Upon the desolate expanse of the lake, the woman's voice unfurled, clear and resonant. Each word was like a perfectly rounded pearl, a polished jade, carrying a bright aftertune that seeped into the ears, making one feel at ease even when she uttered profanities. Of course, this was Yu Ci's personal sentiment. Only heaven knew what The Yan Daoist, who was hovering over the lake, was thinking at this moment.

As for Bao Guang, he was in a daze.

Yu Ci could understand why. From their position, they had a perfect view of the woman's exquisite curves in the lake, especially her drenched clothes clinging to her body, revealing the flesh tone under the strong light. Her full figure, with its almost exaggerated curves, was no wonder the young Taoist was mesmerized. How could a novice like him resist such a sight?

But then again, the more experienced one is, the more they could appreciate the thrilling aspect of this scene.

Fortunately, Yu Ci was always able to prioritize. He took a deep breath and shifted his attention. He was now more curious about The Yan Daoist's reaction: the valley had been silent for a while. He initially thought that The Yan Daoist was taken aback by the woman's scolding, but he soon realized that he had underestimated this man's thick skin and cunning.

That yellow-robed Daoist hovering without falling must be of a high level. Yu Ci remembered that he had glanced at the Divine Map in the center of the lake. The Golden Elixir Haze on the map, spreading over three miles and distorting the surrounding landscape, was a sight he had only seen on a few individuals like Jin Huan and Yu Zhou.

If his judgment was correct, this man was a master of the upper level of the Golden Elixir, handsome and dignified, with a short beard under his chin, quite imposing.

However, under Murong Qingyan's mockery, this fellow did not speak but watched the scene below with unblinking eyes. His initial murmurs of admiration were barely audible, but they soon became exaggeratedly loud, followed by a boisterous laughter:

"What a feast for the eyes! Light smoke, my dear niece, you are nothing like your mother. She would fumble and stumble when changing styles, nothing like your straightforwardness!"

Yu Ci frowned at the words. He was not a gentleman of morality, and he understood that both parties were attacking each other's minds, but from his words, The Yan Daoist was indeed despicable to a certain extent.

The one who fell silent this time was the woman in the lake, Murong Qingyan. However, The Yan Daoist was relentless, rubbing his hands together and laughing, "My dear niece, your flesh is even more exquisite than your mother's. Such a treasure, is it meant to be bitten? You'll know when the time comes, my dear niece, my balls oh!"

With the conversation descending into obscenities, even Bao Guang, who had been somewhat clueless, found it unbearable to listen, his face turning beet red. This finally broke Murong Qingyan's limit. She shouted, and a loud boom echoed as a water column shot up from the lake, charging like a Flood Dragon.

The term "Flood Dragon" was not a metaphor, but a literal transformation. Amidst the misty fog, the water column twisted and turned, transforming into a formidable dragon with horns, baring its fangs and claws, directly attacking the target in mid-air.

Directly in the path of the water dragon's attack, The Yan Daoist did not dodge or flinch, but instead burst into hearty laughter:

"My dear niece is angry. This power of the Transformation of the Mysterious Water has caused her to be excessively fierce. You must understand, we of the Ten Thousand Images Sect rely on the transformation magic, why would we confront a stone head-on?"

As he spoke, The Yan Daoist pointed with his hand. The water dragon trembled and the shaping water waves reversed, its entire form becoming blurry. When it clarified again, its head and tail had completely switched places, charging downwards with even greater momentum than before.

The female cultivator had already broken through the water when the water dragon took shape, moving sideways. However, the Flood Dragon, transformed by the Taoist priest's finger, seemed sentient. With a sudden flick of its tail, it stirred up towering waves, threatening to engulf her.

Murong Qingyan truly seemed to transform into a wisp of light smoke, escaping just before the water waves struck. However, the water droplets splashing from the huge waves transformed into countless birds. At first glance, these water-formed birds were lively, darting and weaving over the lake surface, transforming and intertwining with the lake mist to form a large net, trapping the female cultivator within.

Yu Ci and Bao Guang had no time to appreciate this strange spectacle. They were too close to the battlefield, the aftermath of the fight blowing over them, making it difficult to breathe. The splashing water droplets stung their skin. Yu Ci was slightly better off, but Bao Guang, with a weaker Cultivation Level, was clearly struggling.

Yu Ci pulled Bao Guang under the water, continuing to swim towards the shore.

The two Golden Elixir cultivators in the fight must have seen them, but no one paid any attention to the two juniors with low Cultivation Levels.

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The spectacle of a thousand birds didn't last long. A whistling sound abruptly rose, hundreds of "water birds" exploded one after another in a short time. Water droplets splashed everywhere, under the bright white light, they looked like broken jade, but were as sharp as knives. They chased after Murong Qingyan's delicate body, colliding with her Protective True Evil, creating a continuous hissing sound.

And it wasn't over yet. The water dragon that had stirred up the big waves had somehow submerged nearby. It surged up from beneath the waves, timing it perfectly to swallow the unsuspecting female cultivator in one gulp!

The contrast of the light was so strong that even underwater, Yu Ci and Bao Guang could see what was happening. Bao Guang forgot his surroundings and cried out in shock, choking badly. Yu Ci, helpless, could only surface to help him catch his breath.

