"Let go of that girl!"
Mu Feng charged out, roaring at Zhou Yi, who was already soaring into the sky.
He had no idea what Zhou Yi's cultivation level was.
But the fact that his mount could fly was proof enough.
Zhou Yi's strength was unimaginable—far beyond what a mere Spiritual Wheel Realm weakling like Mu Feng could afford to offend.
Yet, for some reason, the moment he first laid eyes on that peerless beauty, his heart pounded uncontrollably. Watching Zhou Yi take her away made his heart ache as if he couldn't breathe.
In that instant—
He forgot everything.
Only one thought remained in his mind.
He had to save her.
Even if it cost him his life.
"Scram!"
Zhou Yi snorted coldly, sending Mu Feng flying with a mouthful of blood.
Gun Gun's large eyes glanced disdainfully at the ant below before carrying Zhou Yi and Qing Yanjing into the sky.
"His courage is commendable!"
Admiration flickered in Qing Yanjing's eyes. For a weakling at the Spiritual Wheel Realm to stand up against a Heavenly Supreme, even without knowing Zhou Yi's true strength, was something to be proud of.
A trace of respect involuntarily rose in her heart.
"Is this the inertia of the world?" Zhou Yi mused inwardly.
Most people would see Mu Feng's action as foolish and suicidal—
After all, Zhou Yi's strength was obvious at a glance.
Moreover, Zhou Yi hadn't even forced Qing Yanjing, yet this weakling still jumped out to meddle?
Wasn't that just seeking death?
Yet Qing Yanjing found his courage praiseworthy and admired him greatly.
It seemed that even the protagonist's father carried a halo of fortune.
Unfortunately—
In the face of Zhou Yi's irresistible power, such halos were useless.
"May I ask the young lady's name? With your cultivation, how did you end up so gravely injured here?" Zhou Yi inquired.
"I am Qing Yanjing," she replied. "I was out tempering myself when I encountered a terrifying beast. Unable to defeat it, I fled through a spatial rift, only to be attacked again, leaving me stranded here with severe injuries."
"I see."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly.
"Ah!"
Qing Yanjing suddenly cried out, her soft, curvaceous body crashing into Zhou Yi's embrace as Gun Gun abruptly accelerated.
Her cultivation was currently sealed, leaving her powerless to steady herself, so she tumbled into Zhou Yi's arms.
Zhou Yi's large hand gently rested on her soft, flat abdomen, his voice tender. "Miss Qing, are you alright?"
"N-No… I'm fine…"
Qing Yanjing's delicate nose quivered, letting out a soft hum. Feeling Zhou Yi's burning hand and his warm, solid chest, her face flushed with shyness.
"What brings you here, young master?" she asked.
This place had thin spiritual energy, and most cultivators were weak. Supremes would never come here, let alone a top-tier figure like a Heavenly Supreme.
"I performed a divination for myself and foresaw a destined marriage waiting for me here—so I came specially!" Zhou Yi chuckled, leaning close to Qing Yanjing's ear. His hot breath caressed her translucent earlobe and snow-white cheeks.
"I never expected the prophecy to be true. Heaven must have pitied me, allowing me to meet a peerless beauty like you, Miss Qing!"
"In the north, there is a beauty—
Peerless and alone.
A single glance topples a city.
A second glance topples a nation.
How could I not know that such beauty is rare and precious?"
"Young master flatters me!"
Qing Yanjing's delicate face turned crimson. She hadn't expected Zhou Yi to be not only powerful but also talented and extraordinarily handsome.
By all rights, such a man should be the dream lover of countless maidens.
Yet, for some reason, she couldn't muster much interest.
"I am but a humble woman, unworthy of your praise."
"Miss Qing is too modest."
Zhou Yi's arm suddenly tightened, pressing her smooth, delicate jade-like back against his chest. Qing Yanjing's body trembled, her whole figure tensing up.
"Y-You… What are you doing?"
"Miss Qing, I like you."
Zhou Yi lightly bit her crystalline earlobe, whispering into her ear.
If Heaven wouldn't help him—
Then he would seize fate with his own hands.
He refused to believe he couldn't outdo Mu Feng, that weakling blessed by his protagonist father's halo.
"Young master, we've only just met… we barely know each other…"
Qing Yanjing tried to stall, hoping to recover from her injuries.
"Have you ever heard of the phrase—'Love grows over time'?"
Her face flushed even deeper, both shy and angry as Zhou Yi's wandering hand slowly moved lower.
