Meanwhile, high above the clouds—
Mo Yu stood upon his flying sword with Chu Yuli infront of him.
The wind roared past their ears.
Chu Yuli clung tightly to his waist.
So tightly that her knuckles had turned white.
It felt as though she might tear a piece of flesh from him at any moment.
Mo Yu glanced at her helplessly.
"You're holding on too tightly."
"It's affecting my ability to control the sword."
Chu Yuli remained silent.
Instead, she buried her face deeper into his chest.
Her delicate body trembled slightly.
She didn't dare look down.
Nor did she dare speak.
They were too high.
Far too high.
---
[To teach your disciple the importance of hierarchy and respect, you deliberately took her on a high-speed flight despite knowing she had never flown before.]
[As a result, she has developed a fear of heights.]
[Suppression of the Daughter of Luck successful.]
[Villain Points +200]
---
Mo Yu stared blankly at the notification.
A fear of heights?
So that was the issue.
But he had only been flying at the speed of an ordinary Core Formation cultivator.
This speed was practically crawling.
Compared to the speeds he usually traveled at, it was no different from a turtle taking a leisurely stroll.
And yet...
It had frightened Chu Yuli into developing a fear of heights.
Sure enough.
Human joy and sorrow were not shared.
Back then, when his cheap Tribulation Transcendence Stage master had dragged him across half the continent on a flying treasure, he had been so excited he nearly screamed with joy.
Shaking his head, Mo Yu lightly patted Chu Yuli's head.
"We've arrived."
Only after hearing those words did Chu Yuli cautiously loosen her grip.
She slowly raised her head.
The scene before her instantly made her face turn pale.
Below stood a small sect.
Corpses littered the ground.
Some wore expressions of extreme terror.
Their eyes remained wide open, as though they had witnessed something unimaginably horrifying before death claimed them.
The smell of blood filled the air.
Dense ghostly Yin Qi drifted through the surroundings.
Chu Yuli's stomach churned violently.
Her face turned deathly white.
She barely managed to suppress the urge to vomit.
Mo Yu frowned.
His gaze swept across the scene.
"Evil cultivators?"
Only evil cultivators would employ methods this cruel and sinister.
His Divine Sense expanded instantly.
Like an invisible tide, it swept across the entire area.
Soon, he detected a familiar trace of evil energy.
Its source was located at the entrance of the main hall.
Mo Yu looked over.
A man dressed in black robes stood there.
His face was gaunt and sinister.
Long, narrow eyes gleamed with a cold and vicious light.
A dense aura of Yin energy surrounded him.
The man was none other than Qin Shou.
The moment Qin Shou appeared, his gaze immediately locked onto Chu Yuli.
When he saw her true face, a trace of astonishment flashed across his eyes.
What a stunning beauty.
A face capable of toppling kingdoms.
A beauty that could bring disaster upon all living beings.
However, the astonishment quickly faded.
It was replaced by overwhelming killing intent.
Chu Yuli.
Even though he had only seen her true appearance once in his previous life, that face had been etched deeply into his memory.
A cruel smile spread across his face.
"What a coincidence."
"You've delivered yourself right to my doorstep."
"That saves me the trouble of searching for you."
As he spoke, Qin Shou stepped forward.
His feet touched nothing but empty air.
Yet he walked as though traversing solid ground.
Step by step, he approached the two.
He didn't spare Mo Yu a second glance.
After all, what kind of expert could possibly exist in this backwater wasteland?
Seeing Qin Shou walking through the air, Chu Yuli instinctively took half a step forward.
She positioned herself in front of Mo Yu.
Her face grew tense.
Walking through the air.
That was the symbol of a Golden Core cultivator.
A true expert.
Meanwhile, Mo Yu's Divine Sense swept across Qin Shou.
Every detail was instantly laid bare before him.
Golden Core Stage.
Fifth Layer.
A complete weakling.
The System interface appeared before his eyes.
---
[Name: Qin Shou]
[Luck: Green]
[Profile: A minor villain with little value. The only noteworthy thing about him is that he has glimpsed a fragment of the future.]
---
Mo Yu blinked.
Then he blinked again.
A fragment of the future?
Now that...
...was actually interesting.
Seeing the Future?
Seeing the future?
What future?
Mo Yu's gaze lingered on Qin Shou.
From the moment he appeared, his attention had been entirely fixed on Chu Yuli.
A vague suspicion formed in Mo Yu's mind.
As for the truth, he would learn it soon enough.
After all, there was no shortage of ways to make someone talk.
Besides...
Evil cultivators deserved to be killed by all.
Among all types of cultivators, the ones Mo Yu hated most were evil cultivators.
---
Qin Shou hovered in midair, his gaze predatory and unrestrained.
A wicked smile spread across his face.
His eyes swept greedily over Chu Yuli.
"I have to admit, you're truly beauti—"
Before he could finish speaking—
Mo Yu moved.
There were no flashy techniques.
No spirit treasures.
No grand display of power.
He merely raised his right hand.
Boom!
Spiritual Qi erupted from his body like a tidal wave.
A colossal palm formed in the sky.
It blotted out the sun.
Its aura was vast and overwhelming, as though it could grasp heaven and earth within its fingers.
The giant palm descended.
Bang!
A thunderous explosion shook the surroundings.
The enormous hand closed around Qin Shou with lightning speed.
Before he could even react, he found himself imprisoned in midair.
Unable to move.
Unable to resist.
The savage smile on his face froze instantly.
It was replaced by pure terror.
How is this possible?!
Qin Shou frantically circulated his spiritual power.
He struggled desperately.
But the more he struggled, the more despair filled his heart.
The force imprisoning him was as vast as an endless abyss.
As heavy as an ancient mountain.
His spiritual power couldn't shake it in the slightest.
The pressure alone made it difficult for him to breathe.
His bones creaked.
His internal organs felt as though they were about to burst apart.
Terrified, he raised his head and looked toward Mo Yu.
Only then did he realize something horrifying.
He couldn't see through Mo Yu's cultivation at all.
Not even a little.
Damn it!
How could such an expert exist in this backwater wasteland?
---
Mo Yu stepped off his flying sword and landed lightly on the ground.
His expression remained calm.
"Why did you attack my disciple?"
Qin Shou's eyes widened.
"Disciple?"
"How is that possible?!"
His voice was full of disbelief.
"She has a master?"
In his previous life, Chu Yuli had been a wandering rogue cultivator.
Forget a master.
She barely even had friends.
Everything should have been different.
Everything.