After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

Xue Shazi, holding his knife, was about to join Yin Ye.

In his view, it wasn't a big deal that the other party suddenly kidnapped Su Ning, after all, the sect leader of the Wuxiang Sect had also kidnapped Su Ning from him back then.

It might just be an order given to him by the sect leader.

Little did they expect that Yin Ye had already been controlled by the wicked woman's bewitching magic.

Chen Wujin, naturally, was not to be outdone, but he hadn't expected Xue Shazi to have a backup plan. The first thing he did upon catching up was to ask, "You actually had a trick up your sleeve?"

Blood Fiend only shook his head and clicked his tongue a few times: "Brother Chen, you shouldn't underestimate me. I only managed to get a portion of 'Fragrance from Dry Bones' from the Ghost Doctor."

"This is a life-saving treasure."

"If I hadn't been in such a hurry to disarm him, I wouldn't have used this poison."

If the world's most skilled healers are all in Hundred Flowers Valley, then the world's most skilled poisoners are in King Sealing Platform.

The name of the Ghost Doctor was one that struck fear into the hearts of all martial arts practitioners more than a decade ago.

The Poison Demon, who had just appeared not long ago, was nothing more than a shoe-carryer in his presence.

Upon hearing this, Chen Wujin smiled inwardly, "We're really grateful to you right now; otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to actually take this knife."

Seeing that he was about to meet up with Yin Ye, but that the other party was followed by two flies, Xue Sha Zi was really annoyed. So he turned to Chen Wu Jin beside him and said:

"Brother Chen, you've already witnessed my methods. The knife is in your hand; aren't you going to use your full strength?"

Perhaps it was because they had succeeded in obtaining the Dragon Sparrow Blade that they both became a little too complacent.

At this moment, Chen Wujin, seeing Yu Xinglai chasing after Su Ning ahead, couldn't help but sigh, "I never expected this person to be the Thief Saint. No wonder he has such unfathomable agility."

"It's just a pity that such a young genius in the martial arts world is about to lose his life at my hands."

Thinking of this, Chen Wujin no longer hesitated and took out his long-hidden killing move.

He flipped his palm, and the air around him suddenly became as thick as ink. Wherever his palm wind passed, even the vitality of the surrounding plants withered.

"This is the Vajra Palm technique from the Buddha Temple, only I've modified it a bit."

"I renamed it—Asura Vajra Palm."

The reason he doesn't use this palm strike easily is that after using it, not only will the person hit lose their life force immediately, but the person who used the strike will also be unable to activate their internal energy again.

If Chen Wujin hadn't been so confident at this moment, and hadn't already disliked Yu Xinglai, he would never have used this move.

Yu Xinglai was just a step too slow, and now he could only watch helplessly as Su Ning was taken away by the other party. He wished he could have walked even more lightly.

That way you can catch up with the other person.

But then, he suddenly felt a thick, oppressive feeling coming from behind him. The aura was deathly cold, and even the surrounding air seemed to have been drained of its life force.

Yu Xinglai stomped his toes on the ground and darted out like a startled swan, barely avoiding the palm strike coming straight at him.

The palm wind swept across the spot where he had just stood, and the ground instantly cracked. The surrounding vegetation withered and curled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the moss in the cracks of the stone turned into ashes.

Even so, the aftershock still knocked him down, and he could only watch helplessly as Yin Ye carried Su Ning and Lin Ci as they flew towards the mountain peak.

Seeing that he had only managed to knock his opponent down, Chen Wujin couldn't help but feel a little regretful: "As expected of the Thief Saint who has risen to fame at such a young age. If it were an ordinary youth, this attack would surely have hit."

"Forget it, let's leave quickly." Blood Fiend held the knife, feeling a twitch between his brows, as if something bad was about to happen.

Chen Wujin no longer had the strength to deliver the final blow, so he had no choice but to follow Xue Shazi's footsteps to pursue Yin Ye.

As for Su Ning, she lay steadily in the arms of the renowned Master Youtai of the Wuxiang Sect.

This must be the most comfortable kidnapping she has ever experienced.

Yin Ye was skilled in martial arts, and although Lin Ci was entangled with him, he did not dare to use any force because of Su Ning.

Her mind-controlling technique cannot be broken if the person falls under its spell and fails to complete the task according to her instructions.

