205: Nie Xiaoyu

"Giggle giggle...!"

"A Pure Yang Body, it truly is a Pure Yang Body of the utmost purity and yang energy. As long as I suck dry his Pure Yang Qi, I will be able to successfully condense a true body."

Not far away, an exquisitely beautiful figure was staring intently at Yang Lingchen.

An extremely fervent light shone in her eyes, as if she were greedily looking at a precious prey.

Of course, at this moment, Yang Lingchen was unaware that he had quietly become the prey others coveted.

"Help! Is anyone there!"

Just then, a beautiful and melodious voice, yet one tinged with a hint of extreme panic, drifted over from afar.

Yang Lingchen frowned slightly, and then his figure moved as swiftly as the wind toward that direction.

When he reached the place where the person calling for help was, he saw a beautiful woman as gorgeous as a flower, hanging high upon a wall, surrounded by countless eerie wandering souls.

This woman's face was filled with terror, her beauty pale with fright, yet it still could not hide her world-toppling, exquisite features, making anyone who saw her feel an instinctive sense of pity.

"Young Master, help me!"

The woman's voice was soft and pretty, yet it conveyed emotions of panic and deep-seated unease.

Yang Lingchen's brow furrowed tightly. He originally wanted to just walk away, but after thinking about it, he decided to save the woman.

After all, in this mysterious and unpredictable Secret Realm, they were both of the Human Race; if he saw someone in danger and did not help, it would indeed be hard to justify by any standard of reason or emotion.

With this thought, the sharp immortal demon sword in Yang Lingchen's hand instantly slashed fiercely toward the surrounding Yin Souls. Suddenly, the light of the Sword Qi flickered brilliantly, and countless Yin Souls were instantly slashed into nothingness.

Feeling the incredibly intense Pure Yang Qi on Yang Lingchen's body, the surrounding Yin Souls immediately scattered in all directions like startled birds, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Young Master, save me!" The woman's voice was extremely weak, and she looked so pitiful that one couldn't help but feel compassion.

"Swish...!"

Yang Lingchen glanced at the woman hanging on the wall and then slashed through the rusty chains binding her with a single strike of his sword.

As the chains were cut and the woman fell, her clothes caught on a sharp iron hook on the wall. Instantly, her clothing was torn to shreds, revealing a large expanse of skin as white as jade.

Yang Lingchen did not look more than necessary, instead asking, "Who are you? Why are you alone in this eerie Ancient City?"

"Thank you for saving my life, Young Master. this servant is Nie Xiaoyu. After entering the Secret Realm this time, I don't know why, but I suddenly appeared here for no reason. Fortunately, I met you, Young Master, otherwise..."

At this moment, Nie Xiaoyu's face was still filled with shock, her exquisite features slightly pale as paper. She looked pitiful and endearing as she slowly leaned toward Yang Lingchen.

"I see. You should leave quickly. It is very dangerous here," Yang Lingchen said, stepping back slightly.

"Young Master, I'm a little scared. Can I follow you?" Nie Xiaoyu looked at Yang Lingchen with a face full of expectation.

"I don't plan on leaving for the time being. Are you sure you want to follow me?" Yang Lingchen asked.

"Mhm... this servant doesn't know why, but as long as I'm by your side, Young Master, I feel especially safe!" Nie Xiaoyu said in a pretty and melodious voice.

"Fine, then just follow," Yang Lingchen said, then began walking forward with large strides.

"Oh!"

Just then, Nie Xiaoyu stumbled and fell directly to the ground. She called out in an extremely weak and delicate voice, "Young Master, can you help me up?"

Yang Lingchen secretly activated his Yin and Yang Eyes and glanced back at the woman, then said in a cold voice, "Alright! Stop acting. I can tell with one look whether or not you have any injuries!"

When he saved the woman earlier, Yang Lingchen already knew she was mostly fine, having suffered at most a slight fright.

Now that Yang Lingchen had taken another look with his Yin and Yang Eyes, he was nearly startled out of his wits.

