How could this be? A flush of fever rose across Jingyin’s delicate, pure white face, leaving it entirely crimson.

She truly dared not recall the madness of the past two days. Inexplicably, wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, impossible to resist or suppress, leaving her utterly submerged.

Her body was filled with an indefinable sense of completeness, as if experiencing another self undergoing the most profound pleasures of the mortal realm—being conquered, **ed. Her entire being seemed to transform into a **-like state, committing countless shameful and unspeakable acts.

And even now, though the intense pleasure had subsided, she could still feel the surging passion churning within her. It was a blessing that these past two days afforded her the excuse of seclusion; otherwise, no one would have noticed anything amiss.

Otherwise, she would have wished only to find a piece of tofu and smash her head against it. “Yuanshi Ancient Buddha, Boundless Beginning and End—” As she chanted this Buddhist invocation, Jingyin shook her head again.

These past two days, she had inexplicably fallen prey to the **vices. If the various Buddhas knew, they would surely be enraged.

She wondered then, was she perhaps, deep down, one of those abnormally **lustful women? She had cultivated diligently, already achieving the Vajra Fruit attainment.

Recently, while preaching in the Yuanlian Realm, she felt her foundation growing ever sturdier. She was but a single step away from Arhat attainment— Yet, at this juncture, this unexpected event had occurred.

With a soft sigh, Jingyin uttered several mantras in Sanskrit. Instantly, a ball of azure spiritual light swept through the room, Thoroughly cleaning away all traces left by the debauchery of the last two nights.

Then, she sat cross-legged, chanting the Three Marvelous Bodhi Purity Sutra. But as each verse left her lips, Jingyin could find none of the usual peace or spiritual clarity.

Her mind was consumed entirely by the events of those two nights, refusing to dissipate. She couldn't help a soft, hidden sigh, pondering if this **thought was perhaps her tribulation?

But whence it came, and how to resolve it, she had no clue. Her Master was absent, and there was no one she could consult.

Master Cifang from the Qiong Realm Grand Court possessed profound cultivation and a generous, gentle temperament, truly exhibiting the bearing of an elder. He had recently attained Arhatship due to his merits in spreading the teachings.

However, such a private, maidenly shame could never be confessed to this Master. While her thoughts were a chaotic jumble, a streak of spiritual light suddenly pierced into her Yuanning Palace immortal abode.

It came without warning, charging directly toward her living quarters. It was Zhao Yanran— Jingyin’s gaze flickered, and she instantly knew who had arrived.

She subconsciously glanced around, then felt a wave of relief, letting go of her furtive anxiety. But when she saw Zhao Yanran’s light descend, Jingyin’s expression shifted again.

“How could she be so grievously injured? Who did this?” Zhao Yanran’s shoulder appeared to have been struck by some heavy object; her entire scapula was broken and caved inward.

The wound was horrifying to behold, the only small comfort being the lack of significant bleeding. It was evident that Zhao Yanran could still control the severity of her injury.

“It’s nothing; the one who wounded me was slain by my sword moments ago.” Despite being heavily wounded, Zhao Yanran was smiling, her expression threaded with cold ruthlessness. “As for who it was, must I even say?

Three Peak Spirit Realm cultivators dared to ambush and test Zhao Yanran? This time, I’ve at least given them a taste of their own medicine, and repaid the deaths of those dozens of disciples from the Three Teachings!” Jingyin fell silent, knowing that Zhao Yanran’s latter remarks referred to the recent series of ambushes against disciples traveling or patrolling the Yuanlian Realm from the Sword Sect, Buddhism, and the Cang Sheng Dao.

Since the battle that destroyed Hong Jiuchen’s faction, the Yuanlian Realm had enjoyed half a year of stability. However, beneath the surface, dark currents were churning, and storms were brewing anew.

It wasn’t just disciples of the Three Teachings being ambushed in succession; border conflicts were frequent, and small-scale skirmishes were becoming increasingly common, Resulting in casualties almost daily. Many disciples from the Six Buddhist Sects had already returned to the Pure Land.

