"Yan'er."
Ye Kunlun softly called out to Mo Ziyan, wanting to fully awaken her consciousness.
But after only letting out a cry, Mo Ziyan vaguely drifted back into unconsciousness.
At this very moment, Xu Zhenzi was ready. Mysterious energies surged from all directions, enveloping Ye Kunlun.
Ye Kunlun tightened his grip on Mo Ziyan, raising his head to stare indifferently at the distant Xu Zhenzi, who wished him dead.
The next second, Xu Zhenzi vanished.
The instant Xu Zhenzi disappeared, a lightning bolt as thick as an arm struck towards Ye Kunlun's location.
Ye Kunlun dodged the attack. Just as he stabilized himself, the second attack arrived!
Simultaneously, a terrifying sword energy materialized from the void, aiming for Ye Kunlun's dantian.
Ye Kunlun let out a cold snort, his voice solidifying into a sword, directly shattering the formidable sword energy.
Following that, more sword energies assaulted Ye Kunlun.
The formation Xu Zhenzi had set up was the most potent offensive formation Ye Kunlun had encountered since descending the mountain!
Xu Zhenzi was indeed a Celestial Master of the Qintian Tower!
If others had faced Xu Zhenzi, they likely would have been killed before he could even set up his formation!
Facing the terrifying sword energies and killing intent, Ye Kunlun moved with practiced ease within the formation, searching for its flaws!
After a few breaths, Ye Kunlun had already discerned the formation beneath him.
"I don't have time to play with you!"
Ye Kunlun sneered and flickered to the Li Gate.
Whoosh—
As soon as Ye Kunlun stepped onto the Li Gate, terrifying purple flames engulfed him.
However, the purple flames seemed to inflict no damage on Ye Kunlun.
"Break for me!"
Ye Kunlun lifted a foot and stomped down fiercely.
Boom—
As the force from his foot was unleashed, the surrounding scenery instantly distorted.
The next second, the formation was shattered by Ye Kunlun.
Xu Zhenzi stumbled back several paces, staring at Ye Kunlun with utter shock.
The formation he had just deployed was one of Qintian Tower's top-tier formations, and there were very few people in the world who could break it so easily.
He never expected Ye Kunlun to shatter one of Qintian Tower's proudest formations in mere breaths!
For a moment, Xu Zhenzi was filled with curiosity about Ye Kunlun's origins.
However, he was currently no match for Ye Kunlun, and any further delay might cost him his life.
Xu Zhenzi shot Ye Kunlun a fierce glare and, without the slightest hesitation, vanished and fled!
As long as the green hills remain, there will be wood to burn. Qintian Tower remembered this debt.
Ye Kunlun did not pursue.
The Zhou family's ancestral worship ceremony would begin the next day, and he had other uses for Xu Zhenzi.
As for Qintian Tower, Ye Kunlun did not take them seriously at all.
When he was in Kunlun, he clearly recalled his seventh master referring to the Qintian Tower's楼主 as a 'milksop'.
Since his seventh master called the楼主 of Qintian Tower a 'milksop', then in Ye Kunlun's eyes, that person was naturally not a formidable figure.
Carrying Mo Ziyan, Ye Kunlun returned directly to his residence.
Mo Ziyan remained unconscious. Ye Kunlun dared not delay, placing her down gently before using the Taiyi Thirteen Needles!
The thirteen golden needles seemed to possess the power to communicate with heaven and earth, channeling mysterious energy into Mo Ziyan's body.
Ye Kunlun attached his spiritual sense to the golden needles, entering Mo Ziyan's sea of consciousness and attempting to awaken her awareness.
At this moment, Mo Ziyan's sea of consciousness was a chaotic, misty expanse.
"Yan'er, Yan'er!"
Ye Kunlun called out repeatedly.
Mo Ziyan's spiritual sense merged with the chaos. For a full hour, there was no reaction.
Just as Ye Kunlun was about to give up, a faint ripple of spiritual sense finally appeared within the chaos.
"Brother Kunlun…"
Mo Ziyan's spiritual sense responded to Ye Kunlun.
"Yan'er, wake up quickly." Ye Kunlun revealed a hint of joy. As long as Mo Ziyan's spiritual sense could suppress the chaotic consciousness, she would be able to fully awaken.
But soon, Mo Ziyan's spiritual sense vanished again.
"Get out of my consciousness!"
Mo Ziyan's icy voice echoed.
Ye Kunlun was somewhat speechless. Well, the cold and distant Mo Ziyan was back.
With no other option, Ye Kunlun temporarily withdrew from Mo Ziyan's sea of consciousness.
"I saved you!"
Looking at Mo Ziyan's cold demeanor before him, Ye Kunlun quickly explained, "Otherwise, you would have been captured by that smelly Taoist!"
Mo Ziyan knitted her delicate brows, seemingly recalling the events.
She only remembered feeling dizzy after hearing Xu Zhenzi's bell, and nothing after that.
It seemed Ye Kunlun had indeed saved her.
"Thank you!"
Mo Ziyan's brows relaxed, and she thanked Ye Kunlun.
"Never mind, I won't argue with you."
Ye Kunlun shrugged and pointed to the room where Mo Ziyan had been resting, "Staying in the mountains every day isn't a solution. You can sleep in that room for the next few days."
Mo Ziyan surveyed the room, finding it both familiar and unfamiliar. This feeling gave her a sense of closeness towards Ye Kunlun.
"Also, you're smelling a bit."
Ye Kunlun pointed at Mo Ziyan's clothes, still the same ones she had worn before.
They were now covered in dirt, and considering she had spent days in the mountains, they were beyond presentable.
Mo Ziyan frowned, lowered her head to sniff, and two faint blushes suddenly appeared on her cheeks.
Seeing this, Ye Kunlun smiled, "There are your old clothes in the room. Go take a bath and change!"
Mo Ziyan gave Ye Kunlun a glare and then retreated into the room.
However, not long after, Mo Ziyan's scream echoed from within.
Without a second thought, Ye Kunlun flashed into the room, finding Mo Ziyan in the bathroom, drenched by the shower.
Her clothes were not thick to begin with, and the shower spray caused them to cling to her body, accentuating her exquisite figure.
Mo Ziyan was flustered, looking at Ye Kunlun like a drowned rat.
Ye Kunlun couldn't help but laugh at her appearance.
"Don't laugh!" Mo Ziyan's willow brows shot up as she glared at Ye Kunlun angrily, "It's my first time using it."
"I know," Ye Kunlun stifled his smile, "This red side is for hot water, and the blue side is for cold."
Ye Kunlun pointed to the controls and explained to Mo Ziyan.
"I know, you, you go out."
Mo Ziyan felt a warmth spreading through her. The bathroom was small, and their bodies crammed together in the space felt somewhat intimate.
"Call me after you're done."
Ye Kunlun left, casually placing a bath towel and robe aside.
Only then did Mo Ziyan breathe a sigh of relief and carefully adjust the controls.
The moment hot water gushed from the showerhead, her face lit up with a joy akin to a child receiving their favorite toy.
Ye Kunlun sat on the sofa, listening to the sound of water from the bathroom, his thoughts drifting to Xu Zhenzi.
If Qintian Tower was colluding with Zhou Lie, did that mean Qintian Tower was also involved in the events of ten years ago?