Fairy, help me cultivate.

A red shadow flashed beside Chen Yao, and Yun Jiang appeared, her graceful figure draped in a blood-red backless dress and silver high-heeled sandals.

Her long hair was combed back by the cold wind blowing from Demon Peak.

"Demon Peak".

She also uttered those two words, but the emotions they conveyed were completely different from Jiu Luo's.

Chen Yao couldn't quite describe what kind of emotion it was, but it was definitely not nostalgia.

Yun Jiang stood there for a long time, then turned around, her delicate brows furrowing slightly: "I have a close connection with this Demon Realm. Once I cross Demon Peak, it will be difficult to leave, otherwise I will be discovered."

Her beautiful eyes shifted downwards, glancing at the emerald gourd at Chen Yao's waist: "Hmph, someone's become a coward, can't be relied on much. Of course, even if Chen Yao dies, she won't lose anything. Unlike me..."

"What kind of look is that?"

Yun Jiang was somewhat at a loss because of Chen Yao's blank stare at her.

Chen Yao chuckled: "I just think what you said makes a lot of sense."

He was shocked. Would a dignified demon lord really say something like "I only feel sorry for my brother"?

I'm kind of looking forward to it...

Yun Jiang knew exactly what he was thinking. Suddenly, she smiled sweetly, raised her snow-white, beautiful leg, and put it on his shoulder.

"What? Are you afraid that your words don't reflect your true feelings... Do you want to hear me say a few nice things?"

Her knees rubbed against Chen Yao's shoulders, and the back of her thighs was completely pressed against Chen Yao's shoulders and chest. She could feel the hot, soft, and prickly sensation in a certain place even through her clothes.

Chen Yao felt his blood rushing through his body, and he reached out to touch her tender legs.

A melodious flute tune drifted from Yuanhu Cave.

Chen Yao's mind cleared instantly, and he abruptly retreated, breaking free from Yun Jiang's demonic legs.

Why are you still like this!

He knew he had almost fallen into Yun Jiang's trap just now, and judging from the intensity of his arousal, it must have been even more dangerous than becoming a slave by licking her feet.

"What? Hmph, that's what you get for being distracted. I'm just giving you a little lesson."

Yun Jiang withdrew her jade-like leg, her expression turning cold. She glanced at the emerald green gourd, seemingly lost in thought.

She actually wanted to use this move to test Jiu Luo's attitude towards Chen Yao.

It seems... this person might also be trying to take advantage of Chen Yao.

However, putting aside the potential dangers in the distance, we can be somewhat more at ease about the risks of entering the Demon Realm up close.

These thoughts were fleeting, and she continued the previous topic: "To be on the safe side when entering the Demon Realm, let's go up to Demon Peak tonight to collect some samples. We'll walk."

"Walk?"

"You possess martial arts techniques from both the righteous and demonic factions. If you fly within thirty miles of Demon Peak, it will provoke a counterattack from Demon Peak. It's safer to walk."

Chen Yao sized up Yun Jiang, suspecting that she was deliberately making things difficult for him, but he dared not disbelieve her, so he flew about thirty miles before landing.

Beneath the Demon Peak lies a lush, ancient forest.

It was nearly noon, and the sunlight, filtered through the clouds, cast a pale white glow through the gaps in the leaves of the forest.

From a distance, they look like rows of bone spurs piercing down, adding to the eeriness of this somber and damp forest.

"Sasha..."

Chen Yao stepped on the thick layer of fallen leaves and humus on the ground, feeling as if he were stepping on a pile of rotting flesh, and felt an indescribable nausea.

This was not his subjective feeling, but rather the result of the intense evil aura emanating from that demonic peak.

Beneath the humus lie tangled tree roots; a moment of carelessness could cause one to trip over them.

"Since ancient times, Demon Peak has been the Great Wall of the Demon Sect, and it has its own terrifying aspects."

Jiu Luo said.

Yun Jiang provocatively asked, "Even the Nine Fallen Ancestors would be frightened by a mere Demon Peak?"

"What frightens me is not Mo Feng, but your intentions toward Chen Yao."

Jiu Luo's words were calm and indifferent, but they made Chen Yao and Yun Jiang's hearts sink.

Chapter 178 The Cart That Crushed Little Horse

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

Yun Jiang muttered something, but then said, "I have long coveted Chen Yao and wanted to make him my slave."

