111: Chapter 111 A stunningly beautiful and aloof master, like a fairy! You bastard!

Yu Xiaoshuang stared fixedly at Zhou Liangan not far away, her pupils churning with hatred and disgust that was almost overflowing, as if she were looking at some filth that was dirty to the extreme.

She gritted her teeth so hard that her sharp teeth bit out fine beads of blood on her lower lip. She squeezed the words out through her teeth, one by one. Her voice carried extreme anger and trembling, yet it still revealed a pride in her bones that refused to bend. "Even if I die, I will never let you insult me in the slightest!"

Before her words had completely faded, Yu Xiaoshuang's body swayed violently. Her complexion turned pale as paper at a speed visible to the naked eye, her originally light pink lips were instantly covered with a layer of cyan-purple, and the aura around her body declined rapidly like a punctured air bag.

It turned out that Yu Xiaoshuang had long held the determination to die, and had long hidden a deadly poison under her tongue. The moment she spoke just now, she had already swallowed the poison.

Her internal organs felt as if they had been crushed by a red-hot branding iron. Severe pain instantly swept through her entire body, but Yu Xiaoshuang's eyes were shockingly bright, carrying a sense of relief that she was about to be liberated.

Yu Xiaoshuang stood with her last bit of strength; even though her body had begun to tremble uncontrollably, she refused to show any sign of timidity in front of Zhou Liangan.

But Zhou Liangan, opposite her, saw this scene and, far from having any panic on his face, instead curled his lips into a playful smirk.

He took two steps forward unhurriedly, his boot soles stepping on the cold floor tiles, carrying a heavy sense of oppression.

Zhou Liangan's gaze seemed to carry substance as it swept meaningfully across Yu Xiaoshuang's face, which, even though pale and colorless, remained exquisitely flawless. His tone was airy, carrying undisguised mockery. "Why must you be like this, beauty? Isn't it good to live well?"

"Live?" Yu Xiaoshuang raised her head abruptly. Even though her vision had begun to blur and her ears were buzzing, she still widened her eyes, staring fixedly at Zhou Liangan. Her pupils were tempered with bone-chilling coldness. Using the last bit of strength in her whole body, she roared: "I said it! Even if I die, I will never let you, this beast, touch a single finger of mine! Let alone insult me!"

Yu Xiaoshuang's aura grew weaker and weaker, her breathing as shallow as a dying candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished completely at any moment. Her limbs began to go numb and cold, and her life force was draining away from her fingertips bit by bit, yet her heart felt increasingly light.

As long as she died, she wouldn't have to suffer the humiliation of this madman again, and her pride could finally be preserved.

Zhou Liangan looked at Yu Xiaoshuang's exhausted state; the smile on his face not only didn't diminish, but added a touch of near-insane coldness.

Zhou Liangan took two more steps forward, almost pressing against Yu Xiaoshuang. He looked down at her from a high position, his tone carrying casual indifference. "Do you think you can be liberated by dying? Let me tell you, your life and death, to this young Revered Master, are not worth mentioning at all."

Yu Xiaoshuang looked at the crazy sneer in his eyes, and a chill instantly shot from the soles of her feet to her crown. Her already weak body trembled uncontrollably.

Just at this moment, Zhou Liangan moved his mind, and a round, translucent white Medicinal Pill instantly appeared in his palm. The fragrance of the medicine spread instantly. Even though Yu Xiaoshuang's five senses were currently declining, she could clearly feel the rich power of vitality on this Medicinal Pill.

Life-Prolonging Pill.

This was a miraculous medicine that could sustain a person's last breath; even someone who had already stepped one foot into the gates of hell could be forcibly extended by three days of life if they ate it.

Before Yu Xiaoshuang could react, Zhou Liangan stepped forward violently, reaching out like an iron pincer to grip her jaw tightly.

Yu Xiaoshuang shook her head and struggled desperately, but she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand now. She could only make muffled sounds of resistance, and tears uncontrollably gushed out, falling down mixed with the blood beads at the corners of her mouth.

Zhou Liangan did not hesitate at all, directly forcing the Life-Prolonging Pill into her mouth. He even raised his hand to press on her throat, forcing her to swallow the Medicinal Pill, not giving her even half a chance to spit it out.

"Bastard!!!" Yu Xiaoshuang's eyes widened to round, the anger in her pupils looking as if it were about to burn out.

