Zero Succubus in the Territory: Starting with Apprenticeship to the Yi Xuan Sisters

This breathing technique is indeed very painful to practice, but it is extremely compatible with the dragon blood he possesses.

Yi Xue stood in the morning breeze, trying to adapt to the violent rhythm. His body rose and fell slightly with his heavy and rapid breathing. With each breath, his muscles and bones made a soft sound, as if they were being slowly stretched from the inside. His body was being rapidly tempered and reshaped at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Mu He'er, who had already woken up and was still groggy as she walked out of the bedroom to look for her beloved, happened to witness this scene.

She stopped and stood quietly by the door, gazing at it with surprise and astonishment in her almond-shaped eyes.

The gentle morning light bathed the boy's fair skin, making his complexion appear even more translucent and radiant. Despite his still-developing and immature physique, he exuded a refined and handsome air.

But that's not the point. The point is that the breathing technique Yi Xue is currently practicing is very different from the breathing techniques she knows.

The Yunkui Mind Method emphasizes gentleness, moderation, and sustained progress; only by taking steady and solid steps can one strengthen one's foundation and cultivate one's vitality.

The breathing technique that Ke Yixue was practicing at the moment was surging with an extremely violent and intense power. The aura was domineering and fierce, and extremely aggressive. Every breath in and out was accompanied by an extremely strong tearing sensation.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but feel a little worried.

If an ordinary person were to cultivate in this way, they would soon suffer from qi and blood stagnation, leading to qi deviation and demonic possession.

But seeing the young man in the courtyard cultivating calmly and confidently, she gently lowered her slightly raised hand.

She knew her lover very well; he possessed a maturity beyond his years and would never act rashly or recklessly.

So even though Mu He'er was filled with worry, fearing that this domineering technique might harm his young body, she still did not step forward to dissuade him.

She simply watched quietly, watching the boy she had fallen for. She knew that the boy understood what she was doing better than anyone else.

Finally, thanks to Yi Xue's tireless efforts, the restless power within her body gradually began to calm down, the eerie crimson color on her skin slowly faded, and the scorching and domineering aura around her also subsided.

Seeing this, Mu He'er's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down completely.

Yi Xue opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, clenched his fist, felt the power surging within him, and finally revealed a smile.

I've already mastered the breathing technique; next comes the integration of swordsmanship, and then...

Yi Xue pondered for a moment, then turned and caught sight of the girl standing by the door. A hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes. He wiped the sweat from his brow and then...

He watched as the other person walked over.

"Zao He'er".

He opened his arms and embraced her slender waist. Logically speaking, Yi Xue should have been sweating a lot, but he didn't have a trace of body odor. On the contrary, he exuded a delicate fragrance that was refreshing and lingered for a long time.

The fragrance emanating from Yi Xue wafted into Mu He'er's nostrils, causing her to feel a surge of excitement, almost causing her legs to buckle and collapse to the ground.

She didn't understand what was going on, but she felt that something seemed different.

Feeling the rising temperature of the person in her arms and the increasingly obvious ferocity, she felt as if she were about to melt into a puddle of water, and could only lean against the other's body and complain in a coquettish voice.

"Good morning... Husband... Is it really not good to be like this so early in the morning...?"

"Then...don't you want it?"

"……want."

It seems that the deep compatibility between the breathing technique and the dragon's blood has brought about some side effects.

Meanwhile, deep within the Lemnian Hollow.

Binghuoling, who had been forced back by the defense forces' firepower and narrowly escaped, knelt on a dark stone platform. His gilded mask was mostly shattered, and his exposed half of his face was covered with distorted lines. He lowered his head and bowed respectfully to a white-robed figure on the platform.

"Speak, why are you in such a sorry state?"

“High Priest… I think I have found the Holy Son, but… he has already deviated from the path of forging and joined our opposition.”

"Yunkui Mountain..."

The figure took a deep breath and spoke softly, a hint of barely perceptible anger in his voice.

"Can you confirm that it is the Holy Son?"

“For a child, his combat strength is quite impressive, and... I can sense that he possesses the power of the First Lord.”

The figure remained silent, but simply raised his hand and sent a stream of foul energy into Binghuoling Song's body. Instantly, a red light appeared, and his originally mottled body gradually returned to its original state, even more ferocious and violent than before.

"The initial transformation has come. Go, find the Holy Son, and do not disappoint him."

Bing Huoling kowtowed repeatedly, his body surrounded by swirling black mist, his eyes filled with fanatical obsession: "Your subordinate understands, and will certainly not fail the First Master's trust."

The Praise Society's forces, which had been lying dormant in Weifei for a long time, had already begun to stir. Yi Xue's appearance was undoubtedly a shot in the arm for them. The Praise Society's followers, who were hiding in the city, began to take action one after another, sending out scouts to investigate. Hidden strongholds were opened one after another, and a search net targeting children and cultivators from Yunkui Mountain was quietly being laid out.

Evil thoughts continued to fester deep within the void, and a fanatical faith drove these madmen, corrupted by the ether, to relentlessly pursue their goal.

