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

"Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

"Go to hell, you fatso!"

With a flick of her wrist, Zhao Ji's longsword transformed into a red venomous snake, aimed straight for Mo Chengyue's throat.

This sword strike showed no mercy.

Su Qingying closed her eyes in despair.

Although this fat guy is disgusting, he did it in order to interfere in her affairs...

however.

The expected scene of blood splattering did not occur.

"Ouch! That's scary!"

Mo Chengyue let out a strange cry.

His originally bulky and clumsy body suddenly became boneless, shifting three inches to the left at an extremely bizarre and twisted angle.

"The Heavenly Dragon's Stride"!

Although he deliberately made it look like a clumsy duck, the effect was undeniable.

Zhao Ji's sword missed its mark, grazing the tip of his nose.

"you……"

Zhao Ji's pupils contracted.

Before she could react, a large hand covered in foul-smelling mud had already broken through her protective spiritual energy.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The hand did not try to seize the sword, nor did it attack any vital points.

He precisely grasped Zhao Ji's long, fair swan neck.

"Well--!"

A gurgling sound escaped Zhao Ji's throat, as if her fate had been seized.

She was horrified to discover this.

All his spiritual power had encountered its natural enemy in the hands of this fat man, instantly freezing and becoming completely unusable!

How is this possible?!

The warm current emanating from the fat man's body...

overbearing!

Fiery hot!

It carried a terrifying pressure that seemed to devour her entirely!

"She's alright looking."

Mo Chengyue's mud-covered face moved close to Zhao Ji, so close that she could smell the nauseating muddy odor.

"His mouth is so foul, and his personality is terrible."

"It's not to my taste."

Mo Chengyue curled his lip, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Since it's not to my taste..."

"Then get lost!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Mo Chengyue suddenly exerted force with his arm, swinging the long sword he had just drawn.

The Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Classic Reverses!

Rain Flower Sword Technique: Rain of Flying Flowers!

boom!

A burst of violent energy exploded out.

Zhao Ji felt as if she had been hit by an ancient ferocious beast, and her whole body was thrown into the air uncontrollably.

"Thump!"

It plunged headfirst into the nearby swamp, with perfect precision.

The splashed mud and water reached a height of three meters.

The other female cultivators were all terrified.

One move?

Senior Sister Zhao is in the late Foundation Establishment stage!

How could he be defeated in one move by this disgusting "fat guy"?

"Should we continue?"

Mo Chengyue patted the mud off his hands and glanced at his trembling followers with amusement.

"Ah—! A ghost!"

The group screamed and scrambled away, not even bothering to look after Zhao Ji, who was still bubbling in the mud.

Mo Chengyue did not pursue them.

He slowly walked to the edge of the mud pit and used his toes to pick up the storage bag that had fallen from Zhao Ji's waist.

"Thanks for the compensation for emotional distress."

Keep your spoils safe.

Mo Chengyue then turned around and looked at Su Qingying, who was still lying on the ground.

At this moment, Su Qingying's clothes were disheveled, and the spot on her arm where the virginity mark had disappeared was still red and swollen, making her look extremely pitiful.

But her eyes were filled with wariness and... a hint of doubt.

Mo Chengyue's heart skipped a beat.

not good.

I just used a bit of my primal power; this woman's intuition is too sharp!

We must turn the page immediately!

Mo Chengyue deliberately revealed an extremely greasy smile, rubbed his hands together, and approached Su Qingying step by step.

"Hehehe, little lady."

"Those who were in the way are gone."

"Now...shouldn't we have a deeper discussion?"

Su Qingying gritted her teeth, desperately trying to muster the last bit of her pitiful spiritual power to self-destruct.

"Don't come any closer... even if I die..."

"Alright, alright, stop dying like that."

Mo Chengyue suddenly dropped his lewd demeanor. Although his voice was still unpleasant, his tone became impatient.

He grabbed Su Qingying by the knees and back.

In this forest without any background music, an extremely hardcore "princess carry" took place.

"Ah!" Su Qingying exclaimed.

"Shut up! Shout again and I'll throw you in the mud!"

Mo Chengyue threatened viciously.

at the same time.

In order to suppress the chaotic energy surging within Su Qingying's body, and also to prevent her from self-destructing.

Mo Chengyue had no choice but to circulate the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture once more, slowly channeling a gentle and pure yang energy into her body through the skin he touched.

boom!

The moment the two auras came into contact.

Su Qingying froze completely.

This aura...

This aura, both domineering and warm, both shameful and strangely reassuring...

So familiar!

It was so familiar that she would wake up from nightmares every night!

The person who took away her innocence!

That bastard she hated to the core and swore to tear him to pieces!

It's...him?!

Su Qingying suddenly looked up and stared intently at the mud-covered face in front of her.

Although the facial features are not clearly visible.

Although the body type didn't match up at all, my impression at the time was that he was a tall and slender man.

Although the voice was terribly unpleasant.

But this tremor deep in my soul... there's absolutely no mistake!

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen such a handsome fat guy before?"

Mo Chengyue felt uneasy under her gaze and could only resort to such lame words to cover up his guilty conscience.

His flying sword flashed beneath his feet, carrying Su Qingying as he soared into the sky.

along the way.

Su Qingying did not speak or struggle.

She simply huddled in Mo Chengyue's muddy-smelling arms, her eyes filled with a complex and unreadable expression.

Fifteen minutes later.

In front of a relatively safe cave.

Mo Chengyue placed Su Qingying on a clean, large rock as if throwing away a hot potato.

"Give."

He casually tossed over a bottle of top-grade Rejuvenation Pills and a spare set of men's robes.

"Get well soon, don't die here and bring bad luck."

Done.

Mo Chengyue didn't even wait for Su Qingying to thank him, and didn't even dare to look at her.

He turned around and ran away.

Staying in this place for even a second longer increases the risk of being exposed ten thousandfold!

"etc."

Behind her came Su Qingying's weak yet unusually cold voice.

Mo Chengyue paused, not daring to turn around.

"What? You want to repay me with your body? I don't lack women."

"Who are you?"

Su Qingying stared intently at the bulky figure from behind.

"Does it matter who I am?"

Mo Chengyue snorted coldly, striking a pose of a superior being.

"I will not change my name or surname."

"He is none other than the Little White Dragon of the Waves!"

Done.

He directly summoned an expensive Thousand-Mile Travel Talisman.

Whoosh!

He transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the sky in an instant.

Su Qingying was left completely bewildered.

"The Little White Dragon in the Waves?"

Su Qingying muttered to herself.

She lowered her head, looking at the bottle of pills in her hand that still held her body heat, and then at the obviously ill-fitting men's robe she was wearing.

That repulsive sense of familiarity and the image of the comical fat man in front of me were fighting fiercely in my mind.

Is it really him?

The devil who stole my innocence was actually... such a lewd fat man?

Su Qingying felt a sudden dizziness.

This kind of truth is even more devastating than not knowing the truth at all!

"No matter who you are..."

Su Qingying gripped the medicine bottle tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white, and an unprecedented determination flashed in her eyes.

"Even if we turn this Apocalypse Realm upside down..."

"I'll find you too!"

"I'll skin you alive!!"

A sneeze!

A hundred miles away.

Mo Chengyue, who was frantically washing his face, suddenly sneezed violently.

"Damn it, someone must be cursing me."

"From now on, I'll use an alias more often when doing good deeds and saving lives. How clever of me!"

Mo Chengyue looked at the handsome but unremarkable face reflected in the water and revealed a smug smile.

"Trying to catch me?"

"Am I the man you can never have?!"