"What you just did..."
Zhang Lingyun pointed her sword at the Flower Monk: "... Didn't you say you wanted to get intimate with me, like, 'mwah'?"
The Flower Monk's professional analytical expression froze instantly, then he forced out a smile that looked worse than a grimace.
He subtly shrank behind the Black-robed Daoist, and chuckled dryly:
"Beautiful lady, calm down, please calm down."
Well... I was just joking with you, just kidding, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously.
We're in this together, we were just fighting side by side. Look at this bald guy, how sincere he is."
"Joke?"
Zhang Lingyun's eyes grew colder, and with a flick of her wrist, the dark red Sword Qi on the broken sword began to flicker uncertainly once more.
"Then I'll joke with you too."
As soon as he finished speaking, a condensed dark red Sword Qi slashed down towards the Flower Monk.
The icy Resentment Power and Profound Yin sharpness contained within the Sword Qi caused the air to hiss and freeze.
"Oh, you're serious?"
The Flower Monk let out a strange cry, his feet moving swiftly, his body as slippery as an eel, narrowly avoiding the Sword Qi.
The Sword Qi grazed past his monk's robe, tearing off another corner of his already tattered moon-white robe, which frightened him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.
"I'm warning you, I'm the Incarnation that your Brother painstakingly created with great difficulty."
I am a part of him!
If I die, your Brother will also be injured, his Divine Soul will be damaged.
As the Flower Monk fled in a disheveled state, he didn't forget to keep nagging and warning, trying to use Zhang Yu as a talisman.
However, it would have been better if he hadn't mentioned his Brother. The moment he did, the cold light in Zhang Lingyun's eyes intensified, and his attacks became even more ruthless and vicious!
The broken sword was brandished, and streaks of dark red Sword Qi intertwined to form a net, relentlessly slashing at the Flower Monk, as if determined not to stop until his broken mouth was sewn shut.
The part of Zhang Lingyun's consciousness, upon hearing the term "Brother," was instantly overwhelmed with intense shame and an indescribable feeling.
Zhang Lingyun had long known that Zhang Yu was not related to her by blood, so after taking care of him for so many years, she had developed some unusual feelings for Zhang Yu.
Those complex feelings she had deliberately suppressed, or rather, those feelings that had become chaotic due to the fusion, towards Zhang Yu, were instantly ignited by the Flower Monk's flippant words.
And the part of consciousness that belongs to Jiang Ling.
She felt offended and angry at the teasing of Zhang Yu's Incarnation.
"You're so foul-mouthed, go to hell!"
Zhang Lingyun's offensive was relentless, chasing the Flower Monk so fast he jumped and screamed.
The Black-robed Daoist stood with his arms crossed, coldly observing the internal chase, a barely perceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth.
He watched as the Flower Monk was chased around in a chaotic frenzy, his tone remaining calm, but he added a final, sarcastic remark. "Serves him right."
Flower Monk: "You stinking Daoist priest, are you even one of us? You're just standing by and watching someone die!"
The Black-robed Daoist, "He brought it on himself."
In the ruins of the Heavenly Prison, Zhang Yu's true form, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, clearly witnessed this scene.
He couldn't help but put his hand to his forehead again, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.
"The One Qi Transforms Three Pure Ones given by the system must be a pirated version."
Zhang Yu was both amused and exasperated.
He could roughly guess why Zhang Lingyun suddenly attacked the Flower Monk; it was probably because that unreliable fellow had spoken recklessly again and gotten himself into trouble.
But given the current situation, having just emerged from a major battle with lingering hidden dangers, why are they already experiencing internal strife?
The Xiao Family, Hu Qingxuan, and others exchanged bewildered glances at the bizarre scene in the Image Jade Token where Zhang Lingyun was chasing and slashing at the Flower Monk. They were unsure how to react.
This... isn't the change in art style a bit too sudden?
Just moments ago they were fighting tooth and nail, making a huge scene, and now it's turned into a family drama?
The power of the Brother's words, "My Flower Monk brother," was clearly felt by everyone present.
Fortunately, Zhang Heng had already revealed the secret that Zhang Yu and Zhang Lingyun were not related by blood. Otherwise, those three words alone would have been enough to cause Zhang Yu social death and brand him with the perverted reputation of incestuous siblings.
Even so, Zhang Yu felt his cheeks burning slightly, so embarrassed that he wished he could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the ground with his toes.