The day of the decisive battle seems to be coming sooner than expected.

Chapter 125 Re-enactment of the Praise Meeting

Several days have passed since then.

While handling the requests from the Investigation Association, Yi Xue also tried to combine the two sword techniques.

The techniques of "Slaying Evil" and "Red Sky" seem to have gone to two different extremes, but he has managed to grasp some of the secrets of both, as he is very compatible with both.

After days of hard work, we have finally achieved some results.

He combined the essence of two sword techniques to create four different sword moves: Crimson Dance, Heavenly Sun, Crimson Mirror Stop, and Illusory Sun Shadow. With this, Yi Xue can be said to have successfully taken a step on her own path of swordsmanship.

Along with the "Sword Man" skill, it also evolved into "Man Sword," seemingly changing from a noun to an adjective. Apart from the skill effects becoming slightly stronger, there wasn't much difference.

At the same time, due to the arduous practice of breathing techniques, Yi Xue's already exceptionally gifted body underwent a transformative change. Although still young, he was slender and upright. He shed his former thinness and weakness, and his still-developing muscles were well-proportioned, firm, and clean-cut. He was spirited yet calm and reserved, and his temperament became increasingly outstanding. He was the kind of handsome man that would make any ordinary girl blush with embarrassment upon seeing him.

In the casual courtyard at dawn, a sudden hum of a sword's blade rang out. Yi Xue stood in the courtyard, holding the Crimson Scale sword, and began her daily sword practice. The sword light rose and fell, and she wielded the four sword moves with great force. With each breath, her blood and qi surged. The Crimson Sky Sword Heart was as steady as a rock, its power fierce yet calm, and its sword intent flowing smoothly without breaking or stagnation. She had already reached the realm of perfect harmony between movement and stillness, and flawless advance and retreat.

Before long, Yi Xue sheathed his sword and exhaled a breath of stale air. Now he finally understood how fulfilling the saying "Day after day, there will surely be progress" was.

After saying that, he picked up a towel from the side and began to wipe the sweat from his forehead and neck. Just then, the cell phone on the stone table next to him suddenly received a message. The sender was Iserde.

The message reads as follows: The activities of the Praise Association have become increasingly frequent recently. We have finally caught a clue, but we still need your assistance to pinpoint the location. The situation is urgent, so please come as soon as possible.

Yi Xue frowned slightly, sighing that this day had finally come. He quickly put on his Taoist robe and sent a message to Mu He'er, who was out handling a commission. After all, both of them now had the status of independent investigators, and it was normal for them to go out alone to handle cases. However, he still had to inform her in order to avoid worrying his lover.

After leaving the casual observation hall, he entered a secluded alley and boarded a pre-arranged military vehicle. He nodded slightly to the driver, who then drove him to the Obsidian military camp.

When he entered the camp, he saw that Iserld, Will-o'-the-Wisp, and the rest of the squad members had already assembled and were ready to embark on the next mission.

"You've arrived."

Yi Xue's arrival made this serious officer look up from his heavy combat preparations. He nodded slightly as a greeting, while the ghost fire was much more enthusiastic than her.

She very naturally put her arm around Yi Xue's shoulder and then pulled him into her breasts for a good "encouragement".

"Haha, little brother Xue, you don't need to be so nervous. We'll take care of the battle. You just need to lead the way. Don't worry, I'll protect you."

As he spoke, Ghostfire rolled up his sleeves and showed off his impressive biceps. His muscles, honed through rigorous training in the military camp, were undoubtedly the most reliable asset. Ghostfire truly lived up to his reputation as a "strong and beautiful woman."

Although she didn't show it on her face, she did feel a slight stirring of romantic feelings when she hugged Yixue just now, but she quickly hid it, after all, she couldn't let this slight discomfort affect the mission ahead.

"I will do my best."

A simple promise is enough to demonstrate his determination at this moment, far surpassing any pleasantries or greetings.

With everyone present, Iserd began to briefly explain the mission details. This mission was a raid, where they would use Yixue's navigation function to launch a surprise attack on the rampant Praise Society, reducing their numbers as much as possible while ensuring the survival of the hostages so that they could be handed over to the interrogation department to obtain more intelligence later.

After giving their instructions, the group immediately set off and went straight into the cave where their mission objective was located.

Crimson mist surged, and a stagnant, foul atmosphere permeated the surroundings. The interior of the hollow remained as deathly and oppressive as ever.

Despite having the most advanced anti-corrosion equipment, they still dared not linger. The Filth Breath was extremely malevolent; even if you had the highest ethereal aptitude, you would still suffer greatly if you encountered it.

The advice of the veterans of the defense force still remains in their minds to this day.

Yi Xue, whose senses were fully activated, lived up to expectations and quickly found the familiar remnants of the foul aura. The group continued forward and finally managed to locate the temporary stronghold of the Praise Society from a high vantage point.

The leader in the center of the stronghold was none other than Binghuolingsong, who had broken his ribs a few days earlier and nearly killed him.

