Sacred Body

Hearing the young woman's words, Yang Wuzheng felt his heart jolt.

Her words held no emotion at all. They were even rather cold and detached.

Yet, for some reason, they still made his heart tremble.

It was as though the heart of the young woman before him... had died.

"Please accept my condolences, miss."

Yang Wuzheng let out a soft sigh.

He did not know how to comfort her. Throughout his travels, playing the Wuzheng Melody had almost always been enough to dispel the sorrow of ordinary people.

It filled them with enthusiasm for the future.

This was the first time it had failed to work on a young woman.

It was as though she carried countless harrowing memories, steeped in endless sorrow, that made his heart ache for her without knowing why.

Whoosh!

Just then, a brilliant golden streak cut through the air and suddenly landed on the ground.

Thud!

The earth shuddered slightly.

Then a golden figure raised his fist and slammed it viciously toward Yang Wuzheng.

Sensing the sudden attack, Yang Wuzheng reacted at once. As he raised his hand, the earth around him seemed to merge with his body.

Divine light flashed in his hand, and he struck at the golden figure as though hurling an invisible mountain.

Rumble...

An earth-shaking roar erupted.

The ground beneath both men sank, and cracks split the earth.

The two figures, one gold and one white, flew backward in an instant, like magnetic spheres repelling each other.

Yang Wuzheng drifted back like a falling leaf, his entire body seeming to blend into heaven and earth.

The figure blazing with golden light, however, planted both feet on the ground and skidded backward by sheer force.

Two deep furrows remained in the ground.

So powerful!

Nearby, Li Qingyue was utterly shaken. Every movement these two made was like a collision between immense mountains.

Even the shock waves striking her body felt as though they could tear her apart.

Instinctively, Li Qingyue drew her short sword and gripped it tightly, fixing her gaze on the figure wreathed in golden light.

Hum!

The golden light faded, revealing a handsome young man, tall and lean, yet powerful as a dragon or tiger.

His heartbeat thundered like a drum, and his blood surged like ocean waves.

Even from dozens of meters away, the sounds reached her ears clearly. The sheer vigor of his blood rivaled that of an ancient behemoth.

"Looks like you haven't been slacking off!"

A deep voice rang out. The young man's blue robe fluttered in the wind, and his bright eyes looked straight at Yang Wuzheng.

"With a Sacred Body like you around, how could I dare slack off?"

"I have no desire to taste your fists!"

Yang Wuzheng's voice carried an air of tranquility, neither heated nor cold, like a young man who sought no quarrel with the world.

Then he looked at Li Qingyue and said, "There's no need to worry. This is Yan Wushuang, my junior brother from the Nine Saints Gate."

"We agreed to travel and train together on our way to the Primordial Ancient Mine. He means no harm."

At those words, Li Qingyue's brows shifted slightly, and she silently put away the dagger in her hand.

She had never expected Yan Wushuang to possess a Sacred Body.

And Yang Wuzheng, who could fight a Sacred Body without falling behind, was probably no ordinary person either.

As for the Primordial Ancient Mine, she naturally knew of it. It was a Life Forbidden Zone in the Northern Region of the Eastern Wilderness.

It was called the Primordial Ancient Mine because of its countless source stones, and its history stretched back into the distant past.

This place lay in the Northern Region of Central Province, bordering the Eastern Wasteland and the Northern Plains. Geographically, it was indeed not far from the Primordial Ancient Mine.

They're heading to the Primordial Ancient Mine?

That giant beast that passed through the Ten Thousand Mountains a year ago seemed to be heading this way too. Could it have been going to the Primordial Ancient Mine as well?

Remembering the enormous foot that had nearly killed her, Li Qingyue began to form a few suspicions.

But she did not ask.

Right now, all she wanted was to grow stronger as quickly as possible. These matters did not interest her.

"And who is this?"

Yan Wushuang's eyes brightened slightly as he looked at Li Qingyue with a gleaming gaze.

Though she was covered in blood, her graceful figure and lovely face were even more captivating than those of the holy maidens in the Nine Saints Gate.

Her bearing was cool and aloof, like the Guanghan Fairy, yet touched with a hint of frailty.

Her bloodstained clothes clung closely to her chest, outlining the firm swell of her breasts.

