried a trace of spatial binding power, but instead choose to attack him. Ren Xiaoyao found it somewhat amusing that this young boy was actually trying to counterattack him, a peak Saint-level expert.

How many years had it been? How many years had it been since he'd seen someone his age draw their sword against him? Could you defy the heavens? Did you possess heaven-defying comprehension? Could you defy the heavens to the point that you could contend with a Saint-level expert at such a young age? Today, I, Ren Xiaoyao, will teach you a lesson, let you understand that strength is something beyond comprehension, it also requires the accumulation of time.

Ren Xiaoyao leaped over Long Yinxuan's sweeping sword with a leap, his left foot pushing off the ground, launching himself several feet away. Long Yinxuan smiled calmly. He had never thought his attack would hit this middle-aged man. The Chaos Sword's momentum was still strong even after the initial strike failed. With a flick of his wrist, the Chaos Sword shot forward, hovering towards Ren Xiaoyao's back. Ren Xiaoyao stumbled forward, but even as the sword grazed his head, he didn't retaliate. Instead, he darted through the gap, and suddenly a purple blade flashed through the air. Ren Xiaoyao saw a white light before his eyes, and a purple sword came hurtling towards him. It turned out that Meiqin had intervened.

Ren Xiaoyao stood in mid-air, coldly looking at Meiqin, "What do you mean? When did the beautiful woman from the Heartless Palace learn to backstab people like this?"

Meiqin sneered, "When did the ruler of the Black Dragon Empire learn to bully a mere boy?"

Long Yinxuan broke out in a cold sweat. When did he become a mere boy? He had never been small, had he? Who could match the size of his beast? Long Yinxuan had always believed that the size of his beast was the largest in the world. Moreover, looking at the beautiful woman beside him, everything he had done proved that he was no longer a boy,

but a man through and through.

Chapter 71 Beauty, Demon (Third Update)

Ren Xiaoyao glanced thoughtfully at Meiqin and Long Yinxuan; "This young man was disrespectful to me. I only wanted to teach him the principles of being a good person. You are so concerned, is he your little lover? Or perhaps a seed you left behind when you traveled the continent five hundred years ago? Hehe, if the world knew that the previous successor of the Heartless Palace actually had a child, they would be very surprised."

Meiqin snorted lightly, tightening her grip on her sword. Clearly, Ren Xiaoyao's words had angered her.

The previous successor of the Heartless Palace? Wasn't that Mei Ai's master? Long Yinxuan only noticed these words in Ren Xiaoyao's words at this moment, and looked at Meiqin, his eyes flashing.

"Is King Ren such a person who speaks without restraint? Zixi has always been curious about what kind of person the King of the Black Dragon Empire is. Today I have seen it for myself." Long Zixi, who had been standing quietly beside Long Yinxuan, finally spoke. As she spoke, she shook her head slightly, her brows full of disappointment.

"Who are you?" Ren Xiaoyao looked at the stunningly beautiful Long Zixi, his eyes filled with doubt, surprise, and hesitation. His gaze was incredibly complex.

"Your Majesty, you haven't forgotten that night twelve years ago, have you? Zixi had a brief exchange with Your Majesty." Long Zixi gazed at Ren Xiaoyao quietly.

"It's you?!" A surge of terrifying fighting spirit coursed through Ren Xiaoyao's body. In these twelve years, he had never forgotten that night he encountered that woman.

Clad in white and wielding a sword, she single-handedly slaughtered the twenty peak Emperor-level experts and four mid-stage Saint-level experts he had brought. In the end, she even managed to retreat severely injured.

Twelve years ago, Ren Xiaoyao intended to lead the Empire's experts to infiltrate various countries to carry out his long-planned decapitation operation. But he never expected that his first stop, the Longyao Dynasty, would lead him to encounter this woman before him. This seemingly frail woman swiftly and decisively defeated all the experts he had brought.

For the past twelve years, he couldn't forget every sword strike that woman had wielded, each strike killing a man. Even his four mid-stage Saint-level warriors were no match for her. He himself couldn't last more than twenty moves against her.

Twelve years later, although he had broken through to the peak of the Saint-level, he had no confidence in facing the woman deep in his memory. This was why Ren Xiaoyao was so excited about the appearance of the divine artifact; by obtaining it, he could eradicate the demon in his memory.

Long Zixi was the demon that had haunted Ren Xiaoyao's heart for the past twelve years.

