Deep at the bottom of the pool, the demonic foul qi that had been suppressed for who knew how many years, long since entangled with the pool's very essence, was drawn by the lively, pure power where yin and yang converged. Like sharks scenting blood, it silently seeped forth.
This foul qi was formless and intangible, impossible to detect. It did not assault the flesh or damage the meridians, yet it quietly slipped in through the connection between their minds, opened by their cultivation technique.
Chu Jiang was the first to sense that something was wrong.
A strange, scorching sensation abruptly surged up from the deepest depths of his heart.
At the same time, the crisp, snow-like scent emanating from Wu Yue, mingled with the pool water's icy chill, now smelled... inexplicably alluring.
"Something's wrong!"
Chu Jiang shouted sharply, "Careful! There's foul qi at the bottom of the pool. Guard your spiritual platform!"
Even the Immaculate Pure Yang Body could barely keep this thing out.
Almost the instant he spoke, Wu Yue let out a muffled groan of suppression.
Her reaction was even more intense.
An indescribable emptiness and craving spread from her limbs and bones, from the depths of her spiritual platform.
The pure and immense pure yang aura radiating from Chu Jiang now held a fatal allure for her, like a fish yearning for water.
She could clearly sense the scorching heat of the blood and qi surging through Chu Jiang's body. That heat came through the pool water, through their mental connection, making her icy body instinctively want to draw closer, closer still...
"I... I'm trying." Wu Yue's voice was already unsteady, carrying a faint tremor she herself had not noticed.
She bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to stay lucid through pain as she