A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 321: When Thunder Roars… Evil Shall Perish.

Upon noticing Wen Zhenxin's silence, Old Han merely released a soft sigh.

Yet soon after, he found himself struck by the breathtaking beauty of this formidable young woman from such close proximity.

Her talent was exceptional, matched only by her striking allure.

'Well... no chance for me in any case.'

Old Han sighed to himself, all too conscious of his own shortcomings.

His current scheme was straightforward: grab a handful more treasures and escape this place with his life intact.

Naturally, he'd love to seize that mesmerizing glow if possible, though he recognized the odds were against it.

'...And perhaps settle down to raise a little family in some mortal village later on.'

He'd long resolved to extend his lineage, dreaming that someday a progeny might outshine him and advance farther along the cultivation path.

Should this young beauty consent to bear his offspring... what fortune that would bring.

Lost in such fantasies, Old Han was jolted back by Wen Zhenxin's gentle voice.

"Found you..."

Old Han blinked, tracing her line of sight.

Far off, her eyes fixed on the frozen battlefield, where a peerlessly lovely fairy clashed fiercely with a demonic sect disciple.

"Planning to aid them, young miss?" Old Han inquired, presuming her alignment with the righteous path.

Yet Wen Zhenxin offered no reply.

Assuming she pondered her strategy or wavered, Old Han grinned lightly and continued,

"If you intend to assist the righteous disciples, it's unnecessary."

"Oh?"

Wen Zhenxin at last faced him, a spark of intrigue in her eyes.

"What do you mean?" she questioned.

Old Han scanned the chaotic field, hunting... yet the terrifying male disciple from before was nowhere in sight.

He exhaled softly.

"Because... the mightiest righteous disciple hasn't shown up yet."

Wen Zhenxin's eyes widened briefly as she shifted her attention to the righteous forces.

Plenty of formidable experts were already there, particularly those two from the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Still, Old Han claimed an even greater power lurked?

Immortal Jiuming's gentle voice resonated in her mind, detecting her musings.

Wen Zhenxin stiffened momentarily before exhaling quietly.

'Indeed, Master... I've become somewhat arrogant lately.'

Feeling her epiphany, Immortal Jiuming swelled with subtle pride.

Hubris held no true evil... yet skies always loomed above every sky.

He refused to let overweening faith lead his disciple astray.

His attention then drifted faintly to Yan Moxuan.

That demonic disciple's nature had been pierced by his glance alone.

Wen Zhenxin nodded, a subtle smile gracing her face.

"Grateful for your wisdom, Master."

But her gaze soon sharpened with determination.

"...I'll ensure the grim destiny I foresaw never comes to pass."

She stood up.

"Hm? Something amiss, young miss?" Old Han asked, catching her motion and the mutter under her breath.

She gave no response.

In the blink of an eye, her form dissolved like a fleeting breeze.

Old Han stared in bewilderment, though deep down he sensed her destination.

Straight to that... frozen battlefield.

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The whole region turned frigid as frost crept over the earth, a piercing chill saturating the atmosphere.

"Hahaha! Isn't it destiny that paired us like this?"

Ye Mo effortlessly evaded yet another swipe, one lock of his hair sliced off and frozen stiff on the spot.

He appeared utterly unconcerned.

Rather, he grinned at Yue Lan.

Truth be told... this woman grew ever more appealing to him.

"..."

Yue Lan stayed silent.

Her sword lashed out relentlessly, every blow laced with lethal purpose.

Amid their furious duel, however, she'd discerned a key truth...

He'd grown... stronger since last time.

Her blade gleamed once more, unleashing a torrent of cold qi that blanketed the ground in frost.

A razor-sharp ice crescent hurtled at Ye Mo's throat... swift, exact, and ruthless.

But—

"Hah..."

Ye Mo merely leaned his head aside.

The edge whistled past, nicking another strand of his hair.

It dropped... solidifying into ice mid-fall, never reaching the earth.

Still, his smile lingered.

"You've grown stronger," he remarked casually, eyes glinting with fascination. "Something change while we parted?"

Abruptly, a chain whipped out, ensnaring her sword and halting it dead.

