?Reading on mobile phone The White Crane Sect, in the Immortal Realm. Several elders sat together, their faces filled with indignation. One of them spoke: "Shameful! We have always lived a life of simplicity and dedication to cultivation. Yet since that fox spirit arrived, all the younger disciples have been captivated by her—day after day, people come to her chambers without cease!" "Indeed," another elder added, "that woman is truly a fairy—she has enchanted the younger ones so completely that they are utterly spellbound. And yet, she has multiple lovers each day, with no complaints at all!" The first elder then slammed the table: "The abbot is in seclusion, the deputy abbot has vanished without a trace. We, though, are merely ordinary voices. Even if we unite, the younger disciples may not heed our words. Can our White Crane Sect, which has flourished for over a thousand years, truly fall into disarray at the hands of one woman?" Everyone was deeply indignant, yet powerless. After a while, they all quietly departed. The elder who had shown the most vigorous interest earlier, upon returning to his residence, immediately detected a very strong fragrance, prompting him to furrow his brow. "You've come back," a remarkably alluring female voice chimed in, and then Liu Yun, dressed only in a sheer silk gown, stepped out from within. The old man's eyes widened in astonishment, his mouth working as he stammered, "How did you get here? Who let you in?" Liu Yun deliberately took long, deliberate steps, her inner garments completely unfastened—revealing clearly the two rosy patches on her torso and the dark, lush expanse below. "Are you not welcoming me?" Liu Yun extended her snowy arms around the old man's neck, gently brushing against him with her full, elevated chest, her voice soft and seductive. "I've heard you've been quite critical of me. I'm here to apologize." "Apologize? How?" The old man felt his mouth dry as dust, his gaze fixed steadily on her body. "Of course—by going inside and making it on the bed." Liu Yun reached into the old man's crotch, fiddling around for a moment before pretending to be astonished and said, "I didn't expect you to still be so vigorous—far better than those young and middle-aged folks. We'd better move quickly; a moment of spring romance is worth a thousand gold pieces!" With his life's essence now in the hands of others, the old man had no choice but to comply. Not long after, heavy breathing and passionate cries echoed from the bedroom. Another staunch defender of the Bai He Gate had fallen. Through these intimate encounters, Liu Yun absorbed a substantial amount of yang energy, significantly enhancing her strength. ... Qin Feng and Isabella stepped out of the small steaming vessel, refreshed by the fresh air. Of course, merely having fresh air wasn't enough to make them feel truly delighted. The beautiful instructor carried a gentle, seductive air, naturally cradling Qin's arm and said, "The Angel of Death has moved on, and with her, even Federer's body has been taken." "Heh, so he's been rather generous as a leader—at the very least, he hasn't left his subordinates to rot in the wilderness." Qin Shaokai leaned down and kissed her on the face, smiling. "Shasha, wife, what shall we do now? Shall we resort to our old method of drawing out the enemy again?" The beautiful officer shook her head. "We've already tried the same method. The enemy has suffered such a major setback—they're definitely not going to fall for it again. During our last reconnaissance of the old headquarters of Chikasha Mercenaries, there was one location that caught my attention. If we head there now, we're sure to find something worthwhile!" "Good idea! Let's first head to the nearest city, grab some good food to fill our stomachs, and then launch our operation!" "Indeed. I actually feel hungry now!" After all, the previous Isabella rarely experienced hunger. Now, it seems clear that she has fully developed into a regular human-bodied vampire—well worth celebrating. Before stepping out of the small鼎, she tested whether she could control her body's temperature—by lowering her activity to a minimum, even the most advanced thermal imaging devices would fail to detect her. The spot that had caught her attention was precisely the stronghold of the Anger Angel. Under the cover of night, they reached the area above the basement. The Anger Angel possessed an exceptionally strong sense of perception; he immediately sensed their presence the moment they arrived. Yet he didn't take it seriously, because in his view, outside were just two ordinary people—no matter how brave they might be, they certainly wouldn't dare to descend. To minimize disruption to daily life, he had long ago circulated rumors claiming that vampires resided here, and even orchestrated two murder cases in which the victims had been drained of blood. As a result, few people dared to approach the building, and even the police maintained a respectful distance. Boom… An explosion occurred at the roof, and the scattered concrete blocks landed squarely on the furious angel's back, sending him into a rage. "Who dares? Who doesn't want to live?" he roared, launching himself forward and crashing into the roof with such force that he tore a large hole through it. Before he could even take a clear look around, he was struck back by a sword blade. "A cultivator. You are Qin Feng," he shouted as he landed. "Me? Who are you?" Qin, the young noble, asked. Since attaining the Kui Tian stage, he felt an overwhelming surge of strength and pride—being able to send the furious angel flying with a single sword stroke gave him great satisfaction. "I'm the Furious Angel," he bellowed, unfurling his membrane wings and soaring out of the hole once more, this time delivering a powerful punch that sent his sword flying far away. Only upon completing his transformation could the vampire clan unleash their full combat potential. "Can you just call me 'Furious' because you're loud? Then I'm the very ancestor of the Furious!" Qin Feng shouted, his voice even louder. Thud… The Furious Angel was sent crashing down once again, this time by Isabella. Having been fully focused on Qin Feng, he hadn’t even noticed the surprise attack by the beautiful instructor. “Honestly!” The Angel’s voice was indeed booming. “I haven’t even gone looking for you yet, and here you come, volunteering to die! Fine—let me make it happen for you!” He charged straight toward Isabella, having learned from his conversation with the Angel of Death that bloodline girls were generally tougher to handle. Preferring to tackle the stronger opponents first—like an elder taking the softer spots—this was precisely the strategy he adopted. Instead of using a traditional flower sword, he wielded two four-pronged pikes, each over twice the length of a standard one. Clang! He deflected Isabella’s flying daggers and swung one pike directly at her vital points. How could Qin, the young lord, simply watch as his woman was being treated unfairly? With a single exhalation, he uttered two clear words: “Ice spikes!” A ice spear longer than two meters plunged from the sky, gleaming white in the night. Pfft— it pierced the enraged angel's back, forcing him to temporarily halt his attack. He swung his lance backward, shattering the spear. Isabella seized the opportunity to counterattack, kicking hard at his chest, sending the enraged angel reeling backward.