577: Mu Xiya and Yang Lingchen

"Stinky brat, you're courting death."

Yang Laiwu roared. Yang Zhaojue had come with him, and if anything happened to him, it would be difficult to explain.

"Old Scoundrel, stop, or I'll strangle him to death."

Yang Lingchen's tone was icy. He grabbed Yang Zhaojue by the throat and held him in front of himself.

Seeing this, Yang Laiwu and the others hurriedly stopped.

"Go to hell!"

Seeing this, Mu Xiya suddenly slashed out two streaks of Sword Qi, instantly slicing through the throats of Yang Lei and Yang Mu.

"You...!"

Despair filled the eyes of Yang Lei and Yang Mu. They truly hadn't expected that they would fall within a small Sect in the East.

Seeing this, a flash of fear crossed Yang Laiwu's eyes. Just a moment ago, combining the strength of the three of them, he had barely managed to gain the upper hand. Now that Yang Lei and Yang Mu had been slain, he alone could not be a match for Mu Xiya.

With no time to think, Yang Laiwu's body moved like lightning, instantly pouncing toward Yang Lingchen.

At this moment, he had only one thought: to take Yang Lingchen away. As for the life or death of Yang Zhaojue, it was no longer within his scope of consideration.

As long as he took Yang Lingchen away, he could obtain the yellow springs diagram. By then, he would only need to find a place to hide.

"Damn it."

Yang Lingchen's expression turned extremely ugly. Without hesitation, he released all the Yin Souls from within the yellow springs diagram and hurled them toward Yang Laiwu, while simultaneously fleeing quickly toward Mu Xiya.

In that instant, ghosts wailed and wolves howled throughout the Void Realm, and gusts of chilling wind blew as countless Yin Souls swarmed toward Yang Laiwu, covering the sky and earth.

Although these Yin Souls could not pose a fatal threat to Yang Laiwu, they were still capable of stalling for time.

Just at the moment the Yin Souls entangled Yang Laiwu, Mu Xiya swung the battle sword in her hand. The Sword Qi tore through the firmament, carrying a dazzling light as it instantly slashed across Yang Laiwu's throat.

"How could I die here?" Yang Laiwu's eyes were filled with disbelief; he truly never expected that he would die in this place.

Previously, in his view, Mu Xiya's strength was at most around the First Layer of the Haotian Realm, but after actually fighting her, he realized that her cultivation level had already reached the Second Layer of the Haotian Realm, and her Combat Power was much stronger than his.

"Pfft...!"

After dealing with Yang Laiwu, Mu Xiya suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Just a moment ago, she had been besieged by the three, and her body had suffered heavy injuries in multiple places.

"Palace Revered Master, are you okay!"

Yang Lingchen hurriedly caught the swaying Mu Xiya, concern showing in his eyes.

"I'm fine. Put the Yin Souls away and help me back," Mu Xiya said, then collapsed into Yang Lingchen's arms.

She didn't know why herself, but the moment Yang Lingchen held her, she felt her whole body go limp, and her heartbeat accelerated crazily.

Although she was heavily injured, it was far from the point where she couldn't stand.

"How embarrassing. This brat's Pure Yang Body really leaves me with no resistance at all!" Mu Xiya thought to herself in annoyance, her stunning cheeks instantly flushing crimson.

Yang Lingchen put away the Yin Souls, then carried Mu Xiya and flew toward her residence.

For some reason, from the moment he held Mu Xiya, he felt a sensation of being drawn in, which made him exceptionally impulsive. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, it was still of no use.

Before long, Yang Lingchen carried Mu Xiya back to her palace.

"Stinky brat! Where are you putting your hands?" Mu Xiya said with a flushed face and a huff.

"Palace Revered Master, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to." Yang Lingchen hurriedly apologized, feeling completely bewildered at this moment.

He had been holding Mu Xiya normally, but somehow, Yang Lingchen didn't know when his hand had moved from under Mu Xiya's armpits to the edge of her fullness.

"I'm a little tired, carry me to the room." Mu Xiya gently rested her head on Yang Lingchen's chest.

"Oh... oh...!" Yang Lingchen nodded hurriedly, then carried Mu Xiya all the way toward the Inner Court of the palace.

Mu Xiya's room was very large and luxuriously decorated. After pushing the door open and entering, a delicate, maidenly fragrance wafted toward him.

Upon entering this room, Yang Lingchen's heart began to stir, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

"Put me down!" Mu Xiya's voice was soft, revealing a hint of a woman's allure.

"Mm..."

