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The woman named Liu Rou trembled slightly as she heard the shout from behind her, the Red-Clad Woman. "Senior Sister, as the Fallen Blossom Saintess, if you collude with the Divine Serpent Cult, Master and Shishu will not let you off easily."
"Master?" The Red-Clad Woman chuckled lightly, her demeanor flamboyant and enchanting, her tone dismissive. "Your Consort of Rain is your Master, not mine. Ever since you arrived at Falling Flower Valley, she has targeted me repeatedly. What with your so-called delicate bones and harmonious aura—if it weren't for your little charm, Huang Long Laodao's nonsense about you having an imperial consort's fate would be laughable. Do you really think someone as useless as you could gain their favor?"
The Divine Serpent Saint Child let out a strange cackle, his lips crimson like a serpent's. He approached Liu Rou with an ethereal grace, his tongue flicking in and out like a snake's, ready to ensnare her.
Liu Rou swiftly retreated to the side, her eyes shimmering with blue light. The Divine Serpent Saint Child paused in surprise, nearly falling for her trick.
His eyes widened in astonishment as he praised her, "Little girl, you're quite interesting; you actually understand the art of seduction. In this world, I doubt anyone at the Foundation Establishment level can affect my Divine Sense like you can. If only you would become my Dao partner, our cultivation would surely yield twice the results with half the effort. Hehe."
The Fallen Blossom Saintess snorted lightly and said to the Divine Serpent Saint Child, "All men are no good; don't forget our purpose here!"
Without turning back, the Divine Serpent Saint Child inhaled deeply, his expression intoxicated as he hissed in a serpentine tone, "Little girl, hand over what your Senior Sister wants. I might consider sparing your life."
"I won't give it to you; it's for Master," Liu Rou shook her head, retreating further back with a pitiful look.
"Chirp Chirp!" The Little Beast in Zhao Yang's arms awakened. It seemed to sense something and crawled out of his embrace, tugging at his collar while pointing at Liu Rou in blue attire, urging Zhao Yang to save her.
Zhao Yang had been quietly observing, wanting to understand the situation before intervening. To his surprise, he couldn't see through Liu Rou's true nature. Moreover, he felt a certain aura emanating from her that captivated him and sparked a protective instinct—this was truly strange!
He was a prodigy who could reach Enlightenment at the Qi Refinement Stage; throughout cultivation history, there had been no records of anyone achieving Enlightenment at such an early stage. This demonstrated his steadfast heart of Dao. Yet just moments ago, he felt an impulsive desire akin to playing with fire for the sake of a beautiful woman. Since arriving in this world, aside from being enchanted by the stunning Yu Qingsnow, no one had captivated him so completely at first glance.
Unlike Yu Qingsnow's proud and cold beauty, Liu Rou was tender and adorable—a sight that instantly inspired boundless protective instincts within him. However, this feeling surpassed mere infatuation; it reached a level that could influence one's heart. Zhao Yang considered himself no gentleman but neither was he someone who would be easily swayed by beauty alone. Yet Liu Rou's aura affected him deeply; there must be some reason behind it—something sinister at play—so he decided to remain still and observe.
However, the Little Beast was having none of it. It glared angrily at Zhao Yang before flapping its thin wings and flying down to stand before Liu Rou. It pointed accusingly at the Divine Serpent Saint Child, demanding he keep his distance.
"Where did this annoying little mouse come from?" The Divine Serpent Saint Child flicked his finger lightly, sending the Little Beast flying into a nearby rock formation where it became buried under rubble. Then suddenly his hair grew wildly like countless small snakes wrapping around Liu Rou while a python on his neck flicked its tongue menacingly with blood-red eyes that sent chills down one's spine.
Liu Rou trembled as tears streamed down her face.
Zhao Yang frowned; it seemed this Liu Rou truly had no means of defense. He sighed softly and flew down to stand protectively in front of her, Chaos True Qi swirling around his palm as he repelled the multitude of serpents.
"Divine Serpent Saint Child, we meet again," Zhao Yang said firmly as he stood tall before him with clear eyes and a smile on his lips without looking back.
The Little Beast burst forth from beneath the rubble and angrily flew toward the Divine Serpent Saint Child, shaking its tiny fists and chirping furiously. Zhao Yang caught the Little Beast and held it close; although he knew it was extraordinary, it didn't seem to pose any threat to human cultivators.
"It’s you—the Idiot?" The Divine Serpent Saint Child exclaimed in surprise and delight as he spoke in an odd tone. "You chose not to walk the path to heaven but instead stumbled into hell! I’ve been thinking about how to find you ever since I let you escape that day—how I would make you suffer until death! And yet you dare say that clean and handsome me is unhygienic!" The memory of Zhao Yang publicly calling him unhygienic at the entrance of Haotian Secret Realm surged back into his mind as he suddenly turned fierce.
