Dual cultivation makes you stronger, everyone else is a prodigy, and I'm the only one slacking

On the other side, the void rippled, and Chi Yang, who was frantically fleeing for his life, suddenly stopped.

He stared blankly ahead, when a man wearing only a pair of shorts, exuding a menacing aura, appeared before him.

Without any warning!

Chi Yang's eyes widened. "What is your cultivation level? This is impossible! How could the Dongbao Upper Sect have someone like you?"

"Are you from the Dongbao Upper Sect? Zhe Xuefeng?"

In the Eastern Treasure Sect, there is a forbidden area called Zhexue Peak. An unspeakable and terrifying being lives on that mountain. For some reason, Chi Yang suddenly thought of this.

He tried to use the bond of kinship to awaken any remaining kindness in the person before him.

"Senior, we are both from the Dongbao Upper Sect, we must not kill each other. I am an elder of the Dongbao Upper Sect..."

Cui Xiu, looking nonchalant, casually picked at his ear. "What is the Dongbao Upper Sect? They think they can use it to intimidate me? You wretched little fish, you've messed with me today, you'll die a horrible death."

"Senior, spare my life..."

Before Chi Yang could finish pleading for mercy, Cui Xiu pressed his pale hand down in mid-air.

"Asura's Second Form, utterly evil!"

In an instant, iron chains formed from countless evil thoughts pierced Chi Yang's body from all directions, causing even more pain than the soul-searching technique he had previously used on Yu Luoning.

Cui Xiu magnified this pain a thousandfold.

Ah!

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the sky.

The nascent soul within Chi Yang's body melted away inch by inch under the devouring influence of evil thoughts, and its skin withered and shriveled.

Countless vengeful spirits and evil ghosts seemed to grow out of his body, frantically devouring his soul.

After enduring extreme torture for dozens of breaths, Cui Xiu clenched his fist, and the high and mighty Dongbao Grand Elder was completely transformed into a cloud of scarlet blood mist.

Cui Xiu shrugged, feeling slightly bored.

At that moment, the image of that blood-covered, fragile figure, seemingly about to vanish at any moment, suddenly resurfaced in his mind.

For a moment, he didn't want her to die.

Cui Xiu stood in the void for a long time, the night wind blowing his long hair and obscuring his eyes.

He slowly raised his right hand, looked at his palm, and then placed his palm close to his left chest.

There was something there, throbbing wildly and burning hot.

A feeling of inexplicable...

Deep within his consciousness, Cui Xiu, with a hint of panic that even he himself did not perceive, growled fiercely.

"Hey, you damn idiot, my inner demons are acting up. What's going on?"

The void was silent for a moment, and the next moment, tens of thousands of miles away, in the Azure Sea Immortal Continent.

Yue Qi, who was meditating with his eyes closed, slowly opened his clear, cold eyes, as deep as a frozen pool.

That face, so divine and handsome, seemingly untouched by human nature, now revealed a rare, blatant hint of mockery.

"Didn't you already know the answer to this question?"

Cui Xiu was furious. "You weren't jumping this fast before. Stop pretending! You and I are two sides of the same coin, our five senses are connected. You must have secretly pulled some strings, otherwise why would my ancient evil thoughts feel any attachment to a nobody?"

During his time at Cleaner Lake, he sharpened his knife day and night, telling himself that the next time they met, he would kill the woman who had wronged him without hesitation.

but…

Cui Xiu gritted her teeth, "Yue Qi, you wanted her to live, didn't you? You wanted to use her to assimilate me, didn't you?"

On the other end of the divine consciousness, Yue Qi let out a soft scoff, "You can continue to deceive yourself... Whether to kill or not is entirely up to you."

Cui Xiu wanted to unleash something more, but Yue Qi had completely severed the connection, leaving behind a deathly silence.

Cui Xiu's chest heaved violently.

Hesitating, wavering.

Finally, gritting his teeth, filled with murderous intent, he tore through the void once more and descended back to that marshland.

At this moment, Yu Luoning was still lying weakly on the muddy ground.

Cui Xiu looked down at her with a gloomy expression.

