Thunder rumbled, and dense dark clouds covered half the sky, like a ferocious beast roaring in anger.
Jiang Yin’s face was grim as she stood motionless above the Blood Pool of the Corpse Cultivators, staring intently at the sinister demonic aura stirring on the horizon.
Today marked the tenth day.
After so many days of effort, the curse entwined around Jiang Yin’s soul had weakened to its limit.
The peacock essence blood was exhausted, and she had absorbed more than half of the Blood Pool’s power.
Today, Jiang Yin used the Eighth-Turn Resurrection Grass, preparing to completely shatter the curse of the Heavenly Demon Halberd.
Under her meticulous calculations, the process of lifting the curse went exceptionally smoothly, with her soul not suffering the slightest damage.
But what she hadn’t anticipated was the Demon Emperor’s “special attention”!
“Yin Sheng…”
Jiang Yin gritted her teeth, her fingers in her sleeve crackling, “Ha! Haha! You actually went so far as to use two divine artifacts, your mind is truly meticulous!”
Behind the curse of the Heavenly Demon Halberd was another layer of spell.
Once uncovered, it would immediately trigger the Soul Execution Disk to summon rolling thunder.
This weak formation was attached to a thread, not directly affecting Jiang Yin, so she hadn’t noticed it all this time.
She had been played.
“But it’s not like I’m completely helpless.”
Jiang Yin’s thoughts moved, and a pitch-black sword appeared out of thin air before her.
The Imprisoning Demon Sword.
During this period, she had nourished the Imprisoning Demon Sword quite a bit, almost half of the flying corpses’ flesh and blood in the Corpse Cultivators’ mansion had been devoured by it, and now it was at its peak strength.
The Demon Emperor had repeatedly used forbidden techniques, burning his essence blood to activate the divine artifacts, his cultivation must have suffered significantly.
Although the thunder this time was formidable, it had not yet reached the level of blood thunder.
If she used the Imprisoning Demon Sword to resist, combined with the vast ghostly aura of the entire Corpse Cultivators’ mansion, it should be enough to withstand it.
“You died by my hand last time, and this time will be no different.”
Jiang Yin coldly gripped the Imprisoning Demon Sword, a dark gleam flashing in her eyes, “If you want to kill me, let’s see how capable you are!”
“Go!”
As the thunder struck down, Jiang Yin unhesitatingly hurled the Imprisoning Demon Sword, determined to turn the dark clouds upside down!
Boom!
A massive explosion erupted in her ears, and waves of terrifying shock hit like heatwaves.
Tang Muxi’s heart pounded fiercely, making it hard for her to stand, almost knocking her to the ground from the impact.
Violent winds swept up dead branches and leaves, swirling chaotically and striking her face.
Tang Muxi, caught off guard, was hit on the head by a thumb-thick branch, causing a swelling bump on the spot.
It hurt a lot, and touching it revealed traces of blood, likely from a scrape.
She wiped the tears seeping from the corners of her eyes, facing the strong wind and rain, and saw another bolt of lightning descend from the sky, like a giant war halberd, plunging fiercely into the mountain rocks.
Boom!
The mountain rocks exploded, turning to dust along with the green bricks and tiles.
The hidden formation was shattered, finally revealing the mansion of the great Corpse Cultivator.
It was a magnificent and grand complex, with green willows planted beside the high towers and pavilions, and a wide Blood Pool at its center.
Unfortunately, the power of the heavenly thunder was too strong.
Just the aftermath alone destroyed half of the buildings, turning the beautiful and elegant scenery into dust in an instant.
In the midst of the raging ghostly aura, a blood-red figure could be seen from afar, surrounded by a pitch-black, inky evil aura.
“Senior Sister!”
Tang Muxi was overjoyed and sped up towards that direction.
She’s okay!
Jiang Yin’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and her body was extremely exhausted.
She vaguely heard someone calling her, but the voice was too faint and was dispersed by the wind.
The heavenly thunder continued.
So far, she had endured more than thirty strikes.