"I hate snakes. The only reason I'm not attacking you is that I find you disgusting. You'd better disappear right now, and in the future, stay as far away from me as possible," Zhao Yang said with a look of disgust, showing no hint of fear.
"Ha ha!" The Divine Serpent Saint Child chuckled, his long fingers gliding through his flowing long hair. He stroked his pale skin and high, hooked nose, adding, "I find that when I see you, I also have this strange feeling of not wanting to kill you. Being mocked by an idiot like you gives me a different kind of satisfaction. Do you know that countless self-proclaimed geniuses have ended up dead at my hands?"
"If you want to die, go ahead and try," Zhao Yang replied calmly, staring fiercely at the Divine Serpent Saint Child. "If you think glaring at me will scare me, believe me, I’ll gouge out your eyes and use them as fish bait."
"Hahaha." The Fallen Flower Saintess, who had been silent until now, suddenly burst into laughter and said to the Divine Serpent Saint Child, "It seems that not all Foundation Stage Cultivators are afraid of you, aside from the Holy Son of the major sects."
"Shut your mouth!" the Divine Serpent Saint Child snapped as he turned his gaze toward the Fallen Flower Saintess.
"How dare you!" The dozen sword-wielding women beside the Fallen Flower Saintess scolded in unison.
The Divine Serpent Saint Child raised an eyebrow, a glimmer of dark light flashing in his eyes. Instantly, the expressions of those dozen women turned blank, their gazes unfocused.
"Slap yourselves!" The Divine Serpent Saint Child had an extreme aversion to anyone who dared challenge his authority. He looked at the Fallen Flower Saintess and said, "If it weren't for you, your disciples would all be dead at my hands."
The Fallen Flower Saintess remained indifferent to her disciples slapping their own faces. With a flick of her sleeve, she knocked them all unconscious to the ground. Her gaze burned as she looked at Liu Rou behind Zhao Yang and said, "Hand over the item now. Do you really think this pretty boy can save you?"
Liu Rou hesitated, her eyes filled with sorrow as she glanced at the tall and sturdy Bald Boy standing in front of her. Feeling somewhat grateful, she spoke softly, "If you let him go, I'll give you the item; otherwise, I'll destroy it."
The Fallen Flower Saintess pondered for a moment before saying, "Fine."
But the Divine Serpent Saint Child interjected sharply, "No! We kill him and take what we want instead."
After saying this, a flicker of dark light flashed in his eyes again as he stepped forward with an illusionary movement and fixed his gaze on Zhao Yang. "What’s your name?"
"My name is Zhao Yang," Zhao Yang replied truthfully.
The Divine Serpent Saint Child cackled and nodded. "Now dig out your heart." Without even looking back at Zhao Yang, he seemed to hear the sound of Zhao Yang tearing his heart out from his chest—a sound that thrilled him just like all those times before when he had heard others do the same.
Moments later, seeing that Zhao Yang showed no reaction, the Divine Serpent Saint Child felt slightly surprised. He thought Zhao Yang's willpower was stronger than usual and was resisting his control. So he commanded again, "Dig out your heart!"
Zhao Yang slowly raised his hand and placed it over his chest.
"Don't!" Liu Rou's scream rang out from behind him.
Smack!
Zhao Yang struck the Divine Serpent Saint Child across the face with a backhand, sending him flying twenty yards away, landing on the ground with a look of confusion in his eyes.
"How bizarre," Zhao Yang remarked, observing the Divine Serpent Saint Child as if he were a monkey. He then transformed his palm into a massive mountain and brought it crashing down toward the Divine Serpent Saint Child. With a shriek, the Divine Serpent Saint Child turned into countless small snakes that scattered in all directions.
Seeing this, the Fallen Flower Saintess enlarged her Flying Sword a hundredfold in an instant and swung it down at Zhao Yang like a thunderous strike. Zhao Yang stood firm, unflinching, his expression calm as rippling water. He wrapped his hand in Chaotic Qi and met the attack head-on.
Boom!
A deafening explosion shook the ground and split the air, causing Zhao Yang's feet to sink deep into the earth. However, he managed to catch the giant sword in his hand. With a piercing gaze, he lightly scolded, and in an instant, the giant sword shattered into countless fragments, forcing the Fallen Flower Saintess to retreat in shock.
"Who exactly are you?" The Fallen Flower Saintess asked, her face pale as she stared at Zhao Yang. "Are you the unscrupulous monk who injured Youxian Saint Child and led Azure Play Saint to his demise?"
Zhao Yang smiled faintly but did not respond.
Not far away, thousands of small snakes coalesced together, gradually forming the figure of the Divine Serpent Saint Child. He cackled ominously, as if he had witnessed something astonishing.
"This little monk has become so formidable after shaving his head; it's worth my true form getting involved," he chuckled.
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