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The cultivation technique that was the best in the world and far better than the Stirring Thunder technique - Cleaving Nine Heavens!

”Fuyao… Fuayo…”

Yan Jingchen had no idea what he was calling out for. His heart slowly sank in excruciating pain to the depths of his chest. The pain seemed to destroy his kidneys and rip apart his lungs, and it penetrated deep into his bone marrows, causing him to suffocate in agony.

Those decisions that he made as a smart alec, those destinies that were a result of his mistake after mistake, and those punishments that were long fated to arrive…

”You will sooner or later suffer.”

Yan Jingchen puked out a mouthful of blood, which spread out like blossoms on the dusty, grey floor.

While Yan Jingchen suffered, perspiration was dripping down Meng Fuyao's back. She felt that she was going to experience a mental disorder, and that sense of helplessness as she neared the dark abyss caused her to almost black out. As she raised her head, she looked desperately at Xuanyuan Yun for help, but he only knew how to blink and cry.

'Save me… though it's a really eye-catching pose, my life will still be in danger from posing too long…'

Behind her, someone with a cool and refreshing aura walked up. A chilly palm held onto her, and he spoke calmly, ”You must be tired, let's go.”

The palm was steady and strong, and a slightly cold inner energy emerged. It traveled through her veins and slowly appeased the heat and chaos in her body. As her own ruthless and tyrannical inner energy calmed down like a stream returning to the ocean, she realized that she could move.

She had survived.

Meng Fuyao let out a deep breath and was so grateful that her eyes were teary. Turning back, she muttered, ”Yun Hen…”

At such a crucial moment, though he sat far away, he could see the precarious state she was in!

This transfer of inner energy really came at the right moment, helping her to pass through the most difficult stage after she had forcefully upgraded her skills. If he had not done so, Meng Fuyao could very well be a winner who died on stage, and appeared on the headlines as ”someone who was overly excited, and died as a result”.

Meanwhile, Yun Hen just faintly smiled at her, and the sparks in his eyes shone radiantly like a sparkling galaxy. In his expression, there was joy because of her victory, and relief because she had managed to accomplish a breakthrough in her skills.

He was the type of man who would reside in high mountains and listen to the flow of the river as he laid down peacefully. A resilient man whose whereabouts could not be traced.

As he held her hand, he slowly walked down from the right side of the stage.

”Hold on to me,” he said.

”If misfortune is on the left, I'll bring you towards the right.”

In the next few days, Meng Fuyao was undoubtedly the most famous character in Pandu. Everyone was discussing how she was the unexpected black horse who beat the strongest Xuanyuan Yun and froze on the stage in delight after her victory. Even the guinea pig heard about this rumor when he went shopping with Tiecheng, and when he came back, he would clutch his stomach and roar with laughter. Luckily, no one understood his language, and even Meng Fuyao just foolishly laughed along with him. This made the guinea pig even happier, and he decided to report this back to his master.

After a few days of rest, the black horse had not fully recuperated, but she was forced to go to the stage of the last round, which would be held at the palace. When the three of them arrived, there were not many bystanders, but an entire round of folding screen was set up. Behind those translucent screens, there were the sounds of clattering beads and ornaments, and a slightly aromatic scent wafted in the air - crowds of countless beauties were lined up. There were even the pleasant voices of the beauties.

”He's coming, he's coming.”

”Quick, take a look!”

”Don't squeeze me -”

”Ouch, you stepped on my feet…”

When Meng Fuyao walked in, there was a commotion among the beautiful ladies. They looked neatly in a single direction, and some even ignored their status, boldly standing up and screaming with their faces covered by their fans.

Meng Fuyao was so happy, thinking that she had finally shot to fame. As she walked in big strides across the palace, she grinned from ear to ear and waved her hands at her admirers.

The ”admirers” took a look at her and neatly turned their heads away.

As Meng Fuyao stood dumbfoundedly, there was a loud call. ”The Emperor has arrived-”

A stream of people walked out from the inner palace, and one could sense a magnificent entourage and powerful aura.

When Meng Fuyao heard the announcement, she immediately looked away. She had suddenly thought of a very serious problem - she had to bow to Zhan Nancheng? How depressing…

Meng Fuyao shook her tiny head in frustration, pondering over what methods she should use to skip the ritual… She sprained her back? Fractured her hand? Injured her spine?

Out of the corner of her eyes, she vaguely saw that those people had sat according to their positions and had even politely let the other parties sit first.

'Disgrace to the true gentlemen!' she thought.

Then, she heard another wave of commotion behind the folding screen. The ladies were stepping on each other's skirts, tripping over each other's socks and panting amongst the mess.

Seeing such a sight, Meng Fuyao felt even more angered. 'Sh*t, there's still a bunch of obsessed women!'