Jingyin despised seeing living beings suffer, yet, at this moment, forcing the Buddhist sects to withdraw from Yuanlian was utterly impossible! “Is it still impossible to verify the origins of these people—” Zhao Yanran gave a wry smile: “These were all death warriors; not a single one was left alive.

Soul searching proved fruitless as well.” If they could have traced them, they wouldn't be so troubled. Although the Great Qian Immortal Court was gradually confronting the forces of Mu Fang and the hermit Fu Yue, There was no concrete proof that the cultivators ambushing the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty were connected to them.

Instead, all clues pointed toward the Jiudu Immortal Court, and Hong Jiuchen, who was supposed to have retreated. “So it is!” After a moment of thought, Jingyin shook her head again: “Sister Yanran, you must be more cautious going forward.

Those people surely won’t give up so easily. For now, they are only at the Spirit Realm, but if His Majesty continues not to appear and deploy Immortal Realm cultivators, it will only be a matter of time—” Examining the myriad situations within the Yuanlian Realm, the primary goal was clearly to gauge the Great Qian Immortal Court’s response.

And whether the Sovereign of the Great Qian Immortal Court, Zongshou, was still present in the Yuanlian Realm—alive or dead— The intensity of these probing attacks was bound to escalate gradually. Such blatant provocations receiving no response naturally suggested the weakening of the Great Qian Immortal Court.

If this continued, panic would surely spread among the populace. At that point, it would certainly be time for certain parties to make their true move.

“I understand this matter! The second batch of aerial ships from the Cloud Realm is already en route and should arrive within ten days.

The Cang Sheng Dao alone is sending a massive contingent of three thousand disciples. That should alleviate the shortage of manpower—” Zhao Yanran smiled, noting that the reinforcement of personnel by all Three Teachings indicated they now placed immense importance on the Yuanlian World, no longer treating it as merely an experiment.

“It is a blessing that Master Cifang and Senior Brother Feng Taiji are here—one has reached the Immortal Realm, and the other, though at the peak of the Spirit Realm, can already contend with Immortals. They are capable of deterring petty villains.

Otherwise, these past few months would have been far more agonizing. Their contributions are immense—” There was also Chahou Hu of the Asura Clan, whose recent movements were strange, seemingly assisting the Great Qian Immortal Court in secret, Allowing Zhuang Yu, who was left to guard the Yuanlian Realm for the Regent, to calmly consolidate troops and prepare defenses.

As her words concluded, a bitter, soft chuckle drifted from behind her. “I dare not accept the praise, Fairy Yanran!” A figure strolled into view—it was Feng Taiji, his eyes filled with exhaustion and helplessness.

“Even Feng Taiji feels stretched thin at this point. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.

Those people have clearly planned meticulously; their follow-up moves will certainly not end here. Furthermore, only three Immortal Realm experts arrived with this batch of aerial ships.

Now, we can only hope that our Lord returns soon, and that nothing untoward happens to him—” As these words were spoken, Jingyin’s expression also subtly shifted. How could they not realize that Hong Jiuchen, Tan Jing, and the others were so eager for a counterattack because they must have obtained some crucial intelligence?

Only Zhao Yanran continued to smile, her expression dazzlingly bright. Feng Taiji gave her a curious look, then mused thoughtfully: “Fairy Yanran, perhaps you, too, are about to advance?” “Far from it!

I’m merely catching up to you. But the time for me to take that single step should not be far off.” Feng Taiji and Jingyin exchanged glances, both displaying expressions of pleasant surprise.

Adding even a little strength now was welcome. Zhao Yanran had only recently mastered the unification of Spirit and Martial arts, making her someone at the peak of the Spirit Realm who could contend with Immortals.

Zhao Yanran, for her part, considered that’s recent cultivation breakthrough was thanks to her. In other words, that person was not only safe but had actually made significant advances in power—