Goodbye, Xiao Xiaole's Beauty

Considering that Fang Meiyun would wake up soon.

After putting the mask into his storage ring, Tang Yu continued playing dumb inside the Soul-Imprisoning Sand.

After quite a while, Fang Meiyun, lying on the ground with her bare ass exposed, suddenly opened her eyes. Feeling the changes in her body, she immediately let out a scream and assumed an attacking stance.

But seeing no one around, she hurriedly grabbed the robe from the ground and put it on before checking her body.

When she discovered that her virgin yin was still intact, she let out a long sigh of relief.

"Good thing I'm cautious and left a restriction in my body. Otherwise, I would have..."

Tang Yu, listening from within the Soul-Imprisoning Sand, nearly burst out laughing.

After checking everything on her and confirming that nothing was missing, Fang Meiyun opened that spatial restriction again.

A spatial rift appeared on her butt and steadily widened. Then, a horribly mangled corpse fell out from within.

After glancing at the corpse, the furious Fang Meiyun raised a hand and reduced it to ashes with a spell.

"Not a single man is any good."

She spat viciously, then continued onward with a dark expression to purchase supplies.

Fortunately, no one caused trouble for her again along the way.

The supply run went quite smoothly as well. She was a great cultivator at the Soul Formation stage—who would dare provoke her?

After Fang Meiyun finished buying everything and headed back, there were no problems on the return trip either.

This secretly relieved Fang Meiyun. It seemed that the mysterious Nascent Soul cultivator had not been sent by some faction.

The sect had only just been established. Though it was powerful, that power was limited to her, Xiao Xiaole, and the others.

The disciples were