"Sect Leader Shangguan alone, I fear, cannot achieve that." Sect Leader Shangguan let out a cold snort, and a sword descended from the sky! He channeled his terrifying Sword Qi into the boundless river waters, transforming the water. It became heavier than mercury, its momentum like the sky collapsing. Each slender stream was a sword! It was common for cultivators above the Tribulation-Crossing Stage to battle for days and nights on end without showing the slightest sign of fatigue. Upon reaching this level, their control over the great forces of heaven and earth was so meticulous that they needed only the slightest bit of Dantian’s Qi to wield the power of the world in battle. However, in this particular battle, heaven and earth did not participate at all. The Sword Sect’s Sword Scripture scorned the need to commune with the great forces of heaven and earth. This displayed the solitary pride unique to swordsmen—a supreme Sword Dao detached from the world. Su Bei’s stroke, the Sovereign Sword Seven that mocked the firmament, exemplified this. —They disdained borrowing opportune moments from Heaven, instead forging them through their own power! As for Evil Cultivators, the Evil Qi within their bodies was something the world itself could not tolerate. Their very existence was already the greatest mercy of the firmament. How could they possibly borrow its might? Su Bei, gasping for breath, held the woman in his arms tightly and leaned against a large rock, observing the terrifying scene unfolding between heaven and earth. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩 The chill from the woman in his arms seeped into his body, causing him to shiver uncontrollably in an instant. Fumbling through his storage ring, he found a First Grade Rejuvenation Pill and placed it in Ji Nanjue’s mouth. Ji Nanjue, held in his arms, was pallid, without a hint of color in her face. Her Spiritual Energy was suppressed by the Evil Qi within her body, making her limp and her consciousness unclear. Her legs were pressed tightly together. Seemingly due to the encounter between extreme yin and extreme yang, her delicate hands uncontrollably began to unfasten her collar. Unfortunately, this was not a dress; the only sound was a crisp rip. The tightly tied black chest wrap was revealed, its full curves trembling. Her phoenix eyes, full of pleading, gazed at Su Bei. Su Bei swallowed hard, trying not to look at Miss Nan Ji in his arms. But it felt as if the woman’s body in his embrace had melted like ice into water. Her slender arms and long, jade-like legs, seeming as if they could wring out juice, were tightly entwined around him. A flush of pink blossomed across the expanse of snowy white, her lips slightly parted... Su Bei’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. He wasn’t trying to be a hypocrite; the current situation simply left no room for such distracting considerations... At the moment, numerous evil spirits were around, and the old man who had suddenly appeared was locked in a desperate battle with the mysterious masked figure who had popped out of nowhere. Miss Nan Ji in his arms was poisoned with Evil Qi; the longer the delay, the greater the impact on her. It was lucky indeed to encounter the old man here! At least it was certain that Miss Nan Ji could be saved... Just as Su Bei was pondering the identity of this mysterious Evil Cultivator, whose strength was definitely beyond the Late Stage of Tribulation-Crossing, he suddenly felt a tightness below his abdomen. He took a sharp, sudden intake of breath. Ji Nanjue’s Divine Sense was completely engulfed by the instincts within her body. Drawn by the extreme yang, she gently caressed Su Bei’s frame. Her ice-blue hair stuck to her cheeks, undulating with an irresistibly seductive softness. ...Her body pressed tightly against Su Bei’s. Su Bei couldn’t help but smile bitterly. He imagined himself as a great monk, remaining composed even with a beauty in his lap, letting her fumble about aimlessly. He gently patted Ji Nanjue’s cheek and whispered by her ear, "Miss Nan Ji, Miss Nan Ji!" "Wake up a little..." Ji Nanjue, however, remained indifferent, her delicate hand continuing to grasp forcefully. Su Bei’s face instantly turned pale then purple. He endured the discomfort in his body, trying to separate her from his embrace... Ji Nanjue let out an unbearable soft sound (...). One jade-like hand moved up from Su Bei’s (...), then tightly covered her own (...). Su Bei had no choice but to grab her hand again. Ji Nanjue twisted restlessly, her face full of painful, unbearable pleading. What exactly is wrong with her? His mind was filled with confusion. He suddenly realized that as the Immortal in his embrace moved, an inexplicable flow of hot Spiritual Energy surged uncontrollably from his Dantian and out of his body. It merged with the chilling yin energy emanating from her. Instantly, Ji Nanjue’s body transformed from icy cold to scorching hot. Then, a drunken flush spread from her snow-white arms to the skin along her jade-like legs. Su Bei took a deep breath, gazing at the devastatingly beautiful woman in his arms, who made him feel somewhat dazed. There are women whose beauty can topple cities. He admitted that from the moment he first saw her unparalleled, city-toppling beauty beneath Unrepentant Cliff, he had etched her face deep within his heart. Back then, he was merely at the Late Stage of Divinity Transformation. She, at the Tribulation-Crossing Stage, seemed utterly unattainable in his eyes. She had casually saved him then. This time, he had saved her. Did this count as repaying that favor? But... that sliver of wonder in Su Bei’s heart—he didn’t want it to shatter just like that. At least he still had some bottom line; he didn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerability. Exploiting her , what was the difference between that and preying on unconscious women in a bar district late at night? He was no gentleman, but what he despised most were those hypocrites who pretended to be. In the truest sense, they had only just met, less than an hour ago, and had exchanged no more than two or three sentences... He watched as a stream trickled down the slippery, icy rocks, flowing continuously into the earth. It was frozen solid by the extreme yin emanating from her, only to be melted back into water by the extreme yang from his own body. And so it repeated, back and forth.