319: It turns out she was Shen Xinrou

"Rumble... Rumble!"

The violent tremors sounded like thunder, causing thick smoke to billow at the scene. Poisonous smoke instantly permeated the forest, like a thick curtain, shrouding the entire area.

"Stinky brat, do you think you can run away in front of me, Nangong Tianming!"

The young man's face was twisted with anger; his furious expression made his originally handsome face appear somewhat ferocious.

With a flash of his figure, he moved like lightning, rapidly chasing in the direction where Yang Lingchen had disappeared.

His speed was extremely fast, stirring up a gust of wind that dispersed some of the poisonous smoke.

This tall and upright young man was none other than the Heavenly God Palace Core Disciple, Nangong Tianming.

He had always been arrogant and proud, never having imagined that he would suffer a loss at the hands of a seemingly unremarkable brat.

At this moment, Nangong Tianming was absolutely certain that the yuanling ginseng was definitely in the hands of that brat from just now.

His eyes flashed with greed and determination, vowing to catch Yang Lingchen and take back the yuanling ginseng.

Yang Lingchen sped along wildly, his heart beating rapidly and his breathing shallow.

He dared not fly at high altitude because the opponent's speed was clearly much faster than his own; only by utilizing the terrain advantages of the mountain range would he have a glimmer of hope for survival.

Yang Lingchen fled for his life within the mountain range; steep peaks, dense forests, and complex terrain all became his cover.

Whenever Nangong Tianming was about to close in on him, he would throw out a pile of explosive poison pills to hinder the opponent.

"Little Bastard, once This Young Master catches you, I will definitely pull out your tendons and perform Soul Refining on you."

Nangong Tianming's voice was extremely cold, constantly reaching Yang Lingchen's ears like a devil's curse, keeping Yang Lingchen's nerves constantly on edge.

"Fuck, you big idiot, if you want to catch up to me, wait until your next life!"

Yang Lingchen shouted back, his voice filled with anger and unyielding defiance.

After speaking, his figure instantly turned into a blood shadow, disappearing into the depths of the dense forest.

Yang Lingchen knew that with normal running, he could not outrun the opponent, so he had to choose the Blood Escape Technique; although the Blood Escape Technique harmed his blood qi, it was better than losing his life.

The Blood Escape Technique instantly boosted his speed to the limit, his figure like a streak of blood-colored light.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Lingchen appeared on the outskirts of the Heavenly God Mountain Range. At this time, his face was slightly pale; although he had only used the Blood Escape Technique for a moment, he had still lost quite a bit of blood qi.

Yang Lingchen gasped for breath, his sweat soaking through his clothes.

Fortunately, however, he had finally shaken off Nangong Tianming's pursuit.

"Grass smells fragrant, berries are sweet, drinking dew while leaning against a tree."

Thinking of the yuanling ginseng in his haotian jade space, Yang Lingchen felt a wave of relief in his heart. He hummed a little tune as he headed towards the Heavenly God Palace.

At this moment, his mood had relaxed slightly, and his steps became lighter.

Time passed in a flash, and a day went by.

Just as Yang Lingchen was about to reach the Mountain Gate of the Heavenly God Palace, he discovered a familiar figure.

That figure stood gracefully, beautiful enough to topple cities, yet exuded an aura that he couldn't quite fathom.

So he hurried over and respectfully said, "Revered Master, why are you here?"

Hearing the voice, Shen Xinrou hurriedly turned her head. When she saw Yang Lingchen behind her, a flash of cold Killing Intent instantly crossed her eyes.

That gaze was like the frost of midwinter, making Yang Lingchen instantly feel a chill rise from the bottom of his heart.

"Revered Master, you... what's wrong with you?"

Yang Lingchen involuntarily took a few steps back, secretly thinking to himself, "She wouldn't have remembered, would she?"

At this moment, Yang Lingchen's heart began to race, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Revered Master?" A trace of surprise flashed in Shen Xinrou's eyes, and then she grabbed Yang Lingchen's wrist and said, "Come back with me!"

Her voice was cold and resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

At this moment, she had already realized that this brat in front of her must have been taken as a Disciple by her sister.

"Yes, Revered Master." Yang Lingchen frowned; at this moment, he had an ominous premonition.

But he couldn't break free from Shen Xinrou's hand, so he could only obediently follow her.

Just like that, Yang Lingchen followed Shen Xinrou back to Yirou Peak.

After returning to Yirou Peak, Shen Xinrou dragged Yang Lingchen directly into the great hall on the left side of the peak.

This great hall was solemn and majestic, yet it made Yang Lingchen feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"Fuck, she isn't Revered Master!"

At this time, Yang Lingchen also realized, because he remembered Shen Xinyi saying that the great hall on the left belonged to the Martial Aunt, which meant that this woman was not his Revered Master Shen Xinyi, but the woman who had been inside the yin-yang divine coffin.

"Revered Master, I need to relieve myself," Yang Lingchen said tentatively, trying to find an opportunity to escape his current predicament.

"Now that you're here, you still want to run? Don't you think it's too late?"

A flash of cold light crossed Shen Xinrou's beautiful eyes. With a wave of her jade hand, a Cold Iron Chain instantly locked around Yang Lingchen's neck.

The iron chain emitted a bone-chilling cold, as if it wanted to freeze Yang Lingchen's Soul.

"Beauty, what a coincidence!" Yang Lingchen said awkwardly.

