I let you tame beasts, and you've already formed a contract with your stunningly beautiful mast

The inner chamber of the side hall of Lianxiang Peak.

The purple soundproof array glowed faintly, isolating most of the noise.

Yet it still couldn't completely isolate the earth-shattering sounds of spiritual energy collisions from the outside world.

Leng Qingyue turned over and habitually reached her fair little hand to the side.

It was ice-cold to the touch.

"Um……"

She let out a soft moan and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

I sat up groggily from under the covers.

She casually gathered her slightly disheveled black hair, and with her bare, jade-white feet, she swayed and walked out of the inner room.

At this moment,

She was wearing only a thin white silk undergarment.

Her neckline was slightly open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and delicate collarbones.

As soon as he came out, he bumped into Cao Kun, who was dressed neatly.

As soon as Leng Qingyue saw Cao Kun, she quickened her pace and rushed over.

"Senior brother..."

The little girl's voice was soft and sweet, but it carried a strong sense of morning grumpiness.

"What's going on outside? It's so noisy."

Cao Kun felt the soft warmth in his arms and reached out to pull her into his embrace.

He smiled nonchalantly.

"It's nothing serious."

"A few stray dogs came to the outside of the mountain gate, and they were barking quite rudely."

"Come on, your senior brother will take you to see a play."

With that, Cao Kun exerted a little force in his arms and lifted Leng Qingyue up in his arms.

It took off into the air and sped towards the mountain gate.

Outside the mountain gate at this moment.

Seeing Qin Canglan's firm stance, the two gray-robed retainers of the Ji family not only refused to back down but also revealed their final trump card.

"Qin Canglan, do you really think you, a mere late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, can protect these two wretches?"

"Don't forget!"

"My Ji family has a Nascent Soul stage ancestor overseeing us!"

"Today, for the sake of these two women, you forcibly blocked us and allowed your elders to injure my Ji family's young master."

"Are you trying to drag the entire Hehuan Sect down with you?!"

These words were spoken.

The Hehuan Sect disciples gathered below were all deathly pale.

In Qingzhou, Nascent Soul cultivators are already powerful figures in their own right.

Transformation into a god, that is the legendary pinnacle.

They can move mountains and fill seas at will, and one person can destroy an entire clan.

"The Nascent Soul Ancestor... is finished, it's all over!"

"If the Ji family really brings out their ancestor, our Hehuan Sect's protective formation won't even withstand a single blow!"

"Elder Yu acted impulsively; how could he have used such force?"

"How are we going to handle this? Are we really going to hand over Senior Sister Leng?"

The disciples were discussing it amongst themselves, and many of them even began to tremble.

Even the three peak masters behind Qin Canglan showed fear on their faces, exchanging uneasy glances.

Seeing this, the gray-robed retainer on the right sneered and continued to exert pressure.

"If you know what's good for you, quickly activate the mountain-protecting formation!"

"Hand over Leng Qingyue obediently so our young master can take her away!"

"Hand over that shrew who injured the young master, cripple her cultivation, and let us take her back to the Ji family to report!"

"Otherwise, when my ancestor arrives in person, he will surely raze your Hehuan Sect to the ground!"

Every word he uttered was aggressive and domineering, showing no regard for the Hehuan Sect.

Qin Canglan clenched his fists.

His gaze was fixed on the two worshippers opposite him.

The Ji family's resources are truly terrifying.

Are we really going to go head-to-head with a top-tier family that has a Nascent Soul Ancestor just for Leng Qingyue and Yu Linglong?

Just as Qin Canglan was caught in a dilemma and the entire Hehuan Sect was in a state of panic.

An extremely arrogant voice, carrying spiritual power, swept across the entire area, drowning out all the noise.

"To raze the Hehuan Sect to the ground?"

"You two old bastards, with one foot in the grave, dare to bark here?"

Swish!

Everyone instinctively looked up, following the direction from which the sound came.

In the distant night sky.

Cao Kun, with one arm around the aloof and ethereal Leng Qingyue, descended through the air.

The two of them swaggered out of the array's light barrier.

It hovered directly in front of the Ji family's enormous purple-gold flying boat.

One person, facing a warship, two Nascent Soul cultivators, and dozens of Ji family elites.

In terms of presence, he completely overwhelmed his opponent!

"Elder Cao!"

"Holy crap! Elder Cao is here!"

Among the inner disciples below, someone shouted excitedly.

The scene of Cao Kun killing Su Changhe with a single sword strike that day is still vivid in my mind.

Now that Cao Kun has appeared, the invisible pressure he exudes gives the panicked disciples a sense of security.

midair.

Qin Canglan looked at Cao Kun in mid-air and instinctively released his divine sense.

They wanted to find out Cao Kun's current condition.

