He's obviously the villain, but the heroine is all for him?

A full half minute passed, and they were still on the scene and had not been teleported away.

"Huh?" Ji Zihui was a little surprised. This had never happened in the previous ten times.

"Is there a bug?"

Tao Ying'er also learned some Blue Star language from Ling Yun, and she really liked to put it into practice, often coming up with some wonderful words.

Ling Yun asked the girls to sit back in their chairs. This kind of thing cannot be rushed. The most important thing at the moment is to adjust your mindset. Long-term high pressure will make people collapse.

The five people continued to wait for more than a minute, at this time a familiar yet unfamiliar female voice came into their ears.

[The Taixuan Realm has performed exceptionally well and can rest and adjust for two days.]

Hearing this, the four girls instantly softened, as if they had been saved.

After a moment, their eyes turned to Ling Yun again.

"You two should take a break." Ling Yun rolled his eyes at them. They were all the type who were both inexperienced and playful. It was true that he enjoyed doing this kind of thing, but there were more important things to do right now. "Don't worry, wait until I finish what I'm doing."

The four girls knew that it was a rare occasion for him to be free, so they did not disturb him. Instead, they left together and walked into the house that had hardly been lived in.

Ling Yun took out a sledgehammer from the space, and then took out a complete set of forging tables. He rolled up his sleeves and put the Ghost-Slaying Sword and the Holy Sword Blank together.

His forging method is completely different from Master Yang's. Master Yang is indeed excellent, but he has only reached the level of emperor through forging. Compared with a true master craftsman, he is a million miles away.

Ling Yun released scorching flames. With the help of the law of fire, the colorless flames distorted the surrounding air, and the steaming nearby objects melted.

The Demon-Slaying Sword did not deform even under such high temperature. Ling Yun continued to maintain the flame output and added the law of disintegration.

The holy sword embryo gradually emitted a dazzling luster under the disintegration rays, and the Ghost-Slaying Sword also gradually trembled under the influence of the dual laws.

The moment the two resonated, Ling Yun found the right opportunity, attached his spiritual energy to them, and forced them to come together. Then he swung the sledgehammer and kept hitting them, trying to fuse them together.

This process was even longer than Ling Yun had imagined. He was so busy that he was sweating all over, his arms were sore and numb, and the fusion was less than half done.

The Divine Craftsman had granted Ling Yun the ability to forge powerful weapons, but even the ironwork must be strong, and without the diamond drill, one cannot handle porcelain work. A Sacred Artifact was not something that could be forged by the Emperor Realm, let alone integrating a Sacred Sword Embryo into an Imperial Weapon. In other words, if Ling Yun had prepared the materials to reforge the Heavenly Evolution Sacred Sword, it would have been countless times easier than it was now. In the same amount of time, he could have put away the Sacred Artifact and returned to have some fun with the four women.

He has feelings for the Demon-Slaying Sword. This sword has accompanied him all the way from Blue Star, and now it is only one step away from becoming a holy weapon.

It also reminded him of a famous paradox - the Ship of Theseus.

Legend has it that before becoming king, King Theseus of Athens sailed to Crete with his warriors, slaying the Minotaur and freeing a group of young boys and girls who had been offered as tribute. To commemorate his achievement, the ship carrying Theseus was named the "Ship of Theseus." Over time, the ship's parts gradually decayed, and new ones were repeatedly replaced, until eventually all of them had been replaced. This raises the question: is this still the original Ship of Theseus? If so, why? If not, when did it cease to be so?

So if the replaced old parts were reassembled into a ship, which one would be the real Ship of Theseus?

Ling Yun pondered philosophical questions while swinging his sledgehammer. He hadn't known when he'd stripped off his black robe, leaving him in only his trousers. Beads of sweat covered his muscular upper body. Even his flawless true form was sweating profusely under the dual radiation of fire and the Law of Disintegration.

His arms were already numb, and he couldn't remember how many times he had hit it. The long sword and the sword blank in front of him gradually stuck together.

when!

With the final blow of the hammer, the Demon Slayer Sword was reborn. Its exterior remained silver-white, devoid of fancy patterns, returning to its original simplicity, looking no different from any other ordinary item.

"Now, you are no longer just a demon-slaying sword." Ling Yun remembered someone's joke, "You are also a demon-slaying sword."

hum~

The blade trembled, this holy sword already had a mind of its own. Unlike other holy artifacts, it was completely devoted to Ling Yun, and no one but him could touch it. Those who dared to touch it would be met with a terrifying power that could tear the world apart!

The power of the Ghost-Slaying Sword is even greater than that of the Mountain-Splitting Axe, but Ling Yun feels that the latter is not yet complete and there is still room for improvement.

Suppressing all his emotions, Ling Yun took off his pants, took out a bucket of water and poured it on himself.

He could certainly evaporate the sweat, but the pleasure of a shower could not be replaced by simple spiritual energy.