Yu Xiaoshuang could feel the Medicinal Pill sliding down her throat, and a gentle medicinal power instantly spread out. The life force that was rapidly dissipating was actually forcibly held back, and even the severe pain in her internal organs was alleviated quite a bit.

But Yu Xiaoshuang had no sense of relief at all, only overwhelming anger and despair remained.

Zhou Liangan let go, sneered, and raised his hand to carelessly wipe the tears of Yu Xiaoshuang that had stained his fingertips, his tone carrying undisguised malice. "This Life-Prolonging Pill is a rare treasure that can extend your life by three days."

After speaking, the corners of Zhou Liangan's mouth lifted slightly, hooking into a playful and sinister arc, the madness in his eyes almost overflowing.

Yu Xiaoshuang's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and a strong, ominous premonition instantly overwhelmed her.

She had finally summoned the courage to die, and was finally about to be liberated, but this madman had actually forcibly pulled her back from the gates of hell.

What on earth does this bastard want to do?

Before Yu Xiaoshuang could think too much, Zhou Liangan, without saying a word, directly reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender yet voluptuous waist.

Almost at the same time, the Spiritual Qi that was already scarce in Yu Xiaoshuang's Dantian was instantly sealed tightly by an overbearing force. Let alone resisting, she struggled to even move a finger now, becoming completely a plaything in Zhou Liangan's palm.

"Zhou Liangan! You will die a horrible death!!!" Yu Xiaoshuang still stared fixedly at Zhou Liangan, her eyes full of bloodshot veins, her voice hysterical, carrying extreme hatred and helpless despair, every word sounding as if it had been soaked in blood.

Zhou Liangan looked down at Yu Xiaoshuang's furious yet helpless appearance, sneered, leaned into her ear, and said word by word in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Is that so? Whether I will die a horrible death, I'm afraid you won't see it. As for you, for the next three days, I will let you have a good taste of what it means to be unable to live and unable to die."

destiny points!

Plunder!

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Two and a half days later, deep in the Secret Realm of Kunlun Mountain.

The glaciers that had not melted for ten thousand years stretched across the world. The biting cold wind, carrying snow foam, whistled and shuttled between the continuous ice peaks. Even the sunlight falling on this land carried a bone-chilling cold.

In the ice cave of the Forbidden Ground at the core of the glacier, which should have been the place with the richest Spiritual Qi and most suitable for quiet Cultivation, at this moment, it was filled with a violent aura that was almost condensing into substance.

Qin Xiuyuan stood in the center of the ice cave, his face looking extremely ugly. His originally handsome eyebrows and eyes were twisted into a ball at this moment, his eyes were full of scarlet bloodshot veins, and even his lips were pressed white.

In the past few days, he had not closed his eyes once, let alone calmed down to Cultivate. Since receiving the news that something happened to the Yu Family two days ago, he had felt as if he were being roasted on a fire, every minute and every second passing in extreme agony.

He gripped the special satellite phone in his hand tightly—this was a special model with its signal amplified by Kunlun Spiritual Jade, and only this thing could connect to the outside world in the isolated Secret Realm of Kunlun Mountain.

His fingers were turning cyan-white due to excessive force, his knuckles were crunching, and even his fingertips were trembling uncontrollably. After hesitating for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth and dialed the number he knew by heart.

The phone rang a few times and was quickly answered.

"What the hell is going on?!" As soon as the call was connected, Qin Xiuyuan spoke through gritted teeth in a low voice, the hatred in his voice almost overflowing along the electric waves. "How could that beast suddenly break into the Yu Family? How dare he go and look for trouble with the Yu Family? I told you to watch his movements before, what exactly have you been doing?!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, followed by a long sigh. It was the voice of a young girl, carrying full helplessness and exhaustion.

"Sigh, Xiuyuan, calm down first." The girl's voice paused, her tone carrying undisguised heaviness. "Things have reached this point, saying these things is useless. Please mourn. Zhou Liangan now, has truly become a force to be reckoned with."

"No one is his match?" Hearing this, Qin Xiuyuan gritted his teeth even tighter, his gums even oozing blood, his mouth full of the smell of rust. He slammed a punch into the ten-thousand-year ice wall beside him. With a crisp "crack" sound, the hard ice wall was instantly smashed into dense spiderweb cracks, and fine ice shards fell down. "I don't believe it! I don't believe there is no one in this world who can deal with him! A wild boy who started halfway, just having a little bit of dog-shit luck to get some Opportunity, can he turn the sky upside down?!"

