Chapter 136: Immoral Best Friend

Chapter 136: Immoral Best Friend

Hiss...

Even Qin Xuan couldn't help but gasp after hearing this.

The Soul Transfer Formation could allow him to use Leng Li's Soul Cultivator power?

One must know that Leng Li was now a Soul Cultivator at the Middle Stage of the Saint King Realm.

Having consumed a Saint Soul Pill, and now having obtained the Divine Soul fragments of Holy Maiden Xu Qi and another, it was unquestionable that she would return to the Late Stage or even the Peak of the Saint King Realm in due time.

Did this not mean that once Leng Li's Soul Transfer Formation was completed, he would be able to possess the Soul Power of the Late Stage of the Saint King Realm?

Combined with his mastery of the True Dragon and Phoenix techniques, even a Peak Saint King Realm expert would have to kneel and sing in submission before him!

"Wait until you have finished practicing it before saying anything."

Qin Xuan reached out and hovered his hand over Leng Li's head. After thinking about it, he ultimately decided not to overstep and patted her shoulder instead. "Cultivate here with peace of mind and strive to return to your Peak as soon as possible."

He gave Leng Li a warm smile before leaving the space of the ancient prison-suppressing tower.

Inside, he was overjoyed!

He knew Leng Li's past experiences and was aware that she had a past extremely similar to his own.

If he brought her back to the Qin Princes Mansion to witness those events with her own eyes, would the empathetic Leng Li still think he was despicable and extremely sinister?

No, no, no. Leng Li would only think that his corruption was good! That it was thorough enough.

She would wish she could be as arrogant as he was now, rather than being imprisoned within the ancient prison-suppressing tower, unable to continue her revenge.

The past Leng Li was obedient and submissive.

She would follow all his instructions, killing whoever needed to be killed like a killing machine without emotions.

Things were different now; Leng Li had a sense of identification with him.

A Peak Saint King Realm expert, a Great Demon God who could once compete with the Double-Pupil Woman, was now thinking for his benefit—this was a hundred benefits and not a single harm.

And look, the Soul Transfer Formation was already here. Once this formation was complete, he would have no rivals below the Emperor Realm!

Returning to the Yaochi Sacred Land, before parting ways, Qin Xuan held back the Great Demon God and said sternly, "Grandfather, the curse of the Double-Pupil Woman will not have any effect on my body for the time being. You don't need to go out treasure hunting anymore. Cultivate with peace of mind and achieve a Breakthrough to the Late Stage of the Saint King Realm as soon as possible."

After seeing his grandfather encounter danger, he didn't plan to continue hiding things. Having the Yaochi Sacred Land run errands for him was enough to distract attention.

His grandfather had offended the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace. Going out now was like being a target; anyone wanting to curry favor with the Eastern Palace would dream of taking his head. He absolutely could not let his grandfather place himself in danger again.

The Great Demon God sighed. "I am still too cowardly."

He shook his head and returned to his residence with a lonely expression.

Qin Xuan scratched his head, wanting to complain.

He was nicknamed the Great Demon God, dared to covet the Eastern Palace Crown Prince's possessions, and dared to kill the Prince's men. He even suppressed the Saintess of the Butian Holy Land as he pleased. With this personality, he was still cowardly?

Hearing his grandfather's murmurs, Qin Xuan had to sigh that there were truly only incorrectly named people, never incorrectly given nicknames!

Just as he landed on Thunder Prison Peak, Luo Xinyi, who had been lying in wait for a long time, rushed up and hugged Qin Xuan's arm.

The extremely wicked Peaks on her chest were already squeezed out of shape, becoming flat.

Her chest heaved violently, making Qin Xuan feel an increasingly inconceivable softness.

"Qin Xuan, something big has happened!"

Luo Xinyi, wearing a dress with exposed shoulders, squeezed in front of him, locking her arms tightly around Qin Xuan's arm with no intention of letting him go. Her voice was full of nervousness, but her beautiful eyes flashed with cunning as she spoke. "The Butian Holy Land is using the excuse of exploring the Land of Fallen Emperors together to send Prodigies led by their Saint to Yaochi to challenge us."

