115: Chapter 115 The Seven Sages of Kunlun, each with their own unique style…

Her Meridians, originally damaged from forcibly stimulating her Dragon Clan Bloodline, were instantly repaired to a great extent by this influx of Life Qi, and even her internal organs, previously shaken and injured by the Formation, felt a soothing warmth.

But before Xiang Yaocen could figure out where this Life Qi came from, she instantly sensed something was wrong.

Her Dantian had been tightly sealed by a strange, sinister power!

The Spiritual Qi within her body felt as if it had been locked in a cage; no matter how hard she tried to channel it, it was like a stone sinking into the ocean—she could not mobilize even the slightest bit.

It was not just the Spiritual Qi; even her most prized ancient True Dragon Bloodline felt suppressed by something, its Bloodline Power lying dormant deep within her Dantian, unresponsive no matter how she called upon it.

Right now, she was no different from an ordinary woman with no strength to truss a chicken!

Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's beautiful eyes widened instantly, her pupils contracting sharply as she whipped her head around to glare intensely at the figure not far away.

Zhou Liangan was playing with an entirely pitch-black jade pendant in his hand, a mocking, ambiguous curve on his lips as he watched Seventh Master Ao Qingyan with great interest, as if observing some amusing toy.

Seeing that face, Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's eyes instantly turned red, a monstrous rage and hatred churning in her chest, wishing she could rush up immediately and tear this man to shreds.

It was this man!

He had set up the Heavenly Heart Demon Array, schemed against her and Xiuyuan, and trapped her here!

"Zhou Liangan! You scoundrel!" Seventh Master Ao Qingyan gritted her teeth, her voice carrying a bone-chilling coldness, every word squeezed out from between her teeth. "If you want to kill me, just do it! You humiliate me like this and trap me here; one day, if I can escape, I will surely mince you into ten thousand pieces, pull out your tendons, peel your skin, and make you taste the most painful tortures in this world!"

Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's words were fierce and absolute, but in reality, she knew clearly in her heart that she was now fish on a chopping block, with absolutely no room to resist.

The reason she said these harsh words was merely to provoke Zhou Liangan into killing her with a single blow.

She was one of the Seven Sages of Kunlun, a direct descendant of the ancient Dragon Clan, noble by birth, and had been proud her entire life; she had never suffered such humiliation.

Rather than be humiliated by this scoundrel and live in disgrace, it would be better to die and be done with it.

What kind of person was Zhou Liangan?

He saw through Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's little scheme at a glance.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, curling into an evil smile as he slowly stood up from the stone chair and walked towards Seventh Master Ao Qingyan step by step.

"What? Seeking death?" Zhou Liangan's voice carried a faint mockery. "However, this young master has always been frugal and dislikes wasting things. Such a peerless beauty—killing her just like that would be such a pity, right? Naturally, I won't let you die just like that."

Zhou Liangan's words were like a poisoned blade, stabbing fiercely into Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's heart.

Upon hearing this, Seventh Master Ao Qingyan glared at Zhou Liangan, the rage in her eyes almost erupting to burn him to ashes.

She had lived for thousands of years and had never seen someone so shameless and so evil!

"What exactly do you want?!" Seventh Master Ao Qingyan gritted her teeth and shouted angrily.

Zhou Liangan still wore that evil smile as he walked slowly to stand before Seventh Master Ao Qingyan and stopped.

He leaned down slightly, reached out, and used his fingertips to pinch Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's chin, forcing her to look up at him.

Zhou Liangan's fingertips were ice-cold. The moment they touched her skin, Seventh Master Ao Qingyan shuddered violently, as if scalded, and tried desperately to pull away, but her body was pinned by an invisible force and could not move at all, leaving her no choice but to let Zhou Liangan pinch her chin.

"I just love how you can't stand me, yet can't get rid of me." Watching the rage in Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's eyes, Zhou Liangan laughed even more happily, his fingertips applying slight pressure, pinching her chin until it hurt. "Do you know why I injected Life Qi just now to heal your wounds?"

Looking at Zhou Liangan's face, Seventh Master Ao Qingyan felt disgusted to the extreme.

She exerted force and spat a mouthful of saliva fiercely at Zhou Liangan's face.

"Bah! You beast! You are worse than an animal!"