"Xiuyuan, don't be so persistent anymore." The girl's voice added a bit of urgency, and she advised earnestly: "Cultivate diligently on Kunlun Mountain, and never let your mind be disturbed by this person, ruining your own Immortal path. You must know, you are a rare genius in a thousand years, and the road ahead is still long."

She paused, her voice softening, carrying a trace of sobbing: "Brother Xiuyuan, if you insist on fighting him to the death and end up ruining your own Dao Heart, I... I will blame myself for the rest of my life."

Qin Xiuyuan closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently, and in the end, he said nothing and pressed the hang-up button fiercely.

The ice cave fell into dead silence again, with only his heavy panting remaining.

The killing intent all over his body could no longer be suppressed, churning crazily. Even the surrounding dense Spiritual Qi was stirred into a mess by this violent aura, and even condensed into tiny ice shards in the air.

"Zhou Liangan!" Qin Xiuyuan read this name word by word, every word sounding as if it were squeezed out of his teeth, carrying monstrous hatred, roaring almost like a howl: "I must kill you! I will definitely tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

And just at this moment, the satellite phone in Qin Xiuyuan's hand suddenly rang without warning.

The harsh ringing echoed back and forth in the empty ice cave, the expression on Qin Xiuyuan's face stiffened violently, and his pupils contracted suddenly.

This number was his private line, known by only a handful of people. Who could it be, calling at this time?

A extremely bad premonition instantly rose in Qin Xiuyuan's heart. He hesitated for a moment, his finger hovering over the answer button for several seconds, and finally, he gritted his teeth, pressed answer, and put the phone to his ear.

On the other end of the phone, a male voice filled with mockery and arrogance immediately came through, lazy, yet like a poisoned dagger, stabbing straight into Qin Xiuyuan's heart.

"Qin Xiuyuan, long time no see. Hiding in Kunlun Mountain for these three days, you've been living quite comfortably, right?"

Zhou Liangan.

The blood all over Qin Xiuyuan's body instantly rushed to his head, then sank violently. His hands and feet instantly went cold. He gripped the phone tightly, his knuckles almost crushing the body of the phone.

Before Qin Xiuyuan could curse back, Zhou Liangan spoke again: "Oh, that's right, I forgot to tell you something. Your mother, Yu Xiaoshuang, is currently a guest here with me. Tsk, honestly Qin Xiuyuan, your mother is truly something—still charming, and such a fiery temperament. I quite like her."

"Zhou Liangan! Are you fucking looking for death?!" Upon hearing this, Qin Xiuyuan felt his blood run backward instantly. His internal organs felt as if they were being violently squeezed, causing him excruciating pain. He squeezed these words out from his throat, his voice trembling uncontrollably, the killing intent in his eyes so thick it was almost dripping.

"Me, looking for death?" Zhou Liangan sneered on the other end of the line, his tone filled with undisguised disdain. "Based on what you can do, what can you possibly do to me? Your mother is in my hands right now. And you? Aren't you just like a turtle hiding its head, cowering in Kunlun Mountain, not even daring to show your face?"

Zhou Liangan paused, then let out a strange laugh: "But rest assured, I will take good care of your mother for you. Hehehe..."

The unbridled laughter came through the phone, stabbing into Qin Xiuyuan's ears like needles. He felt a buzz in his brain, and a metallic, fishy sweetness surged up from his chest. Unable to control it any longer, with a "pfft" sound, a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed directly onto the ice wall in front of him. The bright red blood splashed across the snow-white ice, blooming like an eerie flower.

"Zhou Liangan!" Qin Xiuyuan leaned against the ice wall to barely steady himself, his whole body shaking. He roared, enunciating every word: "If you dare to touch a single hair on my mother's head, I, Qin Xiuyuan, swear to the heavens that I will tear you to pieces, slice you into a thousand pieces, and ensure you have a miserable death!"

"Oh, oh, oh, I am so scared." Zhou Liangan shouted with exaggerated affectation, his tone dripping with even more mockery. "I am so afraid that you will tear me into pieces and slice me into a thousand pieces. But what can you do? A certain turtle hiding its head seems to only dare to hide in Kunlun Mountain and make empty threats, not even daring to come down the mountain, right?"

Before the words even faded, Zhou Liangan didn't give Qin Xiuyuan any chance to refute, hanging up the phone immediately.

Only the "beep-beep-beep" busy signal remained in the receiver. Qin Xiuyuan stood where he was, his entire aura completely out of control.

