Using her hand, she gently caressed her own belly.
On Fang Meiyun's face appeared a slight smile full of tenderness.
As the leader of the Maiden Sect, she knew too many things.
A great sect with more than ten thousand years of history, the number of mystical techniques and arts they possessed was astonishing.
Her talent for cultivation was not the best, but her understanding of training in mystical techniques was considered a prodigy that appeared once in a thousand years in the Maiden Sect.
The mystical technique she had just used came from a demonic sect that the Maiden Sect had destroyed.
She only needed to obtain the objects two people used to represent their love destiny, and then use her flesh, blood, and soul as sacrifice.
That way, she could become pregnant with the child of those two.
However, the original intention of this technique was for the woman to take revenge on those ungrateful men.
Therefore, the child born from them would be an opposite Xiao Junle.
Its existence would be to take revenge on Xiao Junle, becoming the sharpest sword in Fang Meiyun's hands.
If she didn't,
how could Fang Meiyun catch up to Xiao Junle, already powerful in the Integration Realm, to take revenge on him and keep him close?
"Grow fast, I'll take you to see your father, the three of us will be together."
Fang Meiyun extended her hand to stroke her swollen belly.
The fetus inside had already formed and was beginning to devour her flesh and blood.
This pain was nothing to her.
Now in her heart there were only two things.
Her beloved and the Great Way.
After completing her task, Fang Meiyun left the temple and walked slowly through this endless peach forest, while scenes of youth with Junle in this place appeared in her mind.
But as she thought, suddenly her face filled with sadness.
She remembered Meng Zihao.
That person, more in love with her than Junle.
Even willing to lose his dignity to please her.
Although she mistreated him, spat on him, and hit him, he always accepted it gladly.
Every time she recalled those burning and sincere eyes, Fang Meiyun couldn't help but wonder to herself.
Would it have been better to give up Junle and choose him?
"In this life I belong to Junle, I cannot change that."
"If there is a next life, I wish not to be separated from you."
Fang Meiyun whispered, stood on tiptoes, and smelled a peach blossom blooming passionately.
The peach scent was intoxicating.
Like that year when, hand in hand, they walked here; he plucked a peach branch to put in her hair like a pin, jokingly saying: "The daughter is getting married, it's a good omen for the family."
"On this very day last year, in front of this gate,
the human face and the peach reflected red."
"The human face I no longer know where it is,
but the peach blossoms still smile with the spring breeze."
While Fang Meiyun recalled the past, a middle-aged priest dressed in a pink robe held a feather duster and recited a poem.
Reciting that poem here was very appropriate.
Fang Meiyun, interrupted in her memories, looked coldly at that man. If Junle were here reciting that poem and embraced her for a passionate kiss, she would undoubtedly reciprocate.
But seeing this middle-aged priest with thieving eyebrows and a goatee, and that, being a priest, he wore a pink robe,
that behavior, to Fang Meiyun who hated all men in the world, was simply detestable.
"Miss, why pretend to be so fierce? Meeting is already fate.
This poor priest is an expert in deductions, everything in the world has a meaning.
No matter how you see me, you and I are already bound by fate, and that fate is meaningful."
The priest in the pink robe laughed heartily.
Hearing the slightly lewd laugh of the other, Fang Meiyun's face grew even colder.
This man has asked for death!
A small cultivator in the intermediate stage of the Golden Core Realm, dares to be cheeky in front of her?
"I forgot to ask your name, miss. My name is Wang Shaoyang, my title is Ji Bochang."
Wang Shaoyang looked at Fang Meiyun smiling, but his gaze fell on Fang Meiyun's bracelet.
He has a mystical technique that can evaluate the level of magical treasures.
In the other's hand, that bracelet, which looks ordinary and plain, is actually an extremely valuable ancient treasure.
"Title Ji Bochang? I also know how to read fortunes, just by seeing your name I know you won't live long."
Fang Meiyun let out a cold smile, with a murderous aura without any attempt to hide it.
"Miss, why so much hostility? As the saying goes, beauty lies in the bones, not in the skin. Surely you pretend to be ugly on purpose, your true face must be extremely beautiful."
"A woman so beautiful shouldn't show a face full of hatred. What do you think, miss?"
Wang Shaoyang smiled more and more lasciviously, and slowly approached Fang Meiyun.
After taking twenty steps and one more, he suddenly stopped and looked at her smiling without saying a word.
"Was it you who placed the Sevenfold Cursed Peach Treasure in this peach forest? And then activated the Seven Stars of Heaven Step technique to trap me?"
Fang Meiyun let out a cold laugh and took a step forward.
"Enter the trap? Does a insignificant man like you really think you can be a rival to me, Fang Meiyun?"
Upon taking that step, heaven and earth inverted, the ground became the sky and above her head was the peach forest.
Countless peach blossoms flew in the air, hiding a lethal and cold assassin.
Fang Meiyun extended her hand, and at her fingertips bloomed a peach blossom.
When the flower blossomed, blood started flowing from the center of the petal, and quickly more peach blossoms began sprouting all over Fang Meiyun's body.
She grabbed one of those flowers and tore it off, taking a large piece of bleeding skin and flesh as well.
She looked at the wound expressionlessly and repeated the motion.
However, every flower she tore off soon grew back another in its place.
Each peach blossom grew fed by Fang Meiyun's life energy and true essence.
To stop the growth of these flowers, only by breaking the formation in this place remained.
Otherwise, only death awaited her.
Wang Shaoyang, located in the eye of the formation, saw Fang Meiyun continually tearing the flowers from her body and couldn't help but show a lascivious smile.
After all, she was a woman at the initial stage of the Golden Core Realm.
At that level, it was not difficult to use a bit of technique or a magical treasure to change her figure and appearance.
But she was so ugly.
A woman who does not love beauty?
That abnormal behavior was nothing but trying to hide her beauty to avoid trouble.
That little trick could not fool him, Wang Shaoyang.
"I want to see how long you can hold on."
Wang Shaoyang laughed maliciously. While she resisted to the limit,
he would not only take her magical treasure but also force her to show her true beautiful face and seductive figure.
And then, he would enjoy it immensely!
After the time of burning an incense stick passed,
Fang Meiyun in the formation finally fell into a pool of blood.
Seeing that she could not break his formation with all her effort,
Wang Shaoyang felt a strange satisfaction in his heart.
Fight?
Resist?
What's the use?
Wasn't she going to become his woman anyway?
Confirming that she no longer had means to resist,
Wang Shaoyang burst out laughing and deactivated the formation as he approached.
He used to cultivate in this peach forest, it was not the first time he did this.
Especially setting traps and formations to catch these beauties.
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