But before her saliva could touch Zhou Liangan's face, it was blocked by an invisible Spiritual Qi barrier in front of him, sliding down the barrier without even touching the corner of his clothes.

The smile on Zhou Liangan's face faded bit by bit.

The hand pinching Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's chin tightened suddenly, crushing her chin until it felt as if it were about to shatter, causing her to frown tightly in pain as cold sweat seeped from her forehead.

The coldness in Zhou Liangan's eyes grew, and his voice turned icy. "Very well! You really don't know what's good for you. Since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, don't blame this young master for being ruthless to a flower."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Liangan raised his other hand and, without the slightest hesitation, slapped her snowy, delicate, and pretty face hard.

"Slap!"

A crisp, loud slapping sound rang out, appearing exceptionally jarring in the vast, cold cave.

Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's face was knocked violently to the side, and a clear, red palm print instantly appeared on her snowy, delicate cheek. The corner of her mouth tore open, seeping a trace of bright red blood.

She was completely stunned.

Having lived for so many years, she was of the Dragon Clan Bloodline and one of the Seven Sages of Kunlun respected by everyone on Kunlun Mountain; let alone being slapped, no one had ever dared to speak a harsh word to her.

Now, she had actually been slapped hard by some junior who had appeared out of nowhere.

Humiliation, anger, and boundless hatred instantly engulfed Seventh Master Ao Qingyan.

Seventh Master Ao Qingyan whipped her head around, her eyes red as if dripping blood, glaring intensely at Zhou Liangan, her teeth clattering as she gritted them, wishing she could pounce immediately and bite his throat off.

But Zhou Liangan acted as if nothing had happened, shaking his hand, and watching Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's angry yet powerless state, he laughed even more happily.

Zhou Liangan spoke slowly, his tone filled with thick malice. "There is still plenty of time; this young master can play with you slowly. Our game has only just begun."

As he spoke, Zhou Liangan moved his mind, his fingertips tracing the void as he opened the System space.

The next second, a black aluminum alloy case appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Zhou Liangan casually placed the case on the stone table nearby and opened it.

Inside the case, a set of professional tattoo equipment was neatly arranged: a wireless tattoo machine, disposable silver needles, black imported ink, and even a fully charged high-capacity power bank—everything was complete. They were all items from modern society, appearing completely out of place in this eerie and strange cave.

In fact, given Zhou Liangan's current strength, he could fully utilize his Spiritual Qi to directly brand a restrictive Slave Mark onto Seventh Master Ao Qingyan, which would be a hundred times more convenient than using this tattoo machine.

But Zhou Liangan just liked the process of using modern tattooing instruments to tattoo the Slave Mark one needle at a time.

Especially watching the silver needle pierce into that snowy, delicate skin, leaving behind dense needle pricks, with black ink seeping in through the holes, bit by bit forming mysterious lines carrying forbidden power—that feeling was like completing a work of art that belonged solely to him, giving him an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Looking at the strange, unfamiliar objects on the stone table, Seventh Master Ao Qingyan felt a strong sense of unease inexplicably rise in her heart, and her delicate body trembled slightly and involuntarily.

Seventh Master Ao Qingyan stared intensely at Zhou Liangan, her voice carrying a trace of imperceptible panic. "Beast! You... what do you want to do?! What are these things?!"

Zhou Liangan picked up the wireless tattoo machine and pressed it lightly with his finger; the tattoo machine immediately emitted a "buzzing" low hum, and the silver needle began to vibrate at high frequency.

Zhou Liangan played with the tattoo machine in his hand, walking step by step to stand before Seventh Master Ao Qingyan, the corners of his mouth curling into an evil smile to the extreme as he spoke slowly: "Have you heard of a Slave Mark?"

"Slave Mark?"

Once these two words were spoken, Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's face turned instantly pale, devoid of any color.

How could she have not heard of a Slave Mark?

With a single thought from the master, the slave would be in agony, their Divine Soul torn apart.

If the master lets the slave live, the slave can live; if the master lets the slave die, the slave must die immediately.

Even the slave's thoughts and will would be slowly eroded by the Slave Mark, eventually turning them into a walking corpse that only knew how to obey the master!

For someone like Seventh Master Ao Qingyan, a direct descendant of the Dragon Clan who was noble by birth and proud to the bone, being tattooed with a Slave Mark was crueler than killing her ten thousand times!

Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's delicate body trembled violently. She twisted her body desperately, trying to break free from the restraints, and screamed hysterically, her voice cracking. "Zhou Liangan! You dare! If you dare to tattoo a Slave Mark on me, my Dragon Clan will absolutely not let you off! Kunlun will also absolutely not let you off! They will surely mince you into ten thousand pieces and make you unable to be reborn for eternity! You dare!!"

Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's voice carried extreme fear and despair, and tears couldn't help but well up.

But the smile on Zhou Liangan's face became increasingly evil and intense.

He leaned down, moved close to Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's ear, and spoke slowly in a voice that only the two of them could hear, his tone filled with thick malice. "Cry, crying also counts as time! Hehehe..."

As his words fell.

Zhou Liangan moved his mind, and an invisible force directly lifted the robe in front of Seventh Master Ao Qingyan, revealing her flat, smooth, snowy, and delicate lower abdomen.

Seventh Master Ao Qingyan let out a desperate scream and struggled desperately, but her body was pinned tightly, unable to move even a single finger, and she could only watch helplessly as Zhou Liangan held the buzzing tattoo machine and reached towards her lower abdomen.

"No! Zhou Liangan! I beg you! Don't! Kill me! Just kill me!"

The usually proud Seventh Master Ao Qingyan finally laid down all her dignity at this moment, pleading with a tearful voice.

She would rather die than be tattooed with such a humiliating Slave Mark and become someone else's slave.

But Zhou Liangan acted as if he hadn't heard, his eyes carrying a kind of almost paranoid focus.

His fingers moved quickly, steady without the slightest tremor.

"Buzz-buzz—"

The low hum of the tattoo machine echoed continuously in the vast cave.

The high-frequency vibrating silver needle precisely pierced into Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's snowy, delicate lower abdominal skin one after another, and the black ink seeped in through the needle holes little by little, leaving behind dense ink-colored marks.

Every time it pierced, Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's body would uncontrollably shudder violently.

It wasn't just physical pain, but a feeling that her Divine Soul was being pricked along with it.

The silver needle was not only piercing Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's skin but also piercing her Divine Soul; every strike felt like it was rawly stripping away her will and pride.

Seventh Master Ao Qingyan bit her lip tightly until it broke, and fresh blood flowed down the corner of her mouth, yet she stubbornly refused to make another sound.

Two lines of clear tears could no longer be controlled, sliding silently from the corners of Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's eyes, smashing onto the cold stone floor and shattering into water splashes.

In her eyes, which originally held boundless rage and unyielding pride, the light now dimmed bit by bit, as they were gradually submerged by despair and sorrow.

Time passed bit by bit, and the buzzing of the tattoo machine never stopped.

A complex, obscure, and mysterious pattern, carrying a strange beauty, slowly took shape on Seventh Master Ao Qingyan's snowy lower abdomen.

Zhou Liangan's eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if he were appreciating a perfect work of art.

The smile on the corner of Zhou Liangan's mouth deepened...

destiny points!

Plunder!

...

At the Peak of Kunlun Mountain, covered in white snow all year round, the sea of clouds surged like immortal waves, and the biting cold Gang wind whistled past, yet it could not disperse the lingering, misty immortal light surrounding this place.

At this moment, six of the Seven Sages of Kunlun, women of peerless grace, were sitting around a stone platform carved from ten-thousand-year cold jade. Immortal light flowed around them, their robes fluttering. Each one possessed a face that could topple cities and ruin states, and their temperaments were refined and unworldly—some cold and glamorous, some gentle and graceful, some charming and delicate, some steady and composed. Each had her own unique charm, and all were top-tier beauties of heaven and earth.

The faint immortal aura swirling around them blended with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi of Kunlun Mountain, sketching a picture like a fairyland. Yet at this moment, there was not a hint of leisure on the faces of the six beauties; instead, they were all shrouded in a layer of heavy gloom.

Standing in front of everyone, Third Sister Xiang Yaocen, who was ranked third among the Seven Sages of Kunlun, knitted her willow-leaf eyebrows slightly. Her clear, beautiful eyes swept across her five sisters beside her, and the gravity in her gaze was almost overflowing.

