Where is the righteous fairy we were promised?

The last rays of the setting sun seemed to be drawn in.

A bright yet soft light enveloped the two women.

Upon seeing this, Yang Wanyin blinked her beautiful eyes repeatedly and immediately snuggled up to Chu Xinyue with a grin.

Her pointed chin rested on Chu Xinyue's shoulder, and she said affectionately:

"Sister Xinyue is so considerate, I wonder which stinky man will get lucky in the future."

Upon hearing this, Chu Xinyue shook her head and gently tapped Yang Wanyin's forehead.

"I really don't know what you're thinking about all day long."

After saying that, Chu Xinyue put away the book in her hand and looked up at the clouds and mist on the mountain peak.

It's as if they're admiring the magnificent sunset clouds.

However, the occasional glint of coldness in her beautiful eyes suggested that she was not admiring the scenery.

Instead, it seemed as if he was pondering something unknown to others.

Yang Wanyin didn't think much of it, but simply turned her head to look at Chu Xinyue's stunningly beautiful profile.

Under the soft light, Chu Xinyue's graceful temperament was even more apparent.

Like an orchid in a secluded valley, fragrant and pure.

In Yang Wanyin's eyes, Chu Xinyue had always been a gentle and graceful older sister.

Like a spring breeze, it always gives her a warm and comfortable feeling.

Those beautiful, bright eyes were as calm as autumn water and as gentle as spring sunshine.

Like the morning glow, it is so captivating that one cannot help but be drawn into it.

Her skin was fair and delicate, as if it could be broken with a touch.

Yang Wanyin pressed herself against her, and could smell a faint, pleasant fragrance in her nose.

Her cherry lips were rosy and full, like blooming cherry blossoms, delicate and alluring.

What Yang Wanyin envied most was Chu Xinyue's slender and charming figure.

Graceful and shapely, with exquisite curves and a well-proportioned figure.

Although not as tall as Yang Wanyin, she was like a beautiful painting.

It is so captivating that one cannot help but be enchanted at first glance.

"No wonder Sister Xinyue has so many suitors at Tianxin Pavilion."

As Yang Wanyin admired Chu Xinyue's stunning beauty up close, she couldn't help but think:

"If I were a man, I would definitely be attracted to Sister Xinyue too."

Thinking of this, Yang Wanyin inexplicably thought of Jiangning.

It wasn't because of anything else, but because of those two sentences Jiang Ning once said.

"I've heard that you're always inseparable from Fairy Chu Xinyue of Tianxin Pavilion."

To put it simply, I'm lusting after your body.

Suddenly, Yang Wanyin thought of a possibility.

Could it be that the man's target was the two of them from the very beginning?

However, due to a series of unforeseen circumstances, Chu Xinyue separated from her, thus avoiding being humiliated by Jiang Ning.

If her sister Xinyue had been there back then...

Thinking of this, Yang Wanyin couldn't help but catch her breath, her beautiful eyes widening slightly.

The next moment, she clenched her delicate fists tightly, and thought bitterly to herself:

"Jiang Ning, don't even think about touching my Sister Xinyue!"

Standing in front of Yang Wanyin, Chu Xinyue keenly noticed her unusual behavior and asked a question without making a sound.

"Wanyin, what's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing."

"Ah."

Chu Xinyue didn't press the matter further, as if it were just a casual question.

But her beautiful eyes had already turned cold.

Chu Xinyue could sense that Yang Wanyin's emotions were very unstable.

And almost all of them were negative emotions.

At this moment, Chu Xinyue tightened her grip on the book slightly, and vowed in her heart:

"Wan Yin, please bear with it for now."

"No matter who bullied you, before you leave the Emerald Realm..."

"I will make him pay the price!"

The next moment, the two sisters almost simultaneously made a declaration in their hearts to protect each other.

"Wanyin, I will protect you!"

"Sister Xinyue, I will protect you!"

114-Yellow Waste

More than twenty days later.

The Ancient Red Dust Palace, exuding an ancient aura, stands in the center of a desolate mountain.

The origin of this ancient temple is now unknown.

However, most of the surviving Foundation Establishment artifacts—the Nine Yang Lingzhi—are found only in this place.

The ancient hall is magnificent and simple, and from a distance it looks like a dilapidated sect hall, implying the helplessness of time.

The mangled remains of a massive, monstrous beast lay on the ground outside the main hall.

The demonic beast that guarded the ancient mortal palace had already been killed by the combined efforts of the geniuses of the immortal sects.

Anything of value was completely dismantled.

All that remained was a useless skeleton and flesh, as if to prove that a loyal monster had once guarded the ancient temple here.

Besides the corpse of this enormous monster, there were also many human corpses.

Blood was everywhere, and there were severed limbs everywhere.

There were even instances of fellow disciples killing each other, their corpses intertwined, dying with their eyes wide open in disbelief.

Roughly estimated, there are at least thirty or forty outstanding talents from the immortal sects who died outside the Ancient Palace of Mortal World just in the struggle for opportunities.

A large number of talented individuals from various immortal sects have gathered here, fiercely vying for the Nine Yang Spirit Mushroom within the hall.

Inside the main hall, shouts of battle rang out continuously, spells surged, and chaos reigned.

On a secluded high ground.

Lin Wanqing stood on a boulder, holding Jiang Ning's hand tightly, gazing at the tragic state of the Red Dust Ancient Palace in the distance.

Upon witnessing such a bloody and cruel scene, Lin Wanqing couldn't help but furrow her brows slightly.

The Ancient Palace of Mortal Dust seems to contain a fragmented array that isolates divine consciousness.

Her divine sense could not penetrate into the hall.

The only way to tell how many talented individuals from the immortal sects are still inside is by the sounds of fighting emanating from the ancient hall.

“Jiangning, there are at least twenty-seven Foundation Establishment stage auras in this ancient hall.”

Lin Wanqing gently raised her jade-like hand, recalling the detection talismans hovering outside the Red Dust Ancient Hall, and said to Jiang Ning behind her:

"Apart from those twenty-seven Foundation Establishment stage geniuses from various immortal sects."

There are also more than forty Qi Refining Perfection cultivators engaged in fierce combat.

Besides these, there were three Foundation Establishment prodigies feigning death outside the ancient hall.

Lin Wanqing's gaze locked onto the Red Dust Ancient Palace in front of her, and her tone became solemn.

"Jiang Ning, if you wish to participate in the competition for the opportunities within..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Wanqing suddenly felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist.

The next moment, she felt a warm breath on her lips and couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

"Don't... mmm..."

Lin Wanqing blushed and hurriedly set up an isolation barrier.

Then she forcefully pushed Jiang Ning away as he tried to kiss her, not allowing him to take liberties with her in public, and said in embarrassment and anger:

"Jiang Ning, are you trying to die?!"

What kind of time is this to be doing something like this?

"Get away from me! Don't come any closer!"

Jiang Ning pretended not to hear Lin Wanqing's accusations.

He admired the beautiful woman's shy and charming demeanor while gently kissing her cheek.

The warm touch came from my face, gradually spreading to a burning sensation.

Although it was just a not-too-inappropriate gesture.

However, Lin Wanqing still couldn't resist this teasing that kept her at arm's length.

"Jiang Ning, let me go right now!"

"Don't let it go."

"Jiang Ning, do you believe I'll hit you?"