Return to the Pleasure Sect

"Who cares who he is! Just kill him!" The Mysterious Nether Sect Master was already impatient and directly struck out with a palm!

"Mysterious Nether Frost Palm!"

The terrifying chill instantly froze the Xukong within a hundred miles!

"Watch out!" Shui Yan'er exclaimed in alarm!

However, faced with this terrifying attack that could instantly kill any Nascent Soul, Dongfang Yueming simply... gently blew a breath.

"Call--"

The biting cold air seemed to melt away instantly, like snow meeting the blazing sun!

"What?!"

The Mysterious Nether Sect Master was utterly shocked!

Before he could react, Dongfang Yueming had already appeared in front of him!

There were no fancy supernatural Divine Ability, nor was any fusion power used.

It was just a simple punch!

[Martial Dao Primordial Spirit - Suppression!]

"Boom--!"

The Mysterious Nether Sect Master felt an irresistible and terrifying Mighty Strength strike him, and he was sent flying like a cannonball, spitting out blood, with half of his body shattered!

"How is that possible?!"

Venerable Huolie, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded!

One punch... severely Soul Formation?!

What... what kind of monster is this?!

"Why don't you go and keep him company?"

Dongfang Yueming turned her head and gave him a cold look.

"No--!"

The Venerable Huolie was terrified and turned to flee!

But it was all too late.

"Puff!"

An invisible surge of energy pierced through his brow in an instant!

Two Nascent Soul Formation perished in an instant!

The entire hall was deathly silent!

Shui Qingrou and Shui Yan'er stared blankly at the scene, their minds completely blank.

[Is this... it's over?]

That's... Soul Formation!

[What level of cultivation does he... what exactly is he at?!]

"Soul Formation... at its Perfection."

Dongfang Yueming seemed to see through their thoughts and said calmly.

"What?!"

The two women were shocked again!

[Soul Formation Perfection?!]

[How long has it been? He's already... standing at the pinnacle of this world?!]

Shui Qingrou gazed at that towering figure, as majestic as a god or demon, the love and admiration in her heart could no longer be suppressed, surging forth like a river bursting its banks!

[A man like this... is worthy of me Shui Qingrou!]

Dongfang Yueming casually took the two people's storage rings, only to find that apart from a few magical treasures, there were hardly any spirit stones inside.

"Poor wretch."

He shook his head in disdain and casually tossed the two magical treasures to Shui Qingrou.

"These two things are yours."

"Ah? This..." Shui Qingrou was flattered and surprised, "This is too precious..."

"Take it," Dongfang Yueming waved his hand, "I don't need it anyway."

He glanced in the direction of the Pleasure Sect, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"I have something to do, so I'll be leaving now."

"Sect Master Shui, remember your promise: if you ever obtain Void Refinement Technique, remember to leave it for me."

After saying that, he vanished from the spot in a flash.

Only the two women remained, gazing longingly in the direction he had left.

a long time.

Shui Yan'er suddenly turned her head and looked at her mother, her eyes flashing with a strange light.

"Mother..."

"We must... catch up with him!"

"And..." she gritted her teeth, her face flushed, "I also want to... practice dual cultivation!"

Shui Qingrou's heart stirred as she looked at her daughter's earnest expression.

[yes...]

[How can I be worthy of him if I don't work hard?]

[and...]

She touched her burning cheeks.

[I... really want to... too...]

Pleasure Sect.

Inside that extremely luxurious palace, however, the atmosphere was one of grim solemnity.

"Waste!"

The Upper Realm Elder, Meiji, looked at the former sect leader kneeling below with a gloomy expression, and kicked him to the ground!

"I asked you to bring someone back, and you messed it up?!"

"Do you know that kid is crucial to whether I can break through to the Void Refinement stage!"

The former sect leader clutched his chest, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth, yet dared not utter a sound of complaint. He could only explain in a trembling voice, "Elder, please calm your anger! This disciple has already informed Dongfang Ri, and he should be here soon..."

"Enough!" Meiji interrupted her impatiently. "Excuses! All excuses! Let me tell you, if you delay my important business, I'll hold you accountable!"

Just then, a female disciple rushed in, her face filled with barely concealed panic.

"Reporting to the Elder! A young man has arrived outside... he claims to be Dongfang Ri!"

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Meiji was first taken aback, then her eyes blazed with wild joy!

"Hahaha! It's like finding a needle in a haystack, only to have it come to you effortlessly!"

She straightened her clothes, and her face once again revealed that captivating smile, her voice becoming languid and magnetic.

"Go, bring him in."

Outside the mountain gate.

Dongfang Yueming frowned slightly as he looked at the sect before him, which was filled with a pink atmosphere.

[Is Su Wurao... here?]

Just then, a beautiful female disciple dressed in light gauze respectfully came forward to greet them.

"Dongfang Master Dongfang, please follow me."

"My... master has been waiting for a long time."

"Your master?" Dongfang Yueming asked, somewhat puzzled. "Is it Su Wurao?"

The female disciple's eyes flickered, and she said vaguely, "You'll know when you get there, young master."

Although Dongfang Yueming had doubts, he was skilled and bold, so he didn't think too much about it and followed.

After passing through layers of palaces, the two arrived at an extremely luxurious bedroom.

"Young master, please come in."

The female disciple led him to the door, then bowed and withdrew.

Dongfang Yueming pushed open the door and entered.

A rich, exotic fragrance wafted towards us.

In the center of the palace, on a huge soft couch, Meiji reclined, draped only in a thin, red veil, revealing glimpses of her fair skin, exuding a deadly allure.

"Young master... you've finally arrived~"

Her voice was soft and sweet, and her eyes were captivating, as if they could suck one's soul into them.

However, Dongfang Yueming merely glanced at her indifferently, his brows furrowing even more deeply.

"Who are you?"

Where is Su Wurao?

Meiji's smile froze slightly.

This man... he's completely unmoved by me?

She felt a surge of anger, but even more so, a desire to conquer.

"Hehe, that girl Wurao is currently in seclusion." She giggled as she rose, barefoot, and walked step by step toward Dongfang Yueming. "Since you're here, young master, why don't... this humble servant first serve you properly?"

As she spoke, she stretched out her slender fingers to untie Dongfang Yueming's sash.

"Roll!"

A cold glint One Flash in Dongfang Yueming's eyes, and an invisible force erupted, directly forcing Meiji back several steps!

"I'll ask you one more time, where is Su Wurao?!"

Meiji steadied herself, the smile on her face vanishing completely, replaced by endless coldness and... killing intent!

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!"