“This point is… the Keen-Eyed Rakshasa, Qiao Ying!” Mei Xueyan pointed at the diagram Jun Mo Xie had drawn. “Our attacks, as they stand, are only generally sketched out. We can only rely on our own prior estimations and planning.

Though the plan is good, the battlefield is ever-changing; it might not be possible to execute this strategy with ease. But if Qiao Ying were present,” the situation would be vastly different! Because she is someone who can clearly see the enemy’s movements!

If she were to issue commands at the opportune moment, our chances of successfully deploying this strategy would increase dramatically!” “Exactly!” Jun Mo Xie slapped his thigh. “How could I forget about that Keen-Eyed Rakshasa? Isn’t she the only one capable of seeing through that perverse skill of the foreign races?

Back then, even I”—Jun Mo Xie’s thoughts shifted, and he couldn't help but recall his past self; wasn’t his Yin-Yang Evasion, which had never failed before, also undone by the keen sight of this grand master? Then, he remembered Qiao Ying’s graceful figure, her delicate countenance that outshone the frost… The deeply engrossed Young Master Jun suddenly felt another stir in his heart—an idea, as if possessed, surfaced in his mind: If only I could lay my hands on her a little… what a joyful thing that would be. Mei Xueyan, who had just been relieved after solving a major puzzle that had troubled her for days, looked up only to find Young Master Jun seemingly lost in the state of a lecherous buffoon.

She had just mentioned Qiao Ying, and this fellow was already showing signs of unfulfilled desire—it was far too obvious to ignore! Mei Xueyan’s jealousy immediately flared. Her Two-Finger Zen divine art reappeared in the mortal world, two fingers digging sharply into his waist.

With immediate force, she gave a 180-degree clockwise twist, and then continued the rotation toward a 360-degree goal… Gritting her teeth, she interrogated him word by word: “What are you thinking about?!” “I’m thinking, ah,” Jun Mo Xie cried out in pain. This girl was actually using the formidable power of the Sky-Splitting technique to pinch him! Techniques of the same origin caused considerable damage, and combined with the “Man’s Greatest Pain” effect—the agony Jun Mo Xie felt at that moment was soul-crushing.

He gasped, barely able to speak. Mei Xueyan finally felt a pang of pity and relaxed her grip slightly. “Hmph, the moment I mentioned Qiao Ying, you put on such a lecherous, wolfish expression.

You already have so many sisters at home, what further nonsense are you thinking about? Are you planning to take another wife!?” “Xueyan ah, no matter what, one must adhere to reason, right?!” Seeing the situation turn dire, the young master urgently sought a countermeasure, his mind racing, and he devised a brilliant strategy in his desperation! “Oh?

You still have reasons? I wonder what great reasoning Young Master Jun possesses? This concubine is all ears!” Although the beautiful Mei spoke politely, the two fingers that had slightly loosened instantly exerted more force, continuing to create the “Man’s Greatest Pain”!

“Hmph, of course you must listen with respect, aren’t you the originator of this trouble? You certainly don't want me to think about it, but I have to, you know.” The young master grimaced. “Your brother here is as normal a man as can be.

Can one not think about those matters of human relationships? If I didn't think about them, that would truly be a major issue! If everyone were like you—transforming back to their original form at a critical moment, first engaging in non-violent non-cooperation, and then running away—I wouldn’t even have a place to cry, brother!

If this happened a few more times, I’d probably be castrated, cease being a man entirely, and just enter the palace to serve the Emperor.” “Mmm, you, you’re still angry with me.” Mei Xueyan became a little uneasy, her eyes darting evasively. “It wasn’t my intention, that time… that time I just wasn’t prepared… Your… your… that thing was too fierce… How could I endure it?” “Then when will you be prepared? Are you ready now?

Don’t worry, I’ll be very gentle, really very gentle!” Jun Mo Xie asked excitedly, having long since tossed the ‘Man’s Greatest Pain’ out of his mind. Well, Young Master Jun deliberately brought up this topic now, not only to resolve the immediate awkward situation but more importantly, to force the beautiful Mei to make a statement. He couldn't let this continue, could he?

Transforming at every critical juncture—it wouldn't take many more times before Jun Mo Xie felt he’d be rendered impotent by this girl. They say a bachelor’s spear is like steel: even tough cowhide can be pierced. It was almost like what happened that time—even the bedding was pierced.

Other people are bachelors for one lifetime; this brother has been one for two lifetimes… “How does one ‘prepare’ for that kind of thing? How can you be gentle?” Mei Xueyan’s face flushed crimson, looking rather coy. “Pfft… Then you mean… it can’t be prepared?” Jun Mo Xie almost spat blood.

“You have to give me some time… to slowly…” Mei Xueyan covered her face, her voice a mere mosquito’s whine. Jun Mo Xie slammed his head to the ground, pounding his chest, suddenly wanting to bang his head against a wall. “My dear, please take pity on this poor monk!

If I keep holding this in, this old monk will surely form a Sarira…” “What? A Sarira? What is a Sarira?” Mei Xueyan spat lightly, asking curiously.