Qin Xiuyuan suddenly raised his hand and slammed the satellite phone in his hand hard onto the ground. The specially made casing was instantly smashed to pieces, with parts scattering everywhere.

"Zhou Liangan!!!"

With red eyes, Qin Xiuyuan let out a nearly insane roar and turned to rush out of the ice cave.

There was only one thought in Qin Xiuyuan's mind now—go down the mountain! Go to the capital! Kill Zhou Liangan! Rescue his mother! Even if it cost him his life, he absolutely could not let his mother suffer such humiliation!

But just as Qin Xiuyuan rushed out of the ice cave entrance, his path was blocked by a gentle yet incredibly powerful aura.

This aura was like an invisible wall; no matter how Qin Xiuyuan drove his cultivation, he couldn't take even half a step forward. Even his out-of-control, churning Qi was instantly suppressed into submission.

Qin Xiuyuan looked up abruptly and saw a woman dressed in moon-white long robes standing in the snow at the cave entrance.

The wind and snow of Kunlun howled, but when they reached her side, they automatically swerved away, not even fluttering the hem of her skirt.

She had immortal skin and jade bones, skin like congealed fat, and eyebrows and eyes that were clear and refined. Her beautiful eyes seemed to contain clear springs from a mountain stream. Even though she stood in the ice and snow, she looked like an immortal who had descended from the Nine Heavens, her whole body exuding an Immortal Qi that was untainted by the mortal world. It was none other than the youngest of the Seven Sages of Kunlun, Qin Xiuyuan's Seventh Revered Master, Ao Qingyan.

Seeing Ao Qingyan, the violence in Qin Xiuyuan's eyes instantly receded a little, but his whites were still densely covered in bloodshot veins. His face was still stained with uncleansed blood, and he looked utterly disheveled.

Without the slightest hesitation, with a "thud," he knelt straight down into the thick snow, his knees slamming down and creating two deep pits in the snow.

"Seventh Revered Master!" Qin Xiuyuan lowered his head, his voice hoarse and unrecognizable, filled with a suppressed sob and determination. "I beg Revered Master for permission to let this Disciple go down the mountain! To save my mother!"

Ao Qingyan turned her head, her beautiful eyes fixed on Qin Xiuyuan kneeling in the snow. Her gaze shifted, and her voice was clear and cold, like water flowing under ice, carrying a hint of helplessness. "Get up. I understand your feelings."

Ao Qingyan gently raised her hand, and a soft force supported Qin Xiuyuan, making him stand up involuntarily.

Then, Ao Qingyan slowly spoke, her tone carrying an unquestionable calmness. "But that scoundrel has astonishing Divine Ability, ruthless methods, and his scheming is very profound. He deliberately used your mother as bait to lure you down the mountain. If you go rashly now, it is no different from seeking death, and you will fall right into his treacherous plot."

"But Revered Master!" Qin Xiuyuan raised his head abruptly, a sorrowful expression appearing on his face, his eye sockets red. "That is my birth mother! She is in the hands of that beast Zhou Liangan right now, her life and death uncertain, suffering every humiliation. If I just cower here in Kunlun Mountain and don't even dare to go save her, even if my cultivation is high and my path to Immortal Ascension is smooth, what use is it?!"

Qin Xiuyuan's voice was trembling, every word filled with heartfelt sincerity. "This Disciple Cultivates to protect those around me. If I cannot even protect my own mother, even if I attain the Dao and achieve Immortal Ascension in the future, my Dao Heart will inevitably be left with permanent cracks, and a Heart Demon will grow. I will never be able to advance further in this life! Rather than suffering Qi Deviation in the future, I would rather go down the mountain now. Even if it means death, I must be with my mother!"

Hearing this, Ao Qingyan slowly turned her head. Her beautiful eyes swept casually over Qin Xiuyuan. Her originally gentle gaze instantly became sharp, like two cold swords, looking straight into the depths of his eyes, as if she wanted to see through all his thoughts.

The surrounding wind and snow stopped instantly, and the pressure in the air suddenly increased. Qin Xiuyuan's whole body tensed up, but he still straightened his back, meeting her gaze without flinching. The determination in his eyes did not waver in the slightest.

"Xiuyuan, are you truly determined to do this?" Ao Qingyan spoke slowly, her voice devoid of emotion.

Qin Xiuyuan took a deep breath, bowed deeply to Ao Qingyan, and said every word with resounding clarity: "This Disciple's mind is made up! I hope Revered Master will grant permission! Even if it means death, this Disciple will never regret it!"

