Shi Yan was being carried by Xia Xinyan, hurtling across the vast expanse of the Boundless Sea, his expression one of sheer astonishment. That skeletal hand, tearing through the void and radiating an overwhelming demonic aura, had actually snatched away Xiao Hanyi, a martial artist at the Second Heaven of the Celestial Realm.

Such terrifying power chilled Shi Yan to the bone, suddenly making him realize how far he still had to go on the path of martial arts. Lost in his shock, Shi Yan abruptly felt himself beginning to sink.

His face changed, and Shi Yan quickly looked up at Xia Xinyan, only to see a thread of blood tracing down her neck. The wound seemed to be seeping from the corner of her veiled mouth, flowing down her luminous, snow-white neck.

"You're injured?" Shi Yan demanded sharply. "A beam of demonic light shot toward me just now; I had to move to resist it, and I was struck in the heart and lungs by that light," Xia Xinyan replied coolly.

"My Samsara Martial Spirit is fading. Once the power of Samsara is exhausted, I probably won't even possess the strength of the Hundred Tribulations Realm.

You should look out for yourself," she finished, causing a chill to run through Shi Yan. In the boundless sea, there were no visible islands, no ships in sight, and no power to soar through the air indefinitely.

If they fell into the ocean, it would likely be a situation of certain death. Originally, he had been counting on Xia Xinyan to get him to an island to rest before her Samsara power disappeared.

Now, that pleasant hope seemed destined to remain unfulfilled. "I'm fading fast," Xia Xinyan's jade body trembled, a shadow of sorrow flashing across her beautiful eyes.

She glanced down at Shi Yan and gave a self-deprecating laugh: "I never thought I’d die in the same place as a lecherous wretch like you..." With that, Xia Xinyan’s delicate frame began to sink rapidly, and the grip of her jade hand on the back of Shi Yan’s neck seemed to gradually lose its strength. Shi Yan’s face darkened, and he suddenly clamped down hard on Xia Xinyan’s slender hand, pulling them both down toward the sea below.

Splash! Shi Yan and Xia Xinyan plunged into the water together.

The powerful impact drove them down nearly a dozen meters before they slowly managed to stop their descent. The slightly salty water immediately flooded Shi Yan's mouth and nose; under the force of the impact, he couldn't help but swallow several mouthfuls, his breathing obstructed.

Xia Xinyan, injured by the demonic light and suffering the backlash of her Samsara Martial Spirit, coupled with the fall from such a height, had passed out cold. At the seabed, Shi Yan's expression was grave.

Holding his breath, he immediately gathered Xia Xinyan into his arms, kicking his legs, and rapidly shot toward the surface. "Hah!" Shi Yan burst from the water, greedily gulping down a lungful of fresh air.

Holding Xia Xinyan afloat, his heart was filled with uncertainty. The sea was vast and endless.

He had to constantly kick his legs to stay afloat, and when necessary, even channel his vital essence (Jingyuan) to move forward. If he couldn't find a speck of land or a vessel, his stamina and all his essence would eventually be depleted.

At that point, they would both surely drown. Floating, Shi Yan surveyed his surroundings.

All he saw was endless water stretching to the horizon. In his arms, Xia Xinyan’s eyes were tightly shut.

Her veil had slipped away, revealing a peerless beauty capable of toppling kingdoms. The clothes clinging to her bare form were soaked, plastered against her curves, which were exquisite and heartbreakingly captivating.

Holding Xia Xinyan, feeling the exquisite contour of her body, even in this desperate situation devoid of hope, Shi Yan felt his blood surge and his mind begin to stray. Xia Xinyan was already a peerless beauty, and now, with her soaked garments clinging to her perfect form, those tantalizing curves acted like a curse, capable of shattering the reason of any man, turning a righteous gentleman instantly into a frantic beast.

Shi Yan forced deep breaths, vehemently suppressing the urge to imagine her captivating allure. Only after a long time did he manage to regain his composure: I must find somewhere to land!

With a grim face, Shi Yan released his spiritual power, extending it in all directions. Wherever it passed, he keenly detected many life fluctuations beneath the waves—the fish of the sea.

However, even after spreading his spiritual sense over a radius of a thousand meters, Shi Yan could not detect any solid objects, not a single place to stand. His legs continued to kick ceaselessly.

A flicker of thought crossed Shi Yan's eyes, and after a long pause, he finally gritted his teeth and headed east. He turned Xia Xinyan over in his arms and began swimming, carrying her on his back.

Two full, high mounds pressed tightly against his broad back. Shi Yan could feel the tactile sensation of those beautiful forms, and immediately, his heart stirred, almost losing control of his errant thoughts again.

The woman on his back possessed a peerlessly enchanting appearance, an aura of noble dignity, and a perfect, curving physique. Usually so high and mighty, she carried an imposing presence.

Now, her eyes were closed, unconscious, pressed firmly against him, her soft chest pushing against his back... Shi Yan relentlessly told himself not to think wildly—this was no time for fantasy—yet the thoughts kept intruding.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly: this woman’s charm was astonishing, clouding his judgment. Carrying Xia Xinyan, Shi Yan secretly circulated his vital essence.

His kicks grew faster, and he extended his spiritual sense further, searching for any solid surface. Throughout this ordeal, he had to battle his own sanity, restraining the terrible allure of the beauty on his back, a truly exhausting struggle.