The sight was unexpectedly eye-catching.

He was unlike Yang Wuzheng, whose nature was tranquil and detached, content to let things take their course without contending with the world.

When he saw something beautiful, he naturally wanted another look.

Especially when it was a beautiful woman.

It was not that he was lustful. Any man would have looked twice at a woman this lovely.

Feeling his gaze on her, Li Qingyue finally noticed the state of her clothes. Her brows drew together slightly, and she instinctively turned away.

Seeing Li Qingyue's reaction, Yan Wushuang rubbed his forehead awkwardly and looked at Yang Wuzheng.

"I only just met her myself," Yang Wuzheng replied.

Then he took out the moon-white outfit again and said, "My apologies. This junior brother of mine is rather blunt. Please accept these clothes as an apology."

As he spoke, divine light flashed around him, and the moon-white outfit floated gently down before Li Qingyue.

"Thank you, Young Master Yang!"

This time, Li Qingyue did not refuse. She accepted the clothes with both hands, hesitated briefly, then said, "My name is Li Qingyue."

She sensed no ill intent, and naturally would not reject genuine kindness.

Besides, the blood had congealed on her clothes. They truly did need changing.

With that, she turned and headed toward a room in the village that had survived intact.

"Li Qingyue?"

Yan Wushuang murmured her name, then looked at Yang Wuzheng. "Do you like her?"

Yang Wuzheng shook his head with a laugh and offered no reply.

They had merely met by chance, like drifting duckweed on the water, and had known each other for less than half a day.

"You're always like this!" Yang Wuzheng sighed helplessly. "We're fellow disciples. What can't we say openly to each other?"

"Junior Sister Lingwei has such deep feelings for you, yet you never respond!"

Hearing this, Yang Wuzheng frowned slightly before his brows relaxed. He said calmly, "It's best to let things take their course."

"All right, then!"

Yan Wushuang nodded slightly and looked northeast. After a long while, he said, "An ancient tomb from an unimaginably distant age has been unearthed in the Primordial Ancient Mine. Quite a few holy lands and clans have rushed over."

"Even powerful cultivators from the Feathered Divine Dynasty have gone there. We..."

Yan Wushuang had only reached this point when he suddenly froze. Yang Wuzheng, beside him, did the same.

Both pairs of eyes turned toward the village.

A figure emerged from it.

She wore a moon-white robe imbued with dust-avoiding dao patterns, shimmering with a faint glow.

Though it did not fit, it still lent her an otherworldly air.

She possessed an immortal's cool aloofness, as though she were not a creature of this world.

Her flowing hair brushed her luminous, jade-white cheeks, like jet-black sprites caressing white jade, lingering and reluctant to leave.

Her eyes were clear, as though set with black jade gems.

Her expression was cool, touched with a woman's delicate vulnerability. Though her face revealed little emotion, her beauty still left anyone who saw her astonished.

A moon-white sash encircled her waist, slender enough to fit within a single hand.

It brought out the exquisite curves of her figure.

As she walked, her robe swayed gently, faintly outlining two long, straight, slender legs.

Every movement was extraordinarily captivating.

It was as though all the perfection in the world had gathered in her alone.

"So beautiful!"

Yan Wushuang breathed the words without thinking. From the moment he first saw her, he had sensed that she was unlike anyone else.

Now that she had changed her clothes, it was simply impossible to look away.

Beside him, Yang Wuzheng said nothing, but his eyes also remained fixed on Li Qingyue.

He had to admit that, dressed in a cultivator's white robes, she was transformed.

The young woman's beauty surpassed even that of the fairy-like beauties of the holy lands.

She also possessed a serenity beyond her years, like a green lotus standing alone, apart from the world.

An anticipation suddenly arose in both men's hearts. What if the young woman before them wore women's clothing in the same color?

Full breasts and rounded hips, fragrant shoulders and jade-like arms, long legs and delicate feet, shimmering sashes and gauzy silk-what a sight would that be?

But as men, neither of them carried any women's clothing. At that moment, an inexplicable trace of regret arose in their hearts.

Feeling their gazes on her, Li Qingyue lifted her eyes slightly. Her right hand instinctively reached toward the dagger at her waist.

Her red lips parted, and her cool voice slowly rang out.

"Why... are you looking at me like that?"

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