Qing Lian hadn't expected such an end for herself, she hurriedly begged, "Senior Sister, you can't do this, we know each other well, I'm still Zhao Jun's master… Ye Fan, do you really want Zhao Jun to hate you forever?"

At this moment, Ye Fan couldn't hear what Qing Lian was saying. He had just reached the initial stage of Nascent Soul, but his Nascent Soul was very unstable due to the damage to his Golden Core, and the Great Blaze Technique he used earlier had consumed too much energy, requiring him to recuperate and regulate his spiritual power.

His body was like a fiery furnace, turning the surroundings very warm, allowing even Yuan Mo and Cheng He to gradually adapt to the environment of ice and fire blending together due to the energy radiating from Ye Fan's body. When they reopened their eyes, the pain vanished instantly, and they could only see a female cultivator, still charming despite her age, lying on the ground without any ability to resist.

"Ha…" Yuan Mo let out a cheer and directly pounced on Qing Lian, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, lifting her, and before Qing Lian could stabilize herself, he had already pushed her onto a waist-high block of perennial ice.

Qing Lian now completely lost her cultivation, and the pain brought by the perennial ice was unimaginable, but because of the warmth emanating from Ye Fan's body, she wouldn't die or freeze immediately.

Yuan Mo lifted Qing Lian's skirt and started to undress himself with another hand, laughing triumphantly, "You wretch, it's your fault for dragging me into this disaster with you! But it doesn't matter now, having some fun on you before dying is worth it! Since the first time I saw you on Emperor Mountain, I thought of the day when I could enjoy you like a prostitute. Haha, today I finally have the chance."

Yuan Mo's eyes were blood-red, and his body was already close to breaking, but his lust did not stop.

The nearby Cheng He approached and said, "Senior Brother, I'm here too."

"Stay back…" Yuan Mo sneered with a smug shout, already victorious, while Qing Lian let out a painful scream of "Ah—".

Yuan Mo was also her first male conqueror.

Qing Lian had an almost pathological obsession with cultivation, and she had never thought she would one day be treated like an ordinary woman for direct pleasure.

Her front was being eroded by the ice while her back was violated by a brat she never held in regard, and beside her, Cheng He pulled off the only clothes she had left.

At this moment, the ice platform was covered in fresh blood, some belonging to Qing Lian, some to Yuan Mo and Cheng He, with the scarlet hue looking eerily alluring in stark contrast to Qing Lian's pale skin.

"Senior Sister, you are cruel… Zhao Jun won't forgive you… ugh!"

Qing Lian wanted to curse, but soon her mouth was gagged and she could not make a sound.

Wu Ding, filled with rage, said, "Someone who won't even spare her own disciple, do you think she would grant her forgiveness? Zhao Jun, this girl's biggest mistake in life was having a master like you.

The surrounding environment was decadently ruinous, Yuan Mo and Cheng He were possessing this still-charming woman in their own ways. After the pain faded, her other senses heightened tremendously, they were like wolves that couldn't be stopped, they had only the urge to possess the woman in front of them, continuing until their bodies were completely drained.

Wu Ding, holding the unconscious Li Zhaojun, placed her in front of Ye Fan, wanting to wait for Ye Fan to finish his meditation so he could carry his beloved woman, for them to leave this perennial ice cellar together.

"Ah… ah!"

Qing Lian screamed in agony continuously, but that was of no use, as Yuan Mo and Cheng He's spiritual sense gradually dissipated. A pain given by the heavens was meant to make humans flee disaster, and now the two of them even lost their sense of pain, as due to the roasting of the Great Blaze Technique, their life signs inside were gradually fading.

"Qing Lian, oh Qing Lian, your heart is so vicious, should there be a day I fall into your hands, my end will be even more painful than yours now!" Wu Ding had also lost some rationality at this moment, but she mostly felt unworthy for Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun.

Wu Ding was concerned about Ye Fan, even wishing to stay with this junior brother forever, but sadly the junior brother only had Zhao Jun in his heart, Wu Ding understood and chose to fulfill them.

The temperature inside the perennial ice cellar kept rising, the surrounding perennial ice evaporating into steaming vapor, Ye Fan's body was undergoing transformation and conversion, and a beam of red and blue interlaced light emerged from the center of Ye Fan's forehead, flowing throughout his body.

Finally, Ye Fan's Nascent Soul, having absorbed enough spiritual energy, relaxed like a newborn infant after a full meal, sleeping deeply inside Ye Fan's body, as Ye Fan opened his eyes, a blaze of red light surged around, but Ye Fan's sharpness persisted only for a moment before vanishing instantly.

Ye Fan's injuries were still significant, the continuous breakthrough to the Golden Core Stage and Nascent Soul Stage made his body unable to adjust to the conversion.

"Junior Brother, you're awake?" Wu Ding's face lit up with joy.

Ye Fan restored his senses, first seeing the absolutely beautiful and pure face he loved, he reached out to caress her cheek, letting her head rest on his shoulder, and held Li Zhaojun in his arms.

Although Li Zhaojun hadn't awoken, she still appeared serene and natural, because her inner consciousness could feel a warm person protecting her, providing her support.

After a long time, Ye Fan began to notice the surrounding environment, two dark figures busy on the white figure, the previously arrogant and overbearing Qing Lian was crying hoarsely, extremely miserable.

Qing Lian's body condition was clearly better than Yuan Mo and Cheng He, while Yuan Mo and Cheng He were on the verge of exhaustion.

"Junior Brother, don't blame Senior Sister, she intended to ruin your beloved, this is her deserved end!" Wu Ding was very afraid that Ye Fan would blame her.

"I won't." Ye Fan's face was very cold, as he stood up with Li Zhaojun in his arms, released a blast of spiritual energy to fend off Yuan Mo and Cheng He.

The two fell back onto the ground, aside from their bodies swaying back and forth, they couldn't make any further moves.

"Ye Fan, quick, save me…" Qing Lian's tone was pleading now.

However, Ye Fan didn't spare her a glance, his eyes cold like a tiger's, killing intent surging, without a trace of compassion.

With a sound of "Zheng!", the sword belonging to Qing Lian on the ground was drawn to Ye Fan's hand by spiritual force, gleaming coldly.

Seeing this, Qing Lian turned immediately and scrambled to flee, shouting sharply, "Ye Fan, you can't kill me, I am Zhao Jun's master… you can't kill me…"

Ye Fan gripped the sword tightly, full of anger, murderous intent surging, strode forward quickly, catching up to Qing Lian with a forceful swing of the sword.

A blade of cold light sliced through, Qing Lian's scream abruptly ceased, her head flew away, rolled onto the ground, with her eyes wide open, seemingly in disbelief at the outcome.

After killing Qing Lian, Ye Fan was silent as he turned to walk towards Yuan Mo and Cheng He.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

Two consecutive sounds with blood splattering, a mess of flesh and blood, Ye Fan coldly and ruthlessly stomped each of Yuan Mo and Cheng He's unsightly lower bodies into a pulp with a foot.

Finally, he swung the sword and decapitated them, then planted the long sword beside Qing Lian's corpse.

When people of Emperor Sect arrived, seeing this scene, they would likely think that Qing Lian killed the two after being humiliated.

"Senior Sister, let's go." At this moment, Ye Fan wanted nothing else, only to quickly take Li Zhaojun back to earth, to live a peaceful life.

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