I was banned by the Revitalization event.

"That cultivation technique isn't suitable for me," Su Yanrou said helplessly.

Since last month.

Because of this martial arts manual, she faced pressure from all sides.

Her disciples' cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, far surpassing that of their master. The Su family subtly inquired about the secrets of the Tribulation Abyss Technique, asking if she could train their girls together. Qin Luo, that scoundrel, was another story; he lusted after her every day, and then there was Ning Yanmei, who was also eager to make a move…

Actually, all you need to do is take one step.

All the pressure is gone, and all the troubles have vanished.

but……

She was unwilling to compromise like that.

"There are no unsuitable cultivation methods, only people who are unwilling to try. Why don't you give it a try, Master? You won't lose anything," Qin Luo said kindly, pushing a cup of tea towards her.

Su Yanrou rolled her eyes at him.

After finishing their tea, they opened their oil-paper parasols and slowly went outside into the courtyard.

"Qiao Xi, Qiao Miao, I'm going home. You two come with me, or Qin Luo will take you later."

"Let's go together..."

Jiang Qiaomiao looked at Qin Luo, a little reluctant to part.

They came by car, but Qin Luo only had a small electric car, which definitely couldn't carry two people.

I have to go back now.

"It's just a short separation," Qin Luo comforted her.

"We have to worship our ancestors' tablets tomorrow, and we also have plans for the day after tomorrow and the day after that. We're so busy," Jiang Qiaomiao said worriedly. She was worried because of these things. After the ancestral worship, she wouldn't be able to see Qin Luo for more than a week.

"Then I'll come to your house later." Qin Luo patted the girl's cheek.

That's easy.

"Really?" The girl's eyes lit up, slightly surprised.

"Ask your master if I'm particularly willing to come find you." Qin Luo smiled and turned to look at Su Yanrou.

Su Yanrou held up her small umbrella and remained silent.

Indeed, I am willing...

During the short 60-day summer vacation, two of the wooden beds at home were cracked.

The group walked outside.

On the way, Qin Luo ran into Jiang Hongtu. After all, he was his father-in-law, so he stayed and chatted with him for a while.

Su Yanrou led her two young apprentices home.

As soon as she stepped out of the Jiang family compound, she saw a red Ferrari parked on an open space not far away.

The woman stopped in her tracks.

What made her stop was not the five-million-dollar luxury car.

What truly made her face darken was the alluring and seductive figure leaning against the luxury car.

Ning Yanmei.

The graceful woman wore a long black dress with gilded embroidery. As if to match her, Ning Yanmei also held an oil-paper umbrella, smiling. Her long, charming eyebrows held a gentle look. The two looked at each other across the street, and in that instant, it seemed as if they had crossed time.

"Senior sister, it's been a long time. You're still as beautiful as ever." Ning Yanmei squinted her eyes and chuckled.

But those soft and beautiful eyebrows.

It concealed a cold glint.

"Ning Yanmei, we'll handle our own affairs. Today is the Jiang family's ancestral rites, and I hope you won't cause any trouble now," Su Yanrou said calmly, her eyes equally cold and indifferent.

traitor--

Thirty years ago, Ning Yanmei betrayed her sect and disobeyed the ancestral teachings.

From that day on, there was no room for reconciliation between them; given the chance, she was determined to kill this man.

"Look how nervous you are, how could I be so ungrateful?"

Ning Yanmei just smiled.

He put down the oil-paper umbrella and slowly walked towards her, his waist swaying gracefully.

At the same time, a powerful aura radiated outward from her, and the terrifying pressure had surpassed the Taixu level. The intense sense of oppression far exceeded that of any powerful figure Su Yanrou had ever seen.

Su Yanrou was unable to move.

She felt as if her body was frozen, and could only watch as Ning Yanmei walked up to her.

one meter……

Half a meter...

Until they were almost touching, with no distance between them.

Ning Yanmei pinched her chin with her slender jade fingers, and then playfully touched her full lips.

Looking at Su Yanrou's shocked and humiliated eyes.

Ning Yanmei sighed softly.

"Senior sister...do you know how heartbroken I was when I saw you swing your sword at me?"

"..."

Su Yanrou closed her eyes and remained silent.

This is a difference of two vast realms; facing Ning Yanmei like this, she was utterly powerless to fight back.

But the next moment.

The imposing aura imposed on her gradually dissipated.

Su Yanrou regained control of her body. She wiped her lips, her fingers clenched until they turned white.

Ning Yanmei waved her hand, a smile playing on her lips, as if it were just a prank: "It's nothing, I just wanted to see you after all these years. Seeing that you're still so beautiful puts my mind at ease. You're right, today is a big day for the Jiang family, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to come and cause trouble... But the Jiang family can't be on holiday forever, right?"

The woman giggled.

Then he got into the red Ferrari.

The red shadow gradually disappeared along the main road and soon vanished from sight.

What does this mean...?

Demonstration?

A teaser?

Su Yanrou had mixed feelings. She gently stroked her full chest with her right hand to calm her breathing.

The pressure from that powerful figure was immense. She had been overwhelmed by that terrifying aura, and even now her blood and energy had not returned to normal, leaving her face slightly pale.

He simply turned around.

She saw a boy standing at the door, leaning against the courtyard wall.

"Oh, what a coincidence."

Qin Luo waved his hand, pretending that he had just arrived and hadn't seen anything.

But his posture.

It's clearly saying they've been standing there for quite a while...

Su Yanrou took a deep breath and gripped the oil-paper umbrella tightly. "I'm sorry, I made you laugh at me."

"Life is unpredictable; it's just that the bad guys have temporarily gained the upper hand." Qin Luo stopped posing, jogged over, and smiled. "My electric scooter is out of power. How about you give me a ride, Master?"

"We're not going that way."

"I'll go to your house; it's definitely on the way," Qin Luo said shyly.

Chapter 368 Multiplayer Mode!

For women.

It is sleazy and frivolous for a man you don't like to keep pursuing you.

A man who has feelings for you and keeps pursuing you is persistent, especially if he is also very good-looking.

Su Yanrou sighed softly.

Finally, they opened the car door and let Qin Luo get in.

Qin Luo sat down in the back, next to Jiang Qiaoxi, and silently thanked Ning Yanmei in his heart, praising her for her good work.

That woman is very cunning.

They will choose this juncture to make an appearance at the Jiang family's residence.

is intentional.

With the Hehuan Sect's influence being so great, they probably have spies within the Jiang family as well. They had just discussed the Tribulation Abyss Technique at the dinner table, and Ning Yanmei immediately came to put pressure on Su Yanrou—a classic combination punch.

One in front of the other.

This is like offering your beautiful master to yourself.

As Qin Luo felt the cool breeze blowing in from the window, he couldn't help but recall what Ning Yanmei had told him before.

Her biggest obsession was to deal with this beautiful senior sister, and she longed for revenge. As for how to deal with her, she would lock her in the basement, and then have the two sisters practice the Tribulation Abyss Technique with her, so that the high and mighty, ethereal Su Yanrou would fall to the mortal world and suffer humiliation in front of her junior sister...

Qin Luo silently adjusted his pants.

have to say.

Ning Yanmei is a person you can get along with; when it's time to act, she really does.

……

More than half an hour later, Su Yanrou drove the three people back to Jiang Qiaomiao's upscale apartment.