Just one glance, and Qin Yu was montarily stunned.
"You—you’re not allowed to look!"
As if sensing Qin Yu’s gaze, Su Xiyue hurriedly tried to cover up her captivating beauty, a scene so breathtaking it could dim the glory of mountains and rivers—yet in this mont it was tinged with fluster and shyness.
Perhaps it was due to her injuries; the turbulent flow of her qi and blood unsettled her, causing a blush to blossom upon her pale cheeks as the panic in her eyes could no longer be concealed.
With her back pressed to the stone wall, her posture bore signs of defense, yet exuded an indescribable weakness and helplessness, like a phoenix fallen from the nine heavens, wings broken, pride and defiance intact, but struggling, she beca all the more delicate and moving.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Do you not want to live?!" Leng Ruyu pressed again.
"Rest assured, Fairy... I’ll be very gentle."
Qin Yu took another step forward.
The appearance and temperant of Fairy Xiyue were the most unique he’d ever seen in any woman.
Though she was so pure, so sacred, one dared not even entertain profane thoughts—still, if Qin Yu claid he felt nothing right now, he wouldn’t be a real man!
People worshipped her, for she was like a fairy among the clouds—only her na was known, her face seldom seen. Over ti, endless mystery and sacredness were bestowed upon her, as if she truly descended from the heavens, untouched by mortal dust.
But now, Qin Yu realized—she is human after all!
Her cultivation is powerful, her talent unmatched, but at her core, she’s still just a girl—capable of fear, of showing emotion.
So.
If she’s human, not a fairy, then why is there no Emotion Point?!
Actually, Qin Yu vaguely guessed Leng Ruyu, that little demoness’s intent—she already had the upper hand, so why insist on having Qin Yu humiliate Su Xiyue?
He’d hardly seen a silver coin on his way out, so how could such a fortunate event fall to him?
Qin Yu even thought, should he really dare pounce on her, it’d be him lying on the ground for sure!
There can only be one explanation.
Su Xiyue must have a trump card—even Leng Ruyu has her misgivings.
She couldn’t be certain, so she wants Qin Yu to probe Su Xiyue.
But Leng Ruyu wants Qin Yu to test Su Xiyue—so too does Qin Yu.
Though his cultivation is humble, incapable of seeing through Su Xiyue’s depths, the fla within him never lies!
Even in this dire situation, the fla still has not absorbed Fairy Xiyue’s Emotion Point.
That proves Su Xiyue still has a hidden move!
She’s just pretending weakness, luring Leng Ruyu into her trap.
"You shaless!"
Seeing Qin Yu use a coaxing tone as if speaking to a little girl enraged Su Xiyue, both furious and embarrassed.
In that instant, she summoned all her strength and swung her sword at Qin Yu, as if venting her emotions.
Qin Yu dodged nimbly, seeming as if he wanted to snatch her sword—but at that mont, Su Xiyue truly seed exhausted, her body unable to support her any longer, and collapsed sideways.
Seeing this, Qin Yu inwardly complained:
Damn, she’s a hell of an actress!
If it weren’t for the lack of Emotion Point, Qin Yu would believe she truly had no strength left.
Still, he dared not point it out.
At this mont, he dared not easily offend either side.
This is the sorrow of the weak!
If only he possessed Golden Core Cultivation right now...
"Fairy, why put yourself through this..."
Qin Yu hadn’t finished speaking when his pupils suddenly constricted.
This Fairy Xiyue, perhaps to play her role convincingly, hadn’t noticed her own attire—in Qin Yu’s vantage point...
He saw a patch of gleaming white.
Hiss!
Who the hell could withstand this?!
His breathing unconsciously beca heavier, and so subtle changes occurred in his clothing.
This was entirely beyond his control!
Anyone in his shoes, faced with such a sacred fairy revealed before them, would not remain unmoved.
"This guy."
Sharp-eyed Leng Ruyu imdiately noticed that odd spot.
Instantly.
This demoness from the Demon Sect couldn’t help but blush, averting her gaze instinctively.
She knew exactly what that was.
Yet, she was surprised—the man before her seed different from those described in Demon Sect books.
Could it be that each man’s constitution differs?!
Leng Ruyu puzzled.
But soon enough, she drove out the impure thought from her mind.
This junior cultivator...
Quite daring!
From the very first eting, he dared kill Immortal Sect disciples—and now he even dares fancy Yunlan Domain’s First Fairy.
Heh!
Perhaps he’s a bit special, but does Su Xiyue look like soone he could covet?
Even if Leng Ruyu didn’t want to admit it, in her heart she placed Su Xiyue as her equal.
A re junior cultivator dares dream of eating swan’s at!
Ridiculous.
Leng Ruyu certainly wasn’t without boundaries.
She was rely probing.
Though she seed to dominate the fight against Su Xiyue, in truth it was not as easy as it appeared—she simply hid it well.
At this mont, she kept up her vigilance.
Seeing this scene, Leng Ruyu’s lips curled in a mischievous smile, "Sister Xiyue, if those so-called righteous fools in Yunlan Domain learned that their First Fairy, whom they revere as flawless, was no longer icy-pure, how amusing would that be?"
Every word cut to the heart!
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Su Xiyue’s body trembled lightly, and she turned to face Leng Ruyu with an icy and resolute gaze: "Even if jade shatters, I will not let you succeed!"
As she spoke, she raised her hand and fiercely struck her own forehead, a gesture aning she’d rather pay with her life to defend her purity and dignity.
To die for one’s conviction!
Qin Yu saw this and his lips twitched—fairies are fairies, even their acting is serious.
Leng Ruyu was stunned too.
Could she succeed so easily?
This so-called First Fairy’s mind is so fragile?
Bzz...
But at that instant of Leng Ruyu’s distraction, Su Xiyue seized the opportunity.
She abruptly tossed out six array plates, their brilliance weaving a silent net, enshrouding the unsuspecting Leng Ruyu.
Then, as the array plates spun, they released dazzling light, instantly forming a crystalline, nearly invisible wall of energy—like a palace suspended in air, illusory yet solid, which tightly imprisoned Leng Ruyu in a small space.
"Su Xiyue!"
This sudden reversal even caught Leng Ruyu off guard; though she had stayed alert, Su Xiyue’s patience surpassed hers!
Leng Ruyu tried to say sothing, but as the array solidified, her voice was cut off from the outside world—she could only continuously bombard the barrier with her ghostly purple flas, seeking to break free.
But clearly, this was Su Xiyue’s life-saving thod—not sothing to be easily broken.
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