91: Chapter 91 The Tragic Young Master's Nobleman 13

"You are the noble Young Master of the Yunxiao Sect, yet you openly harbor the Demon Race and maintain close private ties with the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm.

Are you not afraid that if this matter spreads, you will face the scorn and crusade of all the major Sects, and even implicate the entire Yunxiao Sect?"

Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner was clearly severely injured, yet he suppressed his wounds and spoke with flickering eyes.

He knew very well in his heart that today's affair had already failed; for now, he could only first disturb Lu Zhan's mind and then look for an opportunity to escape the current predicament.

Beside them, panic and unease surged in Mo Yun's heart. He was truly afraid that his Senior Brother would never pay attention to him again, and he stared fixedly at Lu Zhan with a gaze full of pity.

Lu Zhan seemed to sense this; he turned his head and smiled as if to reassure him, then looked at the Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner opposite him with icy eyes.

"What does it have to do with you? You won't be seeing it anyway."

After speaking, he stepped forward decisively, channeled his spiritual power, and attacked again. His Move was exceptionally sharp, clearly intending to leave the person behind for good.

Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner, seeing that he could not persuade him, could only cope wearily, while his Divine Sense swept rapidly through every item in his storage ring, searching for something to save his life.

Suddenly, as he passed over an inconspicuous little bottle, a look of joy appeared in his eyes. He took it out directly, took Lu Zhan's sword strike head-on, and his body was pierced by the Ling Shuang Sword again.

Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner seized the opportunity to scatter all the medicinal powder from the bottle onto Lu Zhan.

Lu Zhan only felt his body instantly surrounded by a strange fragrance, exuding an unknown allure that made one inhale it involuntarily.

Immediately after, he felt his internal spiritual power surging and an unknown heat rising. Unsure of the situation, Lu Zhan's eyes filled with confusion, and he lost focus for a moment.

Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner seized this opportunity, quickly retreated from the place, and disappeared in an instant.

Mo Yun was on the side, simultaneously breaking the remaining Seal and Restriction while adjusting his breath to heal his wounds; the many wounds on his body had already recovered under the effect of the Medicinal Pill.

Once the Seal was broken, before the great Cultivators of the various Sects arrived, he had to finish off this old demon.

Mo Yun's thoughts were constant, but his gaze remained fixed on Lu Zhan, never moving away.

He only saw Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner raise his hand, and his Senior Brother stood rooted to the spot, unmoving. His eyes were instantly filled with worry, and ignoring the heavily injured Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner who was fleeing, he flew to his Senior Brother's side in a hurry.

"Senior Brother, what is wrong? Are you okay?"

His words were filled with anxiety.

Lu Zhan could not describe how he felt right now; his whole body was uncomfortably surging with heat. He tried to suppress it with spiritual power, but it rebounded even more violently, and at this moment, his head felt a bit dizzy.

"Mo Yun, I feel a bit uncomfortable."

As he spoke, he took a step or two back, and his body could not help but sway slightly. Lu Zhan raised his hand to massage his temples, forcing himself to stay a bit clearer-headed.

"Senior Brother."

Seeing this, Mo Yun called out in a hurry and reached out to support Lu Zhan, immediately sensing that his Senior Brother's body was exceptionally scalding. He carefully sniffed the faint fragrance remaining in the air, and his expression changed drastically.

"Joyous Passion Incense, to think it is such a despicable thing. Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner, you are courting death."

Anger surged in Mo Yun's heart, and Devilish Qi rolled around him; he wished he could tear Heavenly Demon Loose Practitioner into ten thousand pieces.

Joyous Passion Incense is a secret drug meticulously concocted by the people of the Demon Realm; regardless of your cultivation Realm, as long as you touch or inhale it, you will fall into a sea of lust and can only be relieved by release.

In just this short moment, Lu Zhan's breathing had already become much more rapid. The coldness around his body had long since dissipated completely, his fair skin was tinged with spots of crimson, and his eyes were slightly unfocused.

"Mo Yun, Mo Yun..."

The voice was extremely light and low, sounding more like an unconscious call.

"Senior Brother, Mo Yun is here. I will take you away from this place immediately. Please endure it a little longer."

Mo Yun half-carried Lu Zhan, his internal Devilish Qi retracted, and his spiritual power began to circulate. With a wave of his hand, he struck, erasing all traces completely.

