The person is perfect, but the system is stuck in a fantastical sewer.

"Get down here!"

Wang Teng changed his fist into a claw, grabbing the scales that had flipped up on the dragon's tail, his arm muscles bulging like a coiled dragon.

"rise!"

With a roar, he actually sent this enormous creature, hundreds of meters long and weighing hundreds of thousands of kilograms, flying.

Like cracking a whip, it swung around hard and then slammed heavily into the rocky ground!

"BOOM—!!!"

The entire herb garden trembled violently under this blow.

The ground cracked open, revealing deep, bottomless canyons, and smoke and dust blotted out the sun.

The pureblood glass dragon lay limp at the bottom of the pit like a dead snake.

Countless bones in his body were broken, blood gushed from his mouth, and his eyes were filled with endless fear and confusion.

It couldn't understand it.

Why?

Why is it that in this forbidden realm, in this physical duel that should be its home turf, it is being tormented like a doll by a human?

The smoke and dust cleared. Wang Teng stood at the edge of the pit, still dressed in white, spotless.

He clapped his hands, looked at the dragon head in the pit that was questioning its existence, and said in a calm tone:

"It seems you've chosen the second option—Mao Xue Wang (a spicy Sichuan dish)."

He turned around and looked at the group of people behind him who had already turned to stone.

Finally, his gaze fell on Yunxi's stunningly beautiful face, which was filled with a blank expression, and he smiled slightly:

"Miss Yunxi, go fetch some spring water. I've already crippled that watchdog for you."

As soon as Wang Teng finished speaking, the deathly silent valley seemed to be put on play.

Yunxi stood there blankly, her purple pupils reflecting Wang Teng's godlike figure.

She had fantasized countless times about what it would be like if someone could sweep away the Li Dragon and suppress all enemies in this forbidden realm.

That must have been a tragic hero who fought his way through thorns and brambles, his body stained with blood.

But Wang Teng, dressed in white, was still as pure as snow, and his breathing was perfectly steady.

He wasn't fighting at all.

He had clearly stepped on and killed a crawling insect that was blocking his way while strolling around leisurely.

"Young master...you..."

Yunxi's voice trembled; it was a speechless outburst of shock.

Without wasting words, Wang Teng stepped towards the deepest part of the valley.

In this forbidden realm, every step he took produced a dull, metallic sound, a pure clash between his physical body and the rules of the Great Dao.

At the end of the valley, on an ancient altar, a stone pool no bigger than a washbasin was emitting a hazy glow.

At the bottom of the pool, nine crystal-clear droplets, resembling pure gold, were flowing quietly.

Each drop exudes an extremely rich fragrance of life. Just by taking a whiff, Yunxi felt the meridians in her body that had been burned by Bifang rapidly healing.

This is the Fountain of Youth.

[Ding! 'Water of Life' detected!]

[System Scan: This divine liquid can perfectly repair 'Gu Yue Na's' damaged foundation, triggering 'Bond Ascension'!]

We hope you seize this opportunity to get closer to Gu Yuena.

Wang Teng pursed his lips helplessly; this system really couldn't stop talking about its old tricks.

However, he wasn't actually that thirsty for this divine liquid.

After all, the divine king array patterns on his body are synonymous with immortality.

With a casual wave of his hand, a gust of wind shot out from his fingertips, steadily lifting the nine drops of the Fountain of Youth from the pool.

Then, he turned and walked towards Yunxi, and in full view of everyone, pushed the five most essential drops of liquid directly in front of Yunxi.

"Take it."

Wang Teng's voice carried an undeniable domineering air.

"Young...Young Master! This is too much!"

Yunxi hurriedly waved her hand, feeling flattered.

Nine drops of divine liquid, a treasure that took ten thousand years to condense in the Hundred Broken Mountains, and Wang Teng actually gave her more than half of it.

"Whether it's a life-saving grace or a kindness in guiding the way."

Wang Teng stepped forward, took Yun Xi's soft, boneless hands, and forcibly placed the small porcelain bottle containing the divine liquid into her palm.

"I've said it before, I, Wang Teng, never mistreat my own women... oh no, my own people."

The moment Yunxi's hand was grasped by Wang Teng, she felt an unprecedented electric current coursing through her entire body.

She looked up at Wang Teng, his deep, star-like eyes so close to hers, his domineering gaze carrying a tenderness that even she couldn't resist.

In this desolate and bloody Baiduan Mountain, in this world where the strong prey on the weak, no one has ever so selflessly presented her with such an astonishing creation.

"Brother Wang..."

Yunxi murmured softly, and the word "Young Master" quietly changed into "Brother Wang".

Her original aloof and ethereal aura completely dissipated, replaced by a touch of girlish shyness.

She lowered her head, clutching the porcelain bottle containing the Fountain of Youth tightly, as if it were not only a divine medicine, but also a token of love.

The heart of a saint, originally as still as a deep well.

At that moment, Wang Teng's unreasonable combination of "fist and tenderness" completely blasted open a breach.

[Ding! Detected that the Silver Dragon King has lost his heart!]

[Affection Level: 99% (Bound by Life and Death)!]

[Please keep up the good work, host. Once you defeat Gu Yuena, you'll have a chance to participate in a mystery lottery.]

There's also a mystery prize draw?

Is the system trying to force me into a fait accompli?

Just as Wang Teng was speculating, someone in the team couldn't help but speak up.

"Ahem!"

Behind them, Huo Ling'er finally couldn't stand it anymore. She ran over angrily, pushed Yun Xi aside, and grabbed Wang Teng's arm:

"Brother Wang! There are still four drops left! You can't give them all to Sister Yunxi, Ling'er wants some too!"

Yu Ziming walked over gracefully, her eyes filled with a resentful look that seemed to drip with tears, and she gently bit her red lips:

"Master is biased. Zi Mo really... really put in a lot of effort in the woods last night."

"Everyone gets a share, everyone gets a share."

Wang Teng laughed heartily and casually distributed the remaining four drops to Shi Hao and the two women.

He then abruptly turned his head to look at the convulsing Li Long in the pit, a cruel glint in his eyes.

"Alright, now that we have the spring water, it's time for our 'Dragon and Phoenix Feast' to begin!"

Yunxi stood behind Wang Teng, watching his triumphant figure.

The violet eyes no longer held their former aloofness, only a gentle tenderness remained.

She'll probably never escape this man's grasp in this lifetime.

Yunxi lowered her head, her amethyst-like eyes fixed on the porcelain bottle containing the Fountain of Youth in her palm, her fingertips trembling slightly.

The fragrance of the Fountain of Youth wafted around her nose, but it paled in comparison to the impact of the man before her.

On Mount Tianshen, she was a high and mighty saintess, and everyone looked at her with awe, calculation, or almost fanatical worship.

But when Wang Teng looked at her, his eyes held only the calm indifference of a strong person and a kind of intimacy that even carried a hint of "teasing".

This undisguised purity instantly shattered all her psychological defenses.

"Brother Wang..."

Yunxi raised her head, her voice barely audible.

She suddenly stretched out her slender, delicate hand, her fingertips touching her crystal-clear, jade-like earlobe.

There hung a pair of purple pendants, shaped like two slender rhinoceros leaves.

Even within the forbidden realm, there was a faint resonance that only those with the Celestial Race bloodline could sense.

Those are the Lingxi earrings.

On Mount Tianshen, and throughout the entire Celestial Race, this is more than just an ornament.

It is a sacred object passed down from ancestors, and a token of love that can only be given once in a lifetime.

Giving it away means entrusting your life, your soul, and your future entirely to the man before you...