Fairy, I am truly a virtuous gentleman!

After crossing a small hill ahead, there is a narrow and cramped crevice.

A beautiful woman in a blue silk dress lay on the ground, ignoring the mud on her skirt, staring ahead in terror, her legs kicking backward.

Two broad, muscular figures, resembling middle-aged men, flanked the woman from both sides, emitting sinister laughter.

"Hehe, since you've already fallen into this abyss where there's no sunlight, young lady, you might as well accept your fate!"

"Keep screaming, keep screaming! Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you!"

The woman had a beautiful face and fair skin, but she was terrified. Her face was completely bloodless, with only two glistening tear tracks.

Hiding in the shadows, Ning Yuan couldn't help but nod in approval. Although the lines were a bit cliché, the acting was still passable.

Immediately afterwards, his gaze shifted to the other two figures.

The two men were dressed in coarse linen clothes, their skin taut, resembling plump, normal adult men. However, their faces were covered in lividity, their pupils were yellowish and cloudy, and their mouths were full of fangs. They were nothing short of ghosts!

However, looking into the depths of his eyes, one sees only numbness and foolishness, lacking the liveliness of a woman.

Two sinister creatures clamored and threatened the woman, as if toying with prey that had fallen into a trap.

However, a long time has passed, and they have not moved forward even an inch.

Sensing the woman's hesitation and confusion, Ning Yuan, after some deliberation, decided to cooperate with her and finish the play. He knew it was time for him to step in.

"Hmph! You demons, dare to be so insolent!"

Ning Yuan jumped out, holding the Qingming Sword, and shouted righteously.

The two ghostly creatures turned around and glared.

"Where did this brat come from, rushing to become food, huh?"

In an instant, a malevolent aura arose, and gusts of cold wind blew.

In just a moment, the bodies of these two ghostly creatures grew rapidly in the wind, reaching a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters). A pair of fleshy wings sprouted from their backs, and their enormous shadows loomed over them, making them look extremely terrifying.

"Oh? They're actually two flying corpses."

Zombies, also known as zombies, are divided into several stages.

Walking corpses, jumping corpses, flying corpses.

The flying corpse has reached the third stage of corpse transformation. It is agile, leaps like the wind, is impervious to blades and spears, and has fleshy wings. It is extremely difficult to deal with, and even many Foundation Establishment cultivators are no match for it if they are not fully prepared.

Ning Yuan was quite surprised. The Crimson Abyss was shrouded in darkness and yin energy all day long. Although it was a first-class place for evil spirits and ghosts to cultivate, it was not a truly perfect realm. It was extremely barren, and if one wanted to raise zombies, one still needed to provide them with blood offerings.

So how did these two flying corpses grow to their current state?

Before his thoughts could even process, the two flying corpses pounced on him.

Ning Yuan did not conceal his cultivation aura; he was merely a Qi Refining cultivator. Therefore, the flying corpse, which did not feel any threat, was almost completely unprepared.

Who knew...

A clear, crisp sword cry rang out afterward.

Two rotten, foul-smelling hills suddenly appeared on the spot.

The two flying corpses turned into a pile of flesh oozing pus.

"Invulnerable to swords and spears? Too bad, my sword is no ordinary sword."

Ning Yuan shook his head, and a dazzling cold light emanated from the blade of the Azure Nether Sword.

The Azure Nether Sword is a superior magical artifact, originally a commonly used magic weapon of Golden Core cultivators. Its sharpness is such that it is not something that two mere flying corpses can withstand.

Upon seeing this, a hint of heartache flashed in the eyes of the woman in the red skirt who was huddled at the corner of the cliff, but she quickly put on a look of mixed surprise and delight.

"Thank you, young master! Thank you..."

The woman in the silk skirt placed her delicate hand on the rugged stone wall and gracefully stood up.

Only then did we realize that her skirt had been torn to shreds by the stone spikes, and her clothes were tattered. When she stood up, her long, slender, fair legs were exposed, revealing a hint of white skin, her jade-like shoulders and soft breasts, and her fleshy figure.

However, the woman had only taken two steps and was still speaking when her voice suddenly stopped.

The woman in the silk dress froze, her gaze falling on Ning Yuan's handsome, refined, and exceptionally beautiful face.

She had never seen anyone with such a beautiful appearance.

