After a day and a night, Xiao Yan stood up, feeling satisfied, and stretched his body with a comfortable yawn.
Feeling the even more abundant Dou Qi within him, a satisfied smile appeared on Xiao Yan's face.
A night of dual cultivation had directly elevated his cultivation from Mid-Six Star to Early-Seven Star.
Although it couldn't compare to absorbing a different flame, this speed was already terrifying.
Of course, this was also because Yao Ling had a special constitution, combined with the Yin-Yang Holy Flame's subsidiary flame within her.
The Saintess's taste… truly excellent.
Just as the smile on Xiao Yan's face was about to widen, he sensed a massive soul force surging towards him from the side.
His expression shifted slightly, and he immediately mobilized his soul power for defense.
Clang! An invisible soul attack collided in mid-air, producing a violent, unseen ripple. A deep groove appeared on the surface of the altar.
"Are you trying to kill your own husband?" Xiao Yan turned his head to look at the icy beauty beside him.
Having entered a state of serenity, Yao Ling was completely devoid of the passion of the previous night. She now enveloped her delicate body in an Azure Brocade Robe, her flowing hair slightly disheveled. Her beautiful eyes were coldly fixed on Xiao Yan.
"If I don't kill you today, I can't relieve the hatred in my heart!" Yao Ling sneered, continuing to unleash her soul power to attack Xiao Yan.
However, Xiao Yan's soul power had once again become even more formidable. Although he hadn't yet reached the level of a high-grade Seventh Grade Alchemist, the benefits of dual cultivation with the Emperor Spirit Soul Body were not limited to this.
"If I didn't help you, you would have been trapped and killed here by that Yin-Yang Evil Saint long ago."
Xiao Yan said with righteous indignation.
"You two are just birds of a feather. After I kill you, I'll return to the clan and ask the elders to completely obliterate this Evil Saint's remnant soul between heaven and earth."
Yao Ling sneered, continuing to mobilize her terrifying soul force to attack Xiao Yan.
On the yin-side altar, the Yin-Yang Evil Saint, who was suppressing his own corpse, suddenly sneezed.
"If you keep this up, I'm going to get angry." Xiao Yan, after withstanding another attack,
looked at Yao Ling, who refused to give up, and snorted coldly.
"Heh heh, let me show you what I can do!"
He raised his right hand, and a black and white flame once again ignited from his palm.
"Even with the Yin-Yang Twin Flames, you'll still be killed by me here." Yao Ling was about to mobilize her soul power, but her pretty face suddenly flushed inexplicably.
She suddenly felt that the strange flames from last night were rising slowly from within her body again.
"You're卑鄙 (despicable)!" Yao Ling's eyes burned with anger.
She hadn't expected the Yin-Yang Twin Flames to have such a detestable function.
"I told you, if you keep doing this, I'm going to get angry," Xiao Yan said with an innocent look, but the flames in his hand didn't stop.
"Stop it quickly." Looking at the black and white flames burning in Xiao Yan's hand, a blush rose on Yao Ling's delicate face, but her eyes remained icy.
Ignoring her rebuke, Xiao Yan, holding the black and white flames, slowly walked in front of Yao Ling.
"Even if I stand here and let you kill me, do you dare to actually kill me?" Xiao Yan sneered, opening his arms and dropping all defenses.
Hearing this, Yao Ling's gaze paused slightly.
Even if the young man before her was shameless and despicable, he was, after all, the Saint Son of the Xiao Clan. Killing him so casually might lead to conflict between the two clans.
This was something the Yao Clan definitely didn't want to see.
Furthermore, Xiao Yan had two Half-Saints protecting him, indicating that his status was probably far more noble than other Saint Sons. If such a person died at her hands, the Xiao Clan would likely be furious.
Then, a single Eight-Star Dou Sheng would be enough to put the entire Yao Clan under immense pressure.
If handled poorly, it could become a crisis for the Yao Clan.
From a young age, being a part of the Yao Clan had always been Yao Ling's pride. This clan was the altar of the continent's alchemists, like hidden gods overlooking the land.
High above all.
But there was always someone stronger, and the Yao Clan, which many people looked up to, also had to look up to a greater existence: the Xiao Clan!
As she was thinking this, she felt her hand being grasped by another, hot hand.
A handsome face, both clean-cut and rakish, was inches from her own. Through that face, Yao Ling saw a pair of eyes, dark and profound.
"Sister Yao Ling," Xiao Yan soothed after the initial shock.
"From the moment I first saw you, I was captivated by your beauty. From that moment on, I've wanted to have you."
"I admit it, I'm lustful, shameless, and vulgar. I won't be like those hypocrites, putting on a false front. The women Xiao Yan sets his sights on, I'll do whatever it takes to get them."
"I know you don't like me now, but I'll find a way to make you like me.
When I become a Dou Sheng, I'll ride in on a cloud of auspicious colors to find you at the Yao Clan, and let the entire Yao Clan know that you are my woman."
Xiao Yan's tone was a mix of roguishness and domineering arrogance.
"How can there be such a brazen person in the world?" Even Yao Ling was shocked by his shameless words.
Before she could react, she felt a warmth on her lips.
"Stop!" Yao Ling struggled a little, but under the influence of various factors, it seemed more like she was acting coy.
Yao Ling said nothing, turning her head away and ignoring Xiao Yan.
"You're about to break through to Dou Zong, aren't you?" Xiao Yan, with a thick skin, stuck close to her.
Yao Ling nodded gently, remaining silent.
"Then let me lend you a hand." Xiao Yan's hand wrapped around her slender waist.
(Three days later, the Wen and Wu Saints outside the ancient city looked at the ruins with a hint of anxiety. Even more anxious than them were the two old women from the Yao Clan.)
Not far away, a hundred-foot-diameter red and blue energy shield was crystal clear, filled with terrifying black mist.
"Why isn't the young master out yet?" Xiao Wu, standing to the side, had a faint red glow flickering on his body, clearly a bit impatient.
"Refining the Yin-Yang Holy Flame always takes time," Xiao Wen said, eyes closed in concentration, though his brow was slightly furrowed.
"Buzz!" An invisible ripple spread around the outer perimeter of the ancient city, and a silver circle, about a yard in diameter, quietly appeared outside the city.
In an instant, two Half-Saints and two Dou Zun experts all looked solemn, staring intently at the black hole in the circle of light.
After a moment, a man and a woman slowly emerged from it.
The young man had delicate features, with a hint of a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth, and the young woman was cold and beautiful, like a snow lotus.
Seeing the two who slowly appeared, the four elders finally breathed a sigh of relief.
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