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ng Qingyao looked at Lin Fan, wanting to say sothing yet hesitating, as if words were at the tip of her tongue but too difficult to voice.
"Strange."
Lin Fan felt ng Qingyao was acting very odd. Could it be that being trapped here had driven her mad?
"If you have sothing to say, just say it. Why are you hemming and hawing?"
He was certain ng Qingyao had sothing weighing on her mind, and he even had a bad premonition forming in his heart—she might want to absorb his essence and vitality to survive.
If that were truly the case, he would not hesitate to smash ng Qingyao’s head in.
"Back when I was in a Secret Realm, I obtained a handwritten note left by an Ancient Buddha. Within it was recorded a Supre thod—one that allows one to reach prajna, attain the realm of Elysium Nirvana, achieve Yin-Yang Circulation, Lifeforce Eternity, and a flawless body." ng Qingyao spoke with veiled intentions.
Lin Fan blinked. "I don’t understand. Can you explain it in a simpler way? What you’re saying sounds profound and unfathomable—it’s hard to grasp."
ng Qingyao stared at Lin Fan with an expressionless face, not expecting his comprehension to be so poor. While her explanation was cryptic, it wasn’t incomprehensible—did she really need to make it so straightforward?
"I’ll pass this thod on to you, and you’ll naturally understand."
When her words fell—
ng Qingyao extended a finger and touched Lin Fan’s forehead.
If this were an attack, ng Qingyao would never have been able to get close to Lin Fan.
In the next instant—
The thod suddenly appeared in Lin Fan’s mind.
"Damn it! Isn’t this just... oh my god..."
So it was a Buddhist thod requiring the cooperation of a man and a woman. There was no need to guess which sect it ca from.
Lin Fan was montarily dumbfounded, and his expression when looking at ng Qingyao changed, as if to say, "You’ve finally had enough patience and can’t resist my charm anymore? Are you planning to take advantage of my delicate self?"
"Are you certain?" Lin Fan asked.
The thod appeared simple, but it was actually endlessly profound and complex. The techniques within were elaborate, not only able to stabilize Yin and Yang but also to suppress heart demons with Elysium—a long-term practice with imnse benefits.
Most crucially, it seed capable of slowing down the passage of ti in this place.
It must be said, the Ancient Buddha indeed lived up to his na. His thods were extraordinary; the location that seed unsolvable to them had solutions for soone of his caliber.
ng Qingyao’s breathing quickened. She pulled out a black cloth and tossed it to Lin Fan. "Cover your eyes."
"Huh? Cover my eyes? Then I wouldn’t be able to see anything, would I?" Lin Fan protested.
"Cover them," ng Qingyao replied.
Her state of mind was anything but calm. It was restless and chaotic, as though she was in a haze, uncertain whether what she was doing was right or wrong.
But she was unwilling to resign herself to the situation.
Faced with this scenario, Lin Fan couldn’t say much. When soone is being so forward, it would be a cri to pretend to be aloof. And besides, he felt this was a risk-free encounter.
A friendly sparring match, if you would.
Lin Fan covered his eyes with the cloth, loosened his clothing, and lay on the ground. "Alright, I’ll stay passive. The initiative is yours. Rember, don’t be too rough. Ease into it—I’m new to this, so take it slow."
ng Qingyao stood by Lin Fan, her slender hands trembling slightly as she hesitated and faltered about undoing her own robes.
anwhile, though Lin Fan couldn’t see anything, he faintly heard the sounds of clothing being removed.
Is it happening?
He felt incredibly tense.
Frankly speaking—
Lin Fan wasn’t soone who was so carefree. He’d always upheld his chastity and refrained from emotionally detached sparring matches.
But if I don’t enter Hell, who will enter Hell?
While his Reverse Heaven’s Four Saints protective techniques ensured his safety, ng Qingyao’s life force was continuously draining away. Her cultivation could sustain her for a while, but it wouldn’t last long.
Out of camaraderie for a fellow disciple, I’ll let you do as you please for once.
But only this once.
Never again.
Ah!
Lin Fan was making great sacrifices for the sake of his fellow disciple.
At this mont—
ng Qingyao stepped toward Lin Fan, her bare feet like jade. Her trembling hands reached out and uncovered Lin Fan, who had already loosened his attire.
She was nervous now.
Her heartbeat raced.
Even though Lin Fan couldn’t see, a vague silhouette still appeared before him—the damn cloth obscured his view entirely, but at this point that didn’t matter.
Suddenly—
Lin Fan felt his body being struck.
"Ah!"
He yelped instinctively, flinging his hands upward.
ng Qingyao, cheeks flushed, bent down and pressed his hands to the ground, her delicate hair cascading onto Lin Fan’s face, tickling it.
As Lin Fan was about to speak—
A transformation began.
The Ancient Buddha’s thod was truly powerful. Imdiately, an unfamiliar force began to surge within Lin Fan, spiraling through him ceaselessly.
The sensation was akin to enlightennt.
"Operate the thod. Don’t lose focus."
ng Qingyao’s voice softened, her mood unreadable at the mont.
When it cos to cooperation, it must be done.
Lives were at stake—this was no joke.
What followed was an unprecedented cultivation session. The techniques recorded in the Ancient Buddha’s notes were ever-changing, their forms countless, with each configuration symbolizing vitality.
Ti beca irrelevant to them in that mont.
