If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

"Junior brother..."

Yu Jianhuan's eyes were alluring, and she leaned in softly, her warm breath brushing against Mo Chengyue's neck.

"So impatient?"

"We've just escaped danger, and you want to... in a place like this?"

"Snapped!"

Mo Chengyue expressionlessly reached out and slapped her restless hand away.

"Put away your seductive tricks."

"Although you've passed the critical period, healing is still necessary."

"I don't need patients."

Yu Jianhuan pursed her lips.

"A man without any romance."

Despite saying that, she still obediently turned around and sat down with her back to Mo Chengyue.

In this enclosed, safe house, she let down all her guard.

Her smooth, jade-like back shone with an alluring luster under the glow of the luminous pearl.

Mo Chengyue took a deep breath, clearing his mind of all distractions.

He pressed his hands against Yu Jianhuan's back.

The Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Classic operates.

A warm and mellow yet extremely domineering and aggressive pure yang energy surged into Yu Jianhuan's body through their skin.

"Well……"

Yu Jianhuan let out a muffled groan that she could hardly suppress.

It's not just pain.

It also has a tingling sensation deep in the soul.

Mo Chengyue's true essence circulated through her meridians, undergoing a complete cycle.

Their breaths began to mingle.

The temperature was constantly rising in the confined space.

A pink halo swirled around the two of them, transforming the originally gloomy tomb into a place of unparalleled beauty.

Yu Jianhuan's body began to tremble slightly.

Sweat slid down her slender neck, soaking her thin bodice.

She could clearly feel Mo Chengyue's scorching aura gradually repairing her body and filling her void.

The feeling of being filled and nourished gave her an unprecedented sense of dependence.

As long as the man behind me is there.

Even if the sky falls, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Half an hour later.

Mo Chengyue slowly finished his practice.

He looked at Yu Jianhuan, who was slumped on the animal skin, her face flushed and panting heavily, his eyes still clear.

That's all for today.

"This kind of deep healing will take at least ten days."

"Ten days?"

Yu Jianhuan lazily rolled over, lying on her side and looking at Mo Chengyue. Her eyes held the look of a well-fed cat.

"Are we going to stay here for ten days?"

"good."

Mo Chengyue nodded.

"Junior brother..."

Yu Jianhuan suddenly spoke.

The sound was very soft.

It possesses an unusual softness.

"Um?"

Why did you save me?

Yu Jianhuan stared at Mo Chengyue's profile.

"We weren't exactly close before."

"I even... considered using you."

Mo Chengyue remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he said casually:

"Because you are useful."

"On the battlefield between immortals and demons, no one can survive long."

"I need a utility player who can actually fight."

"And you happen to fit the bill."

Yu Jianhuan was stunned.

Then she smiled.

I laughed so hard I almost cried.

"A tool..."

"Junior brother, you really are..."

"That's straightforward enough."

She suddenly reached out her hand.

They grabbed Mo Chengyue's wrist.

"What if one day I'm no longer useful?"

What would you do?

Mo Chengyue looked down at Yu Jianhuan.

The allure of the past was gone from those phoenix eyes.

Only rare seriousness.

"I don't need useless tools."

Mo Chengyue said coldly.

He gently pinched Yu Jianhuan's pretty cheek with his hand.

"I hope that day will never come. And I hope Comrade Yu Jianhuan will not let the organization down!"

......

Ten miles outside the Valley of Broken Souls.

Blood mist filled the air.

Originally, it was a battlefield belonging to the righteous and demonic paths of the human race.

A strange change is taking place right now.

The sounds of fighting on the outskirts continued to deafen.

But on the fringes of the battlefield.

The sound gradually faded away.

That kind of disappearance is not an end.

Instead, it was some kind of extremely sharp blade that severed the vocal cords.

A Blood River Cult disciple had just killed his opponent.

He was bending down to pick up the storage bag with a sinister grin on his face.

"puff."

A soft sound.

There was no pain.

They didn't even detect any spiritual energy fluctuations.

