Evil Immortal!

"We are husband and wife, so why should Yunniang be so polite with me?"

Chen Xiucai couldn't resist wanting to grasp the woman's soft hand, but she subtly dodged him, lightly tapping his arm and coquettishly saying, "Young Master Chen, you're so annoying. I've only promised to marry you, but I haven't married you yet..."

Chen Xiucai smiled awkwardly, but he wasn't angry. He began to pour wine for him and they drank together.

Wine and women can cloud judgment, especially for two people who are already infatuated with each other.

Under the moonlight, the two figures drew closer and closer, gradually pressing together.

But the image of the woman, Yunniang, was somewhat faint...

The wine was fragrant and the food delicious, but Chen Xiucai had no desire to enjoy it.

He was eager to pick up Yunniang and carry her into the house.

But at that moment, Yunniang's expression froze, she broke free, and looked at a figure standing on the wall.

The man had a handsome face and a tall, strong figure. He had a long sword at his waist, but his neck was wrapped in black cloth, which looked bulging and somewhat strange.

The visitor was none other than Meng Yuan.

"Who...who are you?!"

Chen Xiucai noticed his fiancée's unusual expression and followed her gaze, also noticing the uninvited guest, Meng Yuan.

He immediately stood up, shielding his fiancée behind him, his fierce demeanor masking his inner weakness.

"This is my home. I advise you to leave immediately, or I will report you to the authorities!"

"Report to the authorities?"

Meng Yuan smiled, recalling the joke of "Who here accuses this official?" He then looked Chen Xiucai up and down, and found that he was fairly good-looking, but his eyes were dark and his body was as thin as a skeleton, as if his body had been hollowed out by beauty.

No, to be precise, it should be the appearance of having had their life force drained by ghosts and demons!

"If you really report it to the authorities, it might not be a bad thing for you."

Then Meng Yuan looked at the woman named "Yunniang" and saw that she had a slender figure, beautiful appearance, and snow-white skin. She was indeed a rare and stunning woman.

However, Meng Yuan cultivated the "True Explanation of Ziyang," and his body was filled with pure Yang energy, making him extremely sensitive to demonic energy.

The woman was beautiful, but her aura exuded a sinister and alluring charm, and even her figure gave Meng Yuan a sense of unreality.

This is enough to show that this woman is no ordinary person.

Yunniang seemed to realize that Meng Yuan was not someone to be trifled with, her face showing considerable fear and her eyes slightly darting away as she hid behind Chen Xiucai.

"Do you know who the woman behind you is?"

Meng Yuan spoke frankly and got straight to the point.

Chen Xiucai was no fool to have become a scholar; he understood Meng Yuan's meaning, yet remained stubborn, his eyes fierce and menacing, filled with both anger and resentment. "I know Yunniang is not like me, but we are truly in love! And we haven't affected anyone else, so why are you all trying to separate us?!"

Meng Yuan jumped down from the wall, speechless for a moment, then let out a sneer.

"You're bewitched! You don't even know if it's male or female, a ghost or a demon, or anything like that, yet you dare to talk about true love?"

"What if it's a male fox spirit? Would you still plan to elope with it?"

"A male fox spirit?"

Chen Xiucai was struck dumb, his eyes glazed over.

Meng Yuan's words were like a bolt of lightning striking him on the head, leaving him completely stunned.

"This...this is impossible!"

"That's impossible. It's also possible that the Yunniang you like isn't a living person or a fox spirit, but rather an object..."

Meng Yuan said with a touch of wicked humor.

Chen Xiucai slowly turned around, looked at the woman behind him, his lips trembling slightly, "Yunniang, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yunniang ignored him and looked at Meng Yuan, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears, looking pitiful. "Young master," she said, "though I am not alive, I have never harmed anyone. Please spare me, and I will repay you handsomely in the future!"

"Never harmed anyone?"

Meng Yuan, too lazy to waste words, directly drew his Azure Dragon Blade and slashed forward, saying, "A demon is a demon, full of wicked schemes. Take this!"

Although Chen Xiucai wasn't very bright, he was deeply in love with this woman. However, she showed no mercy, draining him of his energy and vitality. In a while, Chen Xiucai would have to be buried.

And yet this woman still has the nerve to say she's never harmed anyone?

Yunniang's eyes were filled with resentment, and a gray mist rose around her. Her fingernails grew rapidly, gleaming coldly, and she rushed forward, transforming into countless claw shadows.

hiss hiss hiss—

Each shadow seemed capable of slicing through gold and jade, incredibly sharp!

However, she underestimated Meng Yuan's strength.

With a sweeping motion of his longsword, the blade flashed like water, easily silencing the claw shadows. Then, with a single slash, he cleaved Yunniang in two from head to toe.

But then, instead of spurting blood, the two pieces of corpse quickly disintegrated, turning into wisps of green smoke and disappearing from the spot.

Chen Xiucai, who was standing to the side, was stunned. Meng Yuan ignored him and, sensing the lingering coldness in the air, swept his divine sense towards the study.

This study is filled with the strongest sense of yin and evil.

Meng Yuan stepped forward, opened the door, and glanced around before his eyes fell on a painting hanging on the wall.

The painting depicts a lady holding a small fan, half-covering her face. She is beautiful and bears a striking resemblance to Yunniang from earlier.

However, in Meng Yuan's eyes, this painting of a lady was naturally not that simple.

The painting exudes a sinister aura, and looking at it, Meng Yuan felt as if he were being watched, as if something inside the painting was observing him.

The maid in the painting is so lifelike that her expression even reveals a hint of panic.

The Azure Dragon Blade in Meng Yuan's hand flickered with an unpredictable light, its chilling aura captivating and awe-inspiring.

Although he has now changed professions and his foundation has been transferred to the path of immortality, it does not mean that the "Black Pig Gluttony Technique" and "Yin Wind Ghost-Slaying Blade" he cultivated before have disappeared.

Strictly speaking, his martial arts cultivation is still there. In fact, because of the Ziyang True Qi, the power of the Yin Wind Ghost Slaying Blade, a mid-level martial art, has lost some of its sinister and demonic aura, but gained a majestic and righteous, overwhelming aura!

"stop!"

Just as Meng Yuan was about to paint the portrait of the woman who had been impaled, Chen Xiucai stopped him in front of the painting.

"Stop talking nonsense and get some sleep!"

He wanted to say something more, but Meng Yuan shook his head, stepped forward, and knocked him unconscious with a single finger.

Do you really think reality is like those fictional novels?

If you say "stop," I'll have to listen to your opinion, give you some advice, and, out of consideration for your "true love and mutual affection," let you off the hook.

With a swing of his longsword, the painting of the lady was shattered into pieces. Then, enveloped by Meng Yuan's Purple Sun True Qi, it burst into flames, emitting wisps of black smoke.

"ah--"

Faintly, a shrill scream could be heard from within the painting, the voice sounding neither male nor female.