At this moment, Su Xiaoxiao, clad in a white gown, betrayed none of her former allure. Her face, bare of makeup, was pure and lovely, devoid of any trace of seduction. Standing there, she seemed like an innocent little white flower, capable of stirring the heart. Or perhaps a celestial maiden fallen to the mortal dust, untouched by the slightest trace of worldly grit.

Zong Shou’s thoughts turned, and he instantly knew it was the thread of emotion from the Yuan Mo Seven Passions Art that had led this woman to him.

He immediately raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with disbelief: "You actually didn't die? I thought that Supreme Yuan Demon would use you as fertilizer for the flowers in the Yuan Demon Abode. Remarkable, truly remarkable—"

Su Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth in anger, realizing that had it not been for the unforeseen alteration of the Zeng Xuan Chi Fa Wing, that outcome might well have been true.

Ignoring Zong Shou’s teasing, Su Xiaoxiao instantly flashed forward, arriving upon the turtle’s back as well.

Chu Xue, however, felt displeased. The Blood Moon Blade hissed as it left its sheath. A crimson shadow swept past from the void, traceless and unseen.

Su Xiaoxiao cried out in alarm and casually tossed out a sheet of red gauze. As the mist diffused, it concealed her figure.

When the Blood Moon Blade’s shadow swept past, the gauze was sliced cleanly in two. Yet, Su Xiaoxiao’s silhouette remained standing unharmed.

Chu Xue’s willow brows lifted slightly. The blade light instantly folded back, but just as she prepared to strike again, she discovered that no matter what, she could not bring herself to execute this cut.

She was inherently kind-hearted; if she hadn't been utterly enraged by Su Xiaoxiao, she wouldn't have drawn her blade. Now, however, she felt a flush of embarrassment. Seeing Su Xiaoxiao’s pitiful, frightened expression, she felt a pang of guilt.

This woman hadn't actually done much, had she? Had she been too harsh?

"Manipulating the Seven Passions, is this the Nine Secrets Yuan Demon Seven Passions Grand Art? Interesting!"

Yuan Wushang sneered, thoroughly entertained: "Brother Zong, shall I dispatch her for you?"

Zong Shou touched his forehead, letting out a slight sigh. He swore that in his entire life, he rarely showed leniency toward an opponent. Yet, toward this seductive demoness before him, he truly lacked the intent to kill.

"Hmm?"

Yuan Wushang seemed slightly astonished. For Zong Shou, known for his ruthlessness, to hesitate now?

After a moment’s thought, he burst into laughter: "Could it be the Seven Passions Linking Yuan? Brother Zong’s heart has been moved?"

As he spoke, he retracted his spiritual sense lock. Having cultivated both demonic and righteous paths, he knew a little about the Yuan Mo Seven Passions Grand Art.

He knew that under the attraction of the threads of emotion, Zong Shou currently had no way to harm Su Xiaoxiao.

However, relatively speaking, Su Xiaoxiao posed no threat to their group either.

Zong Shou’s face was ashen, growing increasingly grim. But his recent studies of demonic scriptures had not been entirely without gain.

He knew that as long as he did not genuinely fall in love within thirty years, the effects of the Yuan Mo Seven Passions Grand Art would fade.

So, he stiffened his expression, his tone turning cold and hard: "Why have you come to find me?"

"I heard that the Qin Emperor’s Tomb is accompanied by countless spiritual artifacts from the Cloud Desolation Era, which would be of great use to my Demonic Sect. Now that the tomb has opened early, how could this servant not arrive? However, a few months ago, I offended Junior Brother Han too severely. Traveling with him might present unforeseen dangers, perhaps being violated and then killed. Thinking it over carefully, it is better to enter the tomb with my beloved."

While speaking, Su Xiaoxiao was assessing Zong Shou from head to toe.

It seemed this destined adversary truly didn't know the function of the Zeng Xuan Chi Fa Wing. Otherwise, Zong Shou at this moment would already be the foremost power below the Ultimate Realm of the Cloud World!

