Yin Yang Heavenly Emperor Technique

However, upon further reflection, a major sect like Danwang Pavilion should have many high-level alchemists, making it incredibly wealthy.

It's not uncommon for an inner disciple to possess a fourth-tier Blazing Flame Talisman!

However, this reminded Qin Feng.

With so many materials here, we can refine quite a few genuine fourth-tier divine talismans!

These talismans were of little use to him, but they were of great use to his two sisters-in-law and Xu Wan!

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Feng immediately sat cross-legged, spread his divine sense, and precisely selected the required items from the mountain of materials.

The true essence of the Purple Mansion is fire, the void is paper, and the fingertips are pen.

A series of profound and intricate inscriptions flowed from his fingertips, intertwining and imprinting themselves in the air before finally taking shape.

His movements were fluid and seamless, so smooth that Xiao Liu, who was still counting his spoils, stared wide-eyed. "Boss... drawing talismans is as easy as eating and drinking?"

In just one hour.

Om-!

Three azure talismans, their surfaces wreathed in destructive lightning power, floated silently before Qin Feng. The energy fluctuations contained in each talisman far surpassed the "half-finished product" he had given to the three women before!

It is a true, perfect fourth-tier thunderstorm rune!

With these, the three women would be able to protect themselves even when facing the inner disciples of the four major sects!

"Um?"

Just as Qin Feng was about to put away the divine talisman, he suddenly sensed something and his piercing divine eye between his brows unconsciously activated.

Golden divine light pierced through the palace and looked out towards the spirit storehouse.

In his field of vision, two incredibly powerful orbs of spiritual energy were rapidly approaching his location, one after the other!

The aura ahead was alluring and seductive, yet also somewhat elusive; it was none other than the witch from the Yin-Yang Palace, Liu Feiyan!

The aura that relentlessly pursued her was sharp and pure, like a peerless divine sword drawn from its sheath, its edge fully revealed!

Ling Feixue, the Holy Maiden of the Lingxiao Sword Sect!

It seems that this witch from the Yin-Yang Palace is being hunted down by the Holy Maiden of the Lingxiao Sword Sect!

But the witch's escape route was like a precise javelin, pointing straight at the spirit storehouse where she was!

"That witch..."

Qin Feng's face instantly darkened.

Could it be an attempt to shift the blame elsewhere?!

He glanced back into the depths of the spirit storehouse. Huangfu Yuxiang and the other two women were still sitting cross-legged, absorbing the pure spiritual energy emanating from the storehouse. They were at a critical moment of breakthrough and should not be disturbed.

We can't let those two women cause trouble here!

"Little Liu, guard this place. I'll be right back!"

Qin Feng left behind a sentence, and with a flicker of his figure, he disappeared outside the gate of the Spirit Treasury.

……

Outside the spirit storehouse.

Ling Feixue's speed slowed down. She felt as if her true energy had been thrown into a raging fire, becoming scorching and turbulent. An unusual heat was surging up from the depths of her dantian, impacting her limbs and bones, and eroding her reason.

Her usually aloof and stunningly beautiful face was flushed with an unnatural redness, and her breathing became rapid.

Just then, the alluring red figure in front of them stopped without warning.

Liu Feiyan turned around, her alluring eyes taking in Ling Feixue's current predicament with great interest, a mocking and cruel smile curving her lips.

"Hehehe... How are you feeling, Great Saintess Ling?"

"The poison you've been given is a special 'Yin-Yang Harmony Powder' that I specially prepared for you."

She stuck out her delicate, clove-like tongue and licked her red lips, her voice filled with malicious seduction.

"This poison has no cure; only the union of yin and yang can neutralize it."

"Judging by the time, the poison in your body should only have less than 15 minutes left before it completely erupts."

Liu Feiyan laughed heartily, but her eyes were filled with cold malice. "Once the poison takes effect, your once-proud, fair skin will be covered with sores from the inside out, festering and oozing pus inch by inch, until you turn into a pile of rotten flesh that no one will recognize."

"Hahaha... Ling Feixue, guess what kind of expressions your fellow disciples who used to admire you will have when I send your ugly corpse back to the Lingxiao Sword Sect?"

boom!

These words struck Ling Feixue like a thunderbolt, exploding in her mind.

Her pretty face turned deathly pale instantly, all color draining from her face!

As the Holy Maiden of the Lingxiao Sword Sect and the most outstanding prodigy in the Eastern Wilderness, she possesses her own pride.

She could die, even die in battle, but she could never die in such a humiliating and ugly way!

The thought of her fellow disciples seeing her in that festering state filled her with a deep-seated fear and trembling!

But... in half a quarter of an hour... in this perilous ancient ruin, where could she find a man to cure her poison?

Despair, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed her.

However, just as her mind was about to collapse, a figure in black robes appeared without warning at the edge of her divine sense.

It's him!

That "small-country rogue cultivator" for whom Yun Wushuang has a bounty!

At that moment, Ling Feixue's once dim and cold phoenix eyes suddenly lit up again!

That was no longer contempt or indifference, but a kind of... the most primal and frenzied light that bursts forth when a dying female leopard sees the only prey in a desperate situation!

On the other side, Qin Feng, who had just rushed out of the spirit storehouse, suddenly felt a twitch in his eyelids.

Not good! He clearly sensed that Ling Feixue's sword intent had locked onto him!

Without a second thought, Qin Feng turned and left!

"Hey kid, stop right there!"

However, this Holy Maiden of the Lingxiao Sword Sect had already transformed into a streak of sword light, arriving first despite being behind, and directly blocking Qin Feng's path!

Ling Feixue's delicate body trembled slightly as she forcefully suppressed the surging blood and poison within her body. Her eyes, which were originally as clear and cold as snow, were now filled with a burning desire.

She stared intently at Qin Feng, speaking slowly and deliberately, her voice hoarse, carrying an unquestionable tone of command.

"I need you... to help me detoxify!"

But Qin Feng's answer to the passionate Ling Feixue was unexpected.

"I refuse!"

Ling Feixue was stunned.

As the Holy Maiden of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, she had countless suitors. Now that she had taken the initiative to speak, how dare this mere rogue cultivator from a small country refuse her?

"It's not up to you!"

In Ling Feixue's beautiful eyes, the last trace of clarity was swallowed up by the overwhelming flush, leaving only the most primal instincts.

She didn't have time to try and get Qin Feng's approval; the toxins in her body were becoming increasingly potent, making it almost impossible for her to move.

hum!

A clear, resonant sword cry rang out.

Ling Feixue pointed her fingers like a sword, and a powerful sword intent soared into the sky. However, it was not aimed at Qin Feng, but rather transformed into an invisible cage woven from countless sword energies around him, trapping him tightly!

Before he could react, that tall and alluring figure, accompanied by a fragrant breeze, pounced on him without a care!

A soft, delicate body crashed into my arms, carrying an astonishing heat.

He, a dignified god-emperor from the upper realm, was actually about to be forcibly raped by a woman.

Damn it!

However, considering that this woman is born with a sword-like constitution, let's just let her have her way!

Just as Qin Feng was about to "half-heartedly comply," the Eye of Truth in his brow suddenly twitched, catching sight of a furtive figure behind a broken wall in the distance.

It was that witch Liu Feiyan!

At this moment, instead of leaving, she held a crystal-clear photographic stone in her hand, recording this scene completely.

Those alluring eyes gleamed with a light more excited and wicked than if they had discovered a priceless treasure!

What the hell!

The witch of the Yin-Yang Palace actually has such a fetish?

But Ling Feixue was no longer listening to anything; her fiery cherry lips were already pressed against his, giving Qin Feng no chance to speak.