A duck-billed cap, a grimy shirt and trousers, leather shoes stained with mud.
Qin Ye Xuan had never been so disheveled.
Su Bing Yan was still wearing the hotel's large pajamas, the hem also covered in yellow mud.
The two of them traveled out of the city, most of the time Qin Ye Xuan carrying her and running.
As for why, Su Bing Yan still didn't understand.
She only knew that her brother-in-law had fought a monster, and she had been poisoned.
Opposite them, the grass rustled, and twelve figures in black clothes and black masks appeared.
Their movements were stiff, and they walked like zombies.
In the air, a drone appeared, bearing the emblem of the Northern Region War Department.
It was a combat drone that had been following them, secretly protecting Qin Ye Xuan.
Then, a black-clothed zombie suddenly leaped up, a long saber flashing in its hand. The saber energy carried a phantasmal aura, and it cleaved the diving drone in mid-air with a single strike.
The twelve assassins from the Demonic Cult completely erased Qin Ye Xuan's last trace. Then they stood there motionlessly.
Qin Ye Xuan frowned.
Su Bing Yan leaned against him, trembling, "Brother-in-law, what, what is going on?"
The assassins opposite showed no intention of attacking; instead, it felt like they were escorting them away.
Qin Ye Xuan's eyes flashed, "Hmph, so vicious. The Demonic Cult doesn't want to kill me, but to force us to leave civilized areas. This way, I will have to... have to use that method to detoxify and heal you."
Su Bing Yan did not understand.
Qin Ye Xuan, however, understood the Demonic Cult's vicious scheme.
And it was a scheme that couldn't be solved even if he knew about it.
"The planner behind this understands me perfectly. Secondly, the plan is meticulous and foolproof."
Thinking of this, Qin Ye Xuan felt a strange excitement.
It had been so long since he had encountered an enemy that made him take things seriously.
He turned, picked up Bing Yan, and, treading on the water, headed straight for the isolated island.
A day and a night later, on the isolated island, a simple wooden house was erected.
A bonfire was lit.
Qin Ye Xuan held Bing Yan and slowly massaged her.
In a few plastic bottles collected from the sea, was fresh water that Qin Ye Xuan had dug up from the ground.
Not far away, in a stone pit, heated stones and newly poured spring water had turned into a natural hot spring.
Su Bing Yan felt uncomfortable. The strange poison made her feel an embarrassing urge.
Especially with the man she had secretly loved for three years by her side!
She desperately suppressed the desires in her heart.
In fact, Su Bing Yan had too many things she wanted to ask, and her biggest worry was Xue Qing, who had suddenly turned into a monster.
"Brother-in-law, I know you don't want to explain to me, but at least let me know, who exactly are the enemies, and can Xue Qing turn back into my cute sister?"
Qin Ye Xuan was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "It's the Demonic Cult!"
"Does the Demonic Cult really exist in this world? I thought it was just a legend."
Qin Ye Xuan thought for a while and gave a wry smile, "The Demonic Cult I knew before was actually just a bunch of desperadoes, with crude methods and ridiculously weak strength. Several so-called Demon Kings, and their Heavenly Demons and Rakshasas, could be easily wiped out by a single squad from the War Department."
He shook his head, "But the Demonic Cult I encountered today is not only terrifyingly powerful, but their strategic methods are also astonishing. They at least have a complete intelligence network, and they have formed an alliance with the hermit clans."
Especially the method of controlling Su Xue Qing and Shen Bing Mei was a masterful soul-borrowing technique.
It had been lost for five hundred years in the Demonic Cult.
Su Bing Yan slowly fell asleep, but the poison in her body had already begun to spread.
Qin Ye Xuan had to make a final decision.
Dual Cultivation!
To detoxify!
He had to pass his Golden Core to Bing Yan, and they had to have marital relations.
He sighed deeply, lay by the bonfire, and looked at the starry sky, a series of ancient memories surfacing in his mind.
Five hundred years ago, the leader of the Demonic Cult was Zhu Tian Qi. He was of royal blood and led the Demonic Cult to conquer the world. He recompiled all the lost techniques of the Demonic Cult and mastered them all, becoming the greatest person in the world!
