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Chapter 236 Effortless

Que Yu looked at her with great interest. "Yun Fuzhao, beg me, and maybe I will take pity on you and save you."

"Kill me if you want, stop talking nonsense."

Yun Fuzhao was bloodthirsty, her blood boiling, and she felt as if something was about to burst forth from the ground.

Infected by her emotions, the sword Wuji in her hand emitted bursts of excited sword cries.

The smile on Que Yu's lips gradually faded, and a hint of inquiry appeared in his eyes. Yun Fuzhao's aura seemed different.

Those berserk spirit beasts that could easily crush a Nascent Soul stage cultivator were effortlessly slain by her sword. This was something completely beyond her current cultivation level…

As she turned and pierced the spirit beast's throat bone, her usually clear, black-and-white eyes turned completely black.

Que Yu was taken aback. Just as he was about to investigate further, the man who had been filled with murderous intent suddenly trembled and fell straight to the ground.

While his brain was still debating whether to save her, his body reacted first. By the time he regained his senses, he had already caught her firmly.

A strange sense of irritation welled up inside Que Yu. He crushed all the spirit beasts that tried to approach them.

……

Yun Fuzhao had a terrible headache.

She felt as if her whole body was being torn apart, and her internal organs had shifted.

She slowly opened her eyes, her memory still lingering on the moment she was wreaking havoc. She clearly remembered slaying spirit beasts...

As she regained consciousness, she sat up abruptly.

"woke up?"

Yun Fuzhao's heart skipped a beat. She turned her head and saw Que Yu sitting not far away, slowly adding firewood to the fire.

Alarm bells rang in her mind, and she immediately moved far away, asking warily, "What exactly do you want?"

To be honest, she didn't quite understand Que Yu. He had killed her effortlessly when she was entangled by the spirit beast and couldn't escape.

But he didn't do that.

She didn't understand what he was thinking.

Que Yu rested her chin on her hand and looked at her, "I saved your life, is this how you treat your savior?"

"You saved me, you must have some ulterior motive."

Que Yu raised the corners of her lips and asked in return, "What do you have that I would want?"

His gaze followed her eyes inch by inch downwards.

He moved his gaze to her neck, then slowly met her eyes again, "If I really had ulterior motives..."

He paused, a strange purple light flashing in his eyes. Yun Fuzhao was startled, his gaze becoming vacant.

Que Yu raised his hand, and Yun Fuzhao suddenly moved closer, their shoulders touching, so close that their breaths mingled.

Que Yu's eyes flashed, and Yun Fuzhao, as if bewitched, placed her hand on his side, leaned forward, and tilted her head to kiss him.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Yun Fuzhao suddenly realized what was happening. Her eyes widened, and she abruptly stepped back, creating distance between them.

Que Yu's lips curled up, and the corners of his eyes slanted upwards, causing his beauty mark to be drawn out, making him appear even more eerie and wicked, evil to the core.

He slowly added, "—Without lifting a finger."

"..."

The air was quiet for a moment.

Yun Fuzhao gritted his teeth, "What exactly are you doing with the potion?"

Que Yu's smile faded. "Be more civilized."

"Do you have a split personality? You were yelling at me to kill me before, but now you're inexplicably saving me." Yun Fuzhao said, "No normal person would do something like this."

Que Yu disagreed, "I act solely on my mood. If I'm in a good mood, I'll save you; if I'm in a bad mood, I'll kill you. The two aren't mutually exclusive. However, if you insist on an answer..."

It basically means, you can only die by my hand. I'll arrange the most perfect way for you to die in the world.

Yun Fuzhao: "..."

Okay, he really is a lunatic.

Yun Fuzhao didn't want to stay with him any longer; this man was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

She stood up to leave.

With such a movement, the bones in the body creaked and groaned, like an old machine.

I wonder how Jiaoyu is doing now.

Yun Fuzhao decided to ask the powerful figures: "[Leaders, who do you think is superior, Jiaoyu or Qiongqi?]"

[Yun Family Brigade 5, Ziqian: According to records, under the rule of the Dragon Clan, all four ferocious beasts were subdued. They were respectively suppressed in the present-day Immortal Cultivation Realm, Demon Realm, Monster Realm, and Ghost Realm. Judging from the records, the Dragon Clan was naturally superior. But—]

[He Yu, the fourth guard of the Yun family: But Jiaoyu is not yet fully grown, while Qiongqi is already an adult. It's very uncertain who will win.]

Yun Fuzhao frowned; she needed to find Jiaoyu.

I'll help in any way I can.

Que Yu seemed to see through her thoughts, "I went through so much trouble to save you, and now you want to go and die?"

"There's absolutely no credibility to what you're saying."

"Yun Fuzhao, if you're so eager to die, come find me directly."

"..."

Yun Fuzhao didn't want to waste words with him, so she stepped straight onto Wuji and left without looking back, saying, "If you want to kill me, then come on."

However, even after she had flown hundreds of meters away, Que Yu did not catch up.

Is he a friend or foe?

Yun Fuzhao didn't know, but her intuition told her not to trust this ghost. He definitely had ulterior motives.

However, Yun Fuzhao was unclear about what he wanted to get from her.

The Key to Destiny? Dragons? Or something else entirely...?

When Yun Fuzhao returned to the scene, the ground was littered with the severed limbs of spirit beasts. The heavy stench of blood made her feel nauseous.

She could hardly believe that she had such great potential, having killed so many spirit beasts.

Yun Fuzhao, I really have to praise you.

Yun Fuzhao was able to sense Jiaoyu's aura through the contract.

He lives nearby.

Yun Fuzhao searched for three or four times before finally finding him by a stream.

Jiaoyu has now transformed into a half-grown beast, its tail tip drooping into the stream, looking as if it might be swept away at any moment.

Yun Fuzhao's pupils contracted, and he immediately stepped forward and scooped him up. He took out several spirit pills from his storage bag and stuffed them into the man's mouth.

Sensing that he was still breathing, Yun Fuzhao breathed a sigh of relief.

That damned Qiongqi.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Yun Fuzhao smelled the same strong stench of blood on the other side.

Thinking of something, Yun Fuzhao carefully placed Jiaoyu in his arms and walked in that direction.

The leaves of the bushes not far away were stained with bright red blood.

Yun Fuzhao used Wuji to part the bushes and saw the battered Qiongqi.

At that moment, it was no bigger than a puppy, its abdomen pierced by a sharp branch, and it was on the verge of death.

Yun Fuzhao stared at her for a moment, then raised Wuji and delivered the finishing blow without hesitation.

Qiongqi became completely still and lost all vital signs. After a while, it turned into wisps of green smoke and dissipated.

Yun Fuzhao dared not linger and returned to Qingqiu with Jiaoyu.

There are many alchemists in Qingqiu; perhaps they can save Jiaoyu's life.

However, halfway there, Yun Fuzhao bumped into Qi Huai, who had come looking for her.

Qi Huai's eyes darkened when he saw the blood all over her body. "Is this how he protects you?"

Yun Fuzhao's mind wasn't on this. "Jiaoyu is seriously injured, and I just stopped his bleeding..."

"I know," Qi Huai said gently. "Don't worry, I'm here. I will save him."