The residual thunder on the Imprisoning Demon Sword kept jumping, occasionally stinging her skin.
But the heavenly thunder showed no signs of stopping, seemingly endless, making it impossible to see the end.
Yin Sheng was truly ruthless, forcibly activating the divine artifact for so long, who knows how much essence blood he had expended.
Judging by the current situation, his cultivation level must have at least dropped by one major realm!
Yet he still wouldn’t give up, clearly hating her to the bone.
“Fine, fine!”
Jiang Yin laughed uncontrollably, a vicious killing intent flashing in her eyes.
“Today, I’ll fight you to the death!”
Jiang Yin’s hands moved rapidly, ancient runic spells danced at her fingertips, and the Imprisoning Demon Sword kept growing larger, eventually reaching a height of a hundred feet.
The pitch-black giant blade stood in the air, no longer emitting evil aura, but instead violently tearing at all surrounding forces like a vortex!
Jiang Yin plunged it into the entire mansion of the powerful corpse cultivator, and the scattered blood and ghostly aura madly surged into the blade, forming a layer of dark, dense blood light on the pitch-black giant blade.
The blood pool dried up, and the ghostly aura rapidly diminished.
All the power in the vast mansion converged here.
At a certain critical point, Jiang Yin suddenly pulled out the giant blade and slashed towards the sky with all her might.
In the Demon Emperor’s Palace, Yin Sheng’s heart tightened.
Before he could react, he felt the Soul Execution Disk being severely damaged and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The formation shattered, and the ancient disk floating in the air suddenly fell, with the blood surrounding it scattering all over the ground.
Yin Sheng’s eyes widened in disbelief.
He never expected that he, a dignified sovereign of a realm, would be defeated by a mere child!
A terrifying aura spread from the horizon, as if the entire mountain range was trembling.
Tang Muxi had just arrived at the now-ruined mansion and saw the dark clouds dispersing, the intense thunderous power turning into sparks, lighting up half the starry sky.
In the dim light, a dark red figure fell from the sky—it was none other than Jiang Yin.
Tang Muxi quickly rushed forward and caught her just in time.
“Senior Sister! How did you get so badly injured?”
She held Jiang Yin, her fingers trembling.
After the life-and-death struggle just now, Jiang Yin’s body was scorched by lightning, her once fair skin now a bloody mess, with even a piece of skin torn off her neck.
Jiang Yin’s sea of consciousness was still a bit shaken, buzzing continuously.
It took a long while before she could barely regain her senses.
Seeing the tears in Tang Muxi’s eyes, she couldn’t help but raise her hand, but stopped mid-air because it was covered in blood.
“Why are you here?”
She was now weak and unable to stand, her voice light and airy.
Tang Muxi sniffled, slowly descending to the ground, standing amidst the rubble and staring at Jiang Yin.
“You lied to me.”
She had promised to wait for her, to let her witness the curse being lifted with her own eyes, yet she acted alone in secret.
Jiang Yin gave a faint smile.
“I promised to bring you here after fourteen days, but I never said I couldn’t lift the curse early. How did I lie to you?”
Tang Muxi pursed her lips in silence, sniffled again, and held back her tears as she turned to leave, her tone fierce.
“I’m going to punish you!”
She tightened her grip, as if wanting to merge the person in her arms into her own flesh and blood.
Jiang Yin was a bit surprised, looking at Tang Muxi’s fierce yet tearful expression, she couldn’t help but laugh, covering her mouth to stifle the sound, though her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.
“How will you punish me?”
She asked, almost expectantly.
Tang Muxi was even more annoyed.
How could she be so childish!
She bit her lip and said nothing, pretending not to hear, focusing on hurrying back.
It was raining at night, but most of the clouds had dispersed, the rain had become light, and it felt cool and refreshing on the skin.
She didn’t answer, but Jiang Yin wouldn’t let it go, even though her clothes were soaked, she kept asking, “How will you punish me? Tell me.”
Her tone was full of laughter, cheerful and unafraid.