Beauty, demon, had tormented him for twelve long years!

He longed to eliminate it, yet feared encountering it!

Fate is so capricious; the more you fear something, the more it forces you to face it.

At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao encountered Long Zixi before even obtaining the divine artifact. But regardless of his feelings—surprise or trepidation—he had to face Long Zixi at this moment.

Long Zixi looked at Ren Xiaoyao, whose aura was constantly increasing, and smiled gently, "Twelve years later, do you have the confidence to defeat me?"

"Today, I, Ren, will see just how strong you really are!" Ren Xiaoyao's longsword crackled with lightning, occasionally sending sparks flying through the air.

Slipping, exploding, dissipating—like a person's life and death.

Long Zixi remained calm, quietly watching Ren Xiaoyao, shaking her head but saying nothing. Suddenly, she felt a gaunt figure standing before her.

"Brother Xiong, weren't you going to teach me a lesson? Today, I'll teach you a lesson. You're the first person to dare call me someone else's illegitimate child," Long Yinxuan said with a beaming smile, though the true warmth of that smile was unknown.

"Hmph! Overestimating yourself! Kid, you're courting death!" Ren Xiaoyao's surging fighting spirit was solely for Long Zixi, and now that Long Yinxuan stood before her, he was somewhat enraged.

Ren Xiaoyao swayed, his right foot, seemingly floating in mid-air, leaping into the void as if stepping on solid ground. He suddenly appeared before Long Yinxuan, immediately unleashing a flurry of four palm strikes, the dazzling palm shadows filling the air before Long Yinxuan.

Long Zixi watched the palm shadows engulf Long Yinxuan, remaining as calm as before, her expression unchanged. She trusted her nephew; since he had chosen to step forward, he must have absolute confidence.

Even though the Black Dragon Empire's ruler was a peak Emperor-level being.

Long Zixi believed in Long Yinxuan.

For some reason, this thought lingered in her heart. Was it anticipation or tacit understanding?

The palm winds howled, the palm shadows flashed.

At this moment, Long Yinxuan suddenly adopted a strange posture, his once-wicked eyes suddenly becoming peaceful and serene, as if he had transformed into another person in an instant. His aura seemed to weaken, yet within this endless calm lay boundless mystery.

Long Zixi and Meiqin's eyes lit up; the shock in their hearts was beyond words. They didn't understand why Long Yinxuan was making such a strange move at this moment. But it was precisely this seemingly simple, seemingly strange move that made him appear so flawless.

Long Yinxuan's move was the starting stance of Tai Chi, a profound and extensive ancient Chinese martial art from his previous life—a near-perfect Tai Chi starting stance.

Long Yinxuan grinned at Long Zixi.

Long Zixi glared at Long Yinxuan; her nephew actually had time to act silly with her now.

She saw Long Yinxuan's feet together, his body moving without moving his feet. His upper body moved forward and backward, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, sometimes rising and falling, sometimes lowering, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right. He was like a roly-poly toy, his upper body able to twist to any angle, while his lower body remained as stable as a mountain. With each twist, Long Yinxuan had already neutralized Ren Xiaoyao's fierce attacks.

Ren Xiaoyao, initially brimming with confidence, was taken aback by the youth's uncanny ability to neutralize his attacks. Filled with shock and rage, he unleashed a flurry of seven or eight more strikes, his sword crackling with electricity and flashing with brilliance, all aimed at Long Yinxuan.

Palm moved, sword moved, body moved, but Long Yinxuan's feet remained still.

Ren Xiaoyao's attacks were swift and fierce, yet Long Yinxuan still managed to defuse them with uncanny grace and fluidity.

Long Zixi and Meiqin's eyes gleamed with wonder.

How amazing, how bizarre, how powerful the movement technique!

Chapter 72: A chaotic battle.

Ren Xiaoyao, filled with shock and anger, and Long Yinxuan, elegantly dodging.

Before the battle, it seemed Ren Xiaoyao would be the final victor. But now, it seemed Long Yinxuan had mastered the rhythm of the battle.

"Brother Xiong, your attack isn't very good? Dare to be more ruthless, more ferocious?" Long Yinxuan teased.

"Brother Ren, you can't even handle a little kid?" Two miles away, Wuming's voice arrived before Wuming did.

A gentle breeze swept through the arena, and at that moment, Xue Bingchuan also arrived gracefully. "Brother Ren, you've become more and more active these past two years, yet you're struggling with such a small boy!"

