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"Whoa, what the-?!"

The white-robed lady was moving too fast for the nine-colored deer to even see clearly.

When the deer realized they were about to crash into the lady, she gritted her teeth and used all her strength to slam on the brakes.

The deer managed to stop, but Yino, who was riding on its back, wasn’t so lucky.

"Huh?!"

Yino had been looking back to check on Gu Wanglan’s progress. The next second, as soon as he turned around, the sudden braking force sent him flying off the deer’s back.

Everything was a blur as Yino was launched headfirst into a pile of snow between two tall peaks.

It felt like plunging into a sea of clouds - soft yet firm, enveloping his face with an incredible sensation. A faint, sweet milky scent filled his nostrils.

The impact nearly knocked the air out of Yino’s lungs. After a brief daze, he instinctively took a deep breath, filling his lungs before slowly exhaling, immersing himself in that reassuring feeling.

In midair, the white-robed lady had instinctively opened her arms to catch the boy, worried he couldn’t fly and would fall.

Just as she was relieved she made it in time, she suddenly felt a strong, persistent breath on her chest. That extremely sensitive, tingling sensation pierced her heart, instantly tinting her usually cold, beautiful face with a blush.

"You..."

The lady looked down and noticed a blissfully swaying black hair sticking up on the boy’s head as he buried his face in her bosom.

Her red lips parted slightly as she breathed in and out, her chest rising and falling. But given the crisis, she ultimately said nothing. She supported Yino under and enduring the friction between her breasts as she held him, slowly pulled his head out.

"Phew..."

Yino’s mind was hazy, his face still flushed red, perhaps from the lack of oxygen while buried in her bosom, or maybe from that epic breath he took.

BOOM!!!

Another earth-shaking rumble came from below.

Sensing the murderous aura and danger from behind, Yino’s eyes shot wide open as he snapped out of his milky dream. At the same time, he finally noticed the beautiful lady in front of him, biting her red lips, her cold face blushing, glaring at him with extreme embarrassment and anger.

"Oppai... I mean, Senior Sister!"

Yino instinctively blurted out what was on his mind, but luckily his quick reaction allowed him to correctly address her identity.

Yino seemed to recall something. He carefully licked his lips, tasting that unforgettable milky fragrance from his dream. He realized it wasn’t just a fantasy before death, but something that really happened in Yuyan’s embrace.

Gulp...

Yino felt a chill down his spine. He swallowed nervously, trying to appear like a gentleman while thinking of an excuse. But no matter how serious his thoughts were, his body was honest. His little buddy showed no mercy, and his already flushed face grew even redder as he stared at Yuyan.

"Senior Sister..."

"You finally came!"

Yino smiled, trying not to look too guilty.

But from Yuyan’s perspective, the boy’s face was burning red, and his lower body reacted swiftly, practically writing his true thoughts all over his face!

In a way, Yuyan was quite impressed with Yino.

Not only could he come up with such an outrageous infiltration plan, but even in a crisis, his body reacted quickly...

Should she praise the young man’s vigor and sensitivity?

Or commend him for cultivating to a level where lust surpassed survival instinct, his little buddy unfazed by danger and performing steadily?

For a moment, Yuyan even wondered if it was her own issue. Was she some succubus? Why else would Yino get so excited at the slightest stimulation with her?

Yuyan had been the sword immortal and senior sister at Wuji Sect for many years, but she never felt any male disciple had such exaggerated stamina. Others would be intimidated just by making eye contact with her. Yet Yino was the opposite - the more Yuyan glared at him in anger, the more excited this little pervert got!

"Yino..."

"We’ll settle all you’ve done today when we get back to Ranmo Peak tonight!"

After some thought, Yuyan abruptly brought up the matter at hand. Her gaze shifted from Yino’s face, noticing a blood-red figure charging out from the ground.

At the same time, Yuyan signaled with her eyes to the little flying deer nearby. Wangxue reacted swiftly, rushing to Yuyan’s side to take away its useless owner who had been freeloading the whole time.

"Is that... Gu Wanglan?"

Facing the berserk, charging demonic humanoid, the white-robed sword immortal stood with her hands behind her back, as she couldn’t hide her surprising shock.

She gently raised her hand to summon her sword, then joined two fingers in front of her chest. With a crisp sword hum erupting behind the lady, Frost Chant sword flew over, striking the demonic humanoid’s waist from the side.

But the latter, already blinded by rage, felt no pain. Even with Frost Chant piercing his side, the demonic humanoid still swung its black-flame molten greatsword, attacking the white-robed lady in midair.

"It seems the criteria for eliminating demonic cultivators have been met."

At the critical moment, Yuyan’s cold eyes only showed a slight surprise before calmly reaching a conclusion.

Since confirming the other party had completely turned demonic and lost his humanity, Yuyan no longer needed to subdue them as a prisoner. Her beautiful eyes reflected a bone-chilling sword intent. Her figure turned into a graceful shadow, easily dodging the demonic humanoid’s slash with a casual sidestep.

"Sword, Come!"

At the same time, Yuyan chanted softly, once again joining two fingers in front of her chest.

Hearing that familiar "sword, come", Yino instinctively turned to look, a drop of sweat sliding down his cheek, as if afraid the Frost Chant sword would come flying at him next. In his past life, when Yino played the demonic cultivator route, he had been killed by Yuyan’s sword countless times...

That elegant "sword, come" from Yuyan seemed to just be summoning the Frost Chant Sword that flew out, but it was actually an execution technique. The angle at which Frost Chant flew towards Yuyan was often extremely tricky and outrageous.

Yino still remembered, in his past life when Yuyan was beating him in the game, she would suddenly say "sword, come". Yino would hurriedly rotate the mouse, but even after spinning the screen 360 degrees, he couldn’t find Frost Chant sword. The next second, Frost Chant would burst out from the ground beneath Yino’s butt, instantly clearing his health bar and sending him back to a checkpoint.

Years later...

When Yino heard that "sword, come" again, he still habitually searched for Frost Chant’s figure, especially guarding his lower body.

Just as the air fell silent and the battle between Yuyan and demonic humanoid seemed to be in slow motion-

Splat!!!

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With a muffled groan, the demonic humanoid’s abdomen burst with blood, spraying a cloud of red mist in front of the white-robed immortal.

"Wait, where did that sword come from?"

For a moment, Yino stared wide-eyed in confusion. It wasn’t until he saw Frost Chant pierce through the other side of the demonic humanoid’s waist, cutting through the blood mist with its blade unstained, and finally returning obediently to the white-robed lady’s embrace, that Yino finally realized what happened.

"Your sword can return from inside someone’s body?"

Yino felt it was heaven-defying, but thinking about it, it made sense for Yuyan.

After all, "sword, come" - how does the sword come? Isn’t it just summoning the sword to return?

Who said a sword stuck in an enemy’s body must be pulled out and then circle around to be summoned back?

The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. Why can’t Frost Chant just pierce through the enemy and return directly to the lady’s embrace?

"Impressive..."