If she hadn't used it herself, but given it to Xiu Guan, there would instantly be another Xi Zi.

Capable of subduing the entire Cloud World single-handedly.

Today, she wouldn't need to hide her tracks so deliberately; she could enter the First Emperor’s Tomb openly. With Saint Realm strength, unimpeded by suppression, she could rampage freely, even ignoring the mechanisms and spirit arrays within the tomb.

Although the place was teeming with experts, all added together, they wouldn't match a single sword strike from Zong Shou.

A faint impulse welled up in her heart to reveal the secret of the Zeng Xuan Chi Fa Wing.

But in the next instant, a figure flashed through Su Xiaoxiao’s mind.

Since that person had informed her of everything regarding the Zeng Xuan Chi Fa Wing, how could they lack countermeasures against her?

Though this individual had left the Cloud World, they still cast a vast, ominous shadow in her heart.

With a gentle sigh, a playful expression reappeared on Su Xiaoxiao’s face: "Although the Yuan Mo Seven Passions Grand Art doesn't require absorbing Vital Blood Essence or the like, the further one progresses, the more nourishment is needed from the seven human passions: Joy, Anger, Sorrow, Fear, Love, Hate, and Desire. Xiao Xiao is only one step away from completing her inner heaven and earth. But this final step... who knows how many people will be harmed? Since I have fallen for my beloved, I intend to reform and cease harming others. If there is something in the Qin Emperor’s Tomb that can help this servant attain the Dao, wouldn't that be the best of both worlds? Thus, this servant is truly helpless. Does my beloved still dare to send me away?"

Zong Shou snorted coldly. What was this? Trying to deceive a gentleman with moral pretense?

According to this enchantress’s explanation, it sounded as if any future victims she harmed would somehow be his responsibility.

If it weren't for the Yuan Mo Seven Passions Grand Art, he would have already ended this demoness with a single sword strike!

"Enough, have it your way!"

Yet, inwardly, he sighed. In the end, he had been cornered by this woman.

For some reason, he truly did not wish for this woman to use that Yuan Mo Seven Passions Grand Art to beguile the masses anymore.

However, it didn't matter if she followed him; with him watching, it would be difficult for her to pull off any tricks.

Su Xiaoxiao chuckled softly upon hearing this, like the clear ringing of a silver bell.

"In the Qin Emperor’s Tomb, this servant knows a little, perhaps I can assist my beloved!"

Her gaze swept across the four figures. Only when she landed on Shen Yuexuan did a flicker of surprise cross her beautiful eyes.

This person seemed to have origins in the Ink Sect?

Chu Xue, meanwhile, felt utterly dejected. She repeatedly tried to draw her blade to drive Su Xiaoxiao away from her master’s side, but inexplicably, her hostility vanished.

She actually found this seductive demoness endearing and approachable—

Even with her current naivete, she sensed something was wrong, as if her emotions were being manipulated.

But Zong Shou had already spoken, so she couldn't continue attacking. She could only huff and turn her head away.

The cat ears atop her head stood straight up, signaling that she was very, very angry!

Zong Shou paid no more attention to Su Xiaoxiao and continued gazing into the distance.

In just a moment, a thunderous explosion echoed from afar. The massive bluestone sealing the tomb entrance shattered as the Yin Fiend energy dissipated, overwhelmed by the force of the spirit array.

In that instant, across thousands of miles, countless streams of spiritual energy shot up from all directions, converging toward the tomb entrance.

A sharp glint flashed in Zong Shou’s eyes, and he stamped his foot hard.

The Azure Fire Mystic Turtle immediately understood, spreading its twelve pairs of ice wings and flying at full power. In less than a hundred breaths, they were within a hundred miles of the tomb entrance.

Then, a cold snort rang out from above: "Get out of my way!"

A wave of overwhelming astral energy suddenly swept down, crushing the nearby area. The approaching figures felt their breaths seize simultaneously.

Zong Shou started inwardly, looking towards the source of the voice.

Night Demon? A Saint Realm expert from the Night Demon Tribe—why were they here?

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