Looking at his appearance, Ao Qingyan sighed leisurely, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness. "Sigh. My six Senior Sisters are all in closed-door cultivation, and in all of Kunlun, I am the only one who can handle matters currently. It just so happens that today I was feeling restless and came out of seclusion to clear my mind, and I encountered such a thing."

"Revered Master's kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain, and this Disciple is infinitely grateful." A bitter smile appeared on Qin Xiuyuan's face, and he quickly spoke: "If Revered Master is in a difficult position, this Disciple would never dare to force Revered Master to go with me. This Disciple will go down the mountain alone to deal with that scoundrel."

"Nonsense." Ao Qingyan shook her head slightly, a faint curve appearing at the corners of her mouth beneath her white veil. "Very well. Considering you have some filial piety, and furthermore, I have some history with your Qin Family. A hundred years ago, when I was being hunted by enemies, it was your great-grandfather who stepped in to save me and provided me with shelter. I have always kept this debt of gratitude in my heart. Now that the Qin Family is in trouble, I must repay this debt after all."

Upon hearing this, Qin Xiuyuan was instantly stunned. Then, an undisguised joy erupted on his face. His eye sockets grew hot, and he almost shed tears on the spot. He wanted to kneel again to thank her, but was stopped by Ao Qingyan raising her hand.

"Thank you, Revered Master! Thank you, Revered Master!" His voice trembled with excitement, but then he remembered something, and the joy on his face faded slightly, replaced by a bit of worry. "But Revered Master, that Zhou Liangan has impressive strength and very bizarre methods. Ordinary half-step Ning Shen powerhouses are simply no match for him. If you go with me alone, Disciple is afraid... afraid that it will put you in danger."

Hearing this, Ao Qingyan laughed softly.

This smile seemed to instantly drain the color from the vast wind and snow, and between her brows and eyes carried the pride and confidence of a top-tier powerhouse.

"Those Cultivators in the secular world mostly have floating Foundations, their cultivation forcibly piled up by relying on Heaven And Earth Treasure. How can they compare to us who have long resided in immortal mountains, absorbing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi daily, and cultivating with dedication?" Ao Qingyan spoke slowly, her tone filled with unquestionable confidence. "At that time, even if I am truly not that scoundrel's match, wanting to protect your life and bring you safely back to Kunlun is not a difficult task."

Ao Qingyan naturally had her own pride.

She had cultivated the Dao for one hundred and ninety-three years and possessed a true Dragon Bloodline.

Now, to deal with a junior who was only in his early twenties and only at the second stage of Gang Transformation, if she had to find someone to join forces with, she, being proud and arrogant, would simply be unable to accept it.

Moreover, during this time, Ao Qingyan had long heard other Cultivators from the outside world speak of this Zhou Liangan, saying he had the bearing of a Human Emperor, a heaven-sent talent who, in just one year, grew from an ordinary person to the point of being able to stir up the entire secular world.

She had stayed in Kunlun for over a hundred years and had long since run out of opponents. Now that she had rarely encountered such an interesting junior, she couldn't help but feel a surge of Battle Intent, wanting to see for herself just how much ability this little guy really had.

Thinking of this, a hint of coldness gradually grew in Ao Qingyan's beautiful eyes.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the capital, inside the Yu Family residence.

The once magnificent mansion of the top family in the capital was now in a state of chaos.

Everywhere in the courtyard were traces of fighting: broken weapons, blood-stained bluestone slabs, and even the century-old locust tree in the courtyard had been chopped in half at the waist, its branches and leaves scattered all over the ground. The entire residence was permeated with a thick smell of blood and Death Qi.

The living room was even more of a mess; precious mahogany furniture had been smashed to pieces, and the corpses of several Yu Family guards lay on the floor, their life force long extinguished.

Zhou Liangan sat in the main seat that originally belonged to the head of the Yu Family, crossing his legs, toying with a white jade wine glass in his hand, the red wine inside sloshing gently with his movements.

His gaze fell on the woman tied to a chair in the center of the living room—it was none other than Qin Xiuyuan's mother, Yu Xiaoshuang.

Yu Xiaoshuang's luxurious cheongsam was now torn to shreds. Her body was covered in wounds of varying depths, dried blood hung from the corner of her mouth, and her face was as pale as paper...

PS: The image shows Seventh Master Ao Qingyan.