A glimmer flashed through Ling Qingzhu's eyes when she heard Xiang Yun's words. During their chase and exchange of blows just now, she had realized that he was too strong.
If they reached the deepest part at the same time and fought to decide the winner,
she was no match for him.
Her only possible chance of beating him was to make use of the formations left behind by the Nirvana Realm expert.
Those fellows from the Primordial Hall were all muscle for brains and knew nothing about formations.
As for Xiang Yun's attempt to provoke her, she merely chuckled inwardly.
You said it yourself: this continent follows the law of the jungle, where the weak are prey to the strong.
It's your own fault you don't know formations.
The next moment, Ling Qingzhu suddenly veered off in another direction and vanished from Xiang Yun's sight, leaving behind a peal of silvery laughter.
"Xiang Yun, once I get what's at the very end, I'll come back and save you."
"Just be good and stay here. It's your own fault you Primordial Hall barbarians never studied formations."
Xiang Yun watched Ling Qingzhu disappear. After a moment's silence, he smiled and said, "You'll be coming back to beg me soon enough."
Lin Dong was no longer coming in this time.
He had already had Elder Hong Wu guard the entrance to the Ancient Tomb Mansion. Even with Little Marten's help, Lin Dong could never get in.
In other words,
if Ling Qingzhu fell into the trap, he would be the only source of pure yang power available to her.
He then sat down cross-legged where he was and waited for a certain woman who had overestimated herself to come to him.
Xiang Yun had hardly waited at all when he suddenly saw a streak of azure light shoot out and enter the sea of flames again.
The azure light faded, revealing the figure within. It was none other than Ling Qingzhu, though she was not in a good state now.
The veil that concealed her face was gone. Her eyes were moist, her pearly teeth bit lightly into her lower lip, and her breathing was somewhat unsteady.
She gritted her teeth, doing her best to suppress the heat surging through her body.
"Do you... have any pills containing pure yang power?"
In Ling Qingzhu's jade hand was a verdant orb of light, pulsing slowly. Inside it, a mass of Origin Energy throbbed like a heart.
"Well, well, you came back to save me so soon? Fairy Ling, you really do know where your duty lies. But why does it look like something's wrong with you?"
Xiang Yun said with a smile.
"You!!"
Hearing Xiang Yun ask when he already knew the answer, Ling Qingzhu's eyes, brimming with desire, filled with shame and anger. Yet in her current state,
she looked less angry than like a lover flirting.
"There's a Nirvana Heart left behind by that old thing in there. Inside the Nirvana Heart... there's yin and yang Origin Energy..."
Ling Qingzhu was somewhat embarrassed to say it. She had been too impatient. If she had examined it carefully after getting her hands on it,
the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace had plenty of secret methods for refining this kind of Nirvana Heart. But she had been too desperate to break through to the Nirvana Realm and suppress Xiang Yun.
She had lost to him from the Body Tempering Realm all the way to the Creation Realm, defeating him only once in the Form Creation Realm with the help of the Azure Sky Lotus.
But after that, even using the Azure Sky Lotus, she had been unable to suppress Xiang Yun.
He had mastered the Three Heaven-Breaking Forms, a heaven-grade martial art.
Combined with his terrifying physical strength, he could even blast the Azure Sky Lotus away by sheer force.
Unless she wanted to court death by using a secret method to unleash the Azure Sky Lotus's full power again.
But her master had warned her that if she used it that way again, she would never be allowed to fight Xiang Yun.
Ling Qingzhu had abandoned that idea, but she had never given up on suppressing Xiang Yun. Over the years, it had even become an obsession.
Who would have thought that her haste would lead her into a trap?
The Nirvana Heart had gotten the better of her.
"Ling Qingzhu, do you think you still look like that lofty fairy from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace? Tsk, tsk, tsk. And you call yourself a practitioner of the Supreme Induction Art."
"Neither gladdened by things nor saddened by yourself."
"And one little Nirvana Heart has reduced you to this?" Xiang Yun stood up, folded his arms, and looked Ling Qingzhu in the eye.
