Chapter 201: Golden Immortals Linked Life Ring (1/2)

“We sleep together?” Su Xing’s eyes rolled.

Su Xing and Wu Siyou gazed at each other. The atmosphere was somewhat silent. Gongsun Huang emerged from the Star Nest and sat on Su Xing’s shoulders. Her body did not have any weight, and her gaze at the two people staring at each other was neither saddened nor delighted. However, there was a sort of feeling that she was watching a spectacle.

“I might as well sleep on the chair, and you sleep on the bed.” Su Xing yawned. With regards to the heavens as a quilt and the earth as a mat, sleeping in a chair was a very high grade joy.

Wu Siyou agreed. She honestly did not have any reason to let a man sleep together with her. This simply was madness.

Gongsun Huang blinked and looked at Su Xing.

“Little Huang, go to the Star Nest to sleep.” Su Xing said to her.

Gongsun Huang lightly kissed Su Xing’s cheek. Like mist, her figure entered the Star Nest to concentrate fully on self-cultivation.

The cool and elegant beauty undressed on the bed. Although they were separated by a hanging screen, the curves that the cloth vaguely showed nevertheless made him stir. Just as his beastly desires were about to be unleashed, Su Xing grabbed at his hair. He seized the chance to practice the Absolute Sincerity Soul Technique, for the Wu Siyou on the bed was not undressing at all. Rather, she had pulled her clothes tighter and crouched, leaned against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest, her two legs twisting.1 As far as Wu Siyou was concerned, sleeping in the same room as a man for the night was more inconceivable than signing a contract. Although she had the hanging screen as a partition, she still felt a sort of unprecedented odd unease.

There was nothing ambiguous, only a moonlight calm as still waters passing through the windows and pouring out, covering the floor in white.

He did not know how long had passed, but Su Xing opened his eyes, glanced at the bed and suddenly stepped several paces towards the window. He had been sharp as he passed through Red Cloud Mountain. Going past several winding corridors, past several courtyards, he then came to a back mountain. Red Cloud Mountain deserved to be called a precious place. The moonlight was abundant, he was carefree and relaxed.

“Sneak, still won’t come out?” Su Xing chuckled.

A silhouette immediately walked out. The newcomer was an attractive man of sharp brows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth.

Long Aotian disdainfully smiled: “Is your nose sharp? Is this your personal strength?”

“I am a very democratic man.” Su Xing yawned: “You want to peep at my waifu, say it. It will be you castrating yourself. Or I can just take that dog life of yours.”

“You, a Galaxy Early Stage cultivator, dares to be this arrogant?” Long Aortian felt this was laughable to the extreme. His expression was even more incomparably detestable: “What qualifications does your cultivation have that you should live so happily.” This Long Aotian could not bear to see the Su Xing with a cultivation lower than his own by two levels to unexpectedly be able to have a Galaxy Late Stage beauty, “You gigolo had best leave her if you have tact!”

“I can settle you without using artifacts.” Su Xing made hooked his lips into a disdainful smile.

“Arrogance must pay the price.” Long Aotian shouted.

Su Xing scratched his head – was this guy hitting his own face?!

Long Aotian’s figure moved, and his two fists combined. Since Su Xing declared his price of not using artifacts, Long Aotian naturally would not lower his own status. In actuality, he felt Su Xing had already dug his own grave. Previously, in order to be able to comparable to a Star General, he had but cultivated close quarters martial cultivation with all his might. It was unknown how many cultivators had perished in close quarters, and it was precisely because of this that Long Aotian would be this egotistical.

With his Galaxy Late Stage Cultivation against Su Xing’s Galaxy Early Stage, Long Aotian had already planned to cut his arms and legs completely off. At the very end, he would then sever that tongue.

The moment Long Aotian acted, Su Xing could discern this guy still had some assets. However, arrogant people always had some assets – even if it was this type of asset, it was unable to withstand a single blow. Then, I’ll send you on a journey, Su Xing sneered as he charged forward.

Two figures tangled in a battle against each other on the back mountain. Although their cultivations were a little apart in comparison, these realms of cultivation were only a deceptive signboard as far as Su Xing was concerned. His Star Energy could be compared with a Supercluster Stage, and after Su Xing fought the Fiery Eyed Suan’ni, he currently worried about to what degree he could handle cultivators on his own. Now, someone had been delivered to his doorstep, so Su Xing naturally would not mind.

The first time those two fists joined, Long Aotian had been repeatedly pushed back enough that he vomited blood. Su Xing’s power could make this man feel his internal organs rupture. His face bled from its orifices, and Long Aotian thought he had seen wrong. He angrily roared, concentrating his Star Energy onto his fist. “I am going to trample you to death!” Long Aotian’s expression sunk, his pupils flashing a cold light. His arrogance had disappeared, there was only a fierce expression.

A powerful Star Energy flew out of his body and stuck tightly onto him, as if mixing into a single body. It seemed this Long Aotian had practiced an odd cultivation method.

Su Xing’s front glowed, and he remained unruffled in the face of chaos.

“Boom!!!”

“Bang!!”

The back mountain’s open space suddenly erupted with a large ball of wind pressure. Trees toppled, and sand and stones rolled, for that wind pressure was like a hurricane that spun beside them. It covered the sky and earth as it pressed towards Su Xing.

Long Aotian’s pupils were thoroughly red in the night.

Su Xing’s figure abruptly disappeared.

Long Aotian was stunned.

He had yet to return to his senses, but then he saw Su Xing’s figure was just like a phantom of of the night, rapidly descending to his front.

Long Aotian’s arms suddenly protected his front, joined tightly together. Afterwards, he spread out his arms, and the shadow was completely dissipated from his surroundings. It was just that at this time, Su Xing’s attack had arrived with a flurry of fists.

Continuous banging sounds.