At the same time, he struggled secretly, but no matter how hard he tried, he could never break free from this Cold Iron Chain.

The iron chain seemed to have merged with his neck; the more he struggled, the tighter it got.

"Don't waste your energy. This Cold Iron Chain is refined from extraterrestrial cold iron. With your cultivation level, it is impossible for you to break free," Shen Xinrou said with a cold laugh, her eyes filled with mockery and disdain.

"Cough... cough... cough...!" Yang Lingchen felt his neck being strangled until he was almost out of breath. His face turned crimson, and he had difficulty breathing.

He hurriedly said, "Beauty, calm down, have you forgotten? You made a heavenly dao oath; you cannot kill me in this lifetime, otherwise your cultivation level will never be able to advance further in this life."

Yang Lingchen tried to use the heavenly dao oath to make Shen Xinrou have some reservations.

"That's true. Killing you just like that would be letting you off too easily."

Shen Xinrou sneered, and a cold Killing Intent spread from her body, instantly causing the temperature of the entire great hall to drop significantly.

"What exactly do you want?"

Yang Lingchen frowned deeply, his expression becoming incredibly ugly. His heart was filled with fear and anger, but in this situation, he was helpless.

"If I kill you, it's letting you off too easily!"

"If I don't kill you, wouldn't This Young Lady have been played for free by you?"

Shen Xinrou sneered and continued, "From today on, just stay by This Young Lady's side and be a dog."

Her tone was extremely cold, her whole body exuding a biting Killing Intent.

"Beauty, you seem to have gotten one thing wrong."

Yang Lingchen said, attempting to fight for some dignity for himself.

"What thing?" Shen Xinrou asked coldly, her eyes filled with threats.

"It was you who begged me back then, it wasn't me who insisted on that."

Yang Lingchen continued, "Also, I advise you best not to treat me as a dog, otherwise wouldn't that be equivalent to cursing yourself for being... by a dog?"

"You... are courting death!"

A flash of cold light instantly crossed Shen Xinrou's eyes. She pulled out a stick and began to beat Yang Lingchen wildly.

"Whack... whack... whack... whack!"

The sound of the stick making contact with his body rang out continuously, each strike carrying Shen Xinrou's anger and resentment.

After the wild beating, Yang Lingchen's body was covered in blood, with not a single patch of intact skin left. His clothes were already shredded, and fresh blood dyed his body red.

"Hmph!"

"This Young Lady will just consider it being played by a dog, so what?"

Shen Xinrou looked at Yang Lingchen coldly and said, "This dog, are you going to be it or not?"

"It's fine to let me be a dog, but there is one kind of dog that even if you beat me to death, I will not be."

Yang Lingchen said in a firm tone; although he was covered in bruises and wounds at this moment, he still maintained his bottom line.

"What kind of dog?" Shen Xinrou said coldly.

"A simp." Yang Lingchen said earnestly, a hint of stubbornness revealing itself in his eyes.

"Pfft...!"

The originally serious-faced Shen Xinrou couldn't help it for a moment and burst into laughter, her stunningly beautiful face making her look exceptionally enchanting.

This laugh seemed to light up the entire great hall.

"What is your name?"

Shen Xinrou asked, her mood seemingly having improved slightly because of that laugh.

"Yang Lingchen."

Yang Lingchen could only honestly confess; he knew that in this situation, resistance was useless.

"Yang Lingchen? The Lingchen Divine Kingdom in the Black Cloud Realm must have been established by you, right?"

Shen Xinrou asked, a trace of curiosity revealing itself in her eyes.

"Yes." Yang Lingchen nodded slightly, secretly calculating in his heart how to deal with the current situation.

"Very good. From today on, serve by This Young Lady's side for one hundred years, and you must listen to This Young Lady in everything. Can you do that?" Shen Xinrou said coldly, her tone unquestionable.

"One hundred years?" Yang Lingchen frowned and said, "This...! No, that's too long."

"Do you believe that with one word from This Young Lady, I can destroy the Lingchen Divine Kingdom?" Shen Xinrou said, her threat making Yang Lingchen's heart tighten.

"Fine, one hundred years it is. Can you let me go first? I guarantee I won't run away."

Yang Lingchen could only choose to compromise first; he had already planned that once his cultivation level went up, he would slowly deal with this woman.

"If you want me to let you go, that will depend on your performance from now on." Shen Xinrou continued to ask, "Are you Shen Xinyi's Disciple?"

"Yes, Martial Aunt." Yang Lingchen said.

"You are not allowed to call This Young Lady Martial Aunt." Shen Xinrou snapped, glaring fiercely at Yang Lingchen.

"Then what should I call you?" Yang Lingchen asked.

"Just call me Revered Master." Shen Xinrou said coldly.

"Yes, pig-man." Yang Lingchen called out.

"Bang, bang, bang...!"

Shen Xinrou swung the stick and beat him wildly again, her anger ignited once more by Yang Lingchen's slip of the tongue.

"Ah... ah... ah...!" For a moment, Yang Lingchen was beaten and wailed repeatedly, his sounds of pain echoing in the great hall.

A moment later, Shen Xinrou stopped and said coldly, "Don't think This Young Lady doesn't understand. If there is a next time, don't blame This Young Lady for being impolite."

Yang Lingchen dared not speak again, but a raging fire of anger surged in his heart, "Fuck, I will make you lower your arrogant head sooner or later."