Chapter 1161: I am Lu Yang

Yang Kongdong had finally, after immense effort, restored his soul. However, the moment he heard Leng Ningxiang’s voice, his joyous mood instantly vanished. On that day, Leng Ningxiang had been the first to strike, aiming for his neck, her voice suddenly echoing in his ear. He had dodged just in time, saving his head, but Leng Ningxiang still managed to sever his left arm. Before he could even ask why, his other concubines had appeared one after another and dismembered him.

"Where are you?!"

"Yang Lang, I'm inside your body."

Leng Ningxiang's voice resurfaced. From his recently reattached left arm, a cloud of icy mist drifted out, gradually condensing into a cool, beautiful woman dressed in dark night attire.

"Leng... Leng Ningxiang..."

"Yang Lang, you didn't used to call me that," the cool beauty said, her voice dropping, creating a surprising contrast that made one instinctively want to comfort her.

Yang Kongdong steeled himself, not daring to meet Leng Ningxiang’s gaze. He called out her pet name, "Xiang'er," in the gentlest voice he could muster.

"Why aren't you looking at me?"

Yang Kongdong’s scalp tingled. He reluctantly looked up into Leng Ningxiang’s eyes and, once more, gently called out, "Xiang'er."

Leng Ningxiang offered a faint smile, stroking Yang Kongdong's face. It was his voice, his very gentleness, that had caused her to fail in her repeated assassination attempts against him. It was his kindness that had shown her not everyone in the world was driven solely by profit, and that true affection did exist.

"Yang Lang, why are you so exceptional?"

But why do so many people like you?

"Yang Lang, why were you thinking of other sisters when we were on a date?"

Why did you never refuse the affections of other sisters?

"Yang Lang, which of your sisters do you like the most?"

Couldn't you just like me, and only me?

"Yang Lang, will you stay with me forever?"

Will you stay with me forever?

Leng Ningxiang’s cool eyes turned blood-red like the setting sun. She stared intently at Yang Kongdong, her slender, jade-like hand gently stroking his left arm. This time, no other sisters would disturb them!

Mu Baiyi and the others seized the chance to recover from their injuries, looking for an opportunity to strike. However, just then, Leng Ningxiang turned and cast a cold glance at the three of them, terrifying them into immobility. They had a strong premonition that if they dared to lay a hand on Yang Kongdong, Leng Ningxiang would assassinate them. The might of an ancient assassin was fully revealed at that moment!

"Don't appear anymore!" Yang Kongdong declared, sweeping a palm wrapped in spiritual energy, which dispersed Leng Ningxiang. He realized that the Leng Ningxiang before him was merely an obsession, not a genuine threat. It made sense; Leng Ningxiang didn't know he was still alive, so it was impossible for her to have been hiding in the ice casket, waiting for him all this time. What he had just seen was simply Leng Ningxiang's deep obsession with him, so profound that she had clutched the ice casket even in death, her lingering will attaching to it.

A chill blew across the back of Yang Kongdong's neck. "Yang Lang, why are you treating me this way?"

Yang Kongdong whipped his head around, startled to see it was still Leng Ningxiang! Immediately afterward, Leng Ningxiang vanished. Yang Kongdong extended his spiritual consciousness to search, but found nothing; it was as if the encounter had been an illusion.

"Yang Lang, are you looking for me?"

Yang Kongdong’s forehead was beaded with sweat. Even when Leng Ningxiang spoke, he couldn't pinpoint her location. Not even his left arm, the most likely place, showed any trace of her! He took two deep breaths and said in the gentlest tone he could manage, "Xiang'er, you know that among all the sisters, you are my favorite. I promise to be with you."

"Really, Yang Lang?" Leng Ningxiang's tone brightened, rising by two full degrees.

"Of course it's true. When have I ever lied to Xiang'er?"

"But Xiang'er, since we're together now, there shouldn't be any secrets between us, should there?"

"That's right."

"Then tell me, where exactly are you hiding?"

A wisp of mist emerged from his left arm, and Leng Ningxiang appeared. "Yang Lang, I've actually been inside your left arm all along. It's just that your Killing Heart Sutra isn't fully cultivated, so you couldn't perceive me."

"Then can you come out of my arm? In exchange, I'll tell you a secret."

"Of course." Hearing Yang Kongdong’s words, Leng Ningxiang unhesitatingly emerged from his left arm, appearing openly before him.

Leng Ningxiang was dressed in a tight black night suit. Her hair was styled simply in a high ponytail, without any elaborate adornments, accentuating her curvaceous figure. Her expression was normally ice-cold, only softening to reveal a more feminine side when she was with Yang Kongdong.

Yang Kongdong struck decisively, his fingers closing tightly around Leng Ningxiang's neck. Yang Kongdong knew this manifestation of Leng Ningxiang would not deceive him; it was her entire lingering obsession.

"Yang... Yang Lang..." Leng Ningxiang stammered, feeling Yang Kongdong’s grip on her neck tighten. She panicked, unable to comprehend what she had done wrong or why Yang Lang was treating her this way.

"You haven't told Xiang'er your secret yet."

"My secret is, you crazy woman, you are the one I hate the most!"

Yang Kongdong squeezed tightly, crushing Leng Ningxiang's lingering obsession. The annoying voice vanished, and his left arm finally truly belonged to him. Yang Kongdong felt an immense sense of relief and satisfaction.

"Uninterrupted Hell — Boundless Avici!"

"Blazing Sun Suppressing Moon!"

"Burning Character Art!"

The three Tribulation Stage cultivators attacked simultaneously. They had been accumulating their ultimate techniques while Yang Kongdong was preoccupied with Leng Ningxiang, and now they unleashed their most powerful moves.

"Kongdong Seal!"

This was his unique technique, developed after achieving mastery in his cultivation, by gathering his harem! He had originally intended to use these three to find Leng Ningxiang’s legacy and make her disappear from the world forever. But now that her obsession was gone, there was no need to hold back!

As the Kongdong Seal emerged, the world lost its color. Chaos erupted, runes surged forth, powerfully suppressing the three cultivators! Their ultimate techniques were shattered by the Kongdong Seal. The three cultivators coughed up blood incessantly and crashed to the ground.

"And all of you..."

Yang Kongdong’s expression turned ruthless. The people of Muxue City knew his identity and had witnessed his disgrace; none of them could be left alive!

"Plum-Folding Immortal Palm."

The void rumbled as if several true dragons were roaring. The Plum-Folding Immortal Palm’s attack covered the entire Muxue City with its immense range! Not even activating Muxue City’s protective formation could withstand this palm strike!

Old Master Murong stared at the incredibly terrifying palm strike, collapsing onto the ground in fear. In his despair, he continuously mumbled, "It's over, it's over."

Just as the Plum-Folding Immortal Palm was about to land,

"Heaven-Shaker!"

A deep voice echoed through the sky. The two words, "Heaven-Shaker," carried immense weight, as a fist collided with the Plum-Folding Immortal Palm, forcefully neutralizing the attack!

*Whoosh*, a sword flew in from the west, leaving a faint afterimage as it passed. Yang Kongdong touched his face, astonished to find it had been sliced open! This was the first time he had sustained an injury in battle!

"Who's there? Show yourself!"

No one responded.

Old Master Murong stared blankly at the two figures standing shoulder-to-shoulder before them, his expression one of utter disbelief. He was the closest, and saw most clearly that these two individuals had blocked an immortal palm strike capable of obliterating the city.

"Little Lu, Little Meng, who exactly are you two?"

Lu Yang turned back and offered a brilliant smile.

"Old Master, didn't I tell you? I'm Lu Yang."