Luo Xinyue heard the hammering stop, not knowing whether he had finished the work or was just tired. Just as she was about to come out to check on the situation, she saw this scene.

Just now she had secretly watched Ling Yun forging iron. The masculine swing of the hammer, the muscular and agile posture, and the unparalleled masculine explosive power made her wet with tears, and she quickly looked away.

At this moment, Ling Yun was washing himself naked, and the huge dragon hanging from his crotch made Luo Xinyue's heart beat faster. Somehow, her long legs walked straight to the man and took the small bucket from his hand.

"Let me do it."

She put out a water tank, took a ladle and a towel, scooped up a ladle of water, slowly poured it on Lingyun, and gently wiped him with a towel.

Ling Yun looked down at her movements. People are contagious. Luo Xinyue has been with him for so long, and although her personality is still carefree, she also knows how to love and care for others.

He grabbed the woman's wrist. The soft and elastic touch, which was different from that of other women, made his heart flutter, and he took Luo Xinyue into his arms.

"Why are you out? Why don't you take advantage of this rare break to relax or get some sleep?"

"You're still busy, I can't sleep." Luo Xinyue sniffed the scent of male hormones on him, "Sword, are you ready?"

"With you thinking about me, how can I not fight?"

The man rested his hand on her chin and pecked the corner of her mouth: "Can't wait?"

Normally, Luo Xinyue would retort when hearing such jokes, but today she did not rebel. Instead, she nodded seriously.

"I don't know how much longer I can hold on." Luo Xinyue hugged him tightly and took the initiative to ask for a kiss. "So, I don't want to waste time. I just want to spend my most precious time with you."

"Did you learn these words from Tao Ying'er? They're a bit corny."

Luo Xinyue said dissatisfiedly: "Why, is she the only one who can say such things?"

"Would you like to drink something?"

"Okay."

Speaking of drinking, Luo Xinyue became interested. She really liked drinking, but she needed to maintain her image in front of Ling Yun, so she hardly drank. Even her drunkenness was pretended because she was afraid that he would see her losing her composure.

Ling Yun had a wicked idea and took out the top-quality brew from the Goddess Temple. This brew was so potent that even the goddesses, the embodiment of world consciousness, could get drunk. It had been brewed by Dionysus, the god of wine, over tens of thousands of years. Ling Yun exclaimed at the first sip its potent flavor.

He had not let anyone else taste this good wine, and Luo Xinyue was the first one.

She had no idea how high-quality the wine Ling Yun brought out was. After just one sniff of the aroma, she felt a little intoxicated.

"Good wine!" Luo Xinyue's wine bug was aroused. She snatched the wine cup from Ling Yun's hand without saying a word, put it to her nose and sniffed it again, and immediately felt a little intoxicated.

"This wine..."

"Don't worry, there's still plenty."

The goddesses are still far from being real gods, but they have long lifespans and each has their own duties. The skills they have accumulated over the years are comparable to those of gods.

Among them are Hephaestus, the god of forging, who is slightly inferior to Lingyun, and Asclepius, the god of medicine.

The wine brewed by the god of wine, the wine that was ten thousand years old alone, was piled up as high as a small mountain. Lingyun was reluctant to open most of the finest wines and stored them in the temple of the goddess.

When Luo Xinyue learned that there was plenty of wine, she drank it down in one gulp.

After drinking a glass of wine, she fell down before she could even praise him, and was caught by Ling Yun in time.

"One cup is not enough?"

"No...I...I just...hiccup~"

She burped in an ungraceful manner. She was so drunk that she completely forgot to maintain her manners in front of Ling Yun. She just kept snuggling into Ling Yun's arms and kissing him, and her hands were not very honest.

"Give it to me now...hate it...quickly...use this nasty thing of yours and thrust it in hard...don't just stand there, you were so impatient before..."

Ling Yun smiled. This beauty didn't cry or make a fuss even when she was drunk. She just wanted to sleep with him. It was really strange.

However, Ling has always been cheerful, generous and understanding, so Luo Xinyue was instantly broken through and entangled with him naked.

She lifted one of her alluring legs, which was firmly grasped by the man's large hand, resting on her waist. His huge penis was already erect, aimed at the petals of her forsythia. Ling Yun's other hand clasped her lower back, and with a simple thrust, his huge penis penetrated her flower heart, bringing her boundless pleasure.

Luo Xinyue was trembling with pleasure. Taking advantage of the alcohol, she kept asking for kisses. She hooked her hands around the man's neck. Soon her legs were hanging in the air, crossed on Ling Yun's lower back. She kept moaning under the powerful impact of the other party.

"That's it... Haah... yes... ohhhhh... honey... harder... mmm... you're going to penetrate me, baby... faster... oh no no no... slower... Haang... like last time... make me orgasm..."

The obscene words kept echoing in his ears. Luo Xinyue, who was getting into the mood, no longer cared about the reactions of the other three women and was completely immersed in her own world.