The sun vanished behind the clouds, and the bright, pale moon ascended the night sky. The starlight, countless bright specks, fell unobstructed into Shi Yan's body, finally gathering in his heart.

Unfortunately, he could not employ that Star Martial Spirit; he was unable to channel the power of the Star Martial Spirit to aid his journey. A day passed.

Shi Yan was still swimming eastward with Xia Xinyan on his back. Another day passed in relentless, non-stop travel.

The vital essence within him was heavily consumed, gradually showing signs of depletion. His spiritual sense was long overdrawn, making it impossible to continue scouting his surroundings.

Now, he could only push forward, relying on sheer luck, hoping to encounter an island, or even just a massive rock in the sea. As long as he had a place to rest, a place to recover his vital essence, he would be satisfied.

In the ocean, he dared not stop; once he ceased swimming, his body would sink into the depths. Another day passed.

Shi Yan's vital essence was almost gone, yet Xia Xinyan remained unconscious. The essence within her body was turbulent, suggesting the backlash she suffered was severe.

By this day, Shi Yan was exhausted in body and spirit, beginning to contemplate whether he should activate the negative power within him to manage the situation. Activating the negative power would also bring a backlash.

Although it could grant him a period of rapid movement, afterward, the resultant surge of adverse reaction would cause his fatigue to crash over him like a tidal wave. At that point, he would have nothing left to rely on and would truly sink to the bottom of the sea.

He had also considered using the Yin force from the Yin Bead, but that force was incompatible with his vital essence—it was strange and caused no change within his body, nor could it serve as a power source to propel him forward quickly. The Star Martial Spirit in his heart had gathered some starlight, but without the mystical principles (Wu Hun Ao Yi) of the Three Gods Sect, it seemed impossible to manipulate.

He had tried numerous times over the past few days but still couldn't control the starlight, finally giving up with an angry curse directed at the Three Gods Sect. Deep night.

The moon was like a perfect disc, the stars twinkling, the sea breeze blowing—an endless, beautiful scene. But Shi Yan had no mind to admire the sea's beauty.

His face was grim; his vital essence was nearly exhausted. If he didn't find a solution soon, he might not survive the night and would sink into the ocean.

Shi Yan had made up his mind: the moment his internal vital essence was fully depleted, he would immediately activate the negative power within him. "Shi...

Shi Yan," suddenly, a soft murmur came from the beauty on his back. Shi Yan was overjoyed and violently twisted his head around.

Xia Xinyan was leaning against his back, her head resting on his left shoulder. With that forceful turn, his mouth happened to brush against Xia Xinyan's lips.

Shi Yan felt as if struck by lightning, his eyes blazing with scorching intensity. But with immense willpower, he forced himself to move his neck slightly, creating a gap between his mouth and Xia Xinyan's cherry lips.

In sight, Xia Xinyan’s pupils were filled with fury as she stared coldly at him. "I didn't mean to," Shi Yan said with a frank expression.

"I've been carrying you this entire way. If I wanted to take advantage, I would have done so already." Xia Xinyan’s expression flickered slightly, and she glared fiercely at him, attempting to struggle free from Shi Yan's back.

Her movement, however, was the problem. As she moved, her full, soft breasts rubbed against Shi Yan's back, instantly sending a surge of wicked heat through him, intensifying the burning light in his eyes.

"Stop, don't move," Shi Yan pleaded, almost moaning the words. His face flushed crimson, and his voice was hoarse.

"Unless your body is well, you had better not move carelessly, if you don't want something to happen to you!" The naked desire burning in Shi Yan's eyes immediately made Xia Xinyan realize the impropriety of the situation. In an instant, her slightly pale face flushed with astonishing redness.

Xia Xinyan was overwhelmed with shame. As the pride of the new generation of the Xia Family, she had cultivated diligently since childhood, enduring the most brutal tempering the family could impose.

With astonishing talent, she became the leading figure of her generation in the Xia Family. For years, her focus had been solely on cultivation; she had never entertained feelings for men, holding herself above them, looking down on all men in the world.

Yet today, she was pressed entirely against this young man whom she called a lecherous wretch, and the most intimate parts of her body had just been tasted by this man for the first time. Xia Xinyan was incredibly mortified.

If her strength had returned, she would have loved to strangle Shi Yan on the spot. Glaring fiercely at Shi Yan, Xia Xinyan’s face grew redder, and her breathing grew shallow.

Anger mixed with humiliation sparked an urge to kill. "Ugh..." Shi Yan's expression suddenly turned strange, his gaze burning with fervent flame as he stared at her intensely.

"You're reacting too? You want it too?" "Shut up!" Xia Xinyan was so enraged she felt like spitting blood.

"I'm angry! Why are your thoughts so filthy!" Shi Yan paused for a beat, not angered, and shamelessly continued: "Well, I think we might not survive the night.

You are so beautiful and captivating, and you've never experienced a man. To die like this would be a great regret even in the Nine Springs.

Anyway, since we're both going to die, I'll be magnanimous just this once and let you taste what a man is like. Don't thank me; I'm happy to satisfy you." "Shut up!" Xia Xinyan struggled and cried out sharply, "I'd rather drown clean than give you satisfaction!

Let me down, let me sink to the bottom of the sea!" "Huh!" At that moment, Shi Yan suddenly exclaimed, "We're saved!" P: That's all for today's two chapters. Please allow me to rest; I have a cold, I swear I'm not making excuses, truly.

My nose won't stop running. I apologize to all the readers.

Bows in apology, retreating...

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