Chapter 643 538: Xiaohan's Essence Blood Is the Best Treasure

Rumor had it that the peerless Saintess of the Yin Yang Sacred Land frequently visited the Xuanyuan Sacred Land to meet a lover.

'Could… could it be this man?'

'His Cultivation is definitely higher than mine. Is he at the mid-stage Void Refining Realm, or nearing the late stage? Which Great Elder from the Dao Sect is he?'

'How could Shang Miaoyan fall for an old monster… If my Cultivation surpasses this old geezer's in the future, would I have a chance…?'

He gazed at the two figures standing side-by-side in the distance, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

The thought of the "Flower on the Cliff" he had admired for so long, now nestled intimately beside that old monster disguised in the skin of a handsome youth, sent a piercing, heart-wrenching pain through Yao Feng's chest.

'It hurts. It hurts so much!'

"Xiaohan, when that Yao Feng showed his hostility just now, why did you only warn him? You should have just killed him to avoid any trouble later."

Shang Miaoyan spoke in a gentle voice, but her words were chilling.

"There's no need to stir up trouble. That man's ancestor might also be here in the Abyssal Sea Palace, and I didn't come here to make enemies."

"After we get the Rebirth Lotus Root, finding Qianqian and Yueqiu is the most important thing."

"Mm... I'll listen to whatever you say."

Shang Miaoyan nodded obediently. As their robes fluttered, they stepped forward side-by-side, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"After the Young Master of the Blood Shadow Sect failed, someone else is actually going to attempt the trial!"

"That Flood Dragon's power surpasses the Golden Core Stage, and our Cultivation has all been suppressed to below the Golden Core Stage. Can anyone really succeed?"

Amidst the crowd's murmurs, Pei Yuhang's gaze sharpened, and the Silent Sword in his hand let out a clear dragon's cry.

With a flick of his wrist, a brilliant sword light poured out like the Milky Way, instantly severing all nine waterfalls ahead!

Standing on the White Jade Square, Yao Feng's pupils shrank as he witnessed this scene.

'My full-powered strike could only sever the Sixfold Waterfall... He can cut straight through the Nine Layers... He really is an old monster who hides his true power. Could he already be at the Mahayana Stage?!'

'The Mahayana Stage. That's the level of a Major Sect's leader.'

'If Pei Yuhang really is a Mahayana cultivator, then I, Yao Feng, would never dare to covet his forbidden Saintess!'

ROAR—!!

Following the furious roar, the Flood Dragon burst from the water again, stirring up monstrous waves.

On its ferocious Dragon Head, two lantern-like eyes stared intently at Pei Yuhang.

"Xiaohan, you just focus on moving forward. I'll deal with this!"

As Shang Miaoyan's skirt billowed, a demonic, red lotus-like sheen bloomed in her eyes.

Her alluring crimson lips parted slightly to utter a string of obscure incantations. The ferocious Flood Dragon was instantly struck as if by lightning, its massive body freezing unnaturally in mid-air.

The Yin Yang Sacred Land's Charm Technique, when cultivated to a high enough level, could control all living things—even flowers and grass!

"That Fairy can actually control the Flood Dragon!"

"Here's our chance!"

Seeing the Flood Dragon restrained, a few quick-witted cultivators had greed flash in their eyes. They all activated their Magical Artifacts, wanting to take advantage of the chaos and rush into the Medicinal Garden.

However, before they could take more than a few steps, a blazing Red Lotus Karma Fire suddenly erupted in front of them.

Shang Miaoyan glanced back with a smile, but it was an utterly freezing one.

"You dare try to take advantage of Xiaohan and me?"

"If you want to pass, do it yourselves. If I didn't know Xiaohan dislikes me causing trouble, I'd kill you right now!"

The cultivators' faces turned ashen, and they scrambled back in retreat.

Only then did Shang Miaoyan turn back around.

But at that moment, a hideous bloody gash suddenly split open on the Flood Dragon's brow, forcibly tearing open to reveal a brilliant, golden, vertical pupil!

Runes flowed within the vertical pupil as an ancient and ferocious aura erupted!

"What?!"

Shang Miaoyan's pupils shrank, the lazy expression on her face instantly freezing over.

She only had time to raise a delicate hand to form a seal. Before her Red Lotus Dharma Shield could fully materialize, several bolts of golden lightning struck down like divine punishment!

BOOM—!!

A blinding golden light exploded. The Dharma Shield shattered in an instant, scattering countless flecks of light like snowflakes.

Shang Miaoyan let out a muffled grunt, a trickle of crimson spilling from the corner of her lips as her delicate body was thrown backward like a broken kite.

Her long eyelashes fluttered. She managed to open her eyes slightly against the fierce wind, only to see the darkness of the bottomless abyss rushing up to meet her.

Just as she was about to fall into the abyss—

ZING—!!

