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Zhao Yang was struck down by his own Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Formula, crashing to the ground with a loud thud, unconscious. As a spellcaster, he had experienced relatively few lightning attacks, but even so, the current that coursed through his body had purified and refined his cells and meridians.
No one could have imagined that a cultivator wielding the unparalleled Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Formula would not kill anyone with it but instead end up severely injuring himself.
After hitting the ground, Zhao Yang immediately fainted; such an experience was unbearable for most people.
The tribulation should have been something only those in the Tribulation Period could withstand, yet Zhao Yang managed to endure it with his Divine Transformation Stage cultivation. Although this was not a true tribulation and was significantly weaker than heavenly thunder, compared to the top Thunder Path experts among human cultivators, the power of the Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Formula was enough to annihilate countless peers.
What no one knew was that when electricity passed through the human body, it caused certain damage; cells would rapidly swell from the electric current.
Some peculiar parts of the human body would also expand under the intense stimulation of electricity, and it was well known where men were most prone to such swelling.
At this moment, Zhao Yang's Little Monk was staring blankly at the sky.
Tens of thousands of people watched; some were filled with terror while others were filled with delight.
The Demonesses screamed in fright.
Zhao Yang lay on the ground without a stitch of clothing, surrounded by a crowd. If he were awake at that moment, he would surely wish to become a small blade of grass, just like his Little Monk, gazing up at the sky.
Bai Xi's face turned even redder as she turned away, covering her face and exclaiming, "Oh my goodness, how embarrassing! Is that how men are?"
Soon after, the Demon Empress ordered some people to cover Zhao Yang with a blanket and carry him away to her palace.
The Demon Empress soared into the air and stood beside the Golden Handkerchief that everyone else had intended to seize. She took the handkerchief into her hands and examined it closely before shaking her head.
"This Golden Handkerchief is imbued with powerful and invincible restrictions. It cannot simply be broken; it requires a special person, at a special time or place to unlock it," the Demon Empress murmured. She handed the Golden Handkerchief to Bai Xi, who received it and began to contemplate it quietly. However, after a long time, she found no unusual features.
The Demon Empress had always cherished Bai Xi. There were countless cultivation methods in this world; there was no need to rely on others' techniques or secret arts. She believed that Bai Xi's path aligned perfectly with her own clan's cultivation methods and approached perfection. Having already surpassed the Great Ascension stage, Bai Xi's understanding of Dao differed from ordinary people; he had already achieved perfection on his own path. Thus, he did not care what the Golden Handkerchief was and generously gifted it to Bai Xi.
Holding the Golden Handkerchief, Bai Xi blushed shyly as if she were confessing her feelings to someone she admired. The sight made even the Demon Empress feel a bit awkward.
Yes, no matter how powerful the Cultivation Method is, you don’t know how to crack it or how to learn it, so it’s equivalent to getting a piece of junk. Things in this world have always been like this. The things you cherish are treasures. You don’t care. The stuff is nothing. Bai Xi cherishes the things in her hands, but she doesn’t know what the secret is in Golden Handkerchief. She simply likes such handkerchiefs, and this is the handkerchief that Zhao Yang wants to snatch. A few days later, Zhao Yang woke up from the dim light of dawn. His first reaction was to look down at his lower body. Fortunately, it was still there. He breathed a sigh of relief, and it no longer swelled. He was put on a new one. The clothes look a bit bright. Zhao Yang got up. No matter what happened during his coma, it was over. Zhao Yang would always use such words to comfort himself when he encountered trouble in his previous life. In this life, he no longer needs it. Zhao Yang stroked his forehead and said: "Oh, they are lucky, my perfect body has been exposed." Zhao Yang Before he finished speaking, a Demoness came in with a smile on her face and a hot towel in her hand. When she saw Zhao Yang, she was stunned for a moment, then she ran out with a blush on her face. Zhao Yang didn’t know why, and she didn’t know why. If this happens, his face looks ugly. Could it be that he has a bad stomach? But after a while, the shy Demoness came again. This time her face was still a little frightened, but soon her eyes looking at Zhao Yang became affectionate, like a lover who had not seen each other for many years. The scene of meeting is the same. Demoness saw Zhao Yang looking a little silly, and slowly leaned towards Zhao Yang, and then began to take off one piece of his clothes. Zhao Yang swallowed his saliva and said without knowing why: "What are you doing?" Demoness didn't say anything, and put her white face on Zhao Yang's shoulder. Then she untied the jade belt on Zhao Yang's pants with one hand and put her hand in. Zhao Yang smiled, took Demoness's hand away and said: "Girl, please respect yourself! I'm a serious person!" Demoness heard Zhao Yang's words, and suddenly gasped and moaned, yes , extremely dazzling and ambiguous, with infinite charm, Zhao Yang swallowed his saliva and thought to himself: "Forget it, isn't it enough to sneak in once for twenty years?" However, thinking that the Cultivation world is different from the human world, monks have There are many things to pay attention to. A man's first time is Yuanyang. People who have Yuanyang can make the Cultivation Method they practice more pure and essential when practicing Taoism. The power is even greater, so among monks, there is some talk about marriage, but it is very rare. Generally, genius disciples are not encouraged to get married, because genius disciples have huge potential and will be restrained once they get married. In Cultivation Disadvantageous, not desirable. So Zhao Yang still hasn't handed over his Yuanyang, but the person in front of him is teasing him so much, which makes him feel uncomfortable. After all, he is a normal man, and it is normal to have such needs. Zhao Yang put his wolf hands on the two humps coming from Demoness and pinched them gently. Suddenly, the Sister collapsed in Zhao Yang's arms and let out a sweet moan. , as if someone had suddenly attacked him.
