It Really Wasn't on Purpose...

Wang Mengde added, "Let's add a clause to the oath: I must not reveal my whereabouts to anyone in any way."

Ye Wuhen's arrival at Rosy Cloud Island to kill him indicates that Ye Wushuang already knew about his relationship with Qingyue.

His whereabouts must be kept secret for the time being.

Zhao Hongying paused slightly, her sense of frustration intensifying.

She took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to curse.

That bastard is way too vigilant.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her frustration, and pointed her finger like a sword. "I, Zhao Hongying, hereby swear that when I take Wang Mengde to Azure Cliff Island, I will not persecute him in any way, nor will I expose his whereabouts to any third party."

"If I break this oath, may I be struck by heavenly lightning and all my cultivation be destroyed."

The vow was made.

Wang Mengde then smiled, his tone much more relaxed. "Wait a moment, I'll go change my clothes."

He turned and went back to the quiet room, closed the door, and took out a set of black, close-fitting clothes from his Storage Bag to change into.

He had prepared this outfit in advance; it was a bit looser than his usual clothes, making him appear much more robust.

He then took out a black mask from his Storage Bag and put it on his face.

The mask was made of some unknown material; it was a thin layer that felt cool against my face, revealing only my eyes and mouth.

Zhao Hongying was waiting in the reception room when she saw Wang Mengde come out of the quiet room, and her brows immediately furrowed.

He was dressed in black, wearing a black mask, and his entire body was covered up, except for his eyes.

They're dressed so mysteriously; they're definitely up to something shady.

Her regret grew stronger.

But the vows have already been made.

What else can we do?

Damn fifty Spirit Stone.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her frustration, and turned to walk out.

Let's go.

The two walked out of the attic and into the courtyard.

Zhao Hongying patted her Storage Bag, and a cyan Flying Sword flew out of the bag, hovering half a zhang in front of her.

The sword is long and slender, with a faint blue light emanating from it, and runes flowing faintly within it.

Zhao Hongying leaped onto the Flying Sword and stood steadily on its surface.

She turned around, and a wisp of spiritual energy emerged from her hand, gently lifting Wang Mengde and placing him on the back half of the Flying Sword.

"Stand firm," she said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Flying Sword shot into the sky.

Wang Mengde stumbled, but quickly regained his balance.

The sea breeze whistled past my ears, Rosy Cloud Island shrank rapidly beneath my feet, becoming a small gray-green dot.

The Flying Sword was extremely fast, more than twice as fast as his Thousand-Mile Wind-Riding Talisman.

Zhao Hongying stood in front, her long hair flying in the wind.

His gaze lingered on Wang Mengde's face.

It feels itchy and tingly, with a faint, pleasant fragrance.

The fragrance wasn't the smell of cosmetics; it was more like a natural body odor, crisp and slightly sweet, constantly wafting into his nose.

Wang Mengde's gaze inadvertently swept over Zhao Hongying's profile.

Her profile was sharp and distinct, with slanted, arched eyebrows, slightly upturned phoenix eyes, a straight nose, and a jawline as clean as if it had been cut with a knife.

The sea breeze ruffled the stray hairs on her forehead, revealing her smooth brow.

Further down, there was a fair and delicate neck, slender and long, like a piece of white jade.

Her slender waist was tightly bound by her fitted outfit, so delicate it could be encircled in one hand, and below that...

His gaze involuntarily shifted downwards for a moment.

The heat within the spiritual energy surged wildly once more.

The intense heat surged through his body, burning his mouth and making his eyes gradually become fiery.

Zhao Hongying was flying on her sword when she suddenly felt a light behind her.

That gaze, almost tangible, fell upon her back, burning so intensely it made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

She stiffened slightly, feeling as if she were being pricked by a thorn in her back.

Those fifty Spirit Stone were earned in a very frustrating way.

I feel so frustrated.

She secretly vowed that she would never again carry male cultivators on her Flying Sword.

No matter how many Spirit Stone you give, you absolutely will not include them.

Wang Mengde noticed her unusual behavior, so he quickly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and circulated his internal Cultivation Method to suppress the agitation within his body.

Zhao Hongying grew angrier the more she thought about it.

The more I think about it, the more frustrated I feel.

Earning those fifty Spirit Stone felt incredibly frustrating.

She's not making any more money.

She took out a Thousand-Mile Wind-Riding Talisman from her Storage Bag, deciding to let this bastard fly on his own.

She abruptly stopped in her tracks.

The Flying Sword suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Wang Mengde was closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, circulating his Cultivation Method, when he never expected that his flying Flying Sword, which had been flying steadily, would suddenly stop.

His body lunged forward uncontrollably.

The next instant, he bumped into a soft body.

He instinctively reached out and hugged the person in front of him tightly.

Warm and fragrant.

Zhao Hongying was pulled into a tight embrace by Wang Mengde from behind.

