After the main character who took the blame retired, the female lead quit.

Unlike her disciples, she had no interest in gossip or anything like that.

The girl in yellow walked to a seat, pulled out a chair, and was just about to sit down.

Rub~

Suddenly, an invisible sensation came from the third floor. Her body stiffened, and the cold, clear energy reminded the girl in yellow of the lonely, bright moon hanging high in the night sky.

This is the aura of a flying sword... and moreover...

She looked surprised. Unlike the other disciples present, the reason she was accepted as a disciple by Long Wanyan was largely because she was a sword cultivator by nature and had unique talent, making her stand out in exploration and investigation.

True sword cultivators are rare, numbering only a few hundred in a single continent, let alone in Dragon Head Continent, the smallest of the five continents.

Just now, she sensed the fluctuations of her natal flying sword, right in her master's room.

That guy was actually a sword cultivator. What was he planning to do?

Most importantly, the energy fluctuations emanating from the flying sword felt familiar to her.

"Brother Lei..." she murmured softly, her lips slightly parted.

She had been accepted as a disciple of the Qingyun Floating Sect long before, right after she broke off her engagement with Ye Feng.

She once discovered a rare resource near a vein in the South China Sea, thanks to her unique innate flying sword talent. She thought it was a naturally formed treasure, but it turned out that a demon beast was guarding it, but it was away hunting prey, which allowed her to take advantage of the situation.

When the monster returned, she was caught off guard and trapped in a crevice. The monster coveted the spiritual item in her hand and lingered there until nightfall.

As the moon rose and its pale light shone down, the girl's heart was filled with despair.

She finally caught the eye of the sect leader of Qingyun Fuzong, finally broke free from the shackles imposed on her by her family, and severed ties with them. She hadn't even enjoyed a few days of freedom before she was going to be trapped here to die?

She was unwilling to accept her fate. Just as she closed her eyes in despair and awaited death, a figure leaped out of the South China Sea as if on fire, squeezing into her small hiding place as if hiding from something.

Later, a group of merfolk arrived, drove away the monster, and rescued her by chance.

Afterwards, the merman who had taken refuge there escorted her all the way to safety before leaving.

He claims to be a merman and also a rare swordsman by nature.

Her natal flying sword was a snow-white, translucent sword, like glass, which illuminated her tear-streaked face in the dim night like the bright moon.

Therefore, the girl in yellow remembered the aura of that beautifully shaped flying sword, which was like a work of art.

Brother Lei is here?!

Is that Brother Lei in Master's room?

Instantly, the girl in yellow couldn't sit still. Her beautiful eyes were filled with surprise. Since they parted ways in the South China Sea, she had searched the entire area around the South China Sea but couldn't find any news of him.

I never expected to find it here.

At this time.

A muffled thud came from above the room. She and her disciples looked up and saw that it came from their master's room.

what are they doing?!

The girl's helpless eyes widened, her pupils contracting.

Boom!

Xiao Yu was pinned to the ground, causing another loud bang to echo from the third floor.

Inside the room, Xiao Yu was thinking rapidly. He quickly made a hand seal to summon back the flying sword that had fallen to the distance.

But Long Wanyan didn't give him that chance. Her hot jade hand pressed down directly, her fifteen fingers joined together, disrupting Xiao Yu's hand gestures. Her scorching breath sprayed onto his neck, but Xiao Yu only felt a coolness on his neck.

What's going on? Something's not right!

Is it inevitable that we will be squeezed dry no matter what?

Long Wanyan's plump buttocks were firmly pressed against Xiao Yu's lower abdomen, and her pair of long and powerful legs were tightly clamped around Xiao Yu's side. Under the pressure, his two waists ache slightly.

"Senior... calm down! The essence of Yin is over there! You're looking in the wrong direction!"

Xiao Yu hurriedly shouted loudly.

The shout brought Long Wanyan back to her senses, but after hearing Xiao Yu's words, it had the opposite effect.

“Senior… Ha! You’re not even willing to call me by my name.”

Long Wanyan frowned, her eyes turning completely bloodshot under the influence of her bloodline. She gave a cold, dismissive snort.

"Put the matter of the Yin essence aside for now, Ye Ba, I just want an answer. What exactly are you thinking?!"

Inside the room, those eyes, which should have been silver-white, turned even redder, as if a blood-red evil dragon was opening its blood-red maw, ready to swallow Xiao Yu whole at any moment.