But few people knew that the original Zhu Tian Qi was just a frail and sickly prince of the royal family.
Qin Ye Xuan saw the figure from his memory before his eyes.
That thin and handsome young man.
The young man lay on the bed, his eyes full of expectation, "Big Brother, can you really cure my illness?"
He wore a golden crown, but was extremely weak.
He was a member of the Zhu family of the Great Ming Dynasty, enfeoffed as king in the Northern Region.
Although there was no record of him in history books, Qin Ye Xuan remembered him now, finding him so familiar and kind.
"Tian Qi, I will not only cure your illness, but I will also help you cultivate martial arts." Su Dan Novel Network
"Brother Qin, you are too good to me. In this life, I will forever be your brother, and you will forever be my elder brother."
The three hundred and sixty techniques of the Demonic Cult were compiled by a pair of sworn brothers in the prince's mansion in the Northern Region...
But the subsequent development completely spiraled out of control.
Qin Ye Xuan's memories began to become chaotic.
In his memory, the young man became increasingly strange, practicing more and more techniques, until he was neither male nor female, and even his beard began to fall out.
He increasingly liked to wear women's clothing, with phoenix coronets and red skirts, drinking wine and letting out clear laughter.
The cinnabar mole on his lips and the red mark between his brows gave him a feminine charm.
The memory changed again.
A mountain cliff shrouded in clouds, with mist rising.
Zhu Tian Qi clutched his injured shoulder and looked at him tragically, "Big Brother, I will not attack you. If you want to kill me, do it. I owe you this life in this life, but if there is a next life, I will rule the earth and lead the Demonic Cult to unite the world."
Bang!
The young man, who had completely transformed into a woman, fell off the cliff...
Qin Ye Xuan opened his eyes, his forehead covered in sweat.
He rubbed his head, "I can't remember the details, I really can't recall the details. Did those things really happen? Why didn't I smash his head back then? Why did I have to push him off the cliff?"
If Zhu Tian Qi had not died and had awakened again, with his five hundred years of cultivation, he would have become a Demon King!
"Could the old friend who plotted against me in Hong Kong be him?"
Qin Ye Xuan wrote the name "Zhu Tian Qi" on the ground, but could not recall any more.
"Brother-in-law..." Su Bing Yan's weak voice came.
Her face was deathly pale, and she was covered in cold sweat.
Qin Ye Xuan's eyes trembled, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly leaned down, kissing her lips.
Su Bing Yan's eyes widened, unsure what to do.
Even the torment of the poison in her body seemed to disappear.
From Qin Ye Xuan's mouth, a stream of true energy flowed.
She felt her whole body relax, full of vigor.
Qin Ye Xuan slowly stood up, looking at her silently, lost in thought.
"Brother-in-law, am I going to die soon?" Su Bing Yan, being sharp-witted, had understood something.
"No, I won't let you die. Even with the Heavenly Mechanism Heartbreak Powder of the Demonic Cult, I have a way."
"What way?" Su Bing Yan asked, her voice trembling.
Qin Ye Xuan stroked her hair, and after a long pause, said, "On this island, from now on, don't call me brother-in-law. Forget our identities, forget everything outside, because I want you to invest your entire heart into a relationship!"
Su Bing Yan, for some reason, felt full of joy, but also a faint sense of fear.
Her heart pounded.
Qin Ye Xuan picked her up, "Golden Core inheritance requires dual cultivation. The most crucial part of dual cultivation is the connection of hearts, a spiritual telepathy that transcends any romantic love. You have to learn it slowly. Also, we must do some intimate things."
Su Bing Yan immediately understood the meaning of "dual cultivation."
Her face flushed, and her breathing became rapid and heavy.
Her fair skin was tinged with a blush.
Qin Ye Xuan, however, had clear eyes, "Relax, just think of it as a dream."
He carried Su Bing Yan, with endless tenderness, into the wooden house.
The flames suddenly leaped up, scorching hot.
The wooden house was warm, everything unspoken...