"Now, our Yaochi Sacred Land has suffered one death and one injury, already falling into an absolute predicament."

"If this continues, our Yaochi Sacred Land will inevitably be suppressed by the Butian Holy Land, never able to catch our breath!"

Qin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "What is the Imperial Court's stance?"

Luo Xinyi was a smart person; she understood immediately and nodded without hiding anything. "That's for sure. You offended the Son of Prince Ning and also offended the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace. The Butian Holy Land and the Yaochi Sacred Land have always been rivals, with victories and defeats on both sides."

"Now that the Yaochi Sacred Land favors you, it has angered the Crown Prince. The Butian Holy Land wants to gain the merit of supporting the new emperor, so they are leaning towards the Eastern Palace at all costs."

"This is a challenge, but also an appetizer. Once we enter the Land of Fallen Emperors, it will be the real bloody massacre!"

Qin Xuan rubbed his slightly prickly stubble and lifted the corner of his mouth. "Let's go take a look."

In his view, this Butian Holy Land really knew how to judge the situation. Taking advantage of this once-in-a-millennium opportunity, they decisively stood against the Yaochi Sacred Land. Decisive and ruthless.

If this were a normal situation, the Butian Holy Land would inevitably use the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace to suppress or even destroy the Yaochi Sacred Land in one fell swoop. After a few hundred years of recuperation, with the support of the Crown Prince, all negative news would disappear, and at that time, the Butian Holy Land would inevitably be the only and strongest Holy Land in the Ziyang Empire!

It was just a pity that they had provoked him, a cheater.

Suppressing the Yaochi Sacred Land wasn't that serious, but sending Holy Maiden Xu Qi to kill his grandfather was a blood feud. The kind that would never rest until one side died!

Qin Xuan noticed his arm was locked tightly by the softness. He lowered his head to take a peek. Because he was standing high and had a clear angle, he could glimpse the white, delicate skin and the bottomless ravine, like an endless abyss. He asked curiously, "Are you sure you won't let go?"

"If Mu Qingxue sees this later, how will you, her good sister, explain it?"

Luo Xinyi chuckled and loosened her arms. She leaned into Qin Xuan's ear, exhaling like an orchid without blushing or gasping. "In front of Qing Xue, we will behave ourselves. Behind Qing Xue's back, our affairs are known to heaven and earth, to you and to me—Qing Xue will not know a thing."

She rolled her eyes charmingly. "Don't you men like this kind of excitement? Don't you like this kind of immoral transgression?"

Qin Xuan pinched Luo Xinyi's perfect, perky buttocks without leaving a trace and scolded, "You little slut!"

...

The Holy Land, where Yaochi was located.

The water rippled, with a vast expanse of blue waves.

Boom!

A giant wave, rising over ten thousand zhang, overturned the rivers and seas, its spray hitting the sky.

Amidst the snow-white giant wave, the figure of Saint Son Chen Fan flew out, like a pebble thrown away, colliding thousands of times within a breath on the lake surface before barely stopping his decline.

Cough, cough...

Saint Son Chen Fan's mouth dripped blood as he staggered and stood on the water.

He looked with astonishment at the Butian Saint, who had come stepping through the air from the falling giant wave, and exclaimed in fear, "Tian Yi, you have broken through to the Late Stage of the Quasi-Saint?"

Tian Yi, in a white robe, graceful as jade, said indifferently, "The Breakthrough was some time ago. You are not my opponent. Surrender. Just like how your Yaochi Sacred Land is inferior to my Butian Holy Land—sooner or later, you will lose."

Hearing this, the Disciples of the Yaochi Sacred Land exploded:

"Screw your mother!"

"Finish this guy off! Winning a few matches and he doesn't know north from south? Does he really think my Yaochi Sacred Land has no capable people?!"