"Senior... this..."

Suddenly, his waist tightened, and Xiao Yu almost cried out, as if his fate had been seized by the throat.

Long Wanyan squeezed her legs together. Under her bloodshot gaze, Xiao Yu fully realized his mistake and quickly changed his words:

"Actually... Wanyan, isn't getting married in a month too early?!"

"Early? I don't think it's early. Or are you, Ye Ba, running away from something? Didn't you already agree to be my Daoist partner?"

amount……

Xiao Yu was speechless. If Long Wanyan knew that he had just subconsciously responded without thinking, she felt that he might be torn to pieces by the strange Long Wanyan in front of him at any moment.

How should I answer? Or should I clearly tell him that I really don't want to marry Long Wanyan?

Long Wanyan's legs were full and strong, and her chubby thighs were pressing on the nerves on both sides of Xiao Yu's lower abdomen, as if she was afraid that Xiao Yu would run away.

The Qiankun Escape Talisman, which I rely on for survival, is unusable. I'm currently on the third floor, so how can I escape underground?

The temperature in the room rose higher and higher, and Long Wanyan's patience was gradually worn down by Xiao Yu's silence. She squeezed Xiao Yu's legs together even tighter.

Just as the two were at an impasse.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door, and a crisp, slightly labored voice came from outside the room:

"Master, what happened? I heard some noises in your room, and I also detected the aura of a flying sword leaving its body. Is someone trying to harm you?"

Long Wanyan: !!!

Before Long Wanyan could figure out how to respond, the voice outside the door sounded again:

"Disciple was worried about Master's safety and may have offended you in the slightest, so I came in!"

As she spoke, the tightly closed door loosened and opened a crack. Through the crack, the hem of her apricot-yellow dress swayed, her fair ankles lifted, and one foot had already stepped into the room.

"and many more!"

The bloodshot in Long Wanyan's eyes quickly faded, and she straightened up to push the door back down.

If her newly accepted disciple saw her pinning down a man whose cultivation level was far lower than hers, she would be in trouble.

What would she think?

It looked as if she was forcing him to do *that*.

However, Long Wanyan was ultimately too late.

Click!

The door was pushed open completely, and the girl in yellow was able to glimpse her master, whose inner garments and headdress were disheveled.

"Master... what are you doing?"

The girl raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at the scene before her with disbelief on her face.

Chapter 74, Emerging from the Dragon's Den only to fall into the Tiger's Lair

Yup!

What am I doing?

What's wrong with me? Why am I even thinking of forcing Ye Ba to give me an answer that satisfies me...?

Is this still me?

A thought-provoking question from her own apprentice instantly plunged Long Wanyan into a state of philosophical contemplation.

Her blood was boiling and burning, but at this moment, Long Wanyan was extremely calm. A white mist rose from her body, and through the mist, one could vaguely see...

She seemed to see a strange phenomenon: a true dragon, thousands of miles long and of unknown size, intended to travel across the river, preparing to divert the fortune of the human race's mountains and rivers into the rivers and seas belonging to the demons and barbarians.

But at the crucial moment, a pure, crescent-shaped sword beam slashed from behind, and the sharp sword energy directly beheaded him.

As the enormous dragon head descended, the surrounding scenery began to alternate between light and darkness. Before she closed her eyes completely, through the perspective of the true dragon, she only caught a glimpse of a dazzling sword light flying in the air, its blade translucent, like the bright moon.

The dragon's unwilling roar before its death transcended the screen and affected Long Wanyan herself.

kill him!

kill him!

A traitor to the demon race, a bastard, and Lingjun's lackey!

A fierce and resentful roar overflowed, striking Long Wanyan's heart. Instantly, demonic sounds filled her mind, seemingly trying to turn Long Wanyan into a puppet.

At the crucial moment, a sharp shout interrupted Long Wanyan's current state.

"Stop! Who are you? Where do you think you're going?!"

The girl in yellow stepped forward quickly, and a dark yellow sword light flew out from her acupoint, aiming at the figure who was climbing through the window, intending to stop him.

Xiao Yu simply leaned back to dodge the attack; the sharp sword light grazed past him, slicing off a piece of his clothing.

Boom!

Without the slightest hesitation, facing the height of the third floor, Xiao Yu reached out and grabbed the windowsill, then jumped without hesitation.

what!