His voice was terribly hoarse. "I said I would come back to kill you personally after dealing with the rabble. Now... your death is at hand."

Yu Luoning gave a weak, soft "Mmm," and said, "It's...it's good. Dying at your hands is better than dying at the hands of that old man."

Cui Xiu snorted coldly, and a wisp of spiritual light sword energy condensed at his fingertips. He should have finished her off in one move.

But when his gaze fell on Yu Luoning's disheveled appearance, he stopped moving.

The woman was lying in the mud, filthy and covered in blood, her body even reeking of the foul smell of monster blood.

Choi Soo suddenly felt that killing her like this would make his hands dirty.

He looked at it with some disdain and slowly dispersed the spiritual light in his hand.

"Killing you like this would be too dirty for my hands. Hey, you damned woman, hand over my Qiankun Ring!"

Yu Luoning squeezed out a faint divine thought and probed into the spatial jade bracelet. After a while, a simple and ancient-looking Qiankun ring engraved with intricate evil runes flew out and landed precisely in Cui Xiu's hand.

Cui Xiu slowly put it on, and the next moment, the void shifted slightly, and his pitiful black underpants were instantly covered, replaced by an extremely arrogant, expensive and gorgeous wide purple robe.

Yu Luoning, lying in the mud, watched this scene with amusement.

As she coughed up blood, she couldn't help but have some doubts in her mind.

Just how many identical purple robes did that damned demon hoard in her Qiankun Ring?

The aesthetic is flamboyant and edgy.

"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Cui Xiu was somewhat embarrassed and angry by her gaze. He swung his sleeve fiercely, and the Immortal Coffin crashed onto the mudflats.

"You're barely clinging to life. To kill you would be an dishonest victory for me."

Cui Xiu crossed his arms and raised his chin slightly. "Go lie down in the coffin. Once you've recovered, I'll kill you, you cunning little fish."

Yu Luoning gave a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth and obediently closed her eyes.

This person doesn't seem to mind the trouble; before killing someone, he even forcibly restored the victim to their peak condition.

Isn't this like trying to kill someone by shoving them in the fountain?

In a professional competition, this would result in a point deduction; it's extremely disrespectful to the players.

But now, she is at their mercy, with no choice whatsoever.

The next moment, a gentle aura of malevolence lifted her up and gently placed her into the dark bronze coffin.

With a loud bang, the coffin lid was slammed shut, and immediately, a stream of pure spiritual energy flowed into her body.

In this dark space, Yu Luoning lay there for an unknown amount of time.

She could clearly hear the crisp sound of her bones realigning, and even the wound on her shoulder blade, pierced by Chi Yang's sword, was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Outside the coffin, the night was deep, and the cold moonlight hung high in the sky, casting its bright glow.

Cui Xiu stood alone, her purple robe fluttering in the wind.

He stood quietly on the mudflats.

The night breeze gently rustled the surrounding water plants, and the cool moonlight cast dappled shadows on his face, making his already fair skin appear even paler and more eerily white.

Cui Xiu slowly raised her right hand, her purple pupils staring intently at her palm.

To kill or... not to kill?

After an unknown amount of time, Cui Xiu, feeling irritated, shifted his gaze to the ancient coffin.

Judging by the time, that little worm should have recovered by now, right?

Cui Xiu raised his hand to cast a spell, the coffin lid was lifted, and he approached.

He leaned forward slightly, impatiently. The inside of the coffin was pitch black, with a special domain that made it impossible to see inside or probe with spiritual power.

"Ningning, come out and face your death."

The coffin was deathly silent; no one responded.

Cui Xiu frowned, leaped up, and flew into the ancient coffin wrapped in a wisp of purple light.

Before he could even regain his footing, his body suddenly lost its balance and landed on a soft, delicate body.

Cui Xiu slightly opened her eyes, momentarily dazed.

In the darkness, two fair, snow-white arms tightly encircled his neck.

The next moment, a soft body pressed against her again, followed by a familiar touch on her cool lips, soft and with a hint of the sweet fragrance unique to women.

Cui Xiu was completely stunned.