When Tai Shuying first heard this, she thought that Tao Ying'er had gone to find Ling Yun, but then she thought about it and realized that she was sleeping next to her and snoring.

She did not disturb Tao Ying'er, set up a small soundproofing array, and tiptoed out.

Ji Zihui was also sleeping soundly. The sound of the hammer was somewhat harsh. She blocked her hearing and could not hear any sound unless someone called her.

Tai Shuying came outside and was shocked by Luo Xinyue's initiative. She didn't care whether she was peeking or looking at her in a legitimate way. She simply stopped and stared at her.

After being held and fucked by Ling Yun for a long time, Luo Xinyue was placed on the stone table again, and the hourglass roller representing the timing function was buried in the haystack.

Ling Yun hugged Luo Xinyue's waist, and the woman also hugged him tightly. Apart from the continuous movements of her lower body, she didn't want to separate from Ling Yun at all.

Ling Yun's hands slid down her waist, grabbed her firm and plump buttocks, and kneaded them vigorously. The drunk Luo Xinyue particularly liked his action and kissed him more fiercely, her little tongue almost turning out of flowers in the man's mouth.

The man's hard chest was pressed against her huge breasts, and the two red tips touched each other from time to time, arousing her overflowing desire.

Something is wrong, nine out of ten is wrong!

Tai Shuying sensed something was amiss. Even if they loved Ling Yun, they could at least control their desires. After all, they were all top-tier warriors ready to become emperors. No matter how much they indulged in carnal desires, they could maintain a clear mind and avoid being drawn into the boundless flames of lust.

But every time he returned to this courtyard, in addition to replenishing his injuries and mental strength, his desire was increasing, and he urgently wanted to have sex with Ling Yun.

Could it be that this yard is actually a place of testing, and what is being tested is the desires of human nature?

She suppressed this guess in her heart, unbuttoned her dress, and walked slowly towards the man and woman.

In any case, the harmony of yin and yang is the only way to nurture life. No matter how cruel the laws of nature are, all living things have to rely on mating to reproduce, and it is impossible to stop them from doing pleasure.

For more guesses, I’ll tell Ling Yun after it’s over!

Chapter 381 The Fateful Competition

[Due to your outstanding performance, you can now choose to rest. Are you sure you want to continue?]

The ethereal female voice tried to calm Artos down, but the tall, dark red creature opened its huge mouth and laughed wildly.

"Hahahahaha, rest? After not fighting for a moment, all the bones in my body are starting to loosen up."

"continue!"

A dark blue portal appeared in front of him.

[There are beings here who refuse to rest and choose to continue fighting, and their numbers are increasing every moment.]

"it is good!"

Carrying a greatsword, Artos walked into the portal resolutely.

The sky in this area is always dark and the light is not that strong, but it gives Atos the feeling of returning home.

The vast world that gave birth to him is one of the best among many realms, with an exceptionally rich biological population. The Shadow Demon Clan he belongs to is particularly powerful, especially after he fought his way up to the throne of the Shadow King from a lowly minion, almost all other races in the entire realm were slaughtered by this warmongerer.

He doesn't care about the life and death of other races, nor does he even care about the survival of his own race. There is only one idea in his mind, which supports him to climb to his current position.

Kill, kill!

The killing continues!

The sound of the sword cutting through armor and weapons and the blade piercing flesh and blood was simply the sound of nature to him!

The portal behind him closed. Looking at the great emperors who also loved fighting, Artos grinned and swung his sword at the charging gray-robed swordsman...

On the grass of Lingyun Villa, the hourglass that had been lying down returned to the table at some point and started counting again.

But this time the speed was obviously much slower.

However, he did not pay attention to these details as he was taking turns entering and exiting the bodies of the four women. It was not until the five bodies overlapped and rested together that he noticed the hourglass on the table.

He took off Luo Xinyue's beautiful legs and looked at the hourglass that was only half empty.

It was now dawn, and a full day had passed since returning yesterday.

"There's still one day left. By tomorrow morning, I should be able to continue participating in the competition."

He picked up the hourglass, and no matter how he swung it, even if he turned it upside down, the sand would continue to flow against gravity.

This is also a treasure, and its level is probably not low.

As he looked at the hourglass, the woman's voice came into his ears.

"continue?"

Ling Yun looked back at the four women on the ground and shook his head slightly: "No, let them eliminate a group of people first."

The female voice stopped asking questions. Ling Yun sat on the stone bench, gently stroking his sacred Ghost Slayer Sword...

On a vast mountain without any green plants, Artos sat on the top of the mountain with his huge sword beside him.

After two days of non-stop fighting, his body was covered with various scars and his breath was much weaker than before, but he was still full of spirit.

Manna fell from the sky, and all the injuries on his body disappeared.

Artos stood up, holding the hilt of his sword, and looked down at the corpses piled up on the mountain, his heart remaining calm.