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

Under the extreme heat, her once arrogant phoenix eyes had completely lost their former brilliance and focus.

The last vestige of clarity and rationality belonging to the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect, which remained deep in her brain, had been completely destroyed by the frenzied onslaught of the toxins, leaving not a trace.

Lin Miaoyin, who was in a state of complete confusion, closed her eyes in extreme pain, her delicate eyebrows tightly furrowed together.

Her two soft arms, like those of someone about to drown in the deep sea, frantically and aimlessly grasped at straws in mid-air.

The moment her fingers touched the fabric of Jin Qiaoqiao's clothes, an astonishing will to survive erupted from them.

Ten slender, long fingers gripped the demon princess's magnificent neckline tightly, even causing unsightly wrinkles to appear on the fine silk.

Lin Miaoyin's luscious red lips parted slightly, and from the depths of her dry throat, she squeezed out a series of soft, charming, and irresistibly seductive babblings.

"I'm so hot, I feel like I'm burning up from the inside out, please help me."

"Don't leave me here alone, I need... I need my junior brother to come and detoxify me."

Upon hearing such extremely explicit and lewd words, Jin Qiaoqiao's usually cold and arrogant face couldn't help but show a noticeable stiffness and helplessness.

She gazed at the restless woman in her arms, who was writhing wildly, with a complex look of disbelief, as if she were looking at a monster.

Although she tried her best to maintain the solemnity and dignity of the Peacock Clan's eldest princess, the slightly hot and quickly flushed tips of her ears betrayed her inner shyness and unease.

"You crazy woman, do you even know what kind of shameful nonsense you're spouting? Wake up right now!"

Jin Qiaoqiao deliberately lowered her voice and let out a stern shout, trying to intimidate the other party's transgressive behavior.

She attempted to use her high-level demonic power, which carried a psychological deterrent effect, to awaken the other party's remaining rationality.

"Open your eyes wide and look carefully! I'm not your unlucky junior brother who only knows how to take advantage of others!"

The roar, brimming with authority, sounded like a meaningless hypnotic murmur to Lin Miaoyin's dazed ears.

She wouldn't listen to any advice that could represent common sense, blindly following the most primal instincts of life.

She desperately rubbed against the source of the cool demonic energy, which was Jin Qiaoqiao's soft embrace.

She even began to feel that the tattered Taoist robe she was wearing was a cruel constraint that restricted her breathing.

Those burning hands, completely out of control, groped along the edge of the clothes, forcefully pulling at the fabric in an attempt to tear apart this last barrier of modesty.

"It's too hot; this evil fire is going to burn my bones and soul to ashes."

Lin Miaoyin's voice was filled with a deep sense of helplessness and sobbing, and hot tears rolled down her flushed cheeks, making her look extremely pitiful.

"Please help me, please let my junior brother come and hug me, I only want him."

She desperately pleaded with the only person in front of her who could bring her a sliver of coolness, completely regarding Jin Qiaoqiao as Mo Chengyue, the one who could give her a sense of security.

Jin Qiaoqiao's eye muscles twitched uncontrollably; she had never encountered such an embarrassing situation before.

"If you keep acting crazy and moving around like this, I'll just knock you out and leave you here to be carried away by the monsters to fend for yourself."

She warned him fiercely, but she didn't stop the action of channeling life-saving demonic power into her hands.

To prevent the situation from deteriorating further into an irreparable and shameful state, she had no choice but to forcibly withdraw her right hand, which was channeling demonic power.

Using both hands, as if she were restraining a maddened high-level demon beast, she firmly grasped Lin Miaoyin's two slender wrists that were still wreaking havoc.

Using the absolute difference in strength between them, she forcefully crossed and pinned the other person's arms to their chest, leaving them no room to move.

This swift and decisive action narrowly prevented the noble saintess from completely exposing herself in the desolate wilderness.

After completely controlling the persistent, octopus-like troublemaker in her arms, Jin Qiaoqiao finally had the chance to lift her pretty face, which had turned pale with anger.

Her golden, vertical pupils, gleaming with an eerie light, pierced through the layers of dilapidated, dark mist.

Her gaze pierced through the vast distance and settled on the figure ten miles away, who was calmly commanding the slaughter amidst the swirling demonic energy.

Looking at the rational man in the center of the formation, who always seemed to have a clear understanding of all his enemies.

He looked down at the crazy woman in his arms who was recklessly and wantonly demanding dual cultivation.

Jin Qiaoqiao took a deep breath of the cold air, which was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, trying to calm her increasingly rapid heartbeat.

Her tone was a mixture of three parts shock at the scene before her, three parts disgust at the demonic cultivator's despicable methods, and four parts utter speechlessness at this absurd situation.

"He's so busy working up front that he can't even take care of himself, let alone have the time to deal with a useless troublemaker like you."

She gritted her teeth and muttered a few words under her breath, then let out a long sigh filled with existential doubt.

"I'm truly fed up with you human cultivators who keep talking about dual cultivation all the time."

"Are all disciples of your Hehuan Sect usually cultivating in such a wild and unrestrained manner within the sect?"

This low, self-doubting muttering, amidst the swirling, chaotic air around it, possessed a strangely ironic, almost comical, quality.

Mo Chengyue, who was at the very heart of the battlefield, certainly didn't have the time to pay attention to this incredibly embarrassing episode unfolding in his rear base camp.

At this moment, he had completely blocked out all external distractions and poured his immense and tenacious mental energy into the complex workings of the Sun and Moon Sword Formation.

Under the unrestrained and limitless exertion of the three of them, a huge array diagram was formed, interwoven with sharp sword energy and soft, alluring light.

Its rotational strangulation speed was finally pushed to an incredible extreme peak.

The soaring Yin-Yang spiritual energy light completely overwhelmed all the black-gold demonic energy released by the young master of the Heavenly Demon with an extremely tyrannical and crushing force.

Even though he was in a hopeless situation with no chance of survival, the ruthless young master of the Heavenly Demon was still relying on an unimaginable tenacity to put up a final life-or-death struggle against the deadly formation.

Mo Chengyue narrowed his long, sharp eyes slightly. Under the careful concealment of his wide sleeves, his left hand silently activated the Nine Heavens Thunder Control Technique, mobilizing the extraterrestrial divine thunder he had already refined to deliver a fatal blow to the young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

His fingertips moved steadily and firmly, gathering the power of divine thunder.

He was like a seasoned and patient hunter, watching with detached indifference as his prey struggled futilely in the carefully laid trap.

He was not in a hurry to close the net, but quietly waited for the opponent to exhaust their trump cards under extreme pressure, thus exposing that fatal flaw in the final fraction of a second.