Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

"Fellow Daoist, you should have said so earlier."

Lu Yao flipped her hand.

A jade slip floated towards Su Chen from a distance.

"This is the solution to the slave mark."

Su Chen stretched out two fingers and held the jade slip between them.

He probed inside with his divine sense.

The methods to decipher the slave pattern all entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

"in this way."

Su Chen casually put the jade slip into his storage bag.

"This saves me, Su, a lot of trouble."

Lu Yao wanted to say something more.

I looked up.

Su Chen's figure had already transformed into a shield of light.

They fled towards the direction of Qinghuan Pavilion.

She was left all alone, suspended above the city lights.

The wind that drifted in from outside the city at night.

It carried a damp, fishy smell, like the smell of the bottom of a sinkhole.

Lu Yao stood in the wind.

I don't know how long I stood there.

...

That ebony door.

Su Chen reached out and pushed him.

The door hinge creaked.

A rich, sweet fragrance wafted towards me.

Su Chen stopped in his tracks.

I looked down.

The ground was covered with brocade.

Ying Ning'er was curled up in a ball.

The blue gauze dress was soaked with sweat and clung to her body.

A pair of fair, white feet unconsciously scratched at the brocade on the ground.

His facial features were burned, making him look somewhat distorted.

As soon as Su Chen entered.

Ying Ning'er suddenly propped herself up.

He crawled half a step toward him.

"Master..."

The voice was soft and trembling.

"Yingning'er, I feel unwell..."

Su Chen frowned.

That power of the alluring pill.

During the last time we practiced together, he had already driven her completely away.

Now this girl's body.

Clearly, only that slave mark remained.

But the power of this slave mark.

It's far from strong enough to burn a person to this extent.

It's strange, actually.

He extended a finger and placed it on Ying Ning'er's wrist.

"I have already obtained the solution to that problem."

Su Chen's voice was flat.

"I'll remove this slave mark for you."

"Get rid of this thing."

"Then you will be at ease."

Ying Ning'er heard this.

The hand that was resting on the ground suddenly grabbed Su Chen's wrist.

They held on very tightly.

"Master..."

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him.

"Ying Ning'er is Master's disciple."

"This tattoo...it's better not to get rid of it."

Su Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Master, you have shown me immense kindness."

The girl's voice grew softer and softer as she spoke.

"With this mark."

"Ying Ning'er, in this life, you must never betray your master again."

"That's pretty much it..."

"This can be considered Ying Ning'er's way of repaying her master's kindness."

Su Chen listened.

I was so angry at this girl that I laughed.

"What are you thinking about?"

He raised his hand and flicked the girl's forehead lightly.

"I, Su, will accept you as my disciple."

"Are you saying I'm afraid of your betrayal?"

"Furthermore..."

Su Chen's tone became a few degrees more serious.

"Now that you have become a disciple of Su..."

"From now on, my cultivation level must be strong enough."

"These slave markings are a means that Lu Yao uses to manipulate people."

"My heart is always with you."

"It has the greatest impact on one's Daoist heart."

"Keep it."

"It will do you nothing but harm in your future spiritual practice."

talking.

Su Chen didn't ask the girl if she was willing again.

A gentle spiritual energy gathers at the fingertips.

A gentle swipe was applied to Ying Ning'er's lower abdomen.

That mysterious slave pattern.

It's like snow meeting the sun.

It melted away, little by little.

scattered.

Ying Ning'er's body trembled.

That thing that held her heart was gone.

She felt lighter overall.

But the fire that started...

But it hasn't dispersed yet.

Su Chen saw it all.

I'm too lazy to investigate where the fire came from.

"Sit still."

He helped the girl up.

"This fire cannot be suppressed by spiritual power alone."

"We still need to use that dual cultivation method to draw it out for you."

"This time."

Su Chen looked at her.

"Consider it as cutting off the root of this trouble for you."

A powerful and domineering spiritual force flowed in.

Ying Ning'er let out a muffled groan.

That petite body went limp once again.

The soft couch covered with brocade began to sway.

...

Two hours.

The commotion on the bed gradually subsided.

Ying Ning'er collapsed at Su Chen's feet.

He couldn't lift a single finger from his entire body.

However, she was under the dual cultivation of Su Chen, a powerful cultivator at the Void Refinement stage.

From the Great Perfection of the late Nascent Soul stage.

They charged straight to the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage.

It's just a matter of that thin layer of paper separating us.

Ying Ning'er was panting.

She struggled to stay upright, despite her body being completely drained.

He bowed deeply in Su Chen's direction.

"Ying Ning'er".

"Thank you, Master."

Su Chen leaned back on the couch.

He waved his hand.

"Your aptitude isn't bad at all."

"But that technique is too weak."

He took out a pill from his storage bag and handed it over.

"then."

Ying Ning'er hurriedly took the pill into her palm.

This made Ying Ning'er tremble even more.

This elixir is incredibly precious.

Even in the Xuanhuang Continent, such pills are treasures for Nascent Soul cultivators.

I myself had unintentionally seen this elixir in ancient books.

It is the Heaven-Mending Pill.

Su Chen didn't take it seriously at all.

When Su Chen participated in his dual cultivation ceremony, the Grand Elder of the Starry Sky Dao Sect gave him one.

It was indeed very rare back then.

But now that Su Chen has reached a certain level of cultivation, he has no shortage of such pills.

Through several fortuitous encounters, I gained quite a lot.

It's a pity I can no longer use it.

"With your limited foundation, you think you can break through to the Nascent Soul stage?"

Su Chen's gaze fell on the pill.

"That one match alone isn't enough."

"Alright, I'll stay in seclusion quietly for a few days."

"Take this pill."

"Let's press on and give it another shot."

Su Chen said this.

"Don't think about anything else."

"Cleanse your heart."

Ying Ning'er clutched the pill tightly in her palm.

"Ying Ning'er, I understand."

Su Chen didn't look at her again.

He turned around and went out the door.

We got outside.

He raised his hand and made a vague gesture towards the top floor of Qinghuan Pavilion.

A restriction descended silently.

The entire top floor was covered completely, leaving no room for airflow.

Su Chen said to Ying Ning'er inside the door.

"These past few days."

"This top floor."

"No matter who it is."

"As long as you dare to take one step in."

"Su, kill him without mercy."

Done.

Su Chen walked downstairs with his hands behind his back.

Outside that attic.

Suddenly, a gust of wind arose.

The wind chimes hanging from the eaves were stirred by the wind.

A ringtone sounded.

...

A gust of wind swept across the peaks of Qingzhou.

It overturned the withered leaves on the hillside.

On a side peak of the Luoyun Sect.

The door to a side hall was slammed onto the table from the inside.

"What?!"

Han Ye's face was so dark it looked like it could drip water.

"That kid in the library."

"And that girl too."

"It's gone?"

The freshly brewed spiritual tea on the table.

The slap from him was so powerful that half a cup of wine spilled out.

Several Foundation Establishment disciples were kneeling below.

They all buried their heads tightly.

...