“A Sarira is when a man cannot release that ‘essence of life’ for a long time, so a big stone forms right there, and then it’s over forever.” Jun Mo Xie spun a random tale, his eyes darting around. Speaking of which, the concept of a Sarira is difficult to explain in this world, because in this world… hell, there are no monks! “Forms a stone?

Can it really be that terrifying?” Mei Xueyan was startled, her round eyes widening. “Yes, yes, how could it not be? What I was just talking about is truly a matter of the arrow already on the bowstring, the urgent situation at hand, the thousand-pound critical moment, the peril facing us right now!” Jun Mo Xie lamented tragically.

“Hmph, don’t you still have Miao Xiao Miao, Guan Qing Han, and the others? And recently, you added that little girl Xiao Yi. That should be enough for you to busy yourself with.

You won’t form any such… Sarira. Do you take me for a fool?” Mei Xueyan pouted, turning away. “How can they compare to you?” Jun Mo Xie panicked, speaking incoherently and without filtering his words.

“The one I most want to attend to… is you!” “Bah, bah… What are you saying!” This time, Mei Xueyan was genuinely embarrassed. Blushing, she stamped her foot, covered her face, and fled in a flash, leaving only one sentence behind: “Aren’t you going to the Holy Lands to ask for Qiao Ying?” The young master sighed deeply, looking utterly lost. Seeing Jun Mo Xie walking toward him with a somber and dejected face, Gu Han quickly rose to meet him.

The current situation was clear to Gu Han: if they wanted to stop the advance of the foreign races into the Xuan Xuan Continent, the only possibility lay with Jun Mo Xie! As for the Three Great Holy Lands, they were long past their prime! Looking at their scattered group of six or seven thousand people—the final result after the Three Great Holy Lands poured out everything they had—although everyone who came could be called an expert, they were absolutely not on the same level as the combat strength of Jun Mo Xie’s Evil Monarch’s Mansion or the Heavenly Punishment lineage!

“Mansion Lord Jun!” Gu Han stepped forward with a smile to greet Jun Mo Xie. Jun Mo Xie wasted no time and got straight to the point: “Elder Gu, this Sect Master has come to borrow a person from you.” Gu Han’s heart jolted but was not overly surprised. “Qiao Ying?” “Precisely!

It is Qiao Ying.” Jun Mo Xie confirmed. “No problem!” Gu Han agreed instantly without batting an eye. He then called Qiao Ying out from the ranks.

Looking at the confused Qiao Ying, a trace of paternal affection flashed in Gu Han’s eyes. “Xiao Ying, from now on, you will follow Mansion Lord Jun to jointly fight the foreign races.” “Why? Why send me out alone right before the great battle?” Qiao Ying was clearly unwilling.

Even though the Holy Lands were waning, Qiao Ying still held deep affection for the Heavenly Sage Palace. “Xiao Ying, the situation is clear now. You can better utilize your talents against the foreign races only by being with the Heavenly Punishment faction!

The current Holy Lands cannot provide you with sufficient scope to exert yourself; this is fact, and reality!” Gu Han, worthy of being the foremost figure of the Heavenly Sage Palace, had already guessed that Jun Mo Xie must have a specific plan upon suggesting Qiao Ying be lent out. Qiao Ying stood alone, suddenly feeling an unprecedented loneliness, and for a moment, she did not know what to do. Although their camps were set up close to each other, Qiao Ying vaguely sensed that her departure at this moment might be the final farewell before the great war!

This ineffable sense of foreboding made her heart a mess, leaving her utterly bewildered. “Xiao Ying, you go over alone first, go find Venerable Mei.” Gu Han waved his hand, a hint of genuine reluctance in his eyes. He continued, “I have a few words to say to Mansion Lord Jun.” Qiao Ying agreed, cast a deep look at the comrades from the Heavenly Sage Palace with whom she had spent countless days and nights, and suddenly, crystalline tears welled up in her eyes.

She turned, covered her face with her hand, and ran out. Mei Xueyan came forward from a distance to meet her. The members of the Heavenly Sage Palace faction, such as Cheng Yin Xiao and Qu Wu Hui, all watched Qiao Ying’s receding back with warm smiles, filled with deep affection.

They all cherished this little sister who had been with them for over a thousand years from the bottom of their hearts. This departure might be an eternal farewell! When she reached the Heavenly Punishment camp, with her unique status, she should be much safer—at least safer than being by their side!

Because they already were… Gu Han watched as Mei Xueyan personally ushered Qiao Ying into the camp, seeming to have put a burden down, and let out a long sigh of relief. He turned to Jun Mo Xie: “Mansion Lord Jun, this old man has a few words he wishes to speak with you.” “Elder Gu, please speak!” Jun Mo Xie gestured an invitation. Gu Han waved his hand, and a hazy layer of vital energy enveloped the space entirely.

After a faint ripple in the air, everything stilled! With this simple movement, Gu Han sealed off all space within a radius of ten zhang, ensuring that their conversation could not be overheard. Jun Mo Xie, who had been casual in demeanor, could not help but become solemn upon seeing Gu Han’s actions.

He knew that Gu Han must have something extremely important to say; otherwise, he would not be acting with such solemnity!