I, the Chaotic Being, began my path to enlightenment in a brothel!

The red candle burned down to three inches, and the flickering flame reflected in Lin Feng's eyes, making them seem as if they were burning with intense flames.

"Hehe, it's nothing."

After a moment, he lowered his eyes and smiled, raised his hand and gently clinked his glass with Murong Xue's.

"when!"

A crisp clinking sound rang out, Murong Xue's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she tilted her head back to drink the wine in her cup in one gulp.

Lin Feng raised his sleeve to cover the wine cup, the wide sleeve of his robe concealing the entire cup. He appeared to be drinking freely, but his fingertips subtly moved.

The amber-colored liquor in the glass seeped quietly into his sleeve along his fingertips, not a drop reaching his throat.

By the dim light of the candle, Lin Feng could clearly see a tiny worm, about the size of a grain of rice, hidden in the wine.

He remained calm and composed, continuing to drink and chat with Murong Xue.

As night deepened, Murong Xue was already seven-tenths drunk.

The dim, flickering candlelight fell on her face, making her even more radiant and captivating.

Even beneath her delicate collarbones, a faint blush spread across her skin, sparking the imagination.

"My lord, a moment of blissful night is worth a thousand pieces of gold; let us retire for the night..."

Murong Xue's eyes were sparkling, her beautiful eyes filled with spring water, and her figure was delicate as she slowly moved closer to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng remained silent, only raising his finger to make a light stroke.

A sharp finger beam, like a sword drawn from its sheath, instantly tore apart Murong Xue's bright red wedding dress.

The outer robe and the undergarment were completely torn apart, and layers of fabric fluttered down.

A beautifully curved, flawless white body was displayed before Lin Feng without reservation.

At this moment, Murong Xue's cheeks were flushed, as if painted with rouge. She leaned forward and kissed Lin Feng's face with her beautiful red lips.

Lin Feng wrapped his arms around her waist and gently pressed her down onto the bed.

A moment later, ambiguous and melodious moans echoed through the quiet bridal chamber.

"what!"

Suddenly, Murong Xue's body trembled violently, and a cry of pain escaped her lips.

She clearly sensed that her cultivation was being forcibly pulled out of her body by an invisible force, causing her meridians to ache unbearably.

"Lin Feng, what are you doing? Why is my cultivation level decreasing?"

Murong Xue's eyes widened, filled with shock and astonishment, and she instantly sobered up.

Lin Feng looked down at her, his tone flat and emotionless.

"After obtaining the Primordial Ancient Sword, I originally planned to leave the Qingyun Sect immediately, sever all ties with you and your father, and have nothing to do with you again."

"We could have gone our separate ways, but you insisted on using underhanded tactics and relentlessly pressured us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he activated the dual cultivation technique with all his might, continuously drawing upon Murong Xue's cultivation power.

Fine red veins gradually appeared on Murong Xue's jade-like neck, lotus-like arms, and legs, becoming increasingly conspicuous and ferocious.

Her life's cultivation was completely depleted, and no matter how hard she tried to resist by activating all her secret techniques, it was all in vain.

"what!"

"Lin Feng! I am the sect leader's daughter, the Holy Maiden of Qingyun! How dare you harm me?"

"Stop! Stop right now! I know I was wrong, I'll never do it again!"

"Fenglang, have you forgotten our vows of eternal love? How could you treat me like this!"

"How cruel you are!"

Initially, Murong Xue used her status as a saintess to threaten and coerce her.

Seeing that it was to no avail, she lowered her stance and begged humbly.

Seeing that Lin Feng remained unmoved, she dug her ten fingers into Lin Feng's back, leaving bloody marks, her face contorted with resentment.

Lin Feng's eyes remained indifferent until Murong Xue's breath weakened and her dantian became empty.

Then, with a flick of his finger, he picked up the small insect he had just caught from the wine.

Under the candlelight, the insect was entirely crimson, its form ethereal and otherworldly, surrounded by wisps of eerie black energy, its writhing movements exuding a chilling ferocity.

Lin Feng examined it carefully for a moment, but had no idea where this strange little insect came from.

He only knew that this insect must be extremely insidious, a vicious means used by Murong Yan and his daughter to control him.

The moment Murong Xue, who was paralyzed in bed and had lost all her cultivation, saw the small insect on his fingertip, her whole body stiffened abruptly, and her eyes were instantly swallowed by extreme fear.

This is the Heart-Eating Gu that her father personally gave her! It is an extremely poisonous and ferocious Gu that can devour the essence and blood of cultivators and obliterate their souls!

"No! Don't! Lin Feng, what are you doing?!"

Murong Xue's pupils constricted, she screamed, and struggled back with all her might.

Unfortunately, he was weak and powerless, and didn't even have the strength to lift his hand. He could only watch helplessly as the deadly Gu worm hovered in front of him.

Lin Feng's lips curled into a cold smile as he said, "Nothing!"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his finger.

The tiny Heart-Eating Gu transformed into a crimson glimmer and flew straight into Murong Xue's wide-open mouth.

The next moment, extreme pain instantly swept over Murong Xue's entire body!

Without the protection of her cultivation, she was completely unable to resist the violent backlash of the Heart-Eating Gu.