She possessed a tall and straight figure, with a dignified and imposing temperament. As the third sister, she had always held significant prestige among her sisters. At this moment, she was the first to speak, her voice tinged with a trace of imperceptible anxiety, breaking the silence on the mountaintop. "My sisters, Seventh Master Ao Qingyan has been captured by that scoundrel, and her whereabouts remain unknown. The opponent's methods are ruthless and his actions are erratic. We cannot sit idly by any longer. I wonder if you have any countermeasures?"

As soon as Xiang Yaocen's voice fell, a delicate yet rebellious voice rang out beside her. It was the speaker, ranked sixth, Sixth Master Xian Xuanmu.

She was the youngest among the Seven Sages of Kunlun, with a charming and lively appearance. Her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, revealing the sharpness of a youth. The aura of her Half-step Concentrated Spirit Realm cultivation circulated faintly around her. Although she had not fully stepped into the Ningshen Realm, her Divine Ability had long been practiced to perfection, and her combat power far exceeded that of Cultivators of the same rank.

Sixth Master Xian Xuanmu slapped the cold jade platform with her jade hand, her tone full of indignation and urgency. "Third Sister, what is there to discuss! That scoundrel dared to abduct Seventh Master Ao Qingyan; he simply does not put us, the Seven Sages of Kunlun, in his eyes! Let us six go out of seclusion together, go straight to his door, capture that daring scoundrel, avenge Seventh Master Ao Qingyan, and let the world know that we, Kunlun, are not to be trifled with!"

Sixth Master Xian Xuanmu's personality had always been straightforward and unyielding, and she could not tolerate such humiliation. In her view, with the reputation of the Seven Sages of Kunlun, even if suppressed by the Heaven and Earth Laws, they were by no means comparable to ordinary Cultivators. Dealing with a wild-road Cultivator who had suddenly appeared required no hesitation.

However, after the words fell, Fourth Sister Gongyang Qianfan gently shook her head. She had a gentle and calm temperament, was meticulous, and always acted cautiously. At this moment, she gently rubbed the grain of the cold jade platform with her fingertips. After pondering for a moment, she spoke slowly to dissuade her: "Sixth Sister, we must not act too hastily. This scoundrel you speak of is no ordinary person. I have heard of his name some days ago. This person's background is strange, and his speed of rising is shocking. From beginning to end, in just half a year, he went from a Mortal with no cultivation to the Huagang Realm. Such a cultivation speed, let alone in today's world with thin Spiritual Qi, would be shocking even in the ancient prosperous age. He is truly not to be underestimated."

Fourth Sister Gongyang Qianfan's words made everyone present feel a sinking heart. From a Mortal to the Huagang Realm in half a year—this kind of Heaven-Defying promotion speed had long broken the common sense of cultivation in the world. Behind it must lie unknown secrets, and it also meant that this person's potential and degree of danger far exceeded their imagination.

"Fourth Sister is right. Everything must be planned carefully. Acting rashly will only give people something to talk about, and it is more likely to put Seventh Master Ao Qingyan in danger." A cold and gentle voice followed, spoken by the second-ranked Jimo Henhan.

She opened her vermilion lips slightly, her voice as cold as clashing jade. Her temperament was cold, elegant, and aloof. Her cultivation had also reached the Half-step Concentrated Spirit Realm, making her the existence second only to the eldest sister among the Seven Sages of Kunlun.

But even she was stuck at the Half-step Concentrated Spirit Realm, always missing that final line to reach the true Ningshen Realm, which was difficult to overcome.

It was not that the Seven Sages of Kunlun were unworthy of their name, nor that they were mediocre in Aptitude, but that the Law suppression of this world today was too harsh.

The Earth was no longer the era of the ancient times, when Spiritual Qi was abundant and the Dao flourished. The Heaven and Earth Laws were gradually drying up. Even though Kunlun Mountain was a rare Blessed Land in the world that could gather Spiritual Qi from all directions, the Origin of the Earth still firmly suppressed the strength of Cultivators below the Ningshen Realm. No one could easily break this shackle.

However, within this iron-like rule, there was one unique exception.

That was the leader of the Seven Sages of Kunlun, who sat at the very front of everyone—Huangfu Xiafei.

She was the eldest sister among the Seven Sages of Kunlun and also the one with the most mysterious identity and the deepest cultivation.

Unlike the other six sisters whose main bodies were all in the Kunlun Secret Realm, Huangfu Xiafei's main body was no longer on Earth. It was unknown which of the heavens and myriad worlds she had traveled to. What remained on the Peak of Kunlun Mountain at this moment was merely a negligible split soul of hers.