Yang Lingchen carried Mu Xiya and walked slowly to the bedside.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen froze. The two were very close. Looking at this stunning, mature woman before him, he involuntarily leaned his lips toward her.

"Stinky brat, what are you trying to do?"

Mu Xiya smiled alluringly. Just as Yang Lingchen's lips were about to kiss her, her silky fingers gently blocked the corner of Yang Lingchen's mouth.

"I... I...! Palace Revered Master, your face seems a bit dirty, let me wipe it for you." Yang Lingchen had a quick idea and used his hand to gently wipe Mu Xiya's face.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" Mu Xiya's lips curled slightly, forming an alluring smile.

"Beautiful!" Yang Lingchen nodded without hesitation.

"Then do you think I'm old?" Mu Xiya used her soft, jade-like hands to gently stroke Yang Lingchen's handsome face.

"How could that be? Palace Revered Master is the most charming woman in this world; you are not old at all." Yang Lingchen said.

"I'm a little tired, get out!" Mu Xiya said coldly.

"Palace Revered Master, please recover well. If there is anything, send me a Sound Transmission at any time." Yang Lingchen calmed his emotions and then walked outside.

"This Stinky brat is really good at flirting! I almost let him get his way!"

Watching Yang Lingchen's retreating figure, Mu Xiya let out a soft sigh, and then her pretty face flushed red as she hurriedly changed her undergarments.

Just as Yang Lingchen walked out of Mu Xiya's palace, he saw Mu Qingcheng walking toward him.

Seeing this, he hurriedly hunched his body over.

"Lingchen, what's wrong with you?" Mu Qingcheng asked.

"Cough... cough, it's nothing, I just got slightly injured while fighting the enemy earlier." After saying this, Yang Lingchen pulled Mu Qingcheng and hurried toward his residence.

"Bastard, it's broad daylight, what do you want to do?" Mu Qingcheng's pretty face flushed red; she naturally knew what Yang Lingchen wanted to do.

"What do you think?"

Returning to his residence, Yang Lingchen kicked the door shut.

Two hours later.

Mu Qingcheng lay quietly in Yang Lingchen's arms and pouted, "Are you harboring designs on my Revered Master?"

"That's not the case." Yang Lingchen's head shook like a rattle-drum.

"Stop pretending. When you came out of Revered Master's place, I noticed something was wrong." Mu Qingcheng said huffily.

"Cough... cough!" Yang Lingchen coughed lightly and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. The Palace Revered Master is an elder. If you keep guessing nonsense, I'll tell the Palace Revered Master."

"Don't, just pretend I was talking nonsense!" Mu Qingcheng said hurriedly; she certainly didn't want to be disciplined by her Revered Master.

Afterward, Mu Qingcheng returned to her own peak, while Yang Lingchen entered the haotian jade space.

The next person to deal with was Yang Zhaojue. Since the other party had sought trouble for him time and time again, he naturally wouldn't let the other party off easily.

"Little Bastard, you're done for! No one in this world can save you. Your identity has already spread to the outside world. It won't be long before you die without a burial place." Yang Zhaojue's eyes were filled with venomous malice.

"Whether anyone can save me, I don't know, but there is one thing I can be sure of: today, no one can save you."

Yang Lingchen's eyes revealed a cold chill, and immediately, he released Yin Soul from within the yellow springs diagram.

"Revered Master." Yin Soul's tone was extremely respectful. Ever since his Soul had been suppressed by the yellow springs diagram, in his heart, Yang Lingchen was his Revered Master.

"This brat has a bit of a foul mouth. How to deal with him, you figure it out yourself." After Yang Lingchen finished speaking, he directly moved a chair and sat down.

"Revered Master, since this brat has a stiff mouth, why not let this Subordinate deal with him?" Yin Soul smiled evilly.

"What do you mean?" Yang Lingchen looked puzzled.

"It means exactly that." Yin Soul chuckled.

"Fine, play however you want, but I have only one requirement, and that is to keep him alive." Yang Lingchen said.

"Revered Master, rest assured, this Subordinate will definitely make him live in this world in pain." After finishing, Yin Soul walked straight toward Yang Zhaojue.

"What are you trying to do?" Seeing Yin Soul walking toward him, Yang Zhaojue couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

"What do you think?"

Yin Soul directly shattered all of Yang Zhaojue's teeth and forcibly pried open his mouth.

"Damn it." Seeing this, Yang Lingchen almost vomited his dinner from the previous night.

With no time to think, he directly transferred Yin Soul and Yang Zhaojue into the yellow springs diagram.

Immediately after, shrill screams rang out from within the yellow springs diagram.

...To be continued!