His gaze suddenly began to drop.

That was his head rolling to the ground.

Beside the still convulsing body.

A dark blue figure slowly emerged.

The dark blue armor blended seamlessly with the darkness.

The man was carrying a strangely shaped curved knife.

On the blade.

Warm blood is dripping.

"The third one."

A stiff voice came from behind the mask.

That is the language of ancient demons.

And in the shadows not far from him.

Dozens of figures, also clad in heavy armor, were advancing silently.

They were a pack of hungry wolves who had broken into the sheepfold.

Cooperate tacitly.

The methods were cruel.

There were no unnecessary movements.

All of them are killing techniques aimed at vital points.

"What is that?"

Finally, someone noticed that something was wrong.

A disciple of the Luoxia Sect who was controlling a flying sword screamed in terror.

"Senior brother! Senior brother, where's your head?!"

Fear is contagious.

The scream was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

More and more cultivators stopped what they were doing.

They were horrified to discover.

The outer perimeter of the battlefield has been cleared.

The ground was littered with mutilated corpses.

And those monsters wearing dark blue armor.

They are treading on mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

They gradually approached the center.

"Demons!"

"The demons have entered!"

Someone recognized the origin of these monsters.

His voice trembled.

Fellow Daoists!

"Don't panic!"

A loud shout rang out from the crowd.

An elder from the Qingyun Sect, who was in the mid-stage of the Core Formation realm, stepped forward.

His beard and hair stood on end, and he pointed his whisk at the group of demons, his voice filled with grief and indignation:

"Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts!"

"Everyone, listen up!"

"Stop fighting!"

"Let's set aside our differences between good and evil for now, form an array! Join forces to defend against the enemy!"

"Otherwise, we'll all die here!"

These words were a wake-up call.

In the face of life and death, the human cultivators displayed astonishing decisiveness.

"Listen to the Taoist priest!"

A burly man from the Blood River Cult wiped the blood from his face and stood beside the Taoist priest, carrying a large knife.

"Kill the alien race first!"

"Form the Six Harmonies Grand Formation!"

In the blink of an eye.

With the Qingyun Sect elder at the core, dozens of Core Formation stage cultivators quickly gathered around.

Multicolored spiritual light shot into the sky, and although chaotic, it converged into a massive aura.

This is the essence of the human race.

"That's interesting."

A cold laugh came from above.

The ancient temple stood on a giant rock.

He looked down at the panicked "food" from his high vantage point.

The eyes behind the mask were full of mockery.

Watching a group of pigs trying to resist the butcher's knife.

"Want to form an alliance?"

Gu Sha slowly raised his right hand.

In the palm of your hand.

A jet-black longsword materialized.

On the blade.

The crimson runes flickered wildly.

A suffocating pressure instantly enveloped the entire area.

Demon General, late stage, Great Perfection! Equivalent to the peak of the late stage of Core Formation.

"That's you ants..."

"The biggest illusion."

Before he could finish speaking...

The ancient shaman's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

When it reappears.

He was already standing on top of that Qingyun Sect elder.

"Magic Technique: Prison Severing Slash!"

A black blade flashed, slicing through the sky.

too fast.

It was so fast that even the protective qi couldn't react in time.

"you……"

The elder of Qingyun Sect stared wide-eyed.

He had only raised the sword halfway.

"Click."

The sword broke.

Along with his body.

It was neatly split in two from the middle.

Fresh blood gushed out.

A golden elixir emitting a faint light just flew out.

He was grabbed by a large hand covered in scales.

"This is the quality of the golden elixir."

Gu Sha toyed with the still-pulsating golden elixir in his hand.

The tone was disdainful.

"Too many impurities."

"What a pity!"

He did it in front of everyone.

He handed the Golden Core to a subordinate who was at the peak of the mid-stage Demon Commander realm.

The demon took the blood-soaked golden elixir.

He directly bit the golden pill into pieces.

He swallowed it.

Three breaths later, his cultivation broke through to the late stage of the Demon General realm.