"If Senior Brother Qin Xuan were here, he definitely wouldn't let you have another chance to speak!"

"Senior Brother Qin Xuan is here."

It was unknown who shouted first, but everyone's eyes turned in unison to look at Qin Xuan, who was walking into the Yaochi location.

Luo Xinyi, who was following beside him, seemed as if she hadn't seen big scenes before, hugging Qin Xuan's arm with some fear.

The intimate gesture, especially noticing the gazes of Senior Sister Ziyuan and the other women, and even Mu Qingxue, made her unable to control herself. The sense of immoral transgression in her heart left her feeling muddy, as if she couldn't walk.

"Please, Senior Brother Qin Xuan, take action to prove the prestige of Yaochi!"

"Please, Senior Brother, take action to wash away the shame for Yaochi!"

"Please, Senior Brother, help our Yaochi!"

The Disciples of the Yaochi Sacred Land shouted in unison, waving flags to cheer him on. Seeing Qin Xuan was like seeing a savior.

This challenge was best of five. The Yaochi Sacred Land had already lost one match, and one Saint had fallen. Su Youyu was even banned, barely counting as a draw. Now Saint Son Chen Fan was at a disadvantage. If no one else stood up, the Yaochi Sacred Land would lose face, and a prominent Saint would be lost in vain!

"I concede."

As everyone's eyes turned to Qin Xuan, Saint Son Chen Fan in the Yaochi shouted to announce his surrender.

He ignored the hostile gazes of his fellow Disciples and said coldly, "I was already injured before, and my strength was less than one-tenth. Now fighting Tian Yi, I am already at the end of my rope. If time goes on, there will only be one result: defeat."

He had a trump card. He could turn defeat into victory, and even if Tian Yi was in the Late Stage of the Quasi-Saint, he would not be afraid. But who could see that he still had a trump card? Apart from the Holy Master, no one else. Previously, he cared about the Holy Master's opinion and wanted to obtain the Legacy of the Pure Phoenix Flame. Now, the Pure Phoenix Flame had already been passed on to Qin Xuan by the Holy Master. What other worries did he have? Didn't the Holy Master value Qin Xuan? Didn't all the Disciples of the Yaochi Sacred Land take Qin Xuan as their leader? He wanted to see how the current Qin Xuan would turn the tide!

The Yaochi Disciples, led by Luo Xinyi, immediately attacked Chen Fan with words.

"Chen Fan, you traitor!"

"As a Saint of the Yaochi Sacred Land, you actually concede in the face of an outsider's provocation!"

"Do you have no sense of shame?"

"Senior Brother Yuwen was a Saint like you, and now he has been killed by the Butian Holy Land. Do you not want to avenge him at all?!"

"You have cultivation but no responsibility as a Saint!"

"You are not worthy of being a Saint of our Yaochi!"

【Child of Luck Saint Son Chen Fan's Luck value decreased by 30,000 points. Host rewarded with Villain Value +30,000!】

Hearing the sound of the reward, Qin Xuan curled his lips with a smile, his eyes carrying a hint of lewdness.

Sure enough, hatred blinds the eyes. Chen Fan's hatred for him had already skewed his normal thinking. This kind of person—his Luck had dropped significantly. In other words, the time for his death was not far off.

Feeling himself locked on by a burst of energy, he raised his eyes. Tian Yi, who had already flown into the air, was looking down at him. Their eyes met.

"You are Qin Xuan?"

"The Yaochi newcomer who was born with a Supreme Bone, but voluntarily gouged out the bone to break ties with family, and in the Ziyang Imperial Capital, single-handedly killed the Son of Prince Ning?"

"Only at the third level of the Heavenly Human Realm, yet you have such courage."

He scanned the crowd below, seeing the hatred in the eyes of the Disciples of the Yaochi Sacred Land, which was almost thick to the extreme.

A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he looked at Qin Xuan again. "If I kill you, wouldn't this generation of Disciples in the Yaochi Sacred Land be leaderless?!"