After all, the opponents were two early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators; it would be too presumptuous for Cao Kun to go out alone.

Available in the next second.

Qin Canglan's rosy lips parted slightly, her face filled with disbelief.

How... is this possible?!

Late stage of Golden Core!

She could clearly sense that the spiritual energy fluctuations within Cao Kun's body had reached the peak of the late Golden Core stage!

Moreover, the spiritual energy was so pure it was outrageous, and there were even faint signs of it breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage!

How is that possible!

Just a few days ago, he had survived the tribulation of lightning and formed a top-grade golden core!

Even if you ate top-grade spirit stones like they were food, you still couldn't cultivate this fast!

Even more terrifying.

The murderous aura emanating from Cao Kun was domineering and pure.

Even through the protective mountain array, Qin Canglan felt a pang of fear.

She was certain.

Cao Kun's current true combat strength is definitely no weaker than those two Nascent Soul stage cultivators on the other side!

It might even be stronger!

They witnessed Cao Kun's incredible cultivation speed and terrifying combat power.

Qin Canglan's previously wavering heart became incredibly resolute.

Who cares if the Ji family has some Nascent Soul ancestor in charge!

A peerless prodigy who can advance from the early stage of the Golden Core realm to the peak of the late stage of the Golden Core realm in just a few days.

Add to that Leng Qingyue, who possesses an exceptional ice spirit body.

These two people are the greatest hope for the rise of the Hehuan Sect!

Given time, with his abnormal growth rate, Cao Kun might be able to contend with a Nascent Soul cultivator!

We would spare no expense, even if it meant sacrificing the entire foundation of our sect!

Qin Canglan waved his sleeve, and led the three peak masters and Yu Linglong directly out of the great formation.

They stood by Cao Kun's side, demonstrating their stance through concrete actions.

On the deck of the airship.

Ji Jinian covered his left cheek, which was swollen like a pig's head, and stared intently at the two people hovering in front of the flying boat.

He recognized Leng Qingyue at a glance.

That stunningly beautiful face, that aloof and otherworldly aura.

Even wearing only a simple undergarment without any extra embellishments, she is still breathtakingly beautiful.

This is the top-grade furnace he has been longing for!

This is the ice fairy he's always dreamed of pinning down!

But now.

This aloof and proud ice fairy is actually in the arms of a strange man!

And they're so docile!

So well-behaved!

Leng Qingyue didn't even glance at him; her eyes were fixed on the young man in black robes.

The fire of jealousy in Ji Jinian's heart burned away all reason.

He broke down on the spot.

"Who do you think you are, you piece of trash!"

Ji Jinian pointed at Cao Kun and hysterically cursed him, spitting out saliva mixed with blood.

"Get your dirty hands off Leng Qingyue right now!"

"She is the woman I, Ji Jinian, have set my sights on!"

"You insolent ant, how dare you touch her?!"

Cao Kun watched quietly as Ji Jinian jumped up and down on the deck.

It's like watching a clown jumping around.

"The woman you've taken a fancy to?"

"Are you worthy?"

Cao Kun lowered his head, deliberately in front of Ji Jinian and everyone else.

He gave Leng Qingyue a big kiss on her pretty little face.

Leng Qingyue was taken aback by this sudden action.

In front of thousands of people from the Hehuan Sect.

In front of outsiders.

Senior brother actually...

So domineering... I love it...

A captivating blush spread from Leng Qingyue's neck to her ears.

Leng Qingyue buried her burning face in Cao Kun's chest.

Clutching his collar with both hands, she was so ashamed that she didn't dare lift her head.

This scene completely stunned Ji Jinian.

Murder and kill!

This is a blatant insult!

He, the eldest son of the prestigious Ji family, came to propose marriage with countless betrothal gifts.

Before he could even get through the gate, he was slapped.

Now, the woman he has his eye on is being intimate with another man right in front of him!

How could he possibly swallow this insult!

Cao Kun raised his head and looked defiantly at Ji Jinian, whose face had turned purple on the flying boat.

"I'm so sorry, Young Master Ji."

……

……

……

"Ahhhhh!"

Ji Jinian was so angry that he trembled all over, which aggravated the wound on his face, causing him to gasp in pain.

His eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at Cao Kun and roared furiously at the two retainers behind him.

"What are you two standing there for?!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Chop him up and feed him to the dogs!"

The two gray-robed retainers exchanged a glance.

The killing intent surged.

"You little brat, prepare to die!"

The old man on the left formed a hand seal, and a jet-black flying sword tore through the air, heading straight for Cao Kun's brow.

Cao Kun stood still, holding Leng Qingyue in one arm.

The other hand slowly rose.

In the palm of his hand, a dark and profound chaotic energy was rapidly condensing.

A black, broken sword exuding an aura of endless slaughter.

It slowly emerged from the void.