A clear sword cry suddenly rang through the sky, like an icy spring striking jade, its vibration causing the surrounding water vapor to momentarily freeze.

The Silent Sword transformed into a snow-white streak of light, piercing the Flood Dragon's left eye with the force of a thunderbolt!

The moment the blade sank into its scales, fine ice crystals and searing streams of flame spread from the wound, inflicting deep-seated damage.

"ROAR—!!"

The Flood Dragon let out a piercing shriek, scarlet blood spraying from its eye like rain.

Its massive body thrashed wildly, creating monstrous waves that made the entire body of water boil.

As Shang Miaoyan fell, she suddenly felt a firm grip around her waist.

The arm holding her was incredibly steady; she could feel the latent power contained within it even through the layers of her clothing.

She was pulled into an embrace that smelled of pine and snow as the wind howled past her ears.

"Hold on tight."

A cool voice sounded from just above her head.

Shang Miaoyan's beautiful eyes widened slightly, her gaze falling upon Pei Yuhang's handsome profile.

The White-clothed Sword Immortal tapped his toes against the cliff face, carrying her as he leaped up and down between the thousand-fathom precipices.

His robes fluttered like the spreading wings of a crane, and with each leap, he precisely dodged the sweeping lash of the Flood Dragon's tail.

On his last step, he shattered a jutting rock to propel himself forward. Their robes overlapping, they traced an arc through the air and landed steadily on the opposite bank.

The moment their feet touched the ground, Pei Yuhang immediately let go and took half a step back.

"Are you alright?"

Shang Miaoyan blinked, then suddenly hooked an arm around his neck, bringing her blood-stained lips close to his ear and breathing out warmly:

"Xiaohan, were you worried about me?"

Pei Yuhang pushed her face away, his voice cool. "You're overthinking it."

As if to change the subject, Pei Yuhang looked at the still-raging Flood Dragon in the abyss and spoke slowly.

"Did you notice something... off?"

"What's off?"

"The Abyssal Sea Palace hasn't been entered in ten thousand years. Why would a Flood Dragon suddenly appear here?"

As Pei Yuhang spoke, he raised his hand to recall the Silent Sword, which had been fighting the Flood Dragon. The beast shot him a hateful glare before sinking back into the deep pool.

"Just as I thought. It stopped attacking after we reached the bank. It's completely different from the Spirit Beasts that usually guard Heavenly and Earthly Treasures... It's more like a pre-set trial."

"And there's the maze on the outskirts, designed to make cultivators fight amongst themselves, plus the maps of the Abyssal Sea Palace scattered everywhere. The signs of human intervention are too strong... I have a bad feeling about this Abyssal Sea Palace."

Pei Yuhang took a deep breath, his thoughts turning to Yuan Tianming.

'If what Qianqian said is true, Yuan Tianming's real goal is to gather most of the Cultivation Realm's elite here in the Abyssal Sea Palace.'

'In that case, is it possible... that Yuan Tianming has already been to the Abyssal Sea Palace before?'

'After all, I learned from Ji Shenyun that the divine body Ji Xichan possesses originally belonged to her, was later given to Yuan Tianming... and only then did it end up with Ji Xichan.'

'It seems Yuan Tianming was perfectly capable of opening the Abyssal Sea Palace once before to set all of this up!'

'Looks like I was right not to let Liyuan come here. This place... is very dangerous.'

Seeing the worry in Pei Yuhang's eyes, Shang Miaoyan gently tugged on the corner of his sleeve.

"Xiaohan, don't be so anxious. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it!"

"At the very least, all the Heavenly and Earthly Treasures in the entire Medicinal Garden are ours for the taking now!"

Shang Miaoyan stretched her slender waist languidly, her tone excited.

Pei Yuhang, however, shook his head.

"Since we know this Medicinal Garden was likely set up by Yuan Tianming, taking too much will entangle us in too much karma. There's definitely no benefit in that."

"Besides, ninety percent of the Spirit Grass here probably isn't as effective as my Pure Yang Essence Blood."

"Mhm, Xiaohan's Essence Blood is the best treasure of all~!"

Shang Miaoyan chimed in with a grin. She licked her lips, her beautiful eyes filled with a look of nostalgic satisfaction.

The back of Pei Yuhang's ears suddenly burned; he felt as though Shang Miaoyan had just made an indecent pass at him.

However, Shang Miaoyan just tilted her head and blinked at him with a look of pure innocence. The warm light from the illumination Crystal Stone overhead penetrated her gauze robes, outlining the faint curves of her waist.

Pei Yuhang couldn't be bothered with her little games. He snorted coldly and said:

"Just look for what's useful. We leave immediately after we find it, lest something unexpected happens."

Shang Miaoyan didn't object, merely nodding gently.

"I'll listen to whatever you say."