True Spirit, Illusion, Divine Weapon Appears!

As Meng Chuan fought fiercely with the over-two-meter-tall Yang Yuelian, there was no need for him to use Compression on his body; he could let himself loose to the fullest.

With close-range instruction, some contact and collisions were inevitably unavoidable.

Dodging her slender hands that blocked his way, he accidentally brushed against something soft, and even Meng Chuan's fists and feet trembled slightly...

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Yang Yuelian, with black hair and golden eyes, leaned forward, her exquisite, flawless face magnifying endlessly in Meng Chuan's vision.

Her curled, upturned lashes fluttered, and from those golden eyes, Meng Chuan caught a fiery, blazing desire.

Sweet, warm breaths puffed against his face. The instant his nose was forced to draw them in...

Even as Meng Chuan's fist hardened, a faint sense of foreboding rose in his heart...

Time passed so quickly.

Today's lesson had come to an end. Yang Yuelian's gaze rippled as she still clung softly to him, refusing to let go...

Everything went unsaid, and Meng Chuan did not know what to say either. He coughed twice to snap her back to her senses.

He subtly tensed his lower abdomen to conceal the Supreme Bone, then fled in a sorry state.

If they kept fighting a while longer, he truly would not be able to restrain himself...

March 28th, before dawn.

A sparse pattering filled heaven and earth, and the mountain paths gradually became slick and muddy.

Spring rain was precious as oil.

Across all of Mount Erlang, only the surroundings of the Yang Family's earthen fortress forge remained clean and rainless. Above it hung nothing but low, fish-scale clouds.

The fish scales rolled endlessly, and faint crackling static drifted through the void, converging with the earthen fortress.

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