But even if it was just a split soul, it was enough to sit in command of Kunlun. And her main body's cultivation had long broken through the Ningshen Realm to reach the Peak of the Ningshen Realm, far exceeding all the sisters present.

At this moment, Huangfu Xiafei was wearing a plain white fairy dress, sitting on the main seat of cold jade, her eyes slightly closed, her fairy light restrained. She looked calm and waveless, but there was always a trace of indescribable gravity lingering between her brows.

She did not speak, just quietly listening to the sisters' discussion, her fingertips unconsciously twisting, as if she was deducing something. The pressure emanating from her body, even if deliberately restrained, made the six sisters present feel vaguely awed.

Just as everyone was discussing, the fifth-ranked Yin Zhishan suddenly spoke. Her lively, beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of strange color as she looked at Jimo Henhan beside her, her voice soft but every word clear: "Second Sister, didn't Third Sister already tell us before? That scoundrel who suddenly appeared is destined to be a tribulation for our Kunlun. We cannot avoid it, and we cannot hide from it. Even if we want to retreat now, there is no way back."

Yin Zhishan's words hit the hidden worries in everyone's hearts, and Huangfu Xiafei, who had been keeping her eyes closed, suddenly opened them at this moment.

Her eyes were as clear as cold pools and as deep as the starry sky. The moment they opened, the fairy light on the entire Kunlun Peak seemed to tremble along with it, and a vast will originating from the Peak of the Ningshen Realm quietly spread out.

She sighed faintly, a trace of undisguised helplessness and melancholy appearing on her beautiful face. Her voice, carrying a hint of fatigue, said slowly: "Just now, I cast a divination with my life-bound fairy art. The hexagram shows that this is an extremely ominous hexagram. If the six of us insist on going down the mountain to settle scores with that scoundrel, the outcome is feared to be... unimaginable."

"An extremely ominous hexagram?"

The other five beauties changed color instantly upon hearing this. Their gazes were cast in unison toward Huangfu Xiafei at the head of the seat, their eyes full of shock and disbelief.

Huangfu Xiafei's divination technique was a secret transmission of Kunlun, precise and incomparable, and had never made a mistake. For her to personally say that it was an omen of great misfortune meant that there was absolutely no chance of Luck in this matter.

Xiang Yaocen's heart sank. After pondering for a long time, she could only sigh faintly, her tone full of emotional resonance: "Alas! My Kunlun has stood in the world for ten thousand years, experienced countless storms, and has never had such an unsolvable tribulation. I didn't expect that we would fall into the hands of a Cultivator who suddenly appeared. But if we avoid the world and shrink into the Kunlun Secret Realm, we may not be able to avoid this tribulation. We will eventually have to face it directly."

Huangfu Xiafei nodded slightly, a complex and strange color rising in her beautiful eyes. Looking at the sisters below, she said in a deep voice: "That person hides endless secrets. His cultivation speed, his methods, and his Luck are by no means comparable to ordinary Cultivators. For us to forcibly become his enemy with our current strength is truly unwise and will only waste the Origin Qi of Kunlun in vain."

"But Eldest Sister!" Sixth Master Xian Xuanmu immediately stepped forward, her voice becoming suddenly heavy, and her tone full of unwillingness and anger. "That person not only injured our Kunlun Disciple Xiuyuan, but also cruelly killed Xiuyuan's mother, and now has even abducted Seventh Master Ao Qingyan directly. Such repeated provocations are simply riding on our Kunlun's head to act recklessly! If we, the Seven Sages of Kunlun, do not even dare to fight back against this, and only know how to retreat, I am afraid we will be ridiculed by all the Cultivators in the world, and our Kunlun's ten-thousand-year reputation will be destroyed!"

Sixth Master Xian Xuanmu's words hit everyone's pain point.

The Seven Sages of Kunlun were recognized as the top powerhouses in the world, and Kunlun was the Holy Land of the Cultivation world. Face and reputation were already carved into their blood and bones.

If they swallowed their anger even when Seventh Master Ao Qingyan was abducted, a Disciple was injured, and innocent people were killed, Kunlun would have no place to stand in the future.

