Chapter 311: A Good Man, But Not a Saint

Chapter 311: A Good Man, But Not a Saint

A Five-Star Mystic Artifact-level ancient pagoda had been battered into a bizarre shape, resembling a large vat. Cracks spiderwebbed across its walls, with white light seeping through the fissures.

"So strong?"

Nie Lanxin's power far exceeded Ning Xiaochuan's expectations.

He grabbed Nie Lanzhi and swiftly retreated, landing atop an ancient pine tree to observe from a distance.

"What’s wrong with my sister? What’s happening to her?" Nie Lanzhi was frantic, sensing something terribly amiss with her sister’s condition. If this continued, it might even endanger her life.

BOOM!

The pagoda shattered into fragments, releasing a radiant glow like a blazing sun breaking through the clouds.

Nie Lanxin emerged from the ruins, her two-meter-long cyan hair swaying in the light. Her aura was overwhelmingly demonic, and a pair of Holy Light Wings sprouted from her back as she launched a palm strike toward Ning Xiaochuan’s head.

Ning Xiaochuan stood motionless atop the pine tree. Dark clouds churned above him, crackling with lightning, and an oppressive force emanated from within.

RUMBLE— A lead-black monument—the Annihilation Divine Monument—emerged from the storm, massive chains stretching across the sky with a deafening metallic roar.

The entire forest grew suffocating, and all Mystic Beasts trembled in terror as if the apocalypse had arrived.

The Annihilation Divine Monument descended, crushing Nie Lanxin beneath its weight.

The light dot between her brows flickered rapidly, growing brighter as her cultivation surged, as if she sought to defy the heavens and repel the monument.

Ning Xiaochuan had long noticed that peculiar dot. Normally, it remained hidden, only appearing when she channeled Profound Qi.

Either it concealed some secret, or she had cultivated a Martial Arts Divine Ability that unlocked her body’s latent potential.

But resistance was futile before the Annihilation Divine Monument. In the end, Nie Lanxin was completely suppressed, collapsing unconscious to the ground.

"Minor Marquis, what’s wrong with my sister? Is she alright?" Nie Lanzhi cradled Nie Lanxin, her voice filled with concern.

"The battle was too intense. The Mystic Beast Slaughter God Camp’s experts must have sensed it. We need to leave, now."

Ning Xiaochuan led the way while Nie Lanzhi followed closely, carrying her sister.

She had no other choice but to trust him—otherwise, they would surely perish.

After fleeing through Muteng Forest for an entire day and night, they finally shook off their pursuers and arrived at a desolate mountain range filled with cliffs.

Ning Xiaochuan laid Nie Lanxin’s slender, delicate body on the ground and pressed his fingers against her wrist, channeling a wisp of Profound Qi into her.

There was no denying it—Nie Lanxin was a peerless beauty, ethereal and elegant. In terms of appearance alone, she could rival even Yu Ningsheng and Madam Silver Pool.

Her temperament, though similar to Yu Ningsheng's—full of spiritual charm, peerless beauty, and extraordinary talent—was still different. After all, she cultivated orthodox martial arts techniques, dreamlike and delicate, pure and untainted, making it difficult for others to harbor improper thoughts.

But Yu Ningsheng was different. She practiced demonic sect techniques. If one didn’t see her face, it was fine, but once they did, they would never forget it for the rest of their lives. So, overall, Yu Ningsheng's beauty indeed surpassed that of Nie Lanxin and Madam Silver Pool, evoking a sense of tender affection with just a glance.

"The Beast Poison in her has already invaded her Martial Arts Heart Palace and merged with the Profound Qi in her body. I can only use the power of the Bright Flame to possibly refine the Beast Poison out of her," Ning Xiaochuan said.

"Young Master Chuan, I beg you, please save my sister. Our Tianyin Sect will surely repay you generously," Nie Lanzhi pleaded. After all, she was just a young girl and had already forgotten Ning Xiaochuan's identity as someone from the imperial court, only focused on begging him to save her sister.

"I'll try. However, using the Bright Flame to heal her is extremely dangerous. The slightest disturbance could cause the flames to reduce your sister to ashes. Guard the entrance for me and don’t let anyone in to interrupt."

Still uneasy, Ning Xiaochuan woke the small red dragon and placed it before Nie Lanzhi, saying, "Little Red is very alert and sharp. It should be able to assist you."

Nie Lanzhi's eyes widened, and she quickly picked up the small red dragon, nodding vigorously at Ning Xiaochuan.

Carrying Nie Lanxin, Ning Xiaochuan entered the cave and set up a Barrier outside.

Ning Xiaochuan never cared about a person's status when saving them—only whether they were an enemy. Though he had some past conflicts with the Nie Sisters, they weren’t life-or-death grudges.

After careful consideration, Ning Xiaochuan thought that saving them today might foster goodwill with the Tianyin Sect.

In the future, if the sect's power truly grew strong enough to crush the Imperial Army and storm the Imperial City, he could use the favor of saving them today to secure a retreat for the Jian Pavilion Marquis House.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Ning Xiaochuan summoned the Heart Nurturing True Cauldron from within his body. From the cauldron, a Bright Flame emerged, hovering above Nie Lanxin's body.