She felt a broad chest pressing against her back, and a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly.

His chest pressed against her back, his chin resting on her shoulder.

She could even feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, transmitted through the fabric.

Zhao Hongying's body stiffened instantly.

She had lived for over twenty years and had never been hugged like that by a man before.

Her master taught her that men are all impure and filthy, and should not be approached.

She has always believed this, and she has always acted accordingly.

She hated male cultivators, hated the way they looked at her, and hated their hypocritical faces when they fawned over her.

But now, being held in this person's arms, her mind went completely blank.

His arms were strong and powerful, and the force around her waist was neither too light nor too heavy, yet it gave her the feeling of being firmly locked in, with nowhere to escape.

His chest was broad and burning hot, pressed against her back like a red-hot iron plate, transmitting its heat through her clothes, making her heart tremble.

And his breathing, rapid, hot breathing, hitting her neck and raising goosebumps.

Zhao Hongying suddenly came to her senses, and her spiritual power erupted, violently shaking Wang Mengde away.

Startled by her, Wang Mengde was thrown off his Flying Sword and plummeted straight down.

His face turned pale in that instant, his eyes closed tightly, and his brows furrowed, as if he were enduring immense pain.

Zhao Hongying's heart tightened, and she quickly used her spiritual power to support the falling Wang Mengde.

Her spiritual power probed into Wang Mengde's body, and only then did she sense his abnormality. The spiritual power within his body was extremely chaotic, like a pot of boiling water, rushing around in all directions without any order.

Her expression changed slightly.

Her sudden jolt had used considerable force. Wang Mengde was circulating his Cultivation Method to suppress the heat within his body when he was abruptly interrupted, causing his spiritual energy to circulate erratically.

For Qi Refining cultivators, disordered spiritual energy is no small matter; at best, it can damage their meridians, and at worst, it can Qi Deviation.

Fortunately, his physical condition far surpassed that of ordinary people, and his meridians were incredibly resilient. Although the chaotic spiritual energy surged wildly, it did not cause any substantial damage.

Wang Mengde opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

In that instant, the spiritual energy within his body surged wildly through his meridians like a runaway horse.

Fortunately, his physique at the fourth level of body refinement was strong enough, and his meridians had been tempered by the Thunder Tempering Body Formula to be exceptionally resilient, which is why he was not injured.

If it were an ordinary Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator, they would have vomited at least three liters of blood.

Looking at his pale face, Zhao Hongying's coldness faded slightly, replaced by a hint of apology. "In the heat of the moment, the spiritual energy surged too violently. Are you alright?"

Wang Mengde shook his head. "It's nothing."

Zhao Hongying breathed a sigh of relief.

He tossed him the Thousand-Mile Wind-Riding Talisman: "Fly using the talisman yourself."

11

Wang Mengde paused slightly, then tossed the Talisman back. "I have Wind-Riding Talisman."

Zhao Hongying paused for a moment. "You have Wind-Riding Talisman, why did you ask me to bring it to you?"

"The key issue is the danger on the road," Wang Mengde said confidently. "With you by my side, my safety is guaranteed."

Zhao Hongying was both annoyed and amused by his words.

"Then you can use your own talisman, and we'll fly together." She paused, as if remembering something, and added, "You fly ahead."

She had had enough of that bastard Wang Mengde's burning gaze.

Wang Mengde nodded repeatedly, took out his Thousand-Mile Wind-Riding Talisman from his Storage Bag, and activated it by injecting spiritual power.

The Talisman unfolded beneath his feet, transforming into a massive Talisman roughly one meter square, which steadily supported him.

He leaped up, stepped onto the Talisman, and flew towards Azure Cliff Island.

Zhao Hongying followed closely behind on her sword.

The two flew straight towards Azure Cliff Island, one in front of the other and keeping a distance of about several feet.

Zhao Hongying looked at Wang Mengde flying ahead, her brows furrowing slightly.

She grew up with her master and his wife.

My master and mistress are both female cultivators, and they both extremely dislike male cultivators, finding them vulgar, crude, and filthy.

Having been influenced by her surroundings, she developed a dislike for male cultivators and disliked seeing them.

He even followed his master's example and took a female cultivator as his dao companion.

But today, she was actually hugged by Wang Mengde.

She was hugged by a man.

Most importantly, that feeling of being completely embraced is... kind of nice, isn't it?

Zhao Hongying was startled by this thought and shook her head repeatedly, trying to shake off the jumbled ideas in her mind.

She raised her head and looked at the black figure in front of her, a hint of coldness appearing in her eyes.

That despicable, stinking man.

It actually disturbed her Daoist mind.

If it weren't for the vow, she would have cleaved that bastard in two with a single sword stroke.

Snort.

Master and Mistress are right.

Men are indeed no good.

He's a bastard.