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"To destroy... [purity]".

The air fell silent for a second.

"Crack! Crack!"

Two crisp slaps.

"You bastard..."

"No...don't hit me in the face, I mean...do you have any suitable personal belongings with you..."

"What lady would carry something like that around with her..."

The angry and noisy shouts rose and fell, interspersed with Alessa's incomprehensible and insane curses, before gradually fading into silence.

Chapter 432 Peach Blossoms 3

In the midst of nothingness, two pure white lilies stand side by side, their pure, clear fragrance wafting through the air as they rise and fall.

On the small, lovely six-petaled petals, wing-shaped dark patterns shimmered, emitting wisps of mysterious light, as if roots were sprouting, wanting to take hold here.

A sudden surge of energy, seemingly from nowhere, arose abruptly, like a tidal wave sweeping across the land, instantly causing a dramatic change in the weather.

The flowers swayed precariously in the face of this sudden upheaval, stubbornly resisting this unknown force.

But this steadfastness was not appreciated or pitied. As if enraged, the waves suddenly intensified, ruthlessly and brutally crushing the delicate flower head to one side or the other.

A faint roar, seemingly from nowhere, echoed, as if some malevolent voice was spouting incoherent and frantic curses. But if one were to listen closely, one would find that anger and despair accounted for only a small part of the emotion; more than that, there was a sense of utterly absurd and stifling frustration.

As if finally unable to withstand the pressure, after a faint shattering sound, the pure and smooth flower collapsed. As the hazy pink light dissipated, the fresh fragrance turned into a rich and fragrant aroma, like the juice flowing out after a ripe fruit bursts open, with a thick and sticky feeling that almost overflows.

Two wondrous auras arose, one fiery and vibrant like a blazing flame, the other deep and serene like a shadow, instinctively enveloping them in the opposite direction.

The surging waves, still unabated, transformed into a raging storm, thunder, and lightning, helplessly shattering the two energies.

Although its aura appeared weak in front of the opponent and repeatedly dissipated amidst the raging waves, it always persevered and remained standing, displaying remarkable resilience.

After a moment, the flames and shadows shed their initial confusion and panic, and even found a strategy of their own. Together, they sometimes flanked from the left and right, and sometimes attacked from both sides, like an octopus binding and restraining the ferocious waves, until they gradually became indistinguishable from one another...

His mind was in a daze, feeling light and carefree as if he were floating in the void. Zhu Mingyao felt as if he were floating on a cloud.

The intense entanglement of soul and body left him in a daze for a long time, until a few soft breaths and the sound of teeth grinding startled him awake.

His hands secretly caressed the rolling peaks and valleys, feeling the wonderful touch of amazing elasticity. The sweet taste of youth still lingered on Zhu Mingyao's lips and teeth.

He licked his lips savoring the memory, then gently raised his palm. The broken fibers reformed, and two slightly torn pieces of silk fabric draped softly at his sides.

—The ups and downs, the twists and turns of the battle were enough to exhaust all my energy, so it's always good to get some more sleep.

Tiny specks of black and white tangled dust rose up, rotating mechanically, like a cold and indifferent galaxy.

This is the last embers and remnants of the two sacred relics, [Pure Mark] and [Samael's Feather]. Even though most of their essence has vanished with the dissipation of the host's soul, what remains still contains considerable power and mystery.

They drifted slowly in the air, trying to come together, as if there was some unfinished attraction and response between them.

Zhu Mingyao pondered for a moment, then focused his mind and summoned the Three Primal Palace, absorbing all the surrounding light and dust into it. In an instant, the precious light shone brightly, and all the gods within the palace mobilized, quickly analyzing and refining the light and dust to strengthen this magical artifact. Within a few breaths, everything returned to calm, leaving only a faint, elegant glow gently flowing.

"Heh, by some twist of fate, I've managed to complete the original request to destroy the holy marks."

He rested his chin on his hand and whispered, forcing himself to withdraw his two reluctant hands and racking his brains to think.

With official business concluded, it's time to get down to personal matters, but the problem is...

Oh dear! I have absolutely no experience with the life of a scumbag who juggles multiple relationships!