Suddenly, an unprecedented thrill and greed stirred within her heart.

"Young lady, are you alright?"

Ning Yuan spoke first, looking at the woman in the silk skirt with a relaxed and carefree smile, and walked over.

Looking at the handsome young man before her, the woman was somewhat flustered and seemed a little shy. It took her a while to regain her composure before she said softly, "My name is Hongluan. I greet you, sir. Thank you for saving me."

Ning Yuan casually sheathed his sword, walked to Hong Luan, and, sensing the warm blood energy within her, immediately asked, "Are you human?"

Hongluan looked troubled. "That's right. Does the young master know where this is? I was originally the daughter of a merchant from Heishan City in Hengyun Prefecture of Dali. But during a spring outing the other day, I accidentally entered a cave and woke up here."

As she spoke, tears welled up in Hongluan's eyes, making her look pitiful. She couldn't help but lean forward, placing her hands on Ning Yuan's firm chest and nestling into his embrace.

"These past two days have been filled with fear and trepidation. I finally encountered something that could talk, but it turned out to be two terrifying ghosts. If it weren't for your rescue, young master, I don't know what would have happened to me..."

Ning Yuan suddenly realized, "I see. It seems you must have accidentally entered a void rift, which is why you've ended up here."

This possibility cannot be ruled out, and it is a plausible explanation.

Ning Yuan looked at Hong Luan, whose eyes were red and whose face was streaked with tears, and placed his hands on her fragrant shoulders, comforting her, "Don't worry, I'm here. I'll make sure you're safe. You can leave with me when the time comes."

The moment Ning Yuan's large hand touched her body, Hong Luan lowered her head timidly, her eyes filled with unfathomable emotions.

When she looked up again, her face was full of admiration.

"Young master, you vanquished a demon with a single sword strike; could you perhaps be a legendary immortal?"

Ning Yuan sighed.

"Immortal? Ha, far from it. I am merely a seeker of the Dao, and even my heart for seeking the Dao is not pure."

So Hongluan changed her approach, "Then they are cultivators?"

This time, Ning Yuan nodded in agreement.

A look of envy appeared in Hongluan's eyes.

"I have no talent for cultivating immortality. When I was a child, my father sent me to a Taoist academy to study, but unfortunately I couldn't even feel the qi. After several years, I accomplished nothing. That's why I spend my days seeking immortals and asking questions, hoping to find a senior immortal to guide me into the path."

After speaking, Hongluan paused for a moment, then asked Ning Yuan with a curious and eager expression, "Even such a terrifying-looking ghost was no match for you, young master. You must be a highly skilled cultivator!"

Ning Yuan nodded and sighed, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I've only relied on the magic weapon. I'm only at the peak of Qi Refining and haven't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet."

Hongluan murmured, "Is that so? What a pity that the two flying zombies I refined have died. I went to great lengths to obtain their blood food from the city lord..."

Ning Yuan looked surprised and asked, looking down, "What did you say?"

"I say... young master, do you think I'm pretty?"

Her flowing skirt was completely transformed into a blood-stained garment.

Hongluan raised her head, her eyes turning into black holes, and two streams of bloody tears flowed down her cheeks.

Her once delicate and beautiful face was now extremely terrifying.

A surge of resentment rushed towards him, causing Ning Yuan's body to go numb. The Azure Nether Sword in his hand clattered to the ground and was sent flying far away by Hong Luan's flick of her sleeve.

The latter finally unleashed its terrifying aura of a great demon, looking at Ning Yuan with ill intent, and chuckled, "Young master, you now only have two choices: either be turned into a walking corpse and defiled by me every day, or serve me willingly. If you please me, I might even allow you to retain your intelligence and guide you to cultivate the path of the demon."

Ning Yuan's smile faded, and he said with some regret, "I've only asked a couple of probing questions and I've already exposed myself. What if there's a trap? Hmm, not good enough."

"What?"

Hongluan looked puzzled.

Then she saw Ning Yuan loosen the belt around his waist, open his shirt, and reveal his taut, well-defined muscles.

More tears of blood flowed from Hongluan's eyes, staining her pale skin with an unnatural, excited crimson.

"That's right, a wise person knows when to yield..."

The next moment, a thick, huge black shadow stretched out and was projected onto her small face.

Hongluan's body stiffened, her face blank, as she slowly raised her head.

"what?"