The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Outside the door, Song Yuzhi stood upright, like a perfect jade sculpture.

She heard the high-pitched dragon roar, and then, through the crack in the door, the intermittent, blush-inducing sounds that followed.

Qin Baicao, standing behind her, blushed deeply, turned her head away awkwardly, and muttered to herself.

"Yin and Yang in harmony, strengthening the foundation and nourishing the source... Do not listen to what is improper, do not look at what is improper..."

Inside the room, it was already a completely different world.

The raging crimson air currents and the chilling purple mist collided and intertwined wildly in the confined space, forming a massive energy vortex.

At the center of the vortex was the large huanghuali wood bed, which was already overburdened.

Tangtang felt like a lone boat adrift on a raging sea, ready to be torn to pieces at any moment.

A scorching power, hot enough to melt steel, was gushing out of the man's body beneath her, frantically pouring into her limbs and bones.

The extremely yin energy within her body seemed to have found an outlet, transforming into streams of purple energy that uncontrollably surged towards the other party.

The fusion of ice and fire brings excruciating, tearing pain.

"Big brother..."

Tangtang's consciousness ebbed and flowed in waves of pain. Looking at the man before her, whose eyes were bloodshot and who was driven only by primal instincts, the last trace of fear in her heart vanished.

He saved my life.

He pulled me out of the mud.

This life was given to me by him.

Thinking of this, Tang Tang stopped struggling and instead used her last bit of strength to stretch out her arms and wrap them around his burning neck.

She completely sacrificed herself to this mad redemption.

Within Jiang Chen's sea of ​​consciousness, a crimson hue filled the air.

He was trapped in this boundless sea of ​​blood, his body tightly bound by two thick black chains, unable to move.

This is the Immortal-Slaying Curse.

One of the chains was already covered in cracks, while the other was intact, emanating an ominous black aura, tightening continuously, trying to completely strangle his remnant dragon soul.

Just as he was about to be swallowed by darkness.

A cool, pure purple stream descended from the sky and poured into this boiling sea of ​​blood.

"roar!"

The remnant soul of the true dragon let out a triumphant roar.

That pure, extremely Yin energy was nothing short of the most supreme divine medicine in the world for him, who was tormented by both the Immortal Slaying Curse and the Heavenly Fate Poison!

The suppressed "Formless Technique" has begun to operate wildly on its own!

His passive acquisition, guided by the cultivation technique, transformed into active refining!

The extremely yin energy surging from Tang Tang's body, combined with his own pure yang energy, formed a perfect cycle.

The poison of destiny within his body was gradually stripped away and refined under the constant flow of this energy, transforming into the purest energy that flowed into his dantian.

The energy is increasing and becoming more and more abundant.

Jiang Chen's instincts drove this massive energy into a golden-purple torrent, which crashed violently into the second intact black shackle!

"boom!"

A dull, loud bang seemed to explode deep within one's soul.

The entire villa complex in Haitang Garden shook violently!

Outside the door, Qin Baicao stumbled and almost fell to the ground. He grabbed the wall in horror, feeling the terrifying energy fluctuations in the room.

"Miss! This...this is going to demolish the house!"

Song Yuzhi remained standing in the same spot, only her hand, tightly gripping the sandalwood fan with slightly white knuckles, betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

Inside the room, the impact continued.

once.

twice.

Ten times.

One hundred times.

Each impact caused Jiang Chen's body to suffer inhuman pain, and also caused Tang Tang to let out a suppressed cry of pain.

Her body is undergoing a tremendous transformation under the repeated cleansing of this energy.

Impurities under the skin are expelled, and the meridians are widened and reshaped.

The pure dragon energy that was being fed back, refined by the "Formless Technique," was transforming her physical constitution.

On her back, a strange purple phantom totem appeared and disappeared, radiating a captivating light.

Her enchanting body, through this dual cultivation, unexpectedly achieved great success!

I don't know how much time passed.

When that torrent of golden-purple energy converged to its peak.

In Jiang Chen's sea of ​​consciousness, all the energy transformed into a colossal hammer that stood tall and firm, launching a final assault on the black shackles that were already riddled with cracks!

"Click—"

A crisp sound, like shattering glass, echoed deep within Jiang Chen's soul.

The second Immortal-Slaying Curse, which had troubled him for many years, shattered instantly!

It turned into countless black specks of light, which were then completely swallowed and assimilated by the torrent of golden-purple energy!

"boom!"

An aura more than ten times stronger than before erupted from Jiang Chen's body!

At this moment, the true energy within his body completed its transformation from a gaseous state to a liquid state!

The Formless Technique, Second Stage, Perfection!

Strength can leap forward a thousand miles!

……

The next morning.

The first ray of sunlight shone through the window, illuminating the mess in the room.

Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes no longer held the madness and crimson of last night; only a clarity and depth like that of stars remained.

Memories of last night, which had spiraled out of control, flooded back into my mind like a tidal wave.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest.

The girl, like a docile kitten, was curled up in his arms, fast asleep.

Her heavy makeup had long been washed off, revealing a bewitching face that could drive any man in the world mad. However, at this moment, two tear tracks still clung to her face.

Her fair skin was covered with bluish-purple hickeys, proof of his frenzy last night.

Jiang Chen's gaze became incredibly complex.

There was guilt, there was pity, but more than anything, there was an unprecedented tenderness.

He recalled the night before, outside the Ye family manor, how this usually cowardly young woman had resolutely stood in front of him with her frail body.

He reached out and gently traced his fingertips across her smooth cheek.

The girl's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

Tangtang's mind went blank with a "buzz".

Those crazy, shameful scenes from last night are playing uncontrollably in my mind.

Her face turned red from the base of her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.

"what!"

She screamed, pulled the blanket over herself from head to toe, like a frightened ostrich.

"I...I..."

She wanted to say something, but found that she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Looking at her like this, Jiang Chen's eyes softened even more.

He didn't say much, but spoke calmly in an unquestionable tone.

"From now on, you are my woman."

The sound wasn't loud, but it exploded in Tangtang's heart like a thunderclap.

She cautiously peeked her little head out from under the covers, her big, watery eyes filled with uncertainty.

"Are you...are you serious?"

"I, Jiang Chen, never break my word."

Just then.

"Squeak—"

The bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.

Song Yuzhi, dressed in a dark green cheongsam, walked in gracefully. Her gaze swept over the messy room and the two people on the bed. There was no embarrassment on her face, but rather a faint smile.

Qin Baicao followed behind her, his face flushed, coughing incessantly.

"Ahem! Um... miss, perhaps we could... come back later?"

Song Yuzhi ignored him and went straight to the bedside. She looked at Jiang Chen, who had already sat up, and smiled sweetly.

"Now that you're awake, Mr. Jiang, let's talk about the deal."