Just as Zhu Mingyao was troubled, two hazy curves lying on their sides suddenly undulated slightly, as if they were about to awaken from their slumber.

His eyes darted around, and he quickly coughed forcefully. Sure enough, the two curves remained still, and even a faint snoring sound resumed, but no matter how you looked at it, it seemed to have an added sense of trying to cover it up.

Thank goodness, it happened so suddenly that they probably hadn't figured out what to do.

Embracing a revolutionary optimism, Zhu Mingyao found joy amidst hardship, indulged in a series of wild thoughts, and then began cleaning up the mess.

Anyway, let's clean up the mess first and calm things down before making any further decisions. I imagine we were comrades before, and even more so now; we can just talk things out privately behind closed doors.

Anyway, it happened in a secluded place; only heaven, earth, I, you… know. Everyone can keep their distance; we can't all be killed by a woodcutter's axe, can we…?

Zhu Mingyao clasped his hands together, and all the torn pieces of cloth and sticky water droplets flew over on their own, gathering into a ball in his palms.

He suddenly stopped what he was doing, glanced down at his clothes which were in dire need of repair, and decided to strip them all off, intending to destroy the evidence.

However, in the next second, the space began to violently tremble, and an inexplicable force surged from all directions. Then, a golden light burst forth, as if a sharp blade had pierced through it.

"Crash!"

Like a can of sardines suddenly opened, a large group of people squeezed in following the golden light.

Various colorful magical artifacts suddenly opened, and more than a dozen sharp, sword-like gazes vigilantly surveyed their surroundings.

"You're all alright—!"

It was as if the pause button had been pressed, and the air suddenly became silent.

A half-naked young man, holding a change of pants in one hand and what appears to be a "trophy" in the other, has become a petrified statue.

Beneath two tattered robes, a slight shiver ran through her, revealing graceful figures, each with their own unique charm.

For the rescue team, who were already prepared to fight the enemy, this scene, which could be described with seven or eight sensitive words, was a bit too shocking.

If it weren't for the fact that all the visitors were highly skilled superhumans, their average age of over 60 would have made it hard to believe.

Although the rooster still crows, it has become unchanging, resembling a wooden rooster.

Zhu Mingyao felt that he had never understood the wisdom of Master Zhuangzi so profoundly. The description was so damn accurate. It turns out that under certain circumstances, humans can really become one with wood and stone, and even the blood will stop flowing!

As if by telepathy, all eyes turned away and then silently turned and left.

At the back of the crowd, Henry Lai tiptoed over, rummaged around for a while, and then stuffed a pack of premium Marlboro cigarettes into the young man's hand, patting him on the shoulder with a wink:

"I knew it! My divination couldn't be wrong. It really is a double-petaled peach blossom..."

Ahem, based on my past experience, having a cigarette at this time will make me feel much better...

Ah, youth, youth, I was like that back then...

Zhu Mingyao automatically ignored his subsequent rambling.

The young man stared blankly at the chaotic sky, his consciousness seemingly traversing billions of light-years, soaring through the boundless sea of ​​stars.

"It is said that due to funding issues, Houston's outer space exploration rocket has not been launched for several years..."

I wonder if I could get a one-way ticket if I used all my savings to sponsor it?

Ah! Goodbye... Mother Earth!

Chapter 433 Peach Blossoms 3

In the midst of nothingness, two pure white lilies stand side by side, their pure, clear fragrance wafting through the air as they rise and fall.

On the small, lovely six-petaled petals, wing-shaped dark patterns shimmered, emitting wisps of mysterious light, as if roots were sprouting, wanting to take hold here.

A sudden surge of energy, seemingly from nowhere, arose abruptly, like a tidal wave sweeping across the land, instantly causing a dramatic change in the weather.

The flowers swayed precariously in the face of this sudden upheaval, stubbornly resisting this unknown force.

But this steadfastness was not appreciated or pitied. As if enraged, the waves suddenly intensified, ruthlessly and brutally crushing the delicate flower head to one side or the other.

A faint roar, seemingly from nowhere, echoed, as if some malevolent voice was spouting incoherent and frantic curses. But if one were to listen closely, one would find that anger and despair accounted for only a small part of the emotion; more than that, there was a sense of utterly absurd and stifling frustration.