Huangfu Xiafei sighed faintly again. She raised her beautiful eyes, slowly swept across the six sisters present, her voice carrying a hint of heaviness, and spoke of deeper hidden worries: "Do you think I don't want to stand up for Seventh Master Ao Qingyan and save face for Kunlun? But you must know that my main body is not on Earth now. What is left here is just a split soul, and the strength I can exert is less than one-tenth, so I cannot fight with all my strength. What's more, the Heavenly Demons from beyond the heavens have long been eyeing us covetously. For the demons from outside the territory and the forces of the heavens, Earth, a planet that has not experienced the tribulation of an era and has a pure Origin, has great attraction. They may cross the boundaries at any time."

"Now that the recovery of Spiritual Qi is imminent, and the Heaven and Earth Laws are about to be reshaped, this is an Opportunity, and even more a catastrophe. The time left for us to improve our strength and protect the Earth is already running out."

Huangfu Xiafei's words exploded in the ears of the six sisters like thunder.

The six of them had lived for endless years, witnessed the changes of the vicissitudes of life, experienced the ups and downs of the world, and their cultivation had long reached the Peak of the Huagang Realm and the Half-step Concentrated Spirit Realm. Their state of mind had long been tempered to be free and indifferent, undisturbed by Mortal affairs.

But hearing the words "Heavenly Demons from beyond the heavens" and "recovery of Spiritual Qi" at this moment, the six of them could not help but look at each other, their faces revealing gravity.

They knew the terror of the Heavenly Demons from beyond the heavens, and they also understood the opportunities and crises brought by the recovery of Spiritual Qi. If they fought to both sides' detriment with that mysterious scoundrel because of momentary anger, in the end, it would only allow the Heavenly Demons from beyond the heavens to reap the benefits. In the end, it would not only be Kunlun, but the entire Earth that would suffer.

The scene fell into a dead silence instantly. The Gang wind on the mountaintop whistled past, blowing up everyone's clothes, but no one spoke again, leaving only heavy breathing, which was particularly clear in the quiet space.

Xiang Yaocen narrowed her eyes, her gaze deep, breaking the silence. "Does Eldest Sister mean to let this matter pass, and no longer pursue the grievances of Seventh Master Ao Qingyan being abducted and Xiuyuan's mother being killed? But even if we want to appease the matter, that scoundrel may not be willing to let us go easily. With his style of doing things, I am afraid he will push further and press step by step."

Her worry was not unreasonable. That scoundrel dared to provoke Kunlun within half a year of rising, with ruthless methods and great ambition. He would never give up just because of Kunlun's concession.

Huangfu Xiafei was silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons. In the end, she raised her eyes to look at everyone and slowly said an idea that shocked everyone: "A head-on collision is by no means a good strategy, and blindly retreating will only bring humiliation upon ourselves. Perhaps we can change our thinking—win him over."

"Our Seven Sages of Kunlun has always been occupied by those who are capable, not fixed. Now that Seventh Master Ao Qingyan has been abducted, the six of us are here, and there happens to be a vacancy. If we can let that person join Kunlun and become one of the Seven Sages of Kunlun, all the problems might be solved."

These words were like a thunderbolt!

The remaining six beauties were all stunned, looking at each other, their eyes full of disbelief.

Win over the enemy who abducted Seventh Master Ao Qingyan and killed the relative of a Kunlun Disciple, and let him join the Seven Sages of Kunlun?

This was simply a fantasy!

But after the shock, looking at Huangfu Xiafei's firm expression, everyone fell into deep thought, starting to carefully ponder the feasibility of these words.

And just as the women on the Peak of Kunlun Mountain were arguing endlessly and were in a dilemma, inside a secret cave thousands of miles away, it was a completely different scene.

The cave was dark and damp.

Zhou Liangan curled his lips into an evil smile, his eyes filled with a trace of wanton comfort and arrogance. One hand tightly grasped the ink-colored, waterfall-like long hair of the woman in front of him, keeping her firmly under his control.

Zhou Liangan looked down at Seventh Master Ao Qingyan, a flash of greed and playfulness in his eyes, and laughed strangely, "As expected of the Seven Sages of Kunlun, as expected of the proud daughter of heaven who possesses the ancient true Dragon Bloodline! Truly a top-grade Human Furnace... Baby~ This young master will treat you well~"

PS: The picture shows Huangfu Xiafei.