As ti passed, instead of feeling exhausted, Lin Fan found himself energized and invigorated.
How much ti had passed?
A cosmic explosion ensued.
ng Qingyao and Lin Fan separated.
Lin Fan imdiately got up, removed the black cloth, and turned his back to ng Qingyao to quietly get dressed.
"I hope you won’t tell anyone about this. Consider this helping you out, but there won’t be a next ti." Lin Fan tidied up his clothes, feeling a strange emptiness in his heart—perhaps the suddenness of it all had caught him unprepared.
Originally, this should have been ng Qingyao’s line.
But she never expected Lin Fan to say it first. Blood boiled within her, and she felt an overwhelming urge to cough up blood.
"What did you say?" ng Qingyao asked coldly. She wasn’t looking for Lin Fan to take responsibility; she was simply shocked by his shalessness—turning the tables to cast himself as the victim.
Lin Fan turned back with a calm reply, "Why? Is there sothing wrong with what I said? I’m no longer untainted, which ans I can’t cultivate certain extraordinary Immortal Laws. So, what’s the issue with what I said?"
"You..."
ng Qingyao’s face turned darker, and she wished she could unleash a Divine Palm to obliterate Lin Fan.
She suppressed the rage within her.
Given the current circumstances, there wouldn’t be any imdiate trouble.
All she could hope for was to endure until rescue arrived.
At this mont—
Sudden earthquakes rocked the Forbidden Land.
"Ah! Who am I? Where am I..."
A disheveled figure stumbled past, his face obscured, followed by the sound of arrays shattering in his wake.
The land cracked and split, revealing an exit.
Lin Fan, spotting the way out, was overjoyed and imdiately dusted himself off. "Let’s go! The exit has appeared. I never thought we’d get out of here."
Without waiting for ng Qingyao, he dashed toward the exit—his behavior strikingly reminiscent of a scoundrel pulling up his pants and walking away.
ng Qingyao’s face turned pale. She stood frozen in place, her cheeks flushed as her body trembled.
With a sputter!
She couldn’t hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Her eyes reddened as she stared at the unfolding events.
How could it end up like this?
How could it possibly end up like this...
Two tears fell from ng Qingyao’s eyes, a poignant display of her being played for a fool.
But as the Forbidden Land fell apart further, she quickly refocused.
Grinding her teeth—
She transford into a streak of light and vanished from sight.
Outside—
Elders from various sects were idly chatting. Suddenly, the Abyss Sea quaked, its surface churning up towering waves—a phenonon that left them baffled.
"What’s going on? Why is the Abyss Sea so unstable?"
"No idea. Did sothing happen inside? Or did soone acquire an inheritance, causing the Cave Mansion to react?"
They were more inclined to believe soone had obtained an inheritance.
They wondered which sect this fateful disciple belonged to.
"They’re coming out now."
Imdiately—
A fleeing figure erged from the Abyss Sea.
A chorus of cries followed. "Elder, save ! They’re trying to kill !"
Ye Zhen Tian appeared battered and bruised, barely clinging to life despite unleashing all his abilities; even his Spiritual Artifact had been shattered in their attacks, and he’d only survived by sheer luck.
Taiwu Immortal Sect’s elder saw Ye Zhen Tian’s sorry state and turned pale, raising a hand to block the destructive forces aid at him.
"What are you doing?" The elder roared in anger. He hadn’t expected infighting to break out—weren’t they told otherwise before entering?
Even now, as they were exiting, the violence hadn’t stopped. Who dared to act with such audacity?
Ye Zhen Tian hid behind the elder, gasping. "Elder, I obtained a Dao Artifact inside, and they’ve been chasing like madn ever since. You have to protect !"
The pursuing True Disciples were bitter but restrained by their respective sect elders, who reprimanded them harshly.
Out of control.
A disgrace to their sects.
When they heard Ye Zhen Tian had found a Dao Artifact, their expressions shifted to surprise. It was astonishing that a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect had such great fortune to acquire a Dao Artifact.
And then they realized the inheritance...
"Ye Zhen Tian, did you gain the inheritance inside?" the elder asked.
Ye Zhen Tian shook his head. "No, I only found a Dao Artifact. After that, I was constantly hunted by them."
"I never expected them to act so viciously—completely unworthy of being disciples of Immortal Dao Sects."
Ye Zhen Tian lanted. He was more than satisfied with the Dao Artifact.
Of course, before he obtained the Dao Artifact, his actions against others had been ruthless—but he wouldn’t admit to that now.
The elder surveyed the scene, noticing so individuals had yet to erge. He quickly asked, "What about the others?"
"I don’t know, Elder. The situation inside was utter chaos—only by sheer luck did I survive." Ye Zhen Tian replied, scanning the surroundings and finding no sign of Lin Fan.
His heart surged with joy.
Could it be that the guy had been killed inside?
If that were true, then today was truly a fortunate day.
At this mont—
The True Disciples from other sects were busy recounting their version of events to their respective elders, clarifying the situation lest Ye Zhen Tian’s claims mislead them.
An elder from the Supre Yang Immortal Sect said, "This may all be a misunderstanding caused by the Dao Artifact affecting their minds and provoking conflict. But that’s no longer the issue—what matters now is understanding the unrest within the Abyss Sea."
Just as his words fell—
The Abyss Sea stirred once more.
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