Chapter 612 524: Junior Sister, Actually, I'm Not Pure Either... Nangong Jin Finally Gets Her Wish

She instinctively tried to retreat, but the arm around her waist tightened.

Nangong Jin bit her lower lip and murmured,

"Then why... why didn't you expose me? I did the same despicable thing as Ye Liyuan. I deceived you."

At the mention of "Ye Liyuan," Pei Yuhang's gaze lowered. He finally let out a relaxed smile.

"Because I've come to terms with it... What does a lie matter? Who doesn't have lies and deceptions?"

Pei Yuhang placed his hand over her heart, a scorching heat passing through the fabric. "At least... the feelings beating in here are real."

He suddenly leaned close to her ear, his warm breath making Nangong Jin tremble all over. "Besides... Jin'Er, do you think you're the only one wearing a mask?"

"You feel you're unworthy, Junior Sister, but am I really the noble White-clothed Sword Immortal you imagine me to be?

In both heart and body, I have long since fallen into the mortal world.

Do you want to know my true, hidden face, Junior Sister?

My entangled past with so many women... After hearing about it, will you still like and admire me, Junior Sister?"

Nangong Jin's breath hitched.

She looked at Pei Yuhang's usually cold and detached features, now tinged with a bewitching, alluring color. It was as if a seductive spirit had finally torn off its disguise as a banished immortal.

'So... I don't understand Brother Pei at all, do I?'

'But this is wonderful... Brother Pei isn't perfect.'

'A despicable person like me standing by his side won't have to feel so ashamed.'

Nangong Jin licked her lips, like a leopardess no longer able to suppress her nature, pouncing on the little white lamb that was Pei Yuhang.

"Brother Pei... after everything is over, can you tell your bad junior sister all the bad things you've done in the past?"

Pei Yuhang's fingertips trembled slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"Alright."

...

...

In the blink of an eye, the sun was about to sink below the western mountains, and the sky was stained a dim yellow.

Pei Yuhang and Nangong Jin sat facing each other, their clothes cast aside.

Their hands were pressed together. The Supreme Yin and Pure Yang Qi within them used their joined palms as a bridge. Two streams of Spiritual Light, one golden-red and the other moon-white, intertwined like a pair of Flood Dragons.

They shuttled back and forth through their bodies, perfecting and repairing their Dao Foundations.

Wisps of Immortal Qi rose around them.

From the unseen world, a tempting voice echoed around them.

[Nangong Jin, are you going to forcibly reverse your Dao Practice? Are you going to abandon the Forgetfulness Dao and step into the mortal world?]

[After this tribulation, you will be unable to break through to the Mahayana Realm for the next one hundred and twenty years! Your path of cultivation may even become hopeless!!]

[Nangong Jin, this man is deceiving you! He's taking your Primordial Yin because he only wants to ascend to the Mahayana Realm himself!]

[He is using you—]

Nangong Jin's throat bobbed, and beads of fragrant sweat formed on her forehead.

Just then, Pei Yuhang's voice boomed like thunder as he said gravely,

"Jin'Er, focus your mind!"

"Don't let the Heart Demon disturb your heart!"

Pei Yuhang's voice exploded with clarity in Nangong Jin's chaotic Sea of Consciousness. Hearing it, her mind instantly stabilized. She took a deep breath and murmured to herself,

'I only trust Brother Pei. I only trust Brother Pei. I only trust...'

'What does it matter if I can't break through to Mahayana after changing my Dao Practice? As long as I can help Brother Pei ascend to the Mahayana Realm, that's enough!'

Nangong Jin grunted, and the Yin Essence in her body surged like a torrential river, flowing ceaselessly through their joined palms and into his meridians.

Pei Yuhang took a deep breath. His Dao Foundation, which had already reached the Extreme Realm thanks to Ji Shenyun's nourishment, grew stronger still.

He no longer deliberately suppressed and polished it. Aided by this vast Spiritual Qi, he began to let his Divine Soul "ascend."

His consciousness began to detach from his physical body, from the mountain peak, and gradually ascended high above Ghost-Back Mountain.

He looked down upon the entirety of Ghost-Back Mountain and saw flashes of fire and dazzling, moon-white Sword Qi erupting in a certain spot.

"Jin'Er, I've found Yueqiu! She hasn't been captured by the Demon Race. She's thirty li to the southeast, still fighting a desperate battle! Go help her, quickly!"

"But Brother Pei, you need someone to guard you right now..."

"Saving Yueqiu is more important!"

As he spoke, Pei Yuhang used his Divine Thought to send Yueqiu's more precise location into Nangong Jin's Sea of Consciousness.

Seeing that Pei Yuhang had made up his mind, Nangong Jin no longer hesitated.

"Brother Pei, wait for me to return!"

With that, she rose to her feet, mounted her sword, and flew off in the direction of the besieged, silver-haired girl.

...

...

BOOM! BOOM!!

The cannon fire shook the mountain forest, the sound deafening.

The Armored Ghost looked at the dense forest before him, now blanketed by firepower, and shouted loudly,

"You cunning human Female Cultivator, stop hiding!"