Sister gasped lightly, having become soft in Zhao Yang's embrace after just a gentle squeeze. Her hand instinctively slipped into Zhao Yang's clothing, searching for what she desired. Poor Zhao Yang was about to react, ready to offer his essence, when the door creaked open.
It was none other than the demon clan's Princess Bai Xi.
"What are you doing?!" Princess Bai Xi shouted, glaring at Zhao Yang before casting a fierce look at the Demoness.
"We are truly in love!" the Demoness boldly declared to Princess Bai Xi. Indeed, everyone desires equality; why should some be born as rich heirs while others toil in the fields? Even if a few manage to attend university, the outcomes often remain unchanged.
The demon clan also advocated for free love, so matchmaking was rare. As long as both parties agreed, they could discuss marriage.
It was clear that the Demoness had developed feelings for Zhao Yang.
With someone like Zhao Yang, who had been seen intimately, it was no surprise that women were drawn to him. This particular woman evidently liked Zhao Yang to the extent of being willing to give everything.
"Uh, she fainted. I'm just helping her," the Demoness remained silent while Zhao Yang spoke up first.
Bai Xi shot a glance at Zhao Yang and then glared at the Demoness. "How ridiculous; you're helping someone and ended up in their lap."
Zhao Yang's smile was somewhat forced as he awkwardly pulled Sister's hand from his robe and politely replied, "I’m really sorry."
The Demoness was clearly frustrated that her plans had been thwarted, but no one dared provoke Princess Bai Xi, who was unmatched among her peers and the daughter of the Demon Empress.
"Esteemed Princess, Zhao Yang and I are mutually affectionate; we truly love each other," the Demoness stated firmly, showing just how much she cared for Zhao Yang.
Upon hearing Sister's words, Zhao Yang panicked. "Hey! Don’t slander me! I didn’t even touch you! This mutual affection and true love nonsense is complete rubbish!"
The Demoness felt a chill run through her at his words. She knew her attempt at a reversal might fail, and the consequences of failure could mean death or a return to an ordinary life.
Zhao Yang hadn’t expected anyone would try to frame him like this. Bai Xi spat disdainfully, "What a pair of shameless lovers."
"In this situation, I think it's better not to explain at all." Zhao Yang kicked the Demon Girl cultivator aside.
Bai Xi finally understood how straightforward this person was; if he didn't like something, he would simply kick it away.
For some reason, she felt a bit happy, as if she believed that the one who should be holding Zhao Yang should be her. Zhao Yang sighed, realizing how difficult it was to be a person.
After the Demoness was driven away by Bai Xi and Zhao Yang, Bai Xi took out a golden handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang's eyes lit up. He never expected to obtain it so effortlessly, saving him the trouble of searching everywhere. The golden handkerchief looked exactly like the Golden Handkerchief he had acquired earlier, and the aura on it was very similar.
It seemed that this Golden Handkerchief was also a piece of Imperial Scripture!
Zhao Yang felt excited; it appeared that his Body Refinement divine technique could reach new heights.
All along, whenever Zhao Yan used a fragment of the Imperial Scripture, he became immune to all damage.
Zhao Yang knew that such a method was not perfect, which is why he had been searching for the whereabouts of the next piece of Imperial Scripture. He never expected it to appear on the Heavenly Tree of the demon race.
The power of the Imperial Scripture was mysterious and unpredictable; such Body Refinement divine techniques were rare and hard to come by.
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