The opponent's body swelled up, becoming increasingly robust and ferocious. The foul aura surrounding him was almost materializing. It seemed that the guy had also become much stronger these days.

However... this suits him perfectly.

"All personnel in position, prepare to engage the enemy!"

With Iserd's deep voice giving the order, the battle was about to begin. His mission was now over, but with the battle unfolding right before his eyes, how could he stand idly by?

The Igmenon squad, launching a surprise attack from high ground, had a natural advantage in this battle. The dense and heavy barrage of bullets rendered the worshippers immobile, and with the assistance of Yi Xue, a "god-level support," the battle became one-sided.

Iserld and Will-o'-the-Wisp had finally witnessed firsthand the fighting prowess of the young man before them, a skill that rivaled that of any warrior present.

"This kid, I knew he was such a good fighter."

Gunfire roared and swords flashed. The defeat of one side was inevitable. The evil members of the Praise Society were all captured by the defense forces. Only the leader of the Fire-Bearing Praise Society, whose aura was violent and surging, still stood among the broken walls and ruins.

Iserld raised his hand to signal the entire squad to move forward and finish off the enemy, but was stopped by Yixue in front of him.

"This is my revenge battle, leave it to me."

Iserd understood the determination in the boy's eyes, waved for the entire squad to retreat, and cleared a battlefield for him.

"Holy Son, please become [that one's] vessel and lead us onto the path of salvation..."

Before the battle even began, Binghuo Lingsong knelt down before Yixue, looking extremely devout. Yixue, however, had no intention of listening to his long-winded discourse on faith and redemption, so she drew her Crimson Scale and went to meet him.

"What kind of damn redemption is this? I'll just walk my own path!"

Seeing this, Binghuo Lingsong calmly accepted the challenge, already prepared to cripple the Holy Son and bring him back.

Perhaps he has become stronger, but Yi Xue is also different from before.

Binghuoling Song relied on the self-healing ability and immense strength enhanced by the filthy breath to launch a frenzied attack. Domineering and tyrannical, every move was deadly. The four sword techniques of Yixue circulated in a loop, with flawless defense and sharp sword swings. The powerful explosive force was like the blazing sun. Combined with the unwavering sword heart, he suppressed his opponent in a single exchange.

As the sword flashed, the Foul Breath Shield was shattered by the blazing flames, and the seemingly violent and unsolvable attack was returned to him in full.

After several fierce battles, the outcome has been decided.

The once invincible Binghuo Lingsong collapsed from exhaustion, his body, supported only by his filthy breath, began to crumble, and he had no strength left to fight.

The boy, who had once been on the verge of death, now stood proudly on the battlefield, his thin chest rising and falling slightly as he looked at his enemy with a complex expression.

The grudges of the past will be avenged today.

In other words, Yi Xue won this battle!

Chapter 126 Only Moving Forward

"Cough cough... I lost..."

Binghuoling Song's life had come to an end; his once robust body, now without support, began to gradually collapse.

However, his face, which had been ravaged by the foul air, showed no trace of defeat or dejection, but rather an almost calm sense of relief.

"Such immense power... cough cough, you really are the holy son who inherited power from that great one..."

"So that's how it is... No wonder we couldn't find any trace of you all this time. It turns out you haven't perished... May the Primordial Lord... be forged..."

Hearing the man still preaching his "Original Master" theory on his deathbed, Yi Xue frowned slightly and spoke with a hint of anger.

"You seem to have misunderstood something. I walk my own path, unlike you. All the power I just used was created by humans!"

Yi Xue's voice was very soft, so soft that only the two of them could hear it, yet it was resounding and heavy, like a stone hitting the other's heart.

"What... mere humans..."

"I defeated you, isn't that enough proof?"

Binghuo Lingsong remained silent. Yes, he had lost; nothing could have explained it more directly.

They...praise and worship a vague and ethereal god, relying on the filthy breath bestowed by the god to gain power, indulging in a frenzied faith, willingly becoming twisted puppets, and wielding their knives against their own compatriots.

But in the end, he was defeated by this so-called "holy son who uses human power".

He... gave everything for the First Lord, even his life, but he did not regret it. He believed that even if the Holy Son was now on the opposite side of them, he would surely return to the First Lord's embrace in the future.

However... as the loser, he had lost the right to refute. His own training had failed, and his fate was to dissipate in pain.

"The path you've chosen... will not lead to success..."

"Whether I succeed or not, I will keep going."

"The Praise Society... won't let you off the hook... and Yun too!... Guaaaaah!"

Before he could finish speaking, Binghuolingsong suddenly began to convulse violently. The pain of the filth being forcibly removed from his body had rendered him unable to utter a complete sentence.

But Yi Xue understood that she had only held onto a sliver of hope before, and that as long as he was alive, Yun Kui Mountain would never have a peaceful day.

Looking at Binghuo Lingsong, who was torn between life and death, Yixue slowly drew out the Crimson Scale and unleashed a sword strike, ending his suffering once and for all.

"Ah... Holy Son...May your mercy..."

There was a deathly silence; not even the joy of victory could be felt.