His initial care for Zhang Lingyun stemmed more from sympathy for her, a feeling of shared misfortune.
Two unfortunate individuals, neglected and marginalized within their Lineage, huddle together for warmth.
Although a sibling-like bond developed later, he always remained true to his duty, regarding her as a younger sister who needed protection.
He asked himself, before learning the truth, that he had absolutely no intention of overstepping his bounds.
But now that the thin veil of blood ties has been pierced, and recalling the moments they spent together, and the fact that Zhang Lingyun may have known all along...
A strange feeling welled up in Zhang Yu's heart, but he felt mostly bewildered and at a loss.
How should he face this younger sister who is a fusion of a thousand-year-old Vengeful Soul, possesses terrifying power, and may harbor special feelings for him?
Just as Zhang Yu was racking his brains, unsure how to break the deadlock, a fragrant breeze accompanied by a soft, alluring voice suddenly pressed against him.
"My dear Brother ~"
Xiao Meier had quietly moved closer to Zhang Yu without anyone noticing, almost leaning against him.
Her breath was sweet and fragrant, her eyes alluring, and in a voice that could melt your heart, she called out in a soft, seductive tone, "So you like this kind of thing~"
This cry of "my Brother" was uttered with a myriad of twists and turns, full of tenderness and allure, completely different from the frivolous teasing of the Flower Monk. It was brimming with naked provocation and innuendo.
Caught off guard, Zhang Yu felt a rush of heat to his head, and his heart skipped a beat.
He instinctively tried to push Xiao Meier away, but felt a soft warmth where his arm touched, which made him even more at a loss.
"If you like it..."
Another voice, cool yet carrying a hint of something else, rang out.
Xiao Fenghua also stepped forward. Although she didn't approach him as directly as Xiao Meier, her beautiful eyes looked directly at Zhang Yu, and her tone was calm but carried an undeniable air, "I can call you Brother too."
Xiao Fenghua's temperament is completely different from Xiao Meier's.
Her aloofness and coldness, like a plum blossom in the snow, made her words all the more striking, and the impact on Zhang Yu was no less than that of Xiao Meier's direct attack.
Zhang Yu: "..."
He felt his head was even bigger.
What is all this nonsense?
"Shameless!"
A low, clearly displeased spit came from the side.
Hu Qingxuan's pretty face flushed slightly. She bit her lower lip and glared resentfully at Xiao Meier and Xiao Fenghua.
Xiao Xuan, Xiao Zhengfeng, and the other Xiao Family were all looking down at their noses and focusing on their own thoughts, as if they had suddenly become very interested in the texture of the bricks and stones under their feet, completely ignoring the antics of their younger generation.
Help!
Murder!
If you don't do something about this, I'm going to be chopped into eighteen pieces by your good sister!
The Flower Monk's exaggerated cries for help rang out like a pig being slaughtered.
He was clever enough to realize that perhaps only Zhang Yu could restrain this Calamity Star who had merged with Zhang Lingyun's soul, so he went straight to the Heavenly Prison.
Zhang Yu's lips twitched as he looked at his own bootleg Incarnation looking so pathetic, and veins throbbed on his forehead.
But he also knew that this farce could not be allowed to continue.
Although the Flower Monk is sharp-tongued, he is still one's own Incarnation. If he is truly harmed, one's own Divine Soul will also be damaged.
"Lingyun, can you please stop!"
Zhang Yu asked tentatively, unsure of himself.
Zhang Lingyun, who was in the midst of a fierce attack, suddenly froze, the Sword Qi in her hand pausing in mid-air.
She slowly turned around, her dark purple eyes falling on Zhang Yu.
His eyes were complex and unfathomable, containing anger, Killing Intent, shame, grievance, confusion, and a deep-seated dependence that even he himself was unaware of.
"Eldest Brother..."
The part of Zhang Lingyun's consciousness murmured softly upon hearing that familiar voice.
But when she saw Xiao Fenghe and Xiao Meier surrounding Zhang Yu, especially Xiao Meier clinging to Zhang Yu.
The broken sword in her hand, which she had lowered, struck the Flower Monk's buttocks again.
Okay, she couldn't bring herself to kill Zhang Yu directly, so she took her anger out on the Flower Monk.
At the same time, Zhang Lingyun pointed at Xiao Meier and Xiao Fenghua, angrily questioning, "Who are they?"