Just as they surfaced, they heard a loud "boom". Murong Qingyan's Primordial Qi surged, tearing apart the water dragon's huge mouth, and sending it back into its original form. For a moment, the lake surface was filled with the hissing sound of water lines flying, creating a whistling sound as they broke through the air.

In the midst of a resonating roar, The Yan Daoist silently swooped down, reaching for Murong Qingyan's tender neck. The female cultivator, however, reacted swiftly, sidestepping and countering with a swift slice. Their figures intertwined and then separated, creating a distance between them.

In just a blink of an eye, a trace of blood seeped from the female cultivator's jade-like neck, slipping into her water-soaked clothes, staining them a light shade of crimson.

The Yan Daoist hovered in the air several feet away from her, placing his blood-stained fingers to his lips, sucking lightly, and then clicked his tongue in admiration. "My dear niece, your skin is so tender. Have you seen how my 'Transformation of the Mysterious Water' was demonstrated just now? Over the years, you've been dealing with all sorts of characters, your skills have become more refined, and your reputation has grown. However, you shouldn't neglect the cultivation of our sect. You shouldn't lose to an outsider like me!"

Indeed, The Yan Daoist's "Transformation of the Mysterious Water" was versatile and could be manipulated at will, clearly superior to Murong Qingyan's. But under such circumstances, how could Murong Qingyan possibly bear it?

Therefore, the female cultivator remained silent, rushing forward. The Yan Daoist laughed heartily, welcoming her charge, and they immediately engaged in a fierce battle. The lake's surface was instantly whipped into a frenzy, with waves crashing high. Yu Ci spat out the lake water that had choked him, only then realizing that Murong Qingyan was also a Golden Elixir Cultivator. Otherwise, how could she possibly engage in close combat with The Yan Daoist?

Yu Ci had previously witnessed Tu Du's battles with Golden Elixir Stage demons and even higher-level conflicts between Ghost Beasts and Two-headed demons. He had seen it all through the Divine Map. However, those experiences, either dominated by Curse techniques or too crude, were not as intense and thrilling as this close-quarters battle.

Both cultivators were from the same sect, boasting astonishing speed and exquisite skills. They darted across the lake's surface, sometimes even plunging into the depths, only to burst out again. Amid their erratic movements, most of what Yu Ci's mortal eyes could capture were the afterimages left by their high-speed movements. The collision points of their True Gang and True Evil were scattered in every corner of the lake. The closest impact exploded right above Yu Ci and Bao Guang's heads. Had Yu Ci not reacted in time, pulling Bao Guang back into the water, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

However, this round of battle was clearly an irrational act driven by the female cultivator's emotional state. Therefore, after a particularly sharp collision of Gang Sha, the female cultivator transformed into a shadow, retreating rapidly. The Yan Daoist didn't pursue, but he held a piece of her clothing in his hand. He brought it up to his nose, inhaling deeply, a look of rapture spreading across his face.

"This must be the Lost Rose fragrance. Flying Soul City only produces a handful of it each year. Your humble parents indeed dote on you greatly. It's a pity though, dear niece, you've stayed in the Three Lakes of the North for too long. You're unaware that there are places in the world that Flying Soul City cannot reach. Like here, under the vast sky and on the expansive earth, it is a place where great things can be accomplished. Who could possibly intrude on such a beautiful scene?"

As he spoke, the Yan Daoist burst into laughter. However, his laughter was cut short as his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

Because at that moment, on the lake surface, Murong Yunyan was laughing. Then, she casually reached out, tore off her outer robe that was missing a piece, and tossed it onto the lake surface.

The strong light source released by the Yan Daoist was still in effect. The light shone diagonally, casting a long shadow from the female cultivator's feet that stretched across the lake, passing over two young men who were half-naked in the water.

Both Yu Ci and Bao Guang were dumbstruck.

At this moment, Murong Yunyan was only wearing a jade-green silk bustier on her upper body. The bright color highlighted her bare shoulders and back, making them appear even more snowy white and smooth. Even the water droplets couldn't cling to her skin, falling off like pearls.

In this state, the female cultivator was not coy, nor was there any hint of wantonness. It was merely a simple act of undressing, as if Nanfrost Lake was a hot spring in her private residence, and the three men in the sky and lake were meaningless sculptures, completely ignored by her.

Yu Ci suddenly couldn't feel Bao Guang's breath. Turning his head to look, he saw the young Taoist's face turned beet red, a breath stuck in his throat, forgetting to exhale. His eyes were clearly staring at her, yet he was struggling to look away, eventually squinting his eyes and tilting his head, looking extremely odd.

Yu Ci didn't struggle like the young Taoist. He stared at Murong Qingyan's smooth back, feeling the soul-stirring allure, yet a thought flashed through his mind:

"What is this woman really like?"

From beginning to end, although he only heard Murong Yunyan say one sentence and hadn't clearly seen her face, and from start to finish, she seemed to be at a disadvantage. But at this moment, Yu Ci felt that this woman's actions had a hint of the Yan Daoist's "Transformation of the Mysterious Water":

Seemingly full of contradictions and changes, yet within there is a consistent thread, following a certain law. Her every move draws one's heart and mind, creating a feeling that once you're drawn in, you can't pull away.

He couldn't help but look at the Yan Daoist, wondering what the man who still had the upper hand was thinking.

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