When passion reached its peak, the bed collapsed.

His cynical smile, his domineering and forceful methods, and the mystery that turned decay into wonder had long transformed into the fiercest poison, branded deep within her Soul.

Tonight, Master's words became the final straw that broke the defense line in her heart.

The defense line completely collapsed.

Lin Yuan looked at the woman before him—breathing heavily, cheeks flushed, like a ripe peach—and said nothing, only beckoned to her, his eyes holding a hint of playful amusement that saw through everything.

Lan Caier bit her red lip, her heart pounding like a drum, and obediently walked to the edge of the bed.

Just as she stood still, before she could speak, her waist tightened.

With a short gasp of surprise, she was pulled down by an irresistible force, tumbling into that broad, firm chest.

“Sneaking into my room in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Did you miss me?”

Lin Yuan's deep voice exploded next to her ear, and the warm breath instantly turned her sensitive earlobe crimson.

“Let us... relive the old dream.”

Silk robes loosened, the moonlight enchanting... In the latter half of the night, the wind stopped and the rain ceased.

Only the steady, satisfied breathing of the two people remained in the room.

Lan Caier curled up in Lin Yuan's embrace, like a cat whose fur had been smoothed, her face showing a satisfied blush and charming exhaustion.

“It's almost dawn. I... I should go back.”

She leaned against Lin Yuan, her voice filled with deep reluctance and a hint of post-coital languor.

“Lie down for a bit longer.”

Lin Yuan wrapped his arm around her smooth, fragrant shoulder, resting his chin on the crown of her head, his voice languid and husky with sleepiness.

Just as the two were enjoying a moment of warmth and tranquility, Lin Yuan's brow suddenly twitched, and he inwardly cursed, “This is bad.”

The warning Formation he had set up outside the courtyard had been triggered!

Moreover, the way the Formation was triggered this time was completely different from Lan Caier's cautious approach.

The newcomer had no intention of hiding their tracks, carrying an icy, familiar aura, and walked straight toward the room.

Lin Yuan swept his Divine Sense out, and the expression on his face instantly became incredibly complicated.

The person who came was none other than Mu Wanqing!

Now... things are going to get lively! Even an Old Hand can crash and burn sometimes?

“Oh no! It's Elder Sister Wanqing!”

Lan Caier also sensed the aura, her body stiffened, and she was so startled she nearly bounced off the bed, becoming completely sober.

She and Mu Wanqing were as close as sisters, and although both now followed Lin Yuan, being caught doing this... it was a massive social death scene, simply too embarrassing!

“It's fine, it's fine... don't panic, technical adjustment.”

Lin Yuan was still leisurely offering comfort, but his face held a wicked grin, enjoying the chaos, while his mind frantically calculated an escape plan.

“No! I grew up with Elder Sister Wanqing. I don't want her to see us like this...”

Lan Caier's eyes reddened with anxiety. She hurriedly struggled free from Lin Yuan's embrace, quickly grabbed her scattered clothes and put them on, her gaze anxiously sweeping the room.

The window? Too late! Mu Wanqing was already at the door!

The closet? Too small to hide in!

Finally, her gaze settled on the space beneath the large bed.

Disregarding all decorum, Lan Caier retracted all her Qi, ducked down, and like a startled fish, dove straight underneath.

The space under the bed was narrow and dark. She had to curl up, making her breathing as light as possible, praying desperately not to be discovered.

Just as she finished hiding, the door was pushed open with a creak.

Mu Wanqing's figure appeared in the doorway.

She had changed into an elegant white dress, and her beautiful face looked like that of an exiled immortal under the moonlight, yet her cool eyes held an imperceptible complexity and resentment.

She had tossed and turned, unable to sleep, her mind filled with Lin Yuan's image. Finally, she couldn't resist and followed her heart, coming over.

Her gaze fell directly upon the man leaning lazily against the headboard, his clothes slightly disheveled.

“I was right next door to you...”

Mu Wanqing's voice carried a hint of grievance and petulance that she herself hadn't noticed.

“Yet you... didn't come to find me...”

Under the bed, Lan Caier heard this, and her pretty face instantly flushed so red it looked like it could drip blood, her heart hammering wildly.

So Elder Sister Wanqing... also... also harbored the same thoughts as me!

While she was lost in thought, she suddenly felt the bed frame above her sink heavily, immediately followed by a familiar aura pressing down.