Although Wuming and Xue Bingchuan mocked Ren Xiaoyao, they were secretly amazed by the boy's strange movement technique.

Wuming and Xue Bingchuan's gaze quickly fell on the heart-shaped divine object above, their eyes burning with fervor, as if they had seen their lover.

Seeing Ren Xiaoyao being held back by Long Yinxuan, Xue Bingchuan glanced at Meiqin and Long Zixi, then leaped towards the heart-shaped divine object. He channeled spatial power into his right hand, his five fingers quickly piercing the invisible barrier.

"Brother Xue, what do you mean by this? Do you intend to seize the treasure so easily?" Wuming lightly clenched his left hand into a hand seal, unleashing a cyan energy blade that slashed towards Xue Bingchuan's hand, forcing him to retract it. Xue

Bingchuan dodged the energy blade, and three giant dragons appeared beside him—a fire dragon, a water dragon, and a thunder dragon—entwined together. The three enormous dragons roared into the air, then suddenly separated, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on Xue Bingchuan. With the three dragons upon him, Xue Bingchuan retreated seven steps, rolling in mid-air to narrowly avoid the fatal blows of the three dragons. But the three dragons' attack failed. Their lantern-like eyes shifted, as if possessing sentience. The three dragons exchanged glances and merged into one, three dragons of different energies and natures becoming one.

A giant dragon with three-colored flowing light appeared in the air, its head shimmering with water, its body covered in sparks, and its feet resting on thunderclouds, majestic and awe-inspiring. The dragon opened its massive mouth and exhaled a breath of dragon breath at Xue Bingchuan.

It was fire!

"Whoosh!" Centered on where Xue Bingchuan had just stood, an invisible, scorching aura rapidly surged outwards, turning everything around it scorched yellow.

But it wasn't over yet. This time, Wuming was clearly going all out. The three-colored dragon he had conjured floated in the air, its massive eyes fixed on Xue Bingchuan, roaring incessantly. Suddenly, it opened its enormous mouth and spewed out a thick pillar of lightning, heading straight for Xue Bingchuan.

Xue Bingchuan let out a long howl, "Wuming, how about we join forces to seize this item?"

Although Xue Bingchuan said this, his actions were anything but hesitant. His staff flashed like a mountain, unleashing the Hidden Dragon Manor's unique martial art, the Thirty-Six Forms of Sunset. This was an extremely complex and repetitive set of techniques, but Xue Bingchuan executed it with each move seamlessly connected, as if many people were attacking simultaneously!

Countless staff shadows struck the lightning pillars, but without a loud sound, the staff shadows and lightning pillars vanished silently.

"To ally with you is like seeking a tiger's skin," Wuming said, his hand gestures becoming even more frequent.

The three-colored giant dragon seemed to possess sentience; seeing its lightning pillars scattered, it appeared quite angry. Its giant eyes glared, and another pillar of fire shot towards Xue Bingchuan. After the fire pillar was unleashed, the fire dragon followed closely, its tail whipping towards Xue Bingchuan.

The fire pillar and the dragon's tail magnified in Xue Bingchuan's pupils, but he did not dodge. Just as the fire pillar and the dragon's tail were two meters away from him, he decided on the method he should use.

He leaned back sharply, his staff rising to deflect the dragon's tail and shatter the pillar of fire.

Xue Bingchuan roared, his body flipping and changing direction abruptly, leaping upwards for about ten feet. He then charged at Wuming, creating a gust of wind.

Wuming, watching Xue Bingchuan hurtle towards him, sneered. With a thought, the three-colored dragon reappeared between them.

The fire dragon spewed twelve pillars of fire, thwarting Xue Bingchuan's attack. After spitting out the fire pillars, the three-colored dragon's body dimmed slightly.

Xue Bingchuan saw the twelve pillars of fire connect, like the trail of a long meteor. He slammed his right elbow and heel into the air, leaping backwards.

The twelve pillars of fire struck the mountain wall behind Xue Bingchuan with a deafening boom, creating a bottomless, circular crater halfway up the mountain.

Seeing the three-colored dragon's body dim, Xue Bingchuan was overjoyed. "Now let's see how this hairy dragon can withstand my Sunset Thirty-Six Forms!" At this moment, Xue Bingchuan stopped, his hands hanging down, his entire body almost motionless, yet his slender body slowly floated towards Wuming.