The Bright Flame was formed by the collision of opposing forces, balancing between hardness and softness. At its fiercest, it could incinerate mountains and rivers; at its gentlest, it could seep into a Martial Artist's meridians and pores to heal illnesses.

But as soon as the Bright Flame appeared, the glowing mark between Nie Lanxin's brows also brightened, unexpectedly devouring the "dark energy" within the flame.

This was something Ning Xiaochuan hadn’t anticipated, startling him. If the balance was disrupted, even he might suffer severe injuries.

After absorbing the dark energy from the flame, the mark between her brows channeled it into her Martial Arts Heart Palace.

Her Martial Arts Heart Palace took the shape of a crescent moon—this was the Special Heart Palace known as the Dark Moon Heart Palace, an extremely cold Heart Palace capable of absorbing the Moon Essence from the sky and converting it into her own power.

Moon Essence was the purest force between heaven and earth, a realm only legendary Quasi-Gods could achieve, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon to ultimately transcend the mundane and ascend to divinity.

Of course, Nie Lanxin's Dark Moon Heart Palace was far from reaching the power of a Quasi-God, only capable of absorbing a minuscule amount of Moon Essence.

Boom!

The imbalance of yin and yang in the Bright Flame suddenly erupted, sending a scorching backlash surging toward Ning Xiaochuan. In an instant, his robes were reduced to ashes. Fortunately, he swiftly summoned the power of the Demonic Sword to shield his body, or else he would have suffered severe injuries.

Nie Lanxin's eyes snapped open as she rose from the ground, her gaze sweeping toward Ning Xiaochuan. With a soft rustle, she undid her belt, letting her robes slip to the floor, revealing a snow-white, alluring figure.

Her garments were not entirely removed—her twin peaks were still veiled by a thin layer of moon-white gauze, their full, jade-like curves faintly visible beneath, exuding a hazy beauty.

Her slender, delicate legs were bare—straight, smooth, and long, with jade-like feet akin to golden lotuses, calves free of excess flesh, and thighs rounded and firm. At the base of her thighs, she wore a pale green, form-fitting, and tantalizing undergarment.

With just a glance, Ning Xiaochuan could tell that her undergarment was the same color as her sister's, identical down to the intricate patterns embroidered upon it.

Ning Xiaochuan exhaled deeply, unable to tear his eyes away as the blood in his veins began to boil.

The Beast Poison already lurked within his blood, and now, faced with a beauty like Nie Lanxin—ethereal yet stripped bare, like an immortal fallen into the mortal world—his blood surged uncontrollably, his desire igniting fiercely.

The Beast Poison in Nie Lanxin's heart ran even deeper. After the frenzy of bloodlust, she succumbed to lust. A delicate hand tugged away the last layer of white gauze covering her chest, revealing the enticing, snow-white curves beneath.

Still caught between half-awareness and overwhelming desire, her beautiful eyes flickered with struggle—clearly aware of what she was doing, yet powerless against the Beast Poison. In the end, she collapsed onto Ning Xiaochuan, their bodies entwining.

Rip!

The pale green undergarment between her legs was torn apart by Ning Xiaochuan in an instant, scattering like fragments of green butterflies.

Ning Xiaochuan parted her slender legs, pressing into the warm, tight passage, thrusting with primal force, unleashing the most primitive sounds.

The scent of sweat mingled with the intoxicating fragrance of her body.

The most alluring moans and heart-wrenching sobs intertwined into a symphony of passion.

Originally, with Ning Xiaochuan's willpower, he could have restrained the lust within him. His reason told him he absolutely must not engage with Nie Lanxin, as she was already betrothed to another man—another man's fiancée. Ning Xiaochuan's rationality forbade him from committing such an outrageous act.

However, earlier, in order to save Nie Lanzhi, Ning Xiaochuan had absorbed the Beast Poison into his own body and had yet to fully refine it. Now, the Beast Poison spread through his system, weakening his willpower.

Thus, when Nie Lanxin removed her clothes and threw herself at him, he did not resist—even actively reciprocated.

Perhaps this was predestined, an inescapable fate.

Had Ning Xiaochuan not saved her sister, he would not have absorbed the Beast Poison, and her sister would likely have died. Nie Lanxin herself might have fallen into the hands of the Mystic Beast Slaughter God Camp, with little chance of survival.

But because Ning Xiaochuan saved her sister, the Beast Poison invaded his body, weakening his will—leading to her losing her virginity to him.

No matter what choice Ning Xiaochuan made, Nie Lanxin's fate had already been sealed. Today, she was destined to lose her purity.

Nie Lanzhi, of course, had no idea that inside the cave, a scene of boundless spring was unfolding—her sister's snow-white body pinned beneath Ning Xiaochuan, repeatedly pushed to climax.

Sitting on the grass, she gently stroked the small red dragon's wings and said, "Little Red, do you think the Minor Marquis can heal my sister?"

Tilting her head in thought, she nodded. "Actually, the Minor Marquis is a kind person, though still inferior to Senior Brother Ye. If he can refine the Beast Poison in my sister's body, it would be like saving her life. I’m sure Senior Brother Ye would be very grateful to him."

The small red dragon's spiritual senses were sharp, seemingly detecting something unusual happening inside the cave. Its eyes widened as it stared intently in the cave's direction.