Forcibly breaking the last Seal and Restriction within his body, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but Mo Yun did not care about his own state at all.

Regardless of his current appearance or his Senior Brother's current state, it was clearly no longer suitable to go out through the entrance.

Devilish Qi poured out crazily, channeling into the heavenly demon sword. With one sword strike, he tore a crack in the Secret Realm, and Mo Yun took Lu Zhan and escaped.

The crack slowly closed again, as if it had never been torn. The figures of Lu Zhan and Mo Yun had completely disappeared from the Secret Realm, leaving not a trace behind.

After flying for a long time, Mo Yun finally stopped slowly at an extremely hidden and desolate mountain peak.

On Lu Zhan's cold and aloof face, there was currently an exceptionally beautiful crimson flush, just like the brilliant sunset clouds in the sky.

His brows were tightly furrowed, twisted into a knot, as if he were in great discomfort.

On his forehead, crystal-clear beads of sweat rolled down like pearls, dense and numerous, leaving trails of water on his slightly pink skin. In his unfocused eyes, a hint of blood-like redness was faintly visible.

At this moment, he only felt waves of coolness coming from Mo Yun beside him. That coolness seemed to carry a magical power, making him feel incomparably comfortable, and he could not help but lean closer to him, like a traveler who had trekked for a long time in the desert and finally found a clear spring.

"Mo Yun..."

Lu Zhan muttered to himself, his voice low and hoarse, containing full trust and a trace of imperceptible longing.

"Senior Brother, I am here. It will be better soon."

The voice was gentle and firm, carrying a sense of full reassurance.

As he spoke, spiritual power surged around Mo Yun. He gently traced his finger in the Void Realm, and a brilliant light flashed by, directly creating a simple yet spacious Immortal Cave.

Subsequently, he laid down layers of solid Restrictions around it, completely isolating the Immortal Cave from the outside world to prevent anyone from intruding.

After completing these tasks, he half-carried Lu Zhan directly into the Immortal Cave.

With a wave of his hand, a large and magnificent yellow pear wood couch appeared in the Immortal Cave. The couch was covered with soft brocade and emitted a faint, subtle fragrance.

Mo Yun carefully placed Lu Zhan on the couch and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"Senior Brother, I know I am taking advantage of your vulnerability right now. After you wake up, you can punish me however you like, just please don't cast me aside."

His red eyes were filled with shame and unease, but deep within that shame and unease, a trace of strange excitement was faintly revealed; it was a long-suppressed emotion that had finally found an outlet for release.

"Mo Yun, I feel uncomfortable..."

Lu Zhan's voice was extremely low and light, like a falling snowflake, and even more like a murmur from his subconscious.

"Senior Brother, do not rush. I am here, it will be better soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yun climbed onto the couch without hesitation, his movements gentle and slow, as if afraid of disturbing the person on the couch.

Inside the Immortal Cave, the light and shadows flickered, enchanting and lingering, like a beautiful painting.

In that flickering light and shadow, it seemed as if an extremely beautiful flower bud was blooming, fresh and dripping with red, emitting a charming fragrance.

Lu Zhan's brows gradually relaxed, his eyes tinged with an unusual brilliance, and his hands tightly gripped Mo Yun's waist, as if he wanted to merge him into himself, never to be separated again.

From time to time, he would let out a soft groan, a sound of satisfaction, like a well-fed cat lazily napping in the sun.

Mo Yun's brows were tightly locked, like a mountain peak about to collapse. His handsome face was flushed with a peach-pink hue, like a blooming peach blossom.

His red hair was scattered over his back, his eyes were moist, and the corners of his eyes were tinged with red. Combined with the red demonic markings on his forehead, he appeared evil yet alluring, extremely charming!

Sweat kept sliding down his body like strings of pearls, sinking into the couch and leaving trails of water on it.

His legs were taut, like two tightened strings. His straight back trembled slightly, and the veins on his hands slightly bulged as he gripped the back of the couch tightly.

Indescribable soft groans kept spilling from his lips, rising and falling, like a beautiful musical movement echoing in the Immortal Cave.

In that sound, there was both painful discomfort and the release of pleasure.

After a long time, it finally ceased, and the Immortal Cave returned to tranquility, but the ambiguous atmosphere permeating the air lingered for a long time.