Chapter 121: The Core Formation Expert

Junior Sister Dan Yu was unharmed, and Xu Xuan Changsong let out a sigh of relief.

“Senior Brother Xu!” Yu Qin, filled with joy, rushed forward, tears streaming down her face as she collapsed into his arms, trembling helplessly and confused.

“Quick, we must go,” Xu Xuan grasped her hand firmly and without hesitation, decisively fled down the mountain.

At this moment, Fairy He Yue was holding back the three Great Spirit Refining Immortal Masters, including Dongfang Ba. Her cultivation was even inferior to Senior Uncle Lu’s, and she couldn’t hold out much longer.

Yun Yuanhang and the others dared not hesitate and hurriedly rushed down the mountain.

The figures of the disciples had just vanished into the darkness of the night. Mistress He was forced to retreat to the edge of a steep cliff, with no way back—she sensed impending doom.

Bang! Bang! Crash!

The green luminous shield surrounding her was instantly shattered by the trio led by Dongfang Ba. A tremendous force struck her delicate shoulder, causing her body to sway and her complexion to pale. She was on the verge of perishing right there.

“Slow down if you want to live!” Dongfang Ba hastily ordered the other two to stop. He pressed his finger against He Yue’s acupoint, unleashing the force of a first-level Spirit Refining stage to try and seal her magic.

But He Yue herself was a third-level Spirit Refining Immortal Master, her power stronger than Dongfang Ba’s. Secretly pleased, she prepared to counterattack.

Suddenly, Mistress He’s head was struck by a yellow-faced martial cultivator beside her. Her vision darkened, and she instantly lost consciousness.

“Hehe, Young Master, leave her to me,” the yellow-faced cultivator chuckled, raising his palm to strike Mistress He’s back. A surging true energy poured into her body, not only awakening He Yue but also sealing her magic at once.

“You…” Mistress He’s eyes sparkled with hatred, but she was utterly immobilized. She quickly realized her magic was suppressed, her whole body weak and powerless.

“Young Master, she can’t even take her own life now. You can enjoy her without worry,” the yellow-faced cultivator said with a hint of flattery.

“Well done,” Dongfang Ba rejoiced. He hoisted He Yue’s graceful and noble figure, embracing her waist. One hand slipped inside her skirt, wandering shamelessly.

“Stop… you!” He Yue’s eyes burned with humiliation and anger. She tried to summon her magic, but nothing responded. She attempted to bite her tongue and end her life but was too weak to even do that.

“Hahaha! Let this noble and pure Fairy of the Wind Feather Sect be disgraced before all!” Dongfang Ba laughed wildly, ordering an elderly Spirit Refining Immortal Master to summon a flying boat. Then, carrying He Yue, he stepped onto it.

The flying boat rose slowly. Dongfang Ba tore He Yue’s skirt apart and, right there in midair above the Wind Feather Sect, shamelessly violated and humiliated her.

“Young Master, after the battle you can do as you please with her. But isn’t this a bit…” the elderly Immortal Master frowned as he piloted the flying boat.

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