Leaving aside how absurd it was for someone from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace to come to the Great Yan Dynasty in search of a Nirvana Heart, even after getting her hands on it,
there was no need to be in such a hurry to refine it.
It could only be said that heaven's will had set her up.
And that really was possible. After all, the will of heaven on the Tianxuan Continent was the Plane Embryo.
Perhaps cultivating the Supreme Induction Art for so long really did make one susceptible to being set up by heaven's will.
Ling Qingzhu did not refute Xiang Yun's words, nor could she. It was indeed true.
Besides, her situation was dire. She feared that if this continued, she would let out some indecent cries.
It was all that damned Xiang Yun's fault.
If he had not driven everyone else away, she could have grabbed any martial artist at the perfect Yuan Dan Realm and forcibly extracted the yang Qi from his body.
Then everything would naturally have been fine.
She could have compensated him afterward. It would have cost her just one Nirvana Pill.
But now, he was the only one left.
Besides, Xiang Yun was far stronger than her now. She could count herself lucky if he did not forcibly suppress her.
To think of extracting Xiang Yun's yang Qi was asking a bit too much.
"You... take me out..." Ling Qingzhu said, struggling to restrain the power surging constantly through her body. She could hardly hold on.
Her legs began to rub together involuntarily beneath her long dress, her slender, beautiful thighs pressing lightly against each other.
"What?"
Hearing Ling Qingzhu mumble, Xiang Yun could not help leaning his head closer. Her face was a little too red, wasn't it?
Wait, was this yin and yang Origin Energy really that potent?
Xiang Yun's approach instantly threw Ling Qingzhu's mind into turmoil.
Ling Qingzhu had already been holding back for a long time, and she was accustomed to keeping her heart pure and her desires few. Even when she sparred with Xiang Yun,
they were rarely this close.
As Xiang Yun approached, the masculine scent that met her, together with his Heavenly Tyrant Body and his cultivation of the physical body,
sent waves of yang Qi rolling over her. To Ling Qingzhu, it felt as though countless flames were scorching her.
Though it was as if another sun had appeared before her, that sun could strangely dispel the flames within her.
The sensation in that instant utterly swept away Ling Qingzhu's reason. She leaned forward as well, embraced Xiang Yun, and murmured, "Help... help me..."
"I still prefer the way you called me a barbarian just now."
Feeling the softness that had come into his arms, Xiang Yun sighed inwardly. She had been repressing herself for too long.
Otherwise, wasn't Ling Qingzhu's reaction a bit excessive?
Ordinarily, Ling Qingzhu had a face that could topple kingdoms and cities, with beautiful, aloof eyes. Together with the Supreme Induction Art she cultivated, she seemed as ethereal as an immortal descended to the mortal world.
But now, she was a beautiful snake enticing people to sin.
"Help... help..."
Ling Qingzhu's gaze had grown utterly dazed. The surging yang Qi made her unable even to maintain the Supreme Induction Art, as though a thin veil of mist had settled over her eyes.
At this moment, Ling Qingzhu's face was both sacred and wanton.
"And if you don't tell me, how am I supposed to know how to help you?"
Xiang Yun said softly into Ling Qingzhu's ear.
His warm breath brushed her ear, making her shiver.
"..."
"You... you owe me a request. I... I want this!!"
Ling Qingzhu murmured.
Xiang Yun stopped teasing Ling Qingzhu, worried that if this went on, the heat would fry her brain.
After all, she had even gotten the complaint "fuck" backward.
She had even voiced her request. The one request Ling Qingzhu had won by suppressing him, and she was actually using it here?
His fingers tightened slightly where they rested on Ling Qingzhu, pulling her long dress open and letting it fall.
He followed its path upward.
Xiang Yun's right hand felt the springy softness of the heavenly fairy's skin.
Ling Qingzhu's gaze grew ever more dazed, and she sank to the ground.
Her three thousand dark tresses spilled out like ink, spreading across the ground. Even the flames sweeping around them seemed to have become a backdrop.
The Tyrant Body stirred the clear pool; the cloud entered the immortal bamboo.