Yue Lan's gaze turned icier.

The instant the chain bound her weapon.

No trace of panic surfaced.

Her hold firmed as the surrounding chill plunged to new depths.

Ice raced along the shadowy chain, propagating like a voracious entity toward Ye Mo's grip.

"You talk too much."

Her tone remained even.

But the murderous edge lurking within... burned fierce and true.

Ye Mo eyed the advancing frost, eyebrows arching faintly.

"Oh?"

For the first time ever, a trace of astonishment surfaced.

Then—

Dark red qi exploded from his arm, fiercely rattling the chain while the frost exploded into sparkling fragments.

Yue Lan sprang backward, widening the gap between them with her sword held aloft.

At that sight, Ye Mo released a soft sigh, gently flicking his arm encased in frost.

His flesh had grown ghostly pale, like the blood inside was freezing solid.

"Ahh~... it seems you were holding back during our first encounter."

"..."

Yue Lan stayed silent.

Icy qi leaked from her form, expanding around her as she geared up to unleash her full might.

Detecting the intensifying aura, Ye Mo's relaxed grin finally faded away.

Dark chains twisted around his arm, shaping into a armored gauntlet.

At this moment, he was unable to activate Abyssal Chain state, since that power belonged only to his mightiest "life".

Nevertheless... his current form wasn't feeble by any means.

"Don’t worry," Ye Mo grinned while black flames gradually kindled along the chains wrapping his arm.

"I’ll make sure to break your limbs and bring you back with me."

"..."

Yue Lan gripped her sword harder, her breaths forming faint wisps in the frigid air.

They faced one another tensely, the atmosphere between them thickening as the ultimate showdown loomed.

But abruptly—

A booming thunder of lightning crashed forth, with dazzling green radiance swallowing the battlefield and jolting them both.

Yue Lan’s golden eyes flew wide because right in front of her...

...Ye Mo’s chest tore open without warning.

Crimson blood gushed out as his frame spasmed wildly.

Ye Mo stared down at the gash on his chest like he'd glimpsed a specter.

"...What?"

Then—

Myriad cuts erupted across his body in a frenzy.

A vivid burst of green lightning blinded the entire zone once more.

In a mere instant, time appeared to halt.

Before—

...Ye Mo’s form was sliced clean yet savagely at the midsection.

His lips cracked open faintly, but no sound emerged.

Slowly... almost reluctantly...

His body started crumbling apart.

Yue Lan stood rooted in shock, beholding the abrupt and ruthless end play out before her.

But then—

Yet another ear-splitting lightning blast thundered, ripping through her ears as a follow-up glare seared her sight.

When vision cleared—

Nothing remained ahead except Ye Mo’s mangled corpse.

"What... was that...?"

A aura... abruptly appeared behind her.

Yue Lan’s frame went rigid.

Gradually, she pivoted around and...

There—

A youthful, gallant woman loomed, shrouded in snapping green lightning.

She hunkered low, her ponytail drifting softly amid the raging energy, her sword tilted skyward... straight at Yue Lan’s heart.

Yet what seized Yue Lan’s gaze... was her face.

...Riddled with turmoil.

"...I’m sorry."

Before Yue Lan could comprehend her words—

The blade struck like lightning itself.

Time crawled to a halt as Yue Lan locked eyes on the oncoming edge, that eerie, devastating glow overwhelming her view.

She sensed it... total annihilation.

Yet... no terror stirred within her.

Merely a subtle regret flashed in her eyes as her mind drifted to one person... aware she could never settle all her debts of kindness.

"Li... Feng—"

Vivid scarlet blood erupted, floating through the sky like drifting petals before soaking the iced terrain.

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’Where am I...?’

Fen Ziyan whispered lightly while scanning her surroundings.

Everywhere she looked, a boundless black sea stretched beneath her feet.

It lay motionless, hushed... infinite.

No coastline or ground appeared anywhere... just bottomless shadows extending afar, as if the entire realm had been devoured.

A subtle wave stirred underfoot, but the waters stayed unnaturally serene... like even the sea feared breaking this realm's tranquility.

Fen Ziyan’s eyebrows knit together gradually.

’...What is this place...?’