Once the Gu worm entered her stomach, it immediately began to stir wildly, frantically devouring her flesh and blood and draining the last bit of life force from her body.

"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Murong Xue let out a piercing scream, her body twisting and convulsing wildly, her hands gripping the brocade quilt of the bed so tightly that her fingertips dug out tear marks.

Furthermore, visible decay was spreading across her body at an alarming rate!

Her once fair, delicate, and flawless skin became visibly dry and sagging.

The delicate texture quickly wrinkles, revealing the marks of time.

His jet-black hair quickly turned gray and dry, his lips cracked and darkened, and his eyes became cloudy and sunken.

In just a few breaths, the once stunningly beautiful Qingyun Saintess had completely changed her appearance.

Her skin was wrinkled like old tree bark, her hair was white and withered, and her body was emaciated and hunched. She had gone from a beautiful young woman to a frail old woman.

Upon seeing this, a look of surprise flashed across Lin Feng's eyes.

He knew the insect was insidious, but he never expected that this tiny worm would be so terrifying!

The piercing screams continued incessantly, sharp and shrill, easily alerting the sect disciples who were partying all night below the mountain.

Once discovered, he will be doomed.

No survivors!

Without further hesitation, Lin Feng raised his finger and lightly slashed through the air.

A sharp blade of energy flashed past, and a fine line of blood suddenly appeared on Murong Xue's withered, snow-white neck.

Murong Xue's eyes were wide open, she died with her eyes wide open, unable to believe her fate even in death.

She was confident in her stunning beauty and exceptional intelligence.

She thought she could firmly control Lin Feng with a marriage contract and a vicious Gu, and scheme against his entire life.

But in the end, he pushed himself into an abyss of no return.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

Crimson blood dripped slowly down the edge of the bed to the floor, like the poignant tears of a red candle.

Lin Feng straightened up and exhaled a breath of stale air.

Murong Xue, as the Holy Maiden of Qingyun, possesses a cultivation foundation far surpassing that of Wang Qing'er.

With just this dual cultivation technique, he broke through two minor realms and steadily advanced to the fourth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Lin Feng glanced indifferently at the corpse on the ground, then stepped forward and took her storage ring.

He calmly straightened his robes, raised his hand, and extinguished the flickering red candle.

Despite the deep of night, the entire Qingyun Sect remained brightly lit and bustling with activity.

The disciples' laughter and shouts of revelry rose and fell throughout the night.

No one noticed Lin Feng's quiet departure, and no one knew that the Holy Maiden had already perished in the bridal chamber.

"Whoosh!"

Lin Feng's figure flashed, transforming into a sharp and elusive shadow, and he sped away swiftly under the cover of darkness.

"It's time to leave the Qingyun Sect, but there are a few things that need to be settled before I go."

His eyes gleamed, and in an instant, he arrived outside a secluded cave.

Seeing the cave entrance open, he flicked his finger, and three Wood Spirit Fruits flew precisely into the cave.

Elder Zhu, who was inside the cave, came out upon hearing the sound and saw the fallen Wood Spirit Fruit. He instantly understood.

After more than ten breaths, Lin Feng made a brief stop at another cave.

After finishing his business, he quickly walked down Qingyun Mountain under the cover of darkness.

Down the mountain, the Flowing Cloud Steed stood quietly waiting. As soon as Lin Feng arrived, it raised its head and neighed.

The horse's iron hooves flew like an arrow released from a bow, carrying Lin Feng away in a cloud of dust.

Not long after Lin Feng left, Zi Yun quietly appeared in front of the cave.

She caught a glimpse of three bright red, translucent fruits on the ground.

"Strange, on his wedding night, instead of being with his new wife, he came to my cave entrance?"

Zi Yun looked around, but Lin Feng was nowhere to be seen.

A thought flashed through her mind, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she turned to look at the newlywed pavilion halfway up the mountain.

The red candles in the attic had gone out, and the night was silent, devoid of any lively atmosphere of newlyweds.

"He's an interesting fellow. We'll meet again someday if fate allows."

Zi Yun gently shook her head, glanced back at the cave dwelling where she had lived for so long, and resolutely turned and left.

Her movements were as lithe as a cat's; with a few leaps, her figure completely disappeared into the night of the mountain forest.

The wedding banquet was noisy until the early hours of the morning, when all the disciples, thoroughly drunk, dispersed.

Murong Yan, beaming with joy, returned to his room surrounded by the elders.

As dawn breaks and the first rays of sunlight appear.

Murong Xue's personal maid came to the pavilion with a golden basin of washing utensils to call the newlyweds to get up.

She called out softly several times, but the room remained silent and no one answered.

Just then, a strong, pungent smell of blood wafted in through the crack in the door.

Seeing a wooden window slightly ajar, the maid felt uneasy and slowly stepped forward to peek inside.

"ah--"

A piercing scream suddenly ripped through the sky, shattering the tranquility of the Qingyun Sect.

Before long, Murong Yan appeared in front of the pavilion.

His face was ashen as he pushed open the door and entered, where he saw the horrific scene on the bed.

An extreme rage instantly swept over him, and a raging fire ignited in his eyes.

"Ah!!! My Xue'er!"

"Lin Feng! This sect will tear you to pieces, so that you may never be reincarnated!"