"Oh, I see."

Jiu Luo's voice was very soft, and her words were very short, but when she said them, there was a sense that she couldn't express everything she wanted to say.

As expected, experience is the best teacher. The more evasive she was, the more wary and suspicious Chen Yao became.

Yun Jiang thought about it, but she really didn't have any solutions, so she had no choice but to keep quiet.

Fortunately, she and Chen Yao need each other now, so let's take it one step at a time!

As expected, Chen Yao did not comment on this, but complained that the forest was eerie and gloomy, and that he had almost tripped several times.

Unable to fly and having to constantly restrain his spiritual energy, Chen Yao's progress was extremely slow.

The pale sunlight that slanted eastward through the woods gradually shifted westward and then dimmed.

The west wind raged above the dense foliage that resembled a feather canopy.

"It is going to rain."

Yun Jiang said.

Sure enough, a few breaths later, a thunderbolt ripped through the deep silence of the forest and the vast twilight.

"It seems we'll have to find a tree hollow to shelter from the rain for now. It's best not to use magic, right?"

Chen Yao's tone inevitably carried a hint of resentment.

Yun Jiang simply hummed in response.

However, in such a vast forest, with a storm imminent and darkness all around, finding a tree hollow was truly not easy.

Chen Yao stumbled along for about a mile and found a few shelters, but they were either too narrow or had open roofs, offering no shelter from the rain.

The westerly wind, tearing at the treetops, howled more fiercely, adding a heavy rainy feel to the damp, decaying air, and lightning flashing across the woodland more frequently.

"We might as well brave the rain and go! We really shouldn't waste time looking for a tree hole."

Chen Yao was in a bad mood and just wanted to get out of this seemingly endless ancient forest as soon as possible.

"The rain here... can kill a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Yun Jiang said.

"And we can't use magic!"

Chen Yao touched the Yuan Hu Cave Heaven, and thus could no longer hide inside it.

A bolt of purple lightning struck down, cleaving open an ancient tree that would take dozens of people to encircle.

Wood chips flew everywhere, branches and leaves fell, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning wood.

Just as Chen Yao was about to leave, a groan suddenly came from his left.

The groan wasn't particularly prominent amidst the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves overhead, but Yunjiang said she heard it nonetheless.

This proves that it is not a hallucination.

Chen Yao used his divine sense and discovered that several people were huddled inside a giant tree that would take a hundred people to encircle.

He was torn about whether or not to go over. They were all human, and they had already found shelter from the rain, but they could also be enemies.

"That's how it was in the past. People from the Demonic Sect don't need to find tree hollows to shelter from the rain in this forest. If people from the Righteous Path want to harm you, they'll have to use magic, and they'll end up suffering the consequences themselves."

Yun Jiang reminded Chen Yao.

Chen Yao followed the sound.

The groans grew louder, making one blush with embarrassment.

It was indeed a giant tree, like a solitary peak, and even the hollow in the tree resembled a cave.

A golden-orange light emanated from the cave entrance, staining the decaying matter that was being blown about by the wind.

The crackling sounds were interspersed with groans.

"Snapped!"

Chen Yao stepped on and broke a dead branch that was buried under the fallen leaves.

The groaning stopped.

A little boy's pleading could be heard.

"who?"

From inside the tree hollow, a woman shouted angrily, and a gleaming silver dagger shot out, piercing Chen Yao's feet.

Chen Yao was stunned for a moment, and questioned Yun Jiang in her mind: Didn't you say that everything was fine?

Yun Jiang did not respond.

The sound of raindrops pattering against the treetops overhead filled the air.

Chen Yao had no choice but to rush into the tree hole.

"Don't come in!"

Before the woman in the tree hollow could finish speaking, Chen Yao had already entered, and just then, a white, misty rain began to fall outside the hollow.

Amidst the sounds of wind and rain, the crackling campfire inside the tree hollow seemed exceptionally peaceful and serene.

If it weren't for this bizarre scene unfolding before our eyes.

A beautiful woman, her clothes half-undressed, was straddling a little boy, her body involuntarily convulsing.

The orange-yellow lights cast a play of light and shadow on the two people, making them appear exceptionally menacing.

The beautiful woman's face showed shame and regret, greed and lust, and hatred for Chen Yao's intrusion.