You've only been cultivating for a few years, and you're already talking about cultivating

The man holding the banner was a pale-faced man with a stern expression; he was the same pale-faced man Qi Fei had seen at the inn in Nanshan Town.

He faced a group of enemies, and as the black banner waved, shadows surged forward like a tide, forcing the enemies to retreat step by step.

Behind the pale-faced man stood a woman.

Qi Fei recognized her at a glance; her appearance and demeanor were clearly those of "Ru Yan".

"Huh?" Qi Fei found it interesting.

If this black banner is not from any other organization, then this pale-faced man... is Zhu Yixin?

How did he end up here?

Could it be that he has some other way of contacting his stepmother?

Who is that woman protecting him from behind...? It can't be his cheap old mother, can it?

Thinking of Ruyan covered in sweat in other environments, Qi Fei felt a bit disgusted.

He suppressed his doubts and continued reading.

Within the illusion, Zhu Yixin's enemies multiplied, surging in from all directions, a dark, overwhelming mass that seemed endless.

This forced him to use the Shadow God Sword, which is extremely strange as it strikes the shadow before the person.

He held a banner in one hand and wielded a sword in the other. As the black banner billowed, shadows surged like a tide, and as the Shadow God Sword flashed, a cold light flashed like lightning. He actually carved a bloody path through the encirclement.

But his enemies were also getting stronger... each wave stronger and higher than the last. Zhu Yixin gradually began to struggle, veins bulging on his forehead, and his breathing became heavy.

Finally, the last person appeared.

The person emerged from the light, radiating intense white light, and held a small sun in his hand.

Although the sun was only the size of a fist, it was so intense that it was impossible to look directly at it. Wherever its light reached, all the shadows released by Zhu Yixin melted away like ice and snow, instantly vanishing into nothingness.

Zhu Yixin's magic was as fragile as paper in front of that person.

The man approached step by step, each step landing squarely on Zhu Yixin's heart.

The light emanating from him grew brighter and brighter. Zhu Yixin felt as if her whole body was being burned by fire, her skin cracking inch by inch, and her blood being evaporated before it could even flow out.

Zhu Yixin knew that she couldn't stop it anymore.

He turned around and looked at the woman behind him, his eyes filled with determination.

"Holy Maiden, run!" he shouted hoarsely. "He's too strong! I'll cover you!"

The woman's eyes reddened, and she shook her head desperately, "No! If you don't leave, I won't leave either!"

"Saintess!"

"I said I'm not leaving, and I'm not leaving!" The woman bit her lip, tears already rolling down her cheeks, but she stubbornly stood still, refusing to back down an inch.

Their enemy, the one who wields the sun, walks slowly and deliberately, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"You treated me like a consumable for refining weapons, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

His voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling murderous intent. He glanced at Zhu Yixin, then at the woman, and gently shook his head.

"Since none of you want to leave, then let's all die together."

Zhu Yixin turned around, facing the approaching sun, and smiled instead.

"Holy Maiden," he said softly, as if afraid of disturbing something, "it is my blessing to die with you."

The woman smiled too, tears still clinging to her face, yet her smile was exceptionally bright.

"I am very satisfied with my single-mindedness."

They stood side by side, their hands clasped tightly together.

With his last ounce of strength, Zhu Yixin planted the black banner in the ground and held the Shadow God Sword horizontally in front of him. The woman closed her eyes, nestled against his shoulder, her expression serene.

The sun's rays overwhelmed them.

There were no screams, no struggles.

Only two figures, closely huddled together, gradually blurred in the intense white light, eventually turning into two wisps of smoke and dissipating in the wind.

They died together.

Even in death, his hand never let go.

In a daze, Zhu Yixin was resurrected. He looked at the saintess behind him and continued to fight the enemy.

Even though the enemy is powerful and I will die in battle, what does it matter if I die with the woman I love?

When faced with an enemy, his only recourse is to kill!

Qi Fei stared at the illusion before him, his face full of bewilderment.

First of all, judging from the illusory scene he just saw, the so-called "saintess" didn't care about Zhu Yixin at all.

In the hazy, dreamlike world, all you see are handsome men, all having sex; where is Zhu Yixin?

Secondly, that enemy wielding the sun, whom we cannot fight... doesn't he just look like himself?

So this is how I am in Zhu Yixin's eyes, that I'm so amazing!

And then there's the "treating me as a consumable for weapon forging" thing, just as I suspected.

For a man as devoted as Zhu Yixin, Qi Fei naturally... must continue taking his medicine.

He said to the "sword," "You do this..."

So, in this cycle of reincarnation, the plot changed.

Zhu Yixin did not commit suicide with the saintess. Faced with the invincible enemy wielding the sun, he and the saintess were both captured.

Instead of killing them immediately, the enemy imprisoned them and subjected them to all sorts of humiliation.

In front of Zhu Yixin, the enemy flirted and made love with the saintess, doing everything he could to embarrass him.

Zhu Yixin initially clenched his fists, his teeth grinding together. But he soon got used to it.

The Holy Maiden was far more audacious within the Shadow God Cult.

He had seen her flirting with other men, seen her enjoying herself with multiple male lovers, and seen her manipulating men at will.

He knew in his heart that those people were nothing more than her playthings, just like some men play with women.

He loved the saintess; he loved her in every way. Because he knew that the saintess's promiscuity stemmed precisely from the fact that she would never truly love anyone.

One day, he will be the only one in her heart.

As the days went by, Zhu Yixin gradually realized that the Holy Maiden seemed to have a different attitude towards that enemy.

She began to care about the enemy's preferences and emotions, and even lost her appetite because of the enemy's joys and sorrows.

She would secretly observe the enemy's profile and be the first to offer advice when the enemy was in trouble.

Zhu Yixin saw this and felt a little uneasy.

But soon, he stopped worrying.

Because one day, he was wounded while being tortured by the enemy.

For some reason, the saintess suddenly became very caring towards him, not only showing concern for his well-being and bringing him soup and medicine, but also talking to him about his past in the Shadow God Cult.

Her eyes softened, and her tone became gentle, a stark contrast to the saintess who had been single-mindedly focused on the enemy.

On a star-studded night, they lay side by side in the grass, gazing at the countless stars. The saint turned to his side and gently rested her head on his shoulder.

Then they kissed and rolled around in the grass under the stars.

After that, the saintess became even more obedient to him.

He thought, "The saintess has finally fallen for me."