Wuming was slightly wary, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised. He knew that calm movements often concealed the coldest killing moves.

Xue Bingchuan's lips twitched slightly, and his eyes suddenly revealed killing intent. Without a word, he stretched out his palm, grabbing at Wuming's chest.

These thin but powerful hands had slightly curved fingertips, and the nails were curled into a ball. Wuming felt a chill in his heart, and he slightly raised his arm, raising the long sword in his hand to chest level. But Xue Bingchuan suddenly let out another cold laugh, and his fingertips and nails stretched out like lightning, white as jade, cold as iron, resembling five chilling short swords. He secretly unleashed the first twelve moves of the Sunset Thirty-Six Forms with his staff, the staff like a divine sword shot from a divine bow, sweeping towards Wuming with the vast momentum of the setting sun.

Wuming was shocked and took another step back. He saw that although the hands were approaching slowly, they controlled his entire body. No matter which way he dodged, he could not avoid being pierced by those five cold, sword-like fingers. And the golden staff was already locked on his head.

In an instant, he seemed unable to think of any move that could block the slow approach of the palm and the staff.

In desperation, he shouted loudly and swung his right hand. A burst of blue light appeared, and the three-colored dragon suddenly disappeared beside him. The three-colored dragon, which was composed of three streams of energy, turned into supple water at this moment. This water flow formed a water curtain around Wuming.

But then, Xue Bingchuan's palm strike and staff strike, both flashing with light, disappeared into the water curtain, leaving only half an inch of the staff remaining, still gleaming golden.

The force of the palm and staff strikes was blocked by the water curtain, and Wuming finally seized this opportunity to leap back several feet.

Xue Bingchuan frowned, seemingly unwilling to accept defeat. His hand moved, cold and slightly damp.

He had actually escaped this fatal blow; what a pity.

Wuming stood still, his expression seemingly calm, but his mind was in turmoil.

That was close! He almost fell into Xue Bingchuan's hands.

Actually, it wasn't that Wuming was weaker than Xue Bingchuan, but rather that cultivators feared close combat with martial artists.

Xue Bingchuan and Wuming no longer intended to fight. During their exchange, they had inadvertently sensed the aura emanating from Long Zixi and Meiqin, realizing that these two women were also highly skilled. With the two women present, even if a winner was determined between them, the victor would not be able to claim the divine artifact.

Since that's the case, they might as well wait and see.

"Old Ren, you still haven't dealt with this young man? Are you really getting old?" Xue Bingchuan, who had just stopped, mocked Ren Xiaoyao from the side.

Ren Xiaoyao steadied himself, withdrew his attack, glanced at Xue Bingchuan, and turned coldly to look at Long Yinxuan. "Boy, you've surprised me today. You are indeed a heaven-defying genius. Given time, your strength will definitely surpass mine, but you're not there now. So let's end the game here! You can be proud that you forced me to use my spatial power." With that, Ren Xiaoyao pointed his ten fingers at Long Yinxuan, and a vast, binding force enveloped Long Yinxuan's entire body.

At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao finally unleashed his unique spatial power, a power unique to Saint-level beings. Wherever his ten fingers pointed, that was his domain, his kingdom.

Long Zixi's expression changed, and she was about to intervene. But Long Yinxuan's mocking voice echoed throughout the arena, "Saint-level beings are so great? Spatial confinement is so great? The game is about to end, but this game must be ended by me! I will announce its conclusion. It's me, not you!"

Ren Xiaoyao suddenly felt the confinement power that had just been applied to Long Yinxuan vanish into thin air. Looking closely, he saw that Long Yinxuan was wearing a silver-white armor, with silver-gold wings on its back, the dazzling gold edges spreading out from the void like the halo of a rising sun. A terrifying aura rose between heaven and earth.

This armor was the Chaos Battle Armor that Long Yinxuan had never worn before; once donned, it could isolate all spatial confinement power and enhance Long Yinxuan's combat power tenfold!

This was Long Yinxuan's powerful cheat code!

"Now, let's see who's weaker between us!" Long Yinxuan floated gracefully in the void, staring at Ren Xiaoyao, his dark eyes gleaming.

Long Zixi, standing beside him, gasped in surprise. She couldn't understand where her nephew had found this armor. Ever since the Chaos Battle Armor appeared on Long Yinxuan, Long Zixi had grasped its wonders.