If she hadn’t seen her fight against the heavenly thunder with her own eyes, she might have thought she had just come out of a teahouse.
She could barely stand and had to be held, yet her mouth wouldn’t stop.
Tang Muxi found her very annoying, always making fun of her.
Her tone was so frivolous because she knew she wouldn’t get angry, so she was fearless.
She was soft-hearted, and she knew exactly how to take advantage of that.
“Not saying? Then it doesn’t count.”
Jiang Yin smiled, the blood on her face washed away by the fine rain, making her look even paler and weaker.
Tang Muxi was annoyed by her chatter, unable to free her hands to cover her mouth, her gaze paused on his wet lips.
She didn’t know what she was thinking, but suddenly she lowered her head and bit down.
In an instant, the chattering lips couldn’t speak, Jiang Yin’s eyelids trembled in shock, her heartbeat suddenly stopped.
A drop of rain fell, and his thick, crow-feather-like eyelashes quivered, the raindrop sliding down.
Tang Muxi was angry, but her bite was gentle, her white teeth lightly holding Jiang Yin’s lower lip, tender and soft.
It was very soft, softer than anything she had tasted in all her lifetimes, like a spiritual fruit that melted in the mouth, pressing against her lips and teeth like water.
The restless heart suddenly calmed down, obediently and contentedly staying in the chest.
So that’s it.
She understood, this is how to calm the heat.
Every time she slept nestled in Jiang Yin’s neck, smelling the cold fragrance, her heart was always uneasy, as if floating in the air, unable to find peace.
Now she finally understood, she had to bite to feel comfortable.
Unintentionally, her tongue pressed out, just touching her lips.
Tang Muxi saw Jiang Yin’s ears turn red quickly, then she pushed her away as if electrocuted.
Unfortunately, she was holding her, so she couldn’t push her away.
But Tang Muxi sensed Jiang Yin’s thoughts and considerately loosened her teeth, even subconsciously licking with the tip of her tongue, as if reminiscing the soft and tender touch.
Seeing this, Jiang Yin’s pale face gained some redness, but she blinked and looked away as if avoiding something.
Her mouth was tightly shut, no longer teasing her.
On the way back, they encountered many demon beasts, all attracted by the aura from the mountainside.
Tang Muxi didn’t want to cause trouble, so she simply avoided them all the way.
It was already dark, and when they returned to the Floating Immortal Island, the clouds had dispersed, the rain had stopped, and only the night wind was blowing.
“Put me down.”
This was Jiang Yin’s first sentence after being bitten.
It was colder than usual, like her soaked body.
“No, you’re injured.”
Tang Muxi was uncharacteristically firm, walking straight into the Jiang residence.
“Put me down!”
Seeing that she was ignored, Jiang Yin was a bit annoyed, her tone even colder, like winter snow.
Tang Muxi paused for a moment, instinctively holding her tighter.
Usually, the great demon was very domineering, rarely being held horizontally in her arms like this.
Now that they were home, she was making a fuss, probably afraid of losing face and didn’t want Bai Ling to see.
Tang Muxi smiled: “You’re injured and still lying to me. You need to learn a lesson.”
Jiang Yin’s beautiful eyes turned icy, starting to struggle.
But she had just suffered a serious injury, how could she escape?
Tang Muxi no longer looked at her, quickly heading towards the main room.
Bai Ling had been waiting at the door for a long time, so hungry that it had gnawed on several fruits.
The Cold Spirit Fruits were all gone, and now it could only eat the fruits from the island’s trees.
They had much less spiritual power and tasted far worse than the Cold Spirit Fruits.
It lazily swished its tail, glanced at the dark sky, feeling a bit drowsy, and wondered when Tang Muxi would return.
Just as it was closing its eyes to rest, it suddenly heard hurried footsteps.
Bai Ling immediately opened its eyes, but froze at the sight before it.
“Back… already?”
It could now speak simple sentences, though somewhat stiffly.
Tang Muxi noticed Jiang Yin momentarily holding her breath and tensing up.
She couldn’t help but smile and replied, “Yes, I found her.”