As if finally unable to withstand the pressure, after a faint shattering sound, the pure and smooth flower collapsed. As the hazy pink light dissipated, the fresh fragrance turned into a rich and fragrant aroma, like the juice flowing out after a ripe fruit bursts open, with a thick and sticky feeling that almost overflows.

Two wondrous auras arose, one fiery and vibrant like a blazing flame, the other deep and serene like a shadow, instinctively enveloping them in the opposite direction.

The surging waves, still unabated, transformed into a raging storm, thunder, and lightning, helplessly shattering the two energies.

Although its aura appeared weak in front of the opponent and repeatedly dissipated amidst the raging waves, it always persevered and remained standing, displaying remarkable resilience.

After a moment, the flames and shadows shed their initial confusion and panic, and even found a strategy of their own. Together, they sometimes flanked from the left and right, and sometimes attacked from both sides, like an octopus binding and restraining the ferocious waves, until they gradually became indistinguishable from one another...

His mind was in a daze, feeling light and carefree as if he were floating in the void. Zhu Mingyao felt as if he were floating on a cloud.

The intense sensations brought on by both his soul and body left him in a daze for a long time, until a few soft breaths and the sound of teeth grinding startled him awake.

The wonderful tactile sensation of amazing elasticity in his hands, and the sweet taste like green apples, lingered on Zhu Mingyao's lips and teeth.

He licked his lips savoring the memory, then gently raised his palm. The broken fibers reformed, and two slightly torn pieces of silk fabric draped softly at his sides.

—The ups and downs, the twists and turns of the battle were enough to exhaust all my energy, so it's always good to get some more sleep.

Tiny specks of black and white tangled dust rose up, rotating mechanically, like a cold and indifferent galaxy.

This is the last embers and remnants of the two sacred relics, [Pure Mark] and [Samael's Feather]. Even though most of their essence has vanished with the dissipation of the host's soul, what remains still contains considerable power and mystery.

They drifted slowly in the air, trying to come together, as if there was some unfinished attraction and response between them.

Zhu Mingyao pondered for a moment, then focused his mind and summoned the Three Primal Palace, absorbing all the surrounding light and dust into it. In an instant, the precious light shone brightly, and all the gods within the palace mobilized, quickly analyzing and refining the light and dust to strengthen this magical artifact. Within a few breaths, everything returned to calm, leaving only a faint, elegant glow gently flowing.

"Heh, by some twist of fate, I've managed to complete the original request to destroy the holy marks."

He rested his chin on his hand and whispered, forcing himself to withdraw his two reluctant hands and racking his brains to think.

With official business concluded, it's time to get down to personal matters, but the problem is...

Oh dear! I have absolutely no experience with juggling multiple relationships!

Just as Zhu Mingyao was troubled, two hazy curves lying on their sides suddenly undulated slightly, as if they were about to awaken from their slumber.

His eyes darted around, and he quickly coughed forcefully. Sure enough, the two curves remained still, and even a faint snoring sound resumed, but no matter how you looked at it, it seemed to have an added sense of trying to cover it up.

Thank goodness, it happened so suddenly that they probably hadn't figured out what to do.

Embracing a revolutionary optimism, Zhu Mingyao found joy amidst hardship, indulged in a series of wild thoughts, and then began cleaning up the mess.

Anyway, let's clean up the mess first and calm things down before making any further decisions. I imagine we were comrades before, and even more so now; we can just talk things out privately behind closed doors.

Anyway, it happened in a secluded place; only heaven, earth, I, you… know. Everyone can keep their distance; we can't all be killed by a woodcutter's axe, can we…?

Zhu Mingyao clasped his hands together, and all the torn pieces of cloth and sticky water droplets flew over on their own, gathering into a ball in his palms.

He suddenly stopped what he was doing, glanced down at his clothes which were in dire need of repair, and decided to strip them all off, intending to destroy the evidence.

However, in the next second, the space began to violently tremble, and an inexplicable force surged from all directions. Then, a golden light burst forth, as if a sharp blade had pierced through it.

"Crash!"