"This commander gave your companions an ultimatum to come and save you before sunset.

I never expected those two cowards wouldn't dare to show up! You've been completely abandoned by your companions. What's the point of struggling in vain?"

"This commander knows that the Holy Grail isn't on you. But as long as you surrender to my Demon Race and tell us the whereabouts of the Holy Grail, this commander can spare your life!"

VMMMM—!!

A crescent of brilliant Sword Qi slashed out from the forest, cutting through several Demon Race cannons at the front of the formation with unstoppable momentum and heading straight for the Armored Ghost.

"What's with all the damn chatter? Eat my sword!"

Qing Yueqiu, her simple clothes stained red with blood, stepped out into the air and slashed several more times at the Armored Ghost.

The Armored Ghost watched Qing Yueqiu's figure, his eyes narrowing slightly.

This silver-haired Female Cultivator's Cultivation wasn't as high as his, but with her agile speed and a physical body that had extremely strong self-healing, she had been able to use the dense forest to fight a guerrilla war of attrition against him from last night until sunset today.

'What a pain.'

However...

"You've finally fallen into my trap!"

WHOOSH—

A purple curtain rose from all directions, enclosing Qing Yueqiu and the Armored Ghost within.

"Hmph, an inescapable net has been laid here. Let's see you try to escape now!"

The Armored Ghost roared furiously, raising his Nine-Ringed Horse-Slaying Saber and shattering all the Sword Qi in front of him.

Then, he took a step forward and slashed at Qing Yueqiu with the force of a Powerful Slash of Hua Mountain.

Qing Yueqiu raised her sword to meet the blow. Although she reacted in time and used Magic to deflect half the force, she was still sent flying backward amidst a ringing clash of metal.

BANG!!

Rocks shattered. Qing Yueqiu spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered to her feet.

After fighting for a whole day and night, despite the incredible strength of her Asura Race bloodline, she was reaching her limit.

[Yueqiu, find an opportunity in a moment. I'll self-destruct the Spirit Sword. It's sure to heavily injure him and tear open the Barrier. You'll be able to break out then.]

The Luminous Shadow Sword whispered in Qing Yueqiu's ear.

Qing Yueqiu gritted her teeth and said coldly, "If I can't even protect my own sword, what kind of Sword Cultivator am I!"

[But there are still people you can't bear to leave, people you want to see, aren't there? You shouldn't die here, Yueqiu.]

The silver-haired girl was silent for a moment, but she tightened her grip on the hilt, not letting the Luminous Shadow Sword fly from her hand.

"One more push."

Qing Yueqiu's eyes turned blood-red, her aura briefly returning to its peak as her killing intent surged.

"Hmph, utterly stubborn."

The Armored Ghost raised his Horse-cutting Saber, preparing to chop off the stubborn woman's limbs to see how she could struggle then.

The next moment, however, a clear sword cry rang out from outside the Barrier.

The Armored Ghost turned his head in surprise, only to see the Demon Race army he led frozen in place. The next instant—

SPLAT!!

The heads of the Demon Race soldiers flew up as if they were bottle caps being popped off, and a shower of black blood rained down.

"Who?!"

The Armored Ghost felt as if he were being watched by a ferocious tiger, and the hair on his body under his black armor stood on end.

The Barrier that had trapped him now felt more like a protective shield, separating him from the ferocious Sword Cultivator outside.

"Junior Martial Uncle Nangong!"

Qing Yueqiu's excited voice rang out.

The purple curtain was struck by the Celestial Extinction Sword, making the sound of tearing silk.

Nangong Jin looked at the blood-soaked Qing Yueqiu, then turned her emotionless gaze toward the Armored Ghost.

"So it was you who beat my beautiful and adorable junior martial niece into this state?"

'Nangong Jin?!'

'Damn it, damn it, damn it! Wasn't Nangong Jin severely injured and crippled? How did she suddenly return to her peak?!'

The Armored Ghost crushed a Teleportation Magical Artifact without hesitation. Although he was also at the Void Refining Peak, he didn't dare to fight head-on against someone with Nangong Jin's fearsome reputation.

However, just as he transformed into a stream of light and was about to escape,

in a daze, he felt a gaze upon him.

The Armored Ghost looked up and saw an illusory, handsome figure in white sitting atop the entirety of Ghost-Back Mountain, looking down on him!

'I can't see through him, I can't see through him at all!'

'This person is even more dangerous than Nangong Jin...'

'Could it be... Mahayana?!'

"What were you just trying to do to my disciple?"

The Armored Ghost froze on the spot, paralyzed by this vast Divine Thought, unable to move an inch.

The void tunnel he had opened by self-destructing a Spatial Treasure now solidified.

The next moment, a clear sword cry that sounded like a Dragon's roar rang out.

Nangong Jin had caught up!

The Armored Ghost wanted to resist, but under the crushing pressure of Pei Yuhang's Divine Thought, his body was like a lamb. Facing Nangong Jin's raised sword, he could only...

...be obediently beheaded!