Everyone in the arena recognized the armor's power.

"Good! Good! I never imagined such a young boy like you possessed so many amazing qualities. Today, I'll fight you to the death!" Ren Xiaoyao stood in the void, his spirit soaring. Though domineering and ruthless, he was a true man.

Long Yinxuan, proud as he was, wanted to protect his pride. Ren Xiaoyao, unwilling to lose to a mere boy, was now forced to fight to the death.

This battle required their utmost effort!

Long Yinxuan fully activated the Chaos Battle Armor to enhance his combat power.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The mysterious divine object above shone brightly, causing the void around it to collapse continuously, and dark spatial rifts spread through the air at an alarming speed. In the next instant, dense spatial holy power poured down like a torrential downpour, hurling it at Long Yinxuan below.

Long Yinxuan's dark pupils widened in horror as he discovered that his Chaos Armor, capable of blocking spatial holy power, was now unable to withstand this vast force.

Before everyone's eyes, Long Yinxuan was swept into the heart-shaped divine object by a beam of five-colored light.

It was a silent, empty space. Nothing but emptiness.

At this moment, Long Yinxuan was filled with countless questions: Where was he? What was this heart-shaped divine object? Why couldn't his Chaos Armor block the spatial holy power it emitted?

Lost in thought, a soft voice drifted over, "Master, Ling'er has been searching for you for so long."

A little girl, seemingly only eight years old, emerged from the space. Her long, straight, fiery red hair flowed around her slender waist, giving her a gentle yet alluring air. Her skin was as white as lamb's milk, like translucent tofu. Her thin lips were rosy and fresh, and two small dimples adorned her cheeks, revealing two rows of neat, white teeth. Her delicate neck was adorned with a princess dress, her chest not prominent, resembling two small steamed buns. Most alluring were her long, slender, snow-white legs exposed beneath her dress. Her fair and delicate skin was exceptionally tempting, and her bare feet revealed five beautiful pink toes.

Frankly, any man who saw this little girl without harboring any lustful thoughts was no man at all. At this moment, Long Yinxuan was indeed captivated, but only with admiration, feeling only a pure and flawless beauty. Although a possessive desire might be lurking beneath the surface,

the little girl's large, watery eyes looked at Long Yinxuan with a pitiful and endearing expression.

But Long Yinxuan, this scoundrel, longed to hold her in his arms and cherish her.

"Master? You just called me master?" Long Yinxuan asked, puzzled.

"Yes, Ling'er sensed your presence and traversed several different dimensions to find you, Master." The little girl's beautiful eyes brightened, and a smile graced her delicate face. "Master may not understand now, but Ling'er will understand after we recognize each other as masters." For a moment, Long Yinxuan

considered the possibility that this little girl might harm him, but then he remembered that he had still been brought to this nameless space by her, so he decided to wait and see. "Then how do we recognize each other as masters?"

Under Long Yinxuan's surprised yet slightly burning gaze, the little girl removed her dress. Pointing to her small, round mound, she timidly said, "Ling'er's life essence is here. Master, you just need to insert your big thing."

Long Yinxuan felt a surge of heat. Although he knew that the "big thing" Ling'er referred to was his enormous beast, he still suppressed his inner impulse and mischievously asked, "What does 'big thing' mean, Ling'er?"

Seeing how cute the little girl was, Long Yinxuan couldn't resist teasing her.

The little girl timidly said, "Big thing is... it's Master's..." Ling'er pointed to Long Yinxuan's crotch.

"Which one is that? Ling'er, please explain more clearly." Long Yinxuan deliberately said.

Ling'er stomped her foot, walked forward naked, and reached out her small hand to grab Long Yinxuan's beast. "It's here."

"Oh." Even through his pants, Long Yinxuan could still feel the softness of Ling'er's small hand and couldn't help but exclaim. "Ling'er, you mean this place? Do you really want me to insert it? I'm still a virgin. If you insert it, won't I lose my innocence?"

Ling'er frowned slightly. "Is that so? But if Master doesn't insert it, how can Ling'er acknowledge you as her master? Ling'er has gone through so much hardship searching for Master; Ling'er must return to her original form today, no matter what."

Long Yinxuan feigned distress, but inwardly he was overjoyed. "Then, Ling'er, to compensate me, I'll sacrifice my innocence and insert it." Long Yinxuan seemed to have made a momentous decision.

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