And then.

The bed began to shake violently and rhythmically.

Accompanying the movement were Mu Wanqing's irrepressible, shy yet enchanting gasps, and Lin Yuan's satisfied chuckle.

Under the bed, Lan Caier's mind went blank. She felt hot all over, filled with shame and anger, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into... At the break of dawn, several massive Hundred-Eyed Venomous Centipedes soared into the sky, carrying the Cultivators of the Five Poisons Sect, transforming into streaks of dark green light, and speeding toward Black Stone City.

On the head of the largest Hundred-Eyed Venomous Centipede leading the way, the atmosphere was so subtle it could freeze a person to death.

Lin Yuan was sandwiched in the middle, with the frosty-faced Mu Wanqing on his right and the slightly red-eyed Lan Caier on his left.

One woman was cool as the moon, the other lively as fire, yet they were surprisingly unified at this moment, turning their heads to look at the rapidly receding sea of clouds, ignoring each other and especially ignoring the culprit between them.

Lin Yuan rubbed his nose, feeling as if he were sitting on pins and needles.

Mu Wanqing's arrival last night was sudden. When passion was intense and the battle fierce, the guest room bed was not sturdy, and at the most crucial moment, accompanied by a groan of being overwhelmed, it collapsed with a crash.

Thus, amidst the dust and smoke, Lan Caier, hidden under the bed, and Mu Wanqing, who had just finished her 'battle,' met eyes.

One was covered in dust, curled up beneath the bed frame, her eyes filled with shock and panic.

The other was disheveled, standing amidst the ruins, her gaze filled with surprise and shame-fueled anger.

The scene was so awkward that one could have used their toes to scratch a Moon Gathering Pagoda out of the ground.

“Ahem,” Lin Yuan tried to break the deadlock, forcing a dry laugh, “Well... ladies, the weather is nice today, isn't it? Look how white those clouds are...”

Two icy glares shot toward him simultaneously, making him swallow the rest of his sentence.

“When a man has some ability, he naturally won't lack beautiful women around him.”

A languid voice came from the front. Ye Youmeng leaned casually on a specially made Poison Scorpion Cushion, glancing back, her captivating phoenix eyes full of knowing mischief.

“However, having many confidantes is either a blessing or a curse; it depends on whether you have the ability to manage them.”

Lin Yuan could only offer a dry laugh, rendered speechless.

Manage them? Last night, he was almost killed on the spot by two pairs of eyes.

Just like that, after flying for most of the day in eerie silence, the Hundred-Eyed Venomous Centipede suddenly slowed down and began to descend slowly.

Doubt appeared in Lin Yuan's eyes.

“Your Divine Senses are weak. I detected intense Spiritual Qi fluctuations a hundred miles away. Everyone conceal your auras and await my command!”

Ye Youmeng's voice rang out beside everyone's ears, having shed its languor and carrying solemnity.

“Yes!”

The Cultivators of the Five Poisons Sect responded in unison, immediately holding their breath and concentrating their minds.

Ye Youmeng took a step, intending to investigate alone, but paused. Her gaze swept over Lin Yuan, and with a flick of her long sleeve, a dense, fragrant breeze enveloped Lin Yuan, instantly pulling him off the centipede's back and carrying him forward at an unimaginable speed.

“So fast! Is this the escape speed of the Nascent Soul Stage?”

Lin Yuan was greatly alarmed. He felt an irresistible immense force wrapping around his entire body. The surrounding scenery blurred into streaks of light, and he couldn't even extend his Divine Sense three feet outside his body. The terrifying power of a Nascent Soul Old Monster was fully displayed.

In the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Ye Youmeng had already carried him a hundred miles away.

“Conceal your aura!”

Without her reminder, Lin Yuan had already operated the Illusion Transformation Art to its maximum, merging completely with the surrounding air, with no Qi leaking out.

Hidden behind a thick layer of clouds, the two looked forward.

They saw that the sky ahead had turned into a chaotic battlefield.

The profound light of Magic Treasures and the spiritual radiance of spells collided wildly, erupting with devastating power that tore the sky into a riot of colors. The deafening roar sounded like rolling thunder, and even from a hundred miles away, it still hurt the eardrums.

In the center of the battlefield, Old Ancestor Xuan Yin was disheveled, appearing like a madman, and was being firmly suppressed by two incomparably beautiful figures.