Chapter 59

The next afternoon, the scorching sun blazed, and golden light filtered through the dense foliage, scattering mottled shadows.

An unremarkable carriage moved at a steady pace along the wide royal road of the Barack Kingdom. A young man dressed in a sleek blue outfit, tall and handsome yet bearing a hint of coldness, lay leisurely in the carriage; he was Yu Tianyun, bound for Soto City.

The scorching summer always made one feel unbearably hot; even though Yu Tianyun possessed great cultivation enough to withstand heat and cold, he still felt a slight irritation. This feeling did not simply arise from the external sweltering temperature, but from an indescribable impulse quietly stirring deep within his heart.

Since that night when he left Dragon Valley, the wonderful feeling of being tightly enveloped by a gentle realm had been imprinted in his mind like a brand, leaving him intoxicated as if he were in a dreamlike fairyland, lingering unwillingly and unable to extricate himself.

As the saying goes, "Warmth and fullness stir lewd thoughts," which perfectly captures Yu Tianyun's current state of mind.

When he was in Dragon Valley, he poured virtually all his time and energy without reservation into the heavy and tedious work of digging graves and burying bones, never pausing, having no time for anything else.

However, now he suddenly has rare leisure time and unrestricted freedom, and the desire long suppressed in his heart sprouts like a new bud Breaking through the spring soil, beginning to stir uncontrollably.

The feeling was strange, as if a surging, unstoppable powerful force roamed wildly within his body, crazily driving him to urgently seek something that could satisfy him. Perhaps the long suppression intensified his craving for sex; or perhaps the loneliness deep inside made him want to find someone to keep him company.

Yu Tianyun couldn't help but fall into memories, recalling that unforgettable night, the Entanglement and passionate intimacy among him and Xiao Yue and the third person gave him an unprecedented joy and satisfaction. In his mind, their soft skin, warm embraces, and charming smiles kept resurfacing. Those memories were like a raging fire, scorching his heart, making it increasingly difficult for him to…

At that moment, suddenly, a fierce clashing sound came from the forest not far away, breaking the tranquility of his path.

His brows furrowed slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. He didn't want to meddle, because he had never been the type to interfere in others' affairs; he knew that meddling often drags one into tangled, troublesome cause-and-effect, so he resolutely decided to pretend he heard nothing, saw nothing, and continue quietly driving the carriage along the predetermined route.

In the dense forest not far from Yu Tianyun, a girl who looked about eleven or twelve moved like a nimble black cat, swiftly darting and leaping among the trees.

The girl was about 1.65 m tall, her black long hair cascading like a waterfall over her slender shoulders, her skin as white as mutton‑fat jade, exuding a charming luster. She wore a black tight‑fitting outfit that perfectly outlined her fully developed figure, and on the back of her hips there was a cat‑like tail that swayed like an ornament.

The girl's extremely voluptuous figure was mismatched with her age; without close inspection of her still somewhat childish face, one might mistake her for an adult married woman, especially her lofty bosom, which would inadvertently draw every man's gaze, making it hard to look away.

Contrasting her explosive figure, the girl's expression was extremely cold, a cold that stemmed from within, pure cold; her black eyes bore no spark of life, filled only with despair and resentment, like a dead pool with no ripples. This demeanor clashed with her otherwise beautiful face, full of conflict and contradiction.

Just from the wounds on the girl's evenly slender limbs and her occasional nervous glances back, it was easy to judge that she was being pursued.

"Whoosh!"

Just as the girl turned her head to check the road ahead, a sharp arrow enveloped in a blue soul power aura shot out from the dense forest behind her like lightning, its tip aimed at the girl's back.

When the girl heard the sharp, ear‑piercing Break‑through sound of the arrow slicing through the air, it was too late to look back; she could only rely on her keen intuition and instinct, twisting her slender waist with all her might toward safety, attempting to evade the sudden fierce attack.

"Puff—" the arrow raised a cloud of blood mist.

After the arrow briefly overlapped with the girl's body, it sped past at great velocity, embedding itself deep into a massive tree ahead, emitting a heart‑stopping, muffled thud.

In the end, the girl couldn't completely dodge the strike; the arrow came so fast that her perception lagged slightly, making a full evasion impossible. However, her effort was not in vain—the arrow merely tore a large gash in her slender waist, missing vital organs.

The girl's complexion turned as pale as paper due to massive blood loss, yet to survive she had to cover her waist wound and keep running. The injury severely hampered her speed; within half a minute, the relentless pursuers caught up and blocked her path.

The pursuers were few, only three: one Soul Ancestor and two Soul Elders. Leading them was a girl of eighteen or nineteen, whose features resembled those of the chased girl, also a stunningly beautiful woman.

She was tall, wearing a black tight combat suit that clung to her body, perfectly outlining the woman's blood‑pumping curves. Her figure was astonishing, with a towering peak on her chest that trembled as she moved swiftly, as if unable to bear the tight suit's restraint, ready to Break out of the clothing at any moment.

The leading stunning woman, seeing the girl's wounded waist bleeding nonstop, showed a flicker of pity in her eyes, her slightly furrowed brows unintentionally revealing her inner feelings; however, thinking of her own situation, that thread of pity vanished, turning into mockery and ridicule.

Only then did the stunning woman lightly part her red lips, and a voice as delicate as a nightingale's solo…

"My dear sister, you suddenly left without saying goodbye; big sister will be very sad. Come quickly and return with me!"

To others, these words sounded like warm sisterly concern, but to the girl they were like a demon's whisper, adding emotions to her previously expressionless eyes—anger, fear, hatred, and nothing positive.

But it's not hard to see why; the girl opposite, the woman who calls herself her "big sister," doesn't know how many times she has been assassinated over the years, so it's no wonder she can't be in a good mood.

Only the girl's cold voice was heard, saying icily:

"Zhu Zhuyun, stop putting on a show here. Go back and continue the cat‑and‑mouse game with me?"

The stunning beauty Zhu Zhuyun, hearing her sister's blunt retort, was not angry, but playfully said:

"Go die!"

When she uttered the last three words, the surrounding atmosphere instantly turned lethal.

But before she could act, a Soul Elder guard beside her shouted, "Who is there?"

Before the words finished, the guard's second yellow Soul Ring suddenly flared, his martial soul longbow was drawn in an instant like a full moon, and a blue‑glimmering arrow, bearing a fierce momentum, shot rapidly toward the carriage.

(End of chapter)