"Giggle... this servant just wanted to get closer to the Young Master. Why must the Young Master be so cold and distant?"

Nie Xiaoyu's sexy vermilion lips curled into a charming and seductive smile.

"I'm sorry, I have absolutely no interest in 'unclean' things!" Yang Lingchen gave a cold laugh.

"Giggle giggle... I originally wanted to have some fun with you and let you leave this world comfortably. Since you've found me out, then this servant can only use force!"

Nie Xiaoyu's sexy lips let out a laugh as crisp as silver bells, but hearing it made one's hair stand on end and cold sweat pour down.

"I have no interest in f***ing ghosts," Yang Lingchen roared, swinging his sword to slash fiercely at Nie Xiaoyu.

"Bang..."

A bizarre smile curled on Nie Xiaoyu's lips as her figure suddenly turned into nothingness, vanishing from the spot instantly.

Yang Lingchen's expression was incredibly solemn as he held the immortal demon sword and scanned the surroundings warily.

Just then, countless eerie and terrifying Yin Souls rushed frantically toward Yang Lingchen from all directions like a tide.

"Seeking death!"

Yang Lingchen utilized his Fireball Technique, continuously blasting the surrounding Yin Souls with ferocity.

For a time, the entire Ancient City was filled with hair-raising, terrifying howls as countless Yin Souls died under Yang Lingchen's Fireball Technique.

However, the Yin Souls here seemed inexhaustible, pouncing toward Yang Lingchen in a continuous and endless stream.

In the blink of an eye, several hours passed.

"Crap, I'm screwed!"

Under the continuous onslaught of hundreds of thousands of Yin Souls, Yang Lingchen finally couldn't hold out any longer and was pinned roughly to the ground by a group of Yin Souls.

"Giggle... I didn't expect the Young Master's combat power to be so strong. this servant is really looking forward to your combat power in *that* area! You'd better not be a useless silver spear!" Nie Xiaoyu smiled seductively, licking her luscious lips.

"Beautiful lady, humans and ghosts walk different paths! What you're doing will invite heaven's wrath!" With his limbs pinned by a group of Yin Souls, Yang Lingchen's face was pale with terror.

"Heaven's wrath? Giggle...!" Nie Xiaoyu let out a laugh like silver bells and said, "Once I suck you dry, this servant can reshape my Physical Body."

"Beautiful lady, you don't need to suck me completely dry, do you? How about we make a deal? You suck me half-dry and leave me with a breath of life? What do you think?" Yang Lingchen said with a look of helplessness.

"That depends entirely on your combat power. If your combat power is pathetic, then your end will be to be sucked into a dried-up corpse."

Nie Xiaoyu slowly walked to Yang Lingchen's side and casually cast a mysterious Forbidden Art. Instantly, all of Yang Lingchen's power was firmly Sealed.

"All of you, disperse!" As soon as Nie Xiaoyu spoke, the surrounding Yin Souls vanished without a trace.

"You are an Emperor Realm Yin Soul!" Yang Lingchen's eyes showed extreme terror.

From the powerful energy Nie Xiaoyu had just released, Yang Lingchen could see that her cultivation level had reached at least the Great Emperor Realm.

Because only upon reaching the Great Emperor Realm could a body become so real.

"I didn't expect you to have some insight!"

Nie Xiaoyu slowly sat on Yang Lingchen, her slender, jade-like hands gently stroking his cheeks before she slowly brought her lips close to his.

Her movements were very light and awkward, just like a green young girl.

Although she was a Ghost Cultivator, she was now not much different from a human. The only difference lay in reshaping her Physical Body.

Because her current body was merely formed from energy and could not yet be considered a true Physical Body.

Unknowingly, Yang Lingchen found that his hands had involuntarily wrapped around her slender waist, which made him incredibly embarrassed.

"Am I beautiful?" Nie Xiaoyu's voice held a hint of enchantment.

"Screw it, if I die, I die!"

At this moment, Yang Lingchen could no longer endure it.