When Chu Xisheng sailed back to Formless Divine Mountain, his entire body was bruised, swollen, and aching.
Although Chu Yunyun had done her best to extract all her martial intent before leaving, a small portion still remained inside him, concealed in the ends of his meridians and blood vessels.
Until he refined and expelled that martial intent, the swelling would not subside.
There were over a hundred kinds of martial intent mixed together-something no ordinary person could withstand.
Still, Chu Yunyun had at least spared Chu Xisheng some dignity and had not swung those delicate fists at his face.
Thus, Chu Xisheng's face remained as handsome and refined as ever.
When no one was around, the pain made him bare his teeth and twist his face, but when Chu Xisheng leaped off the Sun-Bathing Divine Vessel halfway up the mountain, he was still a graceful, gentle young man, handsome beyond the mortal world, as refreshing as a clear breeze and bright moon.
His dashing, extraordinary bearing drew screams from the junior sisters nearby, while many older senior sisters also turned to look, their eyes like autumn waters, brimming with tender affection.
Zong Sanping happened to be nearby as well.
At the sight, he could not help shaking his head slightly and sighing inwardly.
Their Formless Divine Sect really was running out of people.
Among all the male disciples of true inheritance standing and above, hardly any looked normal.
So Chu Xisheng could reign supreme over Formless Divine Mountain with that face of his, without a single rival.
Shen Chihuo, meanwhile, shook his head slightly in incomprehension.
Before reaching Formless Divine Mountain, this fellow had clearly been in so much pain that he shouted, wailed, and howled, practically wanting to roll all over the ground, yet now he acted as though