Of course, this is also related to one's own willpower and resistance.

Yin Ye was caught off guard from the start; he underestimated Su Ning, which allowed her to take advantage of him.

It might not be as effective next time the other party is on guard.

However, as Su Ning's Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns cultivation deepens, her power of bewitching will naturally increase gradually.

The chase finally ended when they were standing on the edge of a cliff.

Lin Ci's toes touched the loose rocks on the cliff edge, and his clothes fluttered in the mountain wind.

The sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, and for the first time, anger flickered in his usually calm eyes. He pointed the sword at her, his voice clear and icy: "Let her go."

However, Yin Ye ignored the other party's anger.

He put the girl down from his arms, then applied pressure points to her, his dark eyes reflecting the image of the person before him.

To him, Lin Ci was now the one who was hindering him from achieving his goal.

If they are obstacles, then just kill them.

This time, he used all his power, demonstrating his true strength as the master of the Demonic Sect's Nether Platform.

Xue Shazi and Chen Wujin, who arrived later, watched the battle and couldn't help but exclaim, "The Wuxiang Sect truly deserves its reputation as the number one sect in the demonic world."

"They certainly have the potential to make a comeback."

A few breaths later.

Lin Ci staggered and crashed into an old pine tree on the edge of the cliff. He barely managed to keep his balance by using his long sword to support himself. The front of his Taoist robe was soaked in blood, which dripped down the hem onto the gravel, spreading out in dark brown spots.

The wound on his left shoulder was still oozing blood, caused by the opponent's palm strike. The dull pain in his bones spread along his meridians, making his fingertips tremble slightly, yet he still gripped the sword hilt tightly, refusing to loosen his grip even slightly.

His dark hair was stained with sweat and blood, sticking to his cheeks. His cold eyes showed no sign of weakness as he stared intently, his breathing barely audible, as if afraid he would collapse if he relaxed even slightly.

Just as Yin Ye was about to kill his opponent—

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from the horizon.

Chen Wujin and Xue Shazi stared blankly at the strange sound coming from the horizon. "No, this means a powerful expert has arrived..."

Yin Ye naturally sensed the danger as well. Although he was bewitched, his sense of danger had not disappeared.

Just as the opponent's palm strike was about to reach him, he reached out and grabbed Chen Wujin beside him, pulling him forward forcefully. Using the recoil, he spun around and retreated.

Chen Wujin's martial arts were no match for Yin Ye's, and he never expected that the other party would use him as a shield without any mercy.

He could only watch helplessly as the golden palm strike landed on his chest, and then he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Just as the main group, including Yu Xinglai, Lou Xianyue, and a host of chivalrous heroes, arrived, this was the scene they witnessed—

The mountain wind suddenly went berserk, whipping up clouds and mist that surged like waves.

The usually aloof and serene young Taoist priest seemed to have gone mad, uttering such a broken and hoarse roar for the first time.

"No!!! Ah Ning—!"

He reached out and grabbed it like a madman.

It was just an inch off.

He was just an inch away from catching her.

Lin Ci lay face down on the edge of the cliff, half of his body hanging in mid-air, as if he were about to jump down with her.

He dug his fingers deep into the hard cracks in the rock, his nails cracked and bled, but he was completely unaware.

Tears mixed with blood rolled down from the corners of his eyes, hitting the cliff rocks and shattering into a cold fragment.

Just as he was about to jump.

But then a white-haired man with a youthful face appeared behind him and knocked him unconscious.

Tang Xi covered her lips tightly, tears already falling without her realizing it.

Yue Zijin knelt down, a metallic taste rising in his throat, which he swallowed back. Exhausted, he collapsed at the edge of the cliff, his body trembling violently, only able to utter broken sobs:

"Why Su Su...? It's me... If I had died sooner, would things have turned out differently...?"

Even Pei Yunlian's sword drooped limply. He slammed his fist into a nearby pine tree, the bark cracking and blood seeping from between his fingers, but he seemed oblivious, only repeating in a hoarse voice, "I could... I could have been faster..."

The mountain wind carried the cries and sobs of the crowd, echoing for a long time at the edge of the cliff.

Young men ride swiftly like the spring breeze, disbelieving in the possibility of separation in this world...

Volume One Complete