If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

The canyon was in complete disarray.

The madness and chaos of last night have subsided, and the faint light of dawn shines through the narrow sky, dappling the cold rock walls.

Mo Chengyue slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear, without a trace of confusion.

Feeling an unprecedented sense of fullness in his dantian, he let out a comfortable sigh.

Cool!

This move was incredibly profitable!

The Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Classic truly understands human nature.

This isn't some kind of dual cultivation technique at all; it's clearly a walking, human-shaped cultivation vacuum cleaner!

It's the kind with automatic purification and high-efficiency conversion functions.

Mo Chengyue introspected himself.

His cultivation level, which was originally just at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, has now been firmly established at the peak of the early stage.

One foot was already dangling in the air, reaching towards the threshold of the mid-stage.

The true essence in the meridians is no longer the thin stream it used to be.

Instead, they converged into a surging river, profound, solid, and magnificent.

This foundation is so solid, it could practically be used as a city wall.

This was a good deal.

This is a case of getting something for nothing, achieving financial freedom immediately.

He turned his head and looked at Su Qingying, who was still sleeping beside him.

This icy beauty is sleeping peacefully at this moment.

Her long eyelashes were still adorned with glistening teardrops, on her exquisitely beautiful face.

The sickly flush from last night has faded, replaced by a radiant glow, like the afterglow of rain.

Her breathing was steady and long, and the spiritual energy around her was incredibly strong.

He had firmly established himself at the peak of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, with a hint of potential to advance to the late stage.

Mo Chengyue smacked his lips.

"Don't mention it, it's all I should do."

"Consider it a technical service fee."

He muttered to himself.

However, now is not the time to take stock of our gains.

He keenly noticed that Su Qingying's eyelashes began to tremble slightly.

Oh no, the NPCs are about to respawn!

I need to delete this account and run away right away!

Mo Chengyue sprang to his feet with the speed of a cat.

"knock off!"

There was no trace of laziness in his eyes anymore; instead, there was a surgeon's calmness and professionalism.

He quickly formed hand seals while chanting incantations.

hum!

On the canyon walls, the array patterns he had carved have faded.

As if erased by an invisible eraser, it vanished without a trace in an instant.

Several array flags that he had stuck in the cracks in the rocks turned into the finest ashes with a "poof," which were then blown clean by a gentle breeze he casually summoned.

After doing all that, he began to clean the entire "crime scene" like a janitor with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Signs of a fight?

He stomped his foot, and the ground trembled slightly, smoothing out all the potholes and scratches.

Fragments of clothing?

He glanced at them, flicked his finger, and a small cluster of flames flew out, burning the fabric to ashes.

As for those crucial, indescribable traces...

Mo Chengyue even used water-based magic to thoroughly rinse the area several times, ensuring that not a single DNA molecule was left behind.

specialized!

This is the self-cultivation of a sixth-ranking official.

A goose leaves its feathers as it flies by, but a person leaves no trace when they leave.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the entire First Line Sky Canyon was gone.

Apart from the sleeping beauty on the ground and her tattered dress, there was no trace of the fierce battle and romance of the previous night.

It was as if nothing had ever happened here.

Mo Chengyue nodded in satisfaction.

He walked to Su Qingying's side and took one last look at her.

Sleeping Beauty.

He felt no regret whatsoever, nor any remorse whatsoever.

He removed the unremarkable bronze mask, and his aura instantly became extremely restrained.

With a swift movement, like ink dripping into water, it silently merged into the shadows of the rock wall and vanished completely.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

Su Qingying's eyelashes trembled violently a few times before she finally slowly opened her eyes.

What comes into view is a sliver of sky squeezed shut by the rock face.

My head doesn't hurt, and my body doesn't hurt either.

She supported herself on the ground and slowly sat up.

What happened?

Wasn't she being chased by Du Jingxing and his gang of bastards, and eventually stumbled into this canyon?

She remembered that she had been poisoned and had forcibly activated a secret technique, so she should have been completely exhausted by now.

But now...

Su Qingying felt her body with a sense of confusion.

She felt no weakness at all; on the contrary, she felt full of power!

The true energy within his dantian surged like a rising tide, powerful as never before.

The meridians that were previously damaged by activating the secret technique are now completely restored, and even more resilient than before.

His cultivation level... actually broke through?

He still managed to reach the peak of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage in one go!

How is that possible!

A huge sense of doubt and unreality enveloped her mind.

Just then, she looked down and saw what she looked like.

boom!

Her mind went blank for a moment, as if a buzz had gone off.

Her beloved, snow-white Biyun Peak disciple's robe could no longer be called clothing at this moment.

It was covered in holes and cracks, filthy and barely hanging on my body.

Especially on her chest, a huge gash was torn open, revealing a small patch of snow-white skin.

"what!"

She let out a short gasp, quickly clutching her chest, her pretty face instantly draining of color and turning deathly pale.

What happened?

What on earth happened?!

A terrible thought uncontrollably emerged from the deepest part of my heart.

Do not!

impossible!

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, like a leaf falling in the wind.

She trembled as she raised her left hand and, with shaky steps, rolled up the torn sleeve.

Her wrist was smooth and clean.

That delicate, jade-like skin was completely bare.

The mark that had been imprinted on her since birth, symbolizing a woman's chastity and purity, was gone.

It vanished completely.

At this moment, Su Qingying's pupils shrank to the most dangerous pinpoints.

Time seemed to stand still.

She just stared blankly at her smooth arms, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away.

How could this be...?

She frantically rubbed and wiped her left arm with her right hand, as if trying to rub the red dot out.

However, there was nothing there.

"No……"

A broken sob escaped from her throat.

Chaotic fragments of memory, like a flood bursting its banks, rushed wildly into her mind.

Du Jingxing's ferocious smile.

A thick, gray, poisonous fog filled the sky.

The final, earth-shattering explosion.

And that cloyingly sweet fragrance that made her lose her mind completely...

then……

and then?

At this point, memory becomes a thick fog that cannot be seen clearly.

In the thick fog, she could only recall some scattered, shameful, and indignant fragments.

A heavy body.

A strange face wearing a bronze mask.

A pair of strong, large hands roamed freely over her body, igniting a flame she had never experienced before.

There was also a broad and solid back...

Each of those images was like a red-hot branding iron, branding her deeply into her soul.

Shame, anger, humiliation, and a hint of... a strange flutter that even she herself dared not admit.

"ah--!"

She could no longer control herself and let out a scream that was suppressed to the extreme.

She hugged herself tightly, her nails digging deep into the flesh of her arms, trying to use the pain to dispel the filthy images in her mind.

A single, scalding tear finally slid down from her reddened eyes, tracing a path down her dusty cheek and splashing onto the ground in a tiny spray.

Who is that man?

Who is that masked bastard who took everything from her?!

That mysterious figure, like the most vicious curse, was etched into her heart.