"Young master… I am already betrothed…"
"Isn't that even more exciting?"
"You…"
Qing Yanjing's beautiful eyes glared fiercely at Zhou Yi, never expecting someone so shameless.
Though, to be fair—
Such things were indeed common in this world.
Don't even mention a fiancée.
Stealing another man's wife was as common as the stars in the sky, but most people wouldn't boast about it openly. They'd at least put on a facade of morality, masking their deeds with a veneer of righteousness. As for the dirty deeds done behind closed doors, there was nothing they wouldn't dare try.
"Do you know who my betrothed is?" Qing Yanjing prepared to invoke the name of the Ancient Maha Clan to intimidate Zhou Yi.
An ordinary person might not have heard of them, but Zhou Yi was a Heavenly Supreme—he couldn't possibly be ignorant.
"Who?"
Though Zhou Yi knew the answer, he played along with the performance.
"Maha Tian, the clan leader of the Ancient Maha Clan!"
Qing Yanjing enunciated each word slowly and deliberately.
"Oh, that old fellow?" Zhou Yi chuckled lightly, as if unaware of Maha Tian's formidable reputation. "From your tone, I can tell you don't like Maha Tian and don't want to marry him."
After all, Qing Yanjing had never referred to Maha Tian as her fiancé. She always spoke of a 'marriage contract' or 'betrothed person'—a clear sign that she didn't acknowledge Maha Tian as her future husband in her heart.
"I don't like him, but surely you've heard of the Ancient Maha Clan's might?" Qing Yanjing's surprise grew at Zhou Yi's indifference. From his tone, he clearly knew Maha Tian's identity, yet he showed no fear—a reaction that defied common sense.
No matter how extraordinary Zhou Yi's background might be, he couldn't possibly dismiss the Ancient Maha Clan so casually.
"The Ancient Maha Clan, one of the Five Ancient Clans, has passed down its legacy since the ancient era. Each clan safeguards an original divine body," Zhou Yi spoke slowly. "However, the Ancient Maha Clan's Primordial Immortal Body isn't their own, and Maha Tian is merely the clan's genius—a Saint-Grade Heavenly Supreme."
"A Saint-Grade Heavenly Supreme... the pinnacle of the Great Thousand World's power structure, revered across the eight desolate regions. His fiancée—now that's even more appealing!" Zhou Yi grinned mischievously.
"Aren't you afraid of death? Even if you have a Saint-Grade Heavenly Supreme backing you, laying hands on me would be a slap in the face to the Ancient Maha Clan. Maha Tian won't let you go!" Qing Yanjing's eyes narrowed. "If a Saint-Grade Heavenly Supreme sets his mind on killing you, unless you hide behind your own powerful backer, you're as good as dead! Besides, you've probably guessed my identity by now. I'm Qing Yanjing, the Saintess of the Ancient Buddha Clan. I may not like this marriage contract, but it was arranged by the ancient relic Futu Xuan and the clan's elders to forge an alliance between our two clans, solidifying the Ancient Buddha Clan's status."
"Touching me means destroying that alliance—neither clan will spare you! There's no power in the Great Thousand World that would dare offend two ancient clans at once—especially when you're the one in the wrong!"
Qing Yanjing's beautiful eyes locked onto Zhou Yi, searching for fear in his gaze. Yet all she saw was the same burning desire for her body.
That wicked gaze made her both fearful and nervous, stirring an inexplicable flutter deep within her.
She despised the idea of marrying Maha Tian, but she couldn't defy the clan's will. That was why she'd run away to temper herself.
Zhou Yi wanted her—and his background seemed extraordinary. His strength was undeniable, making him the perfect weapon against Maha Tian and those ancient fossils.
A rebellious spark ignited in Qing Yanjing's heart.
"To die beneath a peony flower is a charming fate for any ghost!" Zhou Yi planted a heavy kiss on her delicate face, inhaling the faint, virginal fragrance unique to untouched maidens.
Qing Yanjing blushed deeply, but the rebellious streak buried within her surged, prompting her to huff coldly:
"I've told you my circumstances. If you're not afraid of death, then go ahead! I can't resist anyway!"
Zhou Yi's spirits soared—wasn't that a tacit agreement?
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you! As for those old fossils forcing you into marriage, I'll give them a slap on your behalf!"
With that, Zhou Yi cupped Qing Yanjing's flawless face and pressed his lips against hers.
Qing Yanjing was gravely injured.
She needed treatment.
A proper injection and intravenous drip were essential.
After all, the fever had to break first.
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