"Is it?"
The woman chuckled.
Yang Tian shuddered; a sense of danger surged within him. The woman's slight smile blossomed like a cold flower, and his instincts warned him of peril!
Almost in the next second, the woman moved.
Whoosh!
A roaring blast sounded, and the woman instantly appeared before Yang Tian, lifting her hand to deliver a heavy blow to his chest.
"This..."
Yang Tian's face darkened.
He looked at the woman and saw a cold and unfamiliar face.
He wanted to say something, but a vast Spiritual Breath erupted, sending him flying back, crashing heavily onto the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood. The powerful Spiritual Breath reverberated within him, and with such a blow, he fainted immediately.
Before losing consciousness, all he could think of was the woman's cold face.
In the past, that face was full of smiles.
But now, it was so cold, so unfamiliar.
Yang Tian plummeted from Paradise to hell in an instant.
He couldn't believe that the little fox who used to call him Yang could suddenly become so cold, delivering such a decisive and ruthless strike meant to kill him.
It was decisive.
It was merciless.
Was this still the Young Lady Yaoyao he once knew?
Yang Tian let out a bitter laugh, filled with sorrow.
A torrent of pain surged, followed by endless darkness.
He didn't know how long had passed; his consciousness finally stirred a bit. He found himself standing in a vast snowfield, with spells floating and boiling in front of him.
These spells, Yang Tian immediately recognized, were from Young Lady Yaoyao's body.
"These spells made Yaoyao so unfamiliar!"
Yang Tian clenched his fists tightly.
But as his Divine Sense moved, the spells in the sky all rushed toward him, crackling as they struck his body.
A splitting pain swept over him, and Yang Tian fainted once again.
He realized he was fainting inside a dream.
Unsure of how much time had passed, he awoke once more.
He looked around and discovered himself standing in a void, aware he was still trapped in the dream.
A burst of pain emanated from his chest. When he looked down, he saw the spells boiling on his body.
"Did Yaoyao strike me once and then these spells attached themselves to me?"
Yang Tian asked.
Just thinking of Young Lady Yaoyao, Yang Tian was pained again.
The once kind and reliant Yaoyao had now become cold, striking to take Yang Tian's life without hesitation.
Ha.
It was the first time Yang Tian had been struck by someone he trusted.
This blow might have killed him, and perhaps now he was in Western Heaven's Pure Land.
Waves of pain surged from his chest as the spells began to burn.
Yang Tian was in agony.
Yet he couldn't return to reality, still living within the dream.
This was a hellish obliteration.
He wished to die but couldn't commit suicide; he wanted to escape but couldn't find the way, left only to endure the torment of the spells within the dream.
Suddenly, a refreshing sensation swept over him.
In an instant, the spells on his body stopped, and under this wave of freshness, the spells gradually vanished.
"What is happening? Why have the spells ceased?"
Yang Tian's eyes glimmered with confusion.
"Yang..."
Just then, a distant voice drifted over, startling Yang Tian. He looked up and saw Young Lady Yaoyao.
"Yaoyao..."
Yang Tian's mouth felt bitter.
He didn't expect to see Young Lady Yaoyao so soon again, but thinking of her cold face, his heart ached again.
"Yang, are you alright?"
Young Lady Yaoyao's figure floated ahead like a shadow.
"I'm fine..." Yang Tian replied bitterly, "Luckily, I didn't die from your blow..."
"Yang, I'm sorry..."
Young Lady Yaoyao suddenly apologized softly.
This startled Yang Tian: Sorry? Could it be that this wasn't Yaoyao's true intention?
He looked up at Young Lady Yaoyao, but found her expression suddenly changed, coldly saying, "But I'm telling you, don't cling to me anymore. I'm not Yaoyao; you, a weak cultivator, are not qualified to follow me. If I find you hindering me again, I'll make you wish for death!"
Yang Tian trembled, his face instantly turning infinitely bitter and lonely.
He clenched his fists tightly.
Inside, he couldn't tell if it was pain, anger, or perhaps both.
What pained him was the change in the familiar Young Lady Yaoyao.
His anger was, in all this, owed to Young Lady Yaoyao.
"Hmph."
Young Lady Yaoyao snorted coldly, her figure flashed, and she disappeared.
At this moment, the surroundings changed, no longer void but a blue sky. Yang Tian found himself back in the forest where Young Lady Yaoyao struck him down.
Yet he felt something was off.
Why was he lying in a coffin?
He sat up and quickly realized he was naked.
On his chest, there was an injury, but no trace of the spells, leaving Yang Tian more puzzled. Suddenly, he sensed someone lying beside him, quickly turned his head, and saw a peerless beauty!
However, the beauty's clothes had been torn off, exposing her wholly intact body.
A delicate face, alabaster neck, beautiful collarbone, voluptuous chest, slender waist, long legs...
This peerless beauty had been lying for who knows how long, yet her skin, appearance, and figure remained impeccable, inviting base desires.
But Yang Tian knew that this peerless beauty was a terrifying existence before death.
Very likely, Young Lady Yaoyao's body was possessed by the beauty's soul.
Thinking of Young Lady Yaoyao, Yang Tian once more felt bitter; he let out a bitter laugh, his spirit extremely desolate.
After a long time, Yang Tian finally stood up, looked around, finding the familiar forest, but Young Lady Yaoyao was gone. Accompanying him was the beauty in the coffin.
Memories of Young Lady Yaoyao's blow to his chest lingered in his mind; Yang Tian's heart felt bitter, but he asked himself, "With such a heavy blow, I should have died. Why am I still alive?"
Thinking of this, Yang Tian couldn't help but look at the beauty in the coffin.
Seeing the beauty's body, with the hastily torn-off clothes and pale flesh still marked with finger scratches, suddenly, Yang Tian realized, "In the dream, that refreshing sensation stopped